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d4rkhold · 9 months

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Marilyn Thornhill x Fem!Reader

OVERVIEW: After studying late into the night at the library and completely losing track of time, you realise you might have to wait a very long time to catch a train ride home. Luckily, your botanical professor, Marilyn Thornhill, also appears to still be on campus and offers you a ride home. Her act of kindness poses a question to you: what could you ever do to thank her?

WORD COUNT: 6.5k

WARNINGS: (18+ NSFW) heavy smut, praise kink, sub!reader, dom!marilyn, legal age gap, alternate universe - college/university, oral sex, fingering, orgasm denial, blood

A/N: After many, many months - I am finally back (with a very nasty fic)! I apologise for the long period of radio silence; life was quite busy these past few months and I completely forgot I had this piece in the drafts. Nevertheless, enjoy!

Your eyes widen at the spectacle in front of you; the auburn-haired woman’s eyes are fully blown, and her tongue darts out to lick at the blood on her lips. Something equally sinister and ravenous twists in your stomach, and you can’t tell if it’s a good feeling or not, but you don’t have time to ponder the odd fervour that starts to contaminate your bloodstream because she suddenly surges in for another kiss, devouring you all over again.

All you can do is close your eyes and let your mouth find hers for what feels like the hundredth time tonight.

— — —

People say they like winter, but when it rolls around to the season of frost coating the tips of grass and shorter days of sunlight, they suddenly wish it was summer – or, more precisely, that they didn’t have to trudge through the freezing rain at night.

As you walk through campus, your hands are shoved in your coat pockets, clutching tightly at the inner fabric to stay warm. You were so caught up with your studies in the library that you didn’t realise how late it had become and how the stars had replaced the setting sun so quickly.

The rain isn’t too heavy, but the air is a bit too cold for your liking. You had also forgotten to bring an umbrella and a warmer coat when you left your place, putting all your trust into the weather app on your phone – which had stated there would only be light rain in the afternoon and clear skies afterwards. Apparently, the weather decided to change its mind.

On another note, it’s also the beginning of finals season, and you’ve been absolutely stressed from head to toe, leading to your nose being stuck in various textbooks during most of the day, every day. While your friends keep up with a balanced life, seamlessly juggling their social lives and academia, you find yourself wholly fixated on your studies, determined that you’ll be able to perform at your very best when you have to sit your exams.

You stop for a second to pull out your phone. The trains from Jericho frequently run during peak hours, such as, in the afternoon and in the evening when people finish work. But right now, it’s late at night, and you’re almost sure you’ll have to wait at least forty-five minutes for a ride home.

Now it’s suddenly hitting you, that regret of deciding to stay so long in the library to study when you could've done all your work at home. The dampness of your hair, the shivering of your body, and the formidable darkness of the night sky fuel the feeling of regret so horribly well that it makes you mutter out an annoyed ‘fuck’ from your lips.

It doesn’t help that most of the trees on campus are terribly monstrous and old, having existed here way before the academy was even built. They crane over both sides of the large and endless cobble footpath, creating a scene that looks like something straight out of a gothic horror movie.

The trees sway with the gentle wind and rain, causing branches to prod and clip at adjacent ones. You stand on the path under a leafless tree with your left hand shielding your phone from the rain, checking for the train timetable.

You’re too busy scrolling on your phone and lost in thought to hear the sound of clicking footsteps in the rain approaching you from behind. It’s not until you stop feeling the droplets of rain hit your face, and a strange earthy saccharine scent fills your senses that you look up from your phone.

“Behind you,” a cheery voice muses out through the rain pattering on cobblestones. The tone of voice is a little ironic, considering how unsavoury the current weather is.

You turn around on the balls of your feet to meet a familiar face – perhaps a little too familiar – for you have tried to memorise the details of her face during lectures and put in extra hours of study to ensure you were always on top of things for that paper. Sometimes, you would sit at your desk in the middle of a study session at home and think of her and nothing else; thoughts of plant anatomy would digress into ones filled with an auburn-haired woman in denim overalls and hazel eyes that glowed behind wide-rimmed glasses.

Marilyn Thornhill is your botany professor, and somehow she’s standing here with you in the dark, umbrella in one hand, shielding you both from the rain with an alluring smile on her lips.

She’s always cheerful and passionate about everything. You can’t help but feel like a moth to a flame when she’s around; your eyes relentlessly follow her hand gestures while she speaks, drawn to her persistent positivity that you wished you had on your bad days.

“Professor Thornhill! Oh- hi!” Your fingers absentmindedly turn off your phone in a moment of surprise. “What are you still doing here?”

Marilyn smiles warmly, despite the chilly air causing ears and fingertips to go cold. “I was going to ask you the same question, sweetheart.” She pushes up the glasses sitting on her nose bridge. “I was just marking papers in my office and running errands for Headmaster Weems.”

The pet name sends a slight wave of heat across your collarbones, but you convince yourself it’s just your body’s physiological response to the cold. “Oh, cool,” you simply reply, afraid something stupid will slip from your lips.

“And how about you, Y/N?” She steps a little closer towards you to ensure her umbrella is keeping you dry. “I don’t know of any extracurriculars today that run until late,” she says lightly with a questionable look in her gaze.

“Oh, I was just studying in the library, and I kind of lost track of time,” you sheepishly smile and turn on your phone to check the time before turning it off again.

She starts to snake an arm around the small of your back, and you suddenly find yourself walking with her in the rain. Your feet seem to be on autopilot as they walk in sync with her, the sound of two pairs of shoes clicking against the wet pavement, echoing off into the distance.

Your body is starting to register the realness of her touch as the heart in your chest races slightly faster than usual. You don’t know exactly where the two of you are going, but you know you’re content with being in the older woman's presence.

It makes you wonder: when did you start crushing on the older woman? Was it when you first laid eyes on her during your first botany lecture? Was it during your laboratory sessions in the greenhouse where she’d squeeze your shoulder in encouragement when you were stuck with an experiment? Or was it, perhaps, when you would ask her questions after lectures, and she would look at you with a twinkle in her eyes, pleased that you were so invested in botany?

Marilyn gently retracts her arm from your shoulder and breaks the silence. “Do you have a ride home? It’s terribly late, and I wouldn’t want you going home all by yourself.”

Your heart is about to jump out of your chest at her considerate words. “Oh, I’ll be okay; I’ve got a train to catch at the station that’s scheduled to depart soon.” you smile meekly at her, uncertain about the truth of your own words.

She frowns at you, clearly unamused. “I don’t know how I feel about you walking alone to the station at night and in the pouring rain.” She stops walking and puts a hand on her hips. “Why don’t you let me drive you home?”

You laugh nervously. “Professor Thornhill, I don’t want to be a hassle for you,” you momentarily look down at your shoes and back up at her. “I’ll be fine. I’ve taken the train home many times at night before.”

The woman before you tilts her head disapprovingly, clearly not having any of it. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s no hassle at all. It’s important that my students get home safely,” she says with a hint of firmness in her tone.

You contemplate her words for a moment. “Okay, if you say so.” You give her an appreciative smile, and she gives one back and nods in acknowledgement.

You follow her to the staff car park, occasionally making small talk with the older woman about the weather, how lectures were today, and plans for the weekend. It’s no surprise when you find out that she’s planning to renovate her garden and read a biography about a famous horticulturist. You imagine her garden to be filled with life: exotic winter flowers and plants covering the place, a variety of colours spilling everywhere.

The two of you arrive at her car – a purple Volkswagen Beetle. She unlocks it, allowing you to get inside and sit yourself down.

You fiddle with your fingers in the passenger seat of her car while your botany professor checks her mirrors. She notices your movements in her peripheral vision and asks what’s the matter.

“Is everything alright, Y/N?” She doesn’t turn to look at you, but you find yourself immediately ceasing your movements. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out at first.

“Sorry,” you say, clearing your throat. “My hands are just a little bit numb from the cold, that’s all,” you lie.

Truthfully, you’re nervous about being alone and in such close proximity with the auburn-haired woman. You’ve always admired her from afar, yet here you are now, just an arm's length away from her, sitting in her car.

Marilyn turns and unexpectedly goes to clasp her hands around your own hands. Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel her soft, warm fingers wrap around yours, gently caressing your knuckles. Your mind is quick and cruel, conjuring an image of her hands situated around something else…

… The base of your neck, cradling it gently. Her fingers move to trace invisible lines from your jawline to your throat. Without wasting any time, her free hand begins to squeeze at your trachea gently, and you feel your airways constrict slightly. With wide eyes, you watch as she surges forward, about to replenish your oxygen with a kiss-

Your humiliating imagination doesn’t last long as you’re jerked back into reality by her voice.

“Oh dear,” she pouts sympathetically. “You’re like ice! Don’t worry, I’ll get you home in no time so you can get all warmed up.”

And it’s over, just like that. She retracts her hands from yours and starts the ignition of her car. You find yourself missing her touch, biting the inside of your cheeks as you try to ignore a peculiar feeling beginning to brew within your chest.

You give her directions to your place as she drives through the gates of the academy. Your elbow rests on the car door, supporting your chin as you stare out the window, watching the beads of rain run down the surface. Professor Thornhill has the radio playing at a low volume, where you can make out the sound of a violin and a piano chiming in a gentle rhythm – a classical piece you’ve never heard of before.

“I never thought you’d be the type to listen to the orchestra,” you say with a hint of curiosity, eyes still following the droplets of rain.

You’re too busy looking out the window to see the smirk that’s made its way onto the auburn-haired woman’s mouth.

“I enjoy listening to a lot of things,” she hums.

— — —

“Well,” she says. You turn to look at the woman in the driver’s seat as she announces, “We’re finally here.”

You resist the urge to tuck a stray piece of hair dangling near your eyes behind your ear. For a moment, the low sound of the car engine humming away is the only noise that fills the silence as the two of you sit, gazing off into the distance of the dimly lit street.

“Thank you so much for driving me home. I really appreciate it, Professor Thornhill,” you say, turning your head to offer her a grateful smile.

She gazes back at you through her glasses, almost as if she’s trying to study you. Her eyes roam – and she doesn’t hide the fact that she’s doing it. When her eyes drop to your lips for a split second, your brain doesn’t know if it’s your imagination or not.

She’s pushing her glasses up and looking right at you again, but this time with an indecipherable look.

“It was no problem, sweetheart,” she says in a low gentle voice. “I’m satisfied that I definitely know you’re home safely and in one piece.”

Your heart warms – truly grateful that she took the time and consideration to take you home. You’re so grateful that you don’t realise you’re suddenly spilling offers from your lips.

“Do– do you maybe want to just come inside for a glass of water or use the bathroom before you drive back to your place?” Your heart hammers against your rib cage after the words leave your lips.

She lets out a light, appreciative laugh. “Oh, Y/N… How kind of you, but it’s quite late, and I don’t want to disrupt you from getting a good night’s rest.”

You finally tuck the loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Well, you wouldn’t be interfering with anything, and honestly, it’s the least I can do to repay you for taking me home.”

Marilyn’s fingers find her keys in the ignition, and in one movement, the car’s engine stops. “You are sweet,” she pauses. “I won’t stay for long then.”

The two of you climb out of her car, and you wait as she locks it. You begin to lead the way to the entrance of your place, hearing the sound of her footsteps following closely from behind.

For some reason, there's a feeling in your gut that her eyes are burning into your back as you start to unlock your front door, yet you don’t know for sure.

You don’t even know what you’re trying to achieve right now, inviting the professor you have a crush on into your place.

When you step inside and hold the door open for her, it earns you a smile that almost seems like a smirk, causing you to blush briefly.

Her eyes roam the interior of your place, admiring how cosy it looks. “What a lovely place you have, Y/N. Do you live by yourself?”

You smile nervously. “Thanks, it was a team effort,” you say, running a hand through your hair. “I’m currently living with two other people. I think they’re at a party right now or something.”

She hums in response, and you watch as she goes to adjust her glasses. “That’s lovely. Why aren’t you at the party with them?”

“I thought I would leave partying until after exams are over and focus on studying.”

“Good girl.”

Your throat almost instantaneously goes dry at the praise. God. Nobody will ever understand the effect this woman has on you. How simple words that leave her lips can cause your heart to quicken; how she makes you feel like melting into a puddle with the quirk of a lip. Not even you will ever understand how she makes you feel this way.

Not wanting the older woman to notice the state you’ve fallen into, you suddenly mention, “Oh, the bathroom is just down the hall and to the left if you need it.”

She squeezes your bicep as a “thanks” before leaving you alone. You let out a breath – almost like a sigh – as the ghost of her touch lingers on your arm, and her sultry voice echoes in the forefront of your mind.

You go to grab two glasses, fill them up with water and settle them down on the kitchen bench as you await for her to return.

Hmm, you mumble to yourself. Your eyes dart to the couch and the coffee table across the room. You think it might be more comfortable for the two of you to sit there instead of standing at the kitchen island. It wouldn’t be very nice for your guest to remain on her feet, considering she must be tired from standing and pacing back and forth during her lectures today.

As you pick up the glasses and begin to walk over to the couch, you suddenly crash into something, causing you to drop one of the glasses onto the floor. Countless shards of glass scatter on impact, water droplets splash up onto your pants and pool onto the floor.

Your eyes widen in shock when you realise you’ve just crashed into Marilyn as she was returning from the bathroom.

“Professor Thornhill– oh my god, I’m so sorry! Are you alright?!”

You internally curse yourself at your clumsiness. It makes you want to dig your own grave right there on your kitchen floor.

The older woman, though slightly taken aback by the sudden collision, remains calm, her face softening at the look of concern on your face.

“It’s alright, Y/N. I’m perfectly fine,” she says with a reassuring smile. “Are you okay?”

You look up at her and lock eyes, searching for any sign of distress. She doesn’t show any visible irritation – or anything of the sort – but your concern for the woman persists, guilt simmering in your throat at your own idiocy.

Marilyn notices your worry and goes to reach out a comforting hand, squeezing your arm. “Truly, I’m alright. I’m unharmed; please don’t worry.”

You finally release a breath of slight relief, convinced that’s alright. “Okay,” you say gently.

The floor is a mess: bits of broken glass and a pool of water where the two of you stand. Luckily, your clothes or hers aren’t too wet, just some splotches of water here and there. You decide to offer her if she wants a towel anyway.

“Do you want a towel? I don’t want you to feel cold or anything.”

“I’m not too wet; it’s alright.” Your stomach shifts at her words as you think about something else entirely. “Thank you, though.”

The other glass is in your hands, still intact from the accident but is now almost empty. You bend down and place it on the floor and begin to pick up the large pieces of broken glass, not wanting to cause any more accidents.

“You can sit down if you like, and I’ll get you another glass of water,” you say from the floor as you collect the shards. “I’m just going to clean this up quickly.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she lightly laughs and looks down at you. “I won’t let you clean this up by yourself.”

“Please, don’t worry! It’s absolutely fine- shit!” You let go of a piece of glass you had just picked up, blood suddenly oozing from a newly-formed cut on your fingers.

A look of worry is all over the older woman’s face, and she immediately bends down to your level on the floor. “Oh dear, are you alright?”

You hold out your bloodied hand before you and watch as she peers at your injury through her glasses before taking your hand into her own. She delicately turns your hand around to examine the severity of your injury.

“It just stings a little… I’ll be alright; I have bandages and antiseptic somewhere in the cupboard,” you nervously chuckle as you notice that she’s still holding onto your hand.

For some reason, you look at her eyes and see they’re dilating. Both of you are on the floor with hardly any distance between the two of you, with her holding your bleeding hand and you on your knees. Most people would not think twice about a situation like this, but for you, it sends your heart marching, becoming progressively quicker.

She flicks her gaze up at you. The abruptness of the action makes you freeze like a deer in headlights, feeling like you’ve just been caught doing something wrong.

You suddenly realise what she begins to do, and it threatens to spin your head completely off your shoulders, like a screw coming off a hinge.

She has the palm of your hand flat and open and goes to dip her head while you watch in shock as she begins to lick a stripe of blood from your fingers. You sit and stare as your chest rises and falls, feeling dizzy from the sight before you.

She looks at you as she does it. Not for a single second does she look away, causing you to feel paralysed in place. You swear that you’re dreaming because this can’t be real.

Unexpectedly, you feel a rush of heat sink to the bottom of your stomach, and you swallow thickly – a revelation of your own self-semblance slipping through your fingertips second by second. Her gesture feels like the strike of a match against the box. It’s bold. It’s so riveting. You don’t know what’s happening to you. You don’t know what she’s doing to you.

This has to be some sort of ridiculous dream you’re having right now.

“Fuck,” you can’t help but mutter out loud. She hums when she hears the profanity escape from your lips, encouraging her even more because now she’s taking your forefinger and middle finger into her mouth, right up to your knuckles.

You feel her tongue swirl around your digits and over the cut caused by the broken glass. A wave of arousal washes over you, making you close your eyes and breathe deeply. You don’t say a single word – you’re too lost for words. Even if you tried saying something, it’d probably come out incoherent.

Without warning, you feel her mouth retract from your fingers, prompting you to open your eyes. She leans forward, slowly licking her lips and chuckling at the wide-eyed expression on your face.

“Why don’t we continue this somewhere else, sweetheart?” Her voice husks in the small space between the two of you. “We can deal with the mess later. It won’t be going anywhere.”

She stands up and holds out a hand to you. You take it, and she pulls you up from the ground. Your feet begin scrambling backwards to the couch, and she follows you at a close distance, almost like a fox backing her prey into a corner with nowhere to run to.��

You let her push you down, relishing in the way your back hits the soft material of the couch. She doesn’t waste any time and immediately straddles your hips with a smirk forming on her lips.

Your fingers don’t seem to throb from the cut anymore, but now something else seems to be.

Marilyn hasn’t kissed you yet, but the neediness within you is almost reaching its threshold. A whine leaves your lips as she brings a hand to hold your jaw firmly.

“Please,” you breathlessly say, desperate for her to touch you – to do anything to you.

She just chuckles and goes to take her glasses off. “Patience, Y/N.”

You can’t help but sigh at the sight of her without her glasses. You’ve always seen her wearing them in lectures, and you have never seen her without them on.

“God…” You breathe out in awe.

She quickly transfers her weight and leans away to place her glasses on the coffee table. When she returns to you, she bites her lip at the look of desperation on your face. She runs a thumb over your cheek before lowering her face close to yours.

And she surges in for the kill.

You think about everything and nothing all at once. It makes you wonder how you’ve been able to live this long without experiencing the pure feeling of Marilyn’s lips on yours and how her hot, wet tongue prods against your lips. You immediately grant her access as impatience and desire start to flow through your veins, spurring you on.

The feeling of her tongue in your mouth draws a groan from somewhere deep within your chest, and you feel absolutely wild.

She kisses you like you’re something sweet. You can feel your tongue against hers, wet and hungry, kissing you messily without relenting.

Your hands wander to the back of her neck, pulling her impossibly closer to you. The cut on your hand is long forgotten, now threading through auburn locks of hair.

Marilyn pulls away from your mouth and snakes around to your ear, where you can feel the soft skin of her cheek against yours. Her hand finds the collar of your shirt and tugs at it.

“I want you to take everything off, darling,” she husks into your ear before pulling away and getting off of you so you can comply.

You feel yourself grow wet at her words, heart beating so ferociously that you swear Marilyn can hear the pounding drums in your chest.

The woman in the question gazes down at you, pupils dilating and dark as she watches your hands fumble for the hem of your shirt. You partially sit up, pulling the material over your head and dropping it carelessly on the floor somewhere.

You’re left topless in a simple black lace bra. Goosebumps begin to form on your skin, and you’re unsure if it’s because of the cold or how you see Marilyn subtly bite her bottom lip at the sight of you.

You let her eyes linger on your form for a moment before your hands glide down the plane of your stomach to the top of the waistband of your jeans.

Her eyes follow the movement of your hands, waiting in anticipation for you to make the next move. However, something devious racks your mind, urging you to test the waters.

You wonder what she would do if you, perhaps, mess around a little bit.

Your fingers find the button of your jeans, toying with them slightly before popping them open. Immediately, you look at Marilyn to see her fiery gaze burning into you, waiting for you to continue. It sends a shiver down your spine. It feels thrilling to be seen like this. By her. By the woman that is Marilyn Thornhill.

Your fingers rest on the zipper, unmoving as you await a reaction from the other woman.

“Oh, sweet girl, do you really think that is a good idea?”

“What do you mean?” You pretend to be confused by her words, fingers gently fiddling with the zipper.

“Sweetheart.”

Oh, god. The sternness in her voice makes you feel more aroused, and you blink several times to maintain your composure. You remain unmoving but flash her another look of faux naivety. It appears that she has a short fuse.

“You’ll regret this later on. I’m going to make sure of it.”

You don’t have time to say something witty back to her because she’s surging forward and clambering on top of you again, her mouth attacking the skin under your jaw.

She sucks and nips gently, making you let out little gasps. It’s certain that she’s going to leave a mark on your skin; the mere thought of her doing such a thing causes you to groan.

Marilyn smirks against your neck, proud of herself, knowing she’s making you feel this way. She kisses a wet trail from your neck to your throat and ends up in the valley between your breasts.

Desperation causes you to slip a hand underneath your back to unclasp your bra. The other woman helps you take it off and tosses it somewhere behind her.

She rests on your lower stomach, leering at your exposed chest from above.

You feel yourself grow embarrassed, hands clenching and unclenching at your sides, wanting to cover yourself up. Marilyn must notice this because she brings a thumb to your lower lip and strokes it gently to soothe you.

“My gorgeous, gorgeous girl.”

You blush and grow hot at her words, low and almost raspy, dripping from her lips like honey you could drink endlessly.

“I’m going to take care of you,” she assures you. “I’m going to fuck you like crazy.”

You gasp as her hand goes to your left breast, fingers running over a nipple, causing you to flutter your eyelids at the feeling. She leans down and kisses you while she kneads your breast, her movements growing rougher with each second that passes by.

Marilyn leaves your lips, causing you to whine in frustration. Her mouth then latches onto your breast, gently biting and sucking your soft skin. She repeats this with your other breast, causing you to release a breathy sigh, the sensation of her swirling tongue on your nipple becoming absolutely electrifying.

The throbbing between your thighs grows, becoming almost unbearable. You’re a terribly impatient person; you won’t deny it. Unashamedly, you grab her free hand and trail it with yours down your stomach to the waistband of your jeans, a few of her fingers tucking slightly underneath the elastic.

You give in, begging her to touch you as impatience sears through your body. “I can’t take it anymore. Please, Marilyn.”

She raises an eyebrow at you and lets out a breathy laugh, amused. Her warm, lithe fingers remain unmoving at your waistband for a moment before she slips her hand out of your grasp to pull down your zipper so her hand can move more freely.

The older woman pulls out your own hand from your pants and replaces it with her own. Marilyn traces a finger over your clothed cunt, forcing you to bite back a moan.

“You’re already soaked…” She murmurs, eyes flashing with amusement.

You swallow thickly. The sensation of her touch has every inch of your skin on fire, your blood set ablaze.

But it’s not enough.

You need more.

You try to wriggle out of your jeans. Marilyn notices this and helps you, tugging them off roughly, along with your underwear.

The coolness of the air hits your sex, sending electricity through your spine. You're suddenly hyperaware that you’re lying naked underneath your botany professor, about to be fucked by her.

She runs her fingers through your arousal, spreading it around your entrance gently. Without warning, she slips two fingers inside you, and you think: this is it; I’m going to die tonight.

But for some reason, you’re certainly convinced that you’re more than willing to die at the hands of your botany professor; her hands that feed the Venus flytraps in the greenhouse; her hands that grip a textbook while she’s lecturing. You’re willing to lose every bit of yourself to her entirely.

“Fuck,” is the only thing you manage to breathe out, spreading your legs wider for her.

“Oh, just you wait, sweet girl.” She’s starting to increase her pace, and you gasp loudly as she curls her fingers perfectly, in and out of you continuously. “I’m barely even started with you.”

She picks up a brutal pace, coaxing soft moans from you with each thrust. It doesn’t take you long to feel the knot in your stomach tighten, prompting your heart to race even faster.

“More, please- I think I’m going to-“

“Oh, no, you don’t,” she says cruelly, pulling her fingers out of you, causing you to cry out. She stands up and begins tearing off her clothing; your mind is trying to process what she’s just done.

“You think you could tease me like you did before and get away with it?” She unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the floor. “I don’t think so.”

You simply watch silently as she undresses, dragging her underwear down her legs. She does it slowly and delicately, eyes fixed on you. Your eyes have a mind of their own, scanning her from top to bottom, slowly. Embarrassingly, more wetness leaks from your cunt, drooling down your thighs.

When she’s finished, she presses her exposed front to your own, lying on top of you as she begins to kiss you again. She kisses you sensually, tongue prodding the inside of your mouth. You moan into her mouth at the feeling – at the feeling of her mouth and her naked body on yours, warm skin against yours.

Your arms encompass her body, pulling her impossibly closer to you. You absentmindedly dig your nails into the soft skin of her back, causing her to groan against your mouth.

“Profess– Marilyn…” You whimper in between kisses before she suddenly stops. “Please, I’m sorry for teasing you before. I’ll- I’ll be good this time.”

She leaves an inch of distance between your lips and hers for a split second, contemplating your words. Without warning, she goes to kiss you again.

This time it’s different; you feel like you’re being devoured by her. The thought causes you to groan into her mouth. She retaliates by biting your bottom lip – hard.

You feel the skin split open and start to taste the metallic tang of blood on your tongue. When she moans, you know she’s finally got a taste of it too. The kisses become sloppy, and you feel more wetness pool between your thighs as the two of you relish in the taste of blood and the heat of wet tongues colliding against each other like waves against the rocky shore.

Marilyn goes to nip at the same area on your bottom lip again, certain for more blood to spill from the wound. You almost yelp out in pain and surprise; it never occurred to you that there lies a much darker side to her under all her cheery smiles and dignified praise in the classroom.

She pulls away from you, leaving your chest heaving and your heart pounding at your ribcage. You feel how your bottom lip throbs from how hard she bit you. It wouldn’t be a surprise if you looked into a mirror and saw your lips swollen from kisses and bites and your face flushed, covered by a thin sheen of sweat.

All you can do is close your eyes and let your mouth find hers for what feels like the hundredth time tonight.

Your nails dig into her bare shoulder as she kisses you, holding onto her for dear life. She kisses you rhythmically while you follow along, just as if she’s the conductor and you’re the orchestra at this very moment.

It’s just like the music that was playing on the radio in her car – the sounds of pianos and strings intertwining, forming a melody both so delicate and ferocious at the same time.

Her fingers trace down your side and between your thighs once more, fingertips briefly grazing the soft skin there before she drags a finger through your arousal and circles your clit. The action is familiar; you just hope she’ll finish you off this time.

You’re panting as blood rushes to your ears and head, lost in the sensation of Marilyn’s touch. She plunges two fingers into your core and begins pumping in and out of you at an increasingly erratic pace while simultaneously rubbing that sensitive spot on your cunt, drawing mewls from you.

You feel something beginning to tighten in your stomach, hips buckling as you near the peak. The sounds of her fucking you fill the room, humility wavering in your mind temporarily before you decide that you don’t care about anything else right now.

“I’m almost there,” you pant out, voice slightly hoarse from all the noises you've been making.

She tsks. You want to cry as she denies you an orgasm for the second time.

Marilyn stops touching you completely and doesn’t say a word; she leaves you with a bewildered look on your face, your mouth hanging open stupidly, whimpering in frustration. She flashes you a quick smirk, and you notice a bit of blood in the corner of her lips. You resist the urge to surge up to her and lick her lips clean of your own crimson sap.

Before any words can leave your throat – pleading for her to continue, begging unashamedly – she slides down your body, grazing her fingertips along your frame. She doesn’t waste any time as she goes to lick one long stripe through your cunt before entering you with her tongue.

A noise escapes your lips, breathy and high-pitched, almost like a hyena. Your hands fly to the older woman’s scalp to tug at her auburn locks, causing her to hum into your cunt, evident that your pleasure is also hers.

Marilyn’s lips attach to your clit, and it doesn’t take that much for you to feel the knot in your stomach start to uncoil, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut as you arch your back and come into her mouth. Her name breathlessly leaves your lips like a desperate mantra you thought you would've never heard yourself say out loud until tonight.

You feel her tongue continue to attack at your core, even after you’ve came. Her pace doesn't falter, causing you to moan louder and louder. Soon after, you find yourself arching your back, muscles straining, coming once again.

It takes you a moment to come down to earth, steadying your breathing after a moment of ecstasy. The older woman uses a thumb to rub gentle circles on your thigh. She sits up. Her hair is messy from you pulling at it, and some of your arousal is still on her lips, causing you to flush at the sight.

She catches the way you stare at her, and she makes a show of slowly licking her lips. The gesture is erotic. It causes you to feel that familiar flame within you start up all over again.

“Now.” She pauses. “I wonder what you would look like on your knees for me.”

You sit up on your elbows, watching Marilyn swing her legs around to sit on the couch properly. You realise you haven't spoken for a minute because she goes to tease you.

“Oh, sweetheart, has the cat got your tongue?” She looks at you, pouting with mock sympathy.

You swallow thickly and shake your head in response. This was going to be a long, long night. You just hope your roommates decide to stay at the party until tomorrow morning.

“That’s what I thought.” She smooths a hand over her thigh. “Now, why don’t you put that tongue of yours to good use?”

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abbyromanoff · 3 months

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I was wondering if you could do a follow-up to Ms.Thornhill x Reader. Where reader is pregnant and things are going great until they are in their 2nd trimester. Reader finds out who Ms. Thornhill is, reader goes mama bear on her and gives her an ultimatum it's either me and the baby or your stupid revenge.

PLEASE DONT GO

PAIRINGS: Marilyn Thornhill x reader

WORD COUNT: 858

WARNINGS: angst, no happy ending, betrayal, pregnant!R, that’s really like it lol

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Throughout the entire pregnancy, Marilyn had been there by your side, keeping you safe and happy. And at first, you believed there could be nothing more to wish for. It was magical, your family was finally coming together in a loving formation.

You almost could’ve praised the woman for her skills in hiding this persona from you, but you were surrounded entirely by hatred and disbelief. How could she do this? How could she betray the one true person she’s ever loved? You didn’t know, but you did know that there was no possibility that you would raise your child in the same proximity as that woman.

“Y/N? Love, you in here?” The woman began ranting about her day mindlessly, only stopping when she reached the bedroom where you sat with a packed suitcase, your limp body too weak to stand. You were crying as you admired the framed photo you two had, and her eyes instantly widened as her movements to rid the jacket from her body fell still.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” She kneeled in front of you, taking your chin in her fingers in hopes that it would soothe you, but you only leaned away.

“What’s going on?” She asked in disbelief, gulping nervously when you set the frame in her hands. She took it, and she was unable to stop the grin that appeared when seeing your large smile from her lips planting onto your cheek.

“I know everything, Marilyn.” You spoke, causing her eyebrows to raise in curiosity.

“What- what do you mean?”

“I know about your plans, I know about your family, I know why you came to this school in the first place.” She stood suddenly, and you refused to meet her eyes that looked down upon you.

“You plan to destroy all of this, don’t you? And Wednesday, you plan to kill her, as well?” Her scowl grew at the mention, and she quickly shut you down with a huff.

“That is none of your business-“

“Oh, really? I am carrying your fucking child, Marilyn, and soon I’ll be holding them in my arms. You are the mother to my child, and you believe it is not my business to care? I’m not going to raise a child with a monster.”

“I am not a monster, Y/N, I am doing what I am meant to do.”

“You’re meant to destroy our family? You’re meant to kill a teenager because your family said so?” She bit her lip as you stood alongside her, glaring as you held your ground. You weren’t afraid, you felt the rage and sadness helping you as your face came close to hers.

“Listen, I don’t want to hurt you, and I won’t. You just need to trust me.” You shook your head, and your throat tightened as tears threatened to revisit. You didn’t want her to see you cry, she didn’t deserve that glory.

“No, I can’t, Marilyn. Time and time again I have questioned you and you have lied to me, you told me there was nothing to worry about. But, guess what, there was. Why couldn’t you just tell me, Mar, why couldn’t you just tell me the truth?” You held your head in your hands, and the silence seemed to be deafening. When she refused to speak, you gained the courage to grab the handle of your suitcase, bringing it close to your body as you tried pushing past her. She stood in your way, her glasses on her nose as her vision became blurred. She placed a hand against your waist, and while it was not restricting, it felt like you could no longer move.

“Let me go.”

“I can’t, Y/N.”

“I can’t be here, I need to leave.”

“You need to be with me, baby, you love me.”

“And do you love me?” Her lips parted, her eyebrows furrowing as she positioned herself to stand in front of your form. “Or am I just some part of your sick plan?”

“I love you, I always have; I don’t think I can ever stop.”

“You’re lying, Marilyn.”

“I would never lie to you, Y/N.” Although she had, she refused to admit it. She didn’t want to lose the trust she knew she had most likely already lost, so she was desperate to keep you by her side.

“I can’t even believe that! Please, just let me go.” You paused, gulping down your sorrows and sniffling quietly. “I won’t tell anyone anything, if someone asks why we separated I’ll tell them we decided it was best for the child, okay? But I am not letting you anywhere near my baby, not until you get your shit fixed. But for now, I need you to let me go.” Silence filled the room as you approached the door, your hand colliding with the knob as you struggled to turn it. And once you did, it felt as though waves crashed through both you and Marilyn’s hearts.

“I love you both, Y/N, and I’m going to make this right. We’re going to be a family again.”

“I know, but it’s best that we aren’t right now.”

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m1lfsh4ke · 8 months

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so THATS what’s under Marilyn’s clothes huh.

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astralights24 · 1 year

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The Night Before the Rave'n (Marilyn Thornhill x Female!Reader)

(Note: Reader is a teacher at Nevermore and Marilyn isn't Laurel Gates or a psychotic maniac! The reader and Marilyn are in an established relationship.)

This is smut by the way. (This is the first smutfic I've ever posted to the internet, I'm coming out my shell :D)

Possible Content Warning for: Body issues/insecurity?

"What about this one?" You step out of the bathroom, feeling a bit insecure about how tight your outfit hugs your body. You were slightly panicking about the upcoming Rave'n dance, considering it was one of the first dances you were going to, and also your first Rave'n as a teacher at Nevermore.

Marilyn, who is sitting on your shared bed, looks you up and down, seemingly starting to zone out. You clear your throat to get her attention.

"What? I'm sorry honey, what were you saying?" Her eyes flicker up to yours, and she pushes her glasses upward. You chuckle at her trying to seem oblivious to the fact that she was, most definitely, checking you out.

"I said, how do you like this one?" You gesture to your outfit again, not calling her out on her shenanigans.

"You look beautiful." She says, a little breathless. You turn around to look at yourself in the mirror, not noticing her get up from the bed. You open your jewelry box, and start searching for a very specific necklace, when you feel a pair of hands sneak around your waist.

(And now suddenly you wish her hands were your necklace.)

You feel her hands trail up your sides, almost as if trying to memorize how you feel in her hands. "I want to be the only person who gets to see you in this, okay?" She says into your ear, in a very possessive tone. You pause your search in finding your jewelry. Her arms are loose enough for you to turn around and kiss her gently.

She eventually pulls you out of the bathroom and lays you on the bed. You break the kiss apart reluctantly and begin to peel off your clothes. Her lips grazed the crook in your neck and it was almost irritating how soft her touch was. Even though you appreciated how attentive and loving she was, at this point and time you needed her.

After hastily taking off your clothing with the help of Marilyn, you were left in your underwear. You shiver slightly at the cold air hitting your exposed body, but Marilyn swooped in and kissed you again. Her hands were warm against your cold skin, as her finger traced the outside of your underwear.

You squirm slightly in her arms and she breaks the kiss. She laughs a little, as gets down on her knees and begins to kiss the insides of your thighs. Of course, Marilyn had to be a tease before you got what you desperately needed.

Just as she reaches the crook where your thighs and underwear met, she looks at you with a teasing grin and switches to the other thigh.

"Mm. Please.." You mumbled. It was getting very hard to sit still.

"Patience, sweetheart." She says, before finally placing a finger against the cloth of your underwear. You let out a pleasured sigh and lean your head back.

She smirks at how wet you are from just a little foreplay. Although, she chooses to not be a hypocrite because the throbbing between her own legs was undoubtedly present and very hard to ignore.

After what almost felt like years, but was actually just a couple seconds, Marilyn hooks a finger around your underwear pulling them down your thighs. She stands up to kiss you again, swallowing a gasp that rises from your throat as she places her two fingers against your center. She swipes her thumb over your clit slowly, feeling you squirm more at her touch.

She breaks the kiss to look at you.

"More." You whine, feeling your face heat up with her eyes on you. Not wanting to tease you anymore, Marilyn slips her two fingers inside you with ease, beginning to move them in and out of you.

You toss your head back but her hand gently grabs your chin, forcing you to look at her. "Ah, ah, let me see those pretty eyes." She scolds you. You didn't dare disobey her and your eyes flutter open to stare into hers.

That prompts her to curl her fingers inside of you, quickening her pace. You whine and moan, your body flushing against hers, which was still fully clothed. You use your hands to unbutton her shirt but Marilyn takes her free hand and moves your hands away.

"Later." She whispers. You bury your face into her neck, and feel yourself getting closer to release. "You're being such a good girl for me." The praise just making you even closer to your orgasm.

You can barely control the sounds coming out of you, and if you needed to speak, you knew it would just come as unintelligible gibberish.

"You make the prettiest sounds, I could listen to you all day." She says, still pumping her fingers in and out of you with the same quick pace.

Marilyn always made you feel like putty in her hand. She knew exactly what she did to you just by touching you. She treats you with so much care and affection that thinking about it almost made you cry.

Your thoughts were cut off as you felt your legs begin to tremble.

"Marilyn, can I-" You whine.

"You can cum, sweetheart. I know you want to." She whispers in your ear, and it pushes you over the edge. You throw your head back, and shut your eyes tightly. Her fingers work you through your orgasm and she slows them down, as to not overstimulate you too much.

As you come down from your high, she pulls her fingers out of you slowly. You wince, as your body is still sensitive and your lips connect with hers again. Maybe it was post-orgasmic bliss but you were struck with a sense of determination in making sure Marilyn finished too.

You begin to unbutton her shirt like you did before and she made no effort to stop you. You pull off her shirt, throwing it into a corner of the room. You pull her by the waist, switching positions so you're pinning her to the bed.

You leave kisses against her jawline, tracing them down to her neck. She lets out a content sigh, her eyelashes fluttering. Your hands gently squeeze at her breasts, to which she lets out a groan.

You trail your hands down her stomach and to the button of her jeans, which you pull off of her. She kicks them off rather eagerly, which you laugh at. You trail your hands down the sides of her body, memorizing every curve.

Eventually, to her delight, you pull her underwear down and toss it into the pile of clothes you've created in the room. You caress her thighs, kneeling between her legs.

"You look so pretty on your knees." She breathes out, looking down at you with a piercing gaze. You look up at her, making eye contact as you drag your tongue against her entrance, before flicking it across her clit.

(A/N: i cannot write this without feeling embarrassed im blushing)

She lets out a groan, her hands on top of your head. You feel her nails scratch at your scalp, and it only motivates you to go harder. You flick your tongue over her clit a couple more times before taking it into your mouth and sucking on it. You hear her curse above you, one of her hands leaves your scalp to clutch at the blanket below her.

"You're doing so good, just like that.." She takes a sharp inhale, as you take your index finger and slide it into her. Your mouth begins to feel slightly sore, and so you give your mouth a break and stand up.

You slide your fingers in and out of her at a very teasingly slow pace, which brings out adorable whines from the redhead. As you face her, you notice her glasses beginning to fog up and you chuckle.

Using your free hand, you take them off for her and lay them gently next to her hand, which is still tightly grabbing onto the sheets. She looks up at you through her eyelashes.

Her mind felt fuzzy and she was sure even if her glasses were still on, her vision would be blurry. You were giving her just enough to feel pleasured but not enough to release, and it was very irritating to say the least.

"D..Don't make me beg sweetheart." She mutters. You feel her hips arch forward, trying to get more pleasure. As much as you wanted to see her get what she wants, you wanted to hear plead for it.

"Beg and I'll give you what you want." You smile, almost sadistically, as you see her face flush more than it already was. You knew she didn't like asking for things, especially begging. It was one of the reasons that you made her do it when you were in control.

"..please.." She whines, not being able to meet your eyes, way too embarrassed to even look at you. You use your free hand and guide her hand, so she's forced to look at you, just like she did to you.

"P..Please let me-oh my god." She cuts herself off with a frustrated sigh. If her face could go any redder, it would. You laugh at her frustration and pick up your pace, sliding another finger into her.

She pants, grinding her hips at the same pace as your fingers. You feel her walls clench around your fingers and you slowly curl them inside of her.

You let go of her face, as she buries her face into your shoulder to conceal her moans of ecstasy. You place pressure on her clit with your thumb, making her lose control as she trembles in your arms.

She moans out a mix of curse words and your name repeatedly, before starting to come down from her high. Pulling your fingers out of her, you kiss her gently, listening to her shaky breaths.

"I love you." She says against your lips. You feel her lips curve int oa smile and yours do the same.

"I love you too." You reply staring into her beautiful eyes that you could get lost in for hours if you tried.

"I'm guessing you liked that outfit then?"

Her only response to that is a breathy laugh.

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daydream-cement · 1 year

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Cold Dead Heart Ch. 1

Marilyn Thornhill x OC (Rowan Ali)

Authors Note: Expect so much NSFW content. i know you guys hate the dirty stuff but oh well, you will live.

“God, you look delicious.” You gasped as you held Marilyn against a wall, licking a line up her neck where you knew the jugular vein lay. She couldn’t deny that she was absolutely terrified and aroused to be pinned underneath you. You could kill her at any moment if you wanted to, but what would be the fun in that.

This had become a bit of a normal occurrence since you met her at the office party. You would pull her into the broom closet between your classrooms just to fuck with her a little bit. You knew that you could have her crawling to your coffin by the end of the week if you kept this up. The one thing you hate/loved was how her touch against your bare skin ignited such a warmth that you considered you might be ill.

She moaned underneath you as you unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it over her shoulders so you could suck at the flesh of her shoulder. No on ever tasted this good. Everything in you wanted to bite her, just to see what she really tasted like.

“Tell me what you want?” You ask, slowing yourself down as soon as you registered that you were thinking of biting her. Your breathing was heavy as you stared down at her. Your hands were pinned above her head. She looked like s frightened animal and it was sparking the most dangerous of desires in you.

“Kiss me.” Marilyn’s fingers reached for your belt loops, pulling you closer. Hungrily, you step towards her, picking her up and pressing her against the wall. Her arms wrapped around your neck as she dives in for a kiss. Everything about your kisses in that broom closet was filled with hunger and desire. You wished you didn’t want to do the most torturous things to her, but you could feel the dark aura lingering under her facade and you wanted to punish her for it.

You couldn’t help it when your mouth kissed its way back to her neck. With her gasped and moaning, she didn’t seem to mind either. The bell rang, but you ignored it. The feelings you had towards her body were deep and intense. You almost wanted to rip her limb from limb just to stifle the desire.

“Dr. Ali… Uhm, Dr. Ali…” Marilyn’s hands came to your face, there was that warmth again, pulling you away from her, “I think it’s time for class.”

You were panting above her again. What was it about her that made you like this? You never had a problem controlling the more unappealing side of your vampirism, but with her it was nearly impossible. You hated that she had any power over you.

You slowed your breathing to normal, but kept your hungry and seductive stare, "Very true Ms. Thornhill. Have a wonderful day."

She stayed there between your arms for a few seconds more, almost like she was expecting something. Marilyn's eyes fell to the floor and she tucked under your arm, leaving you behind in the broom closet.

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"Are you talking about 'tall hot lady'?" Fern Rogers, your long-time best friend and old Nevermore roommate, asked over the phone.

"No, no, no. She's just a friend. I'm talking about this new redhead. I don't know what my problem is. She's just so- so-"

"Entrancing?" She had been listening to you go on and on about Marilyn. You didn't share her name, however. Your flings always remained anonymous when your feelings were potentially involved.

"That's not even the right word. I've never wanted to fuck and kill someone more, Fern." As usual, you were ungodly honest with your old Nevermore roommate.

"I think the former is acceptable in polite society." Fern laughed a bit at your statement, secretly hoping that you were being hyperbolic. She always encouraged you to never kill people.

You walked back and forth next to the chalkboard in your classroom. The semester was starting to get stressful with the Rave'N next week and these new primal urges were distracting you from accomplishing anything, "Everyday we spend prep in a broom closet. We haven't even had sex, Fern. What is wrong with me? Am I ill?"

"I don't think vampires can get ill, but I'm not a doctor. As the late, great Rowan Ali once said, I'm really going to need you to get your shit together." You laughed at her attempt to cheer you up by quoting the same phrase you had told her throughout high school, undergrad, and graduate school. You did need to get your shit together. You needed to be the person you were before you even met Marilyn Thornhill.

"You're right. You are so right. I'm going to seduce her and get it out of my system. Then I can hit it and forget it." You nod as you speak, reaffirming your own brilliant idea.

"No, Ro. That's not what I said. Maybe you could try dating-" Fern tried her best to redirect you, but you really didn't want to listen to her ideas right now. Dating wasn't an option for you and you definitely weren't going to date a normie. You outlived normies and outcasts and you decided long ago that dating other vampires wasn't an option either.

"You are so right. I just need to get it out of my system. How did you get so smart? It's like you have a doctorate or some shit." You begin teasing her, knowing that she was rolling her eyes on the other end of the receiver, "When are you gonna come here and live with me? You could work at Nevermore. You can leave Sadie and-"

"Her name is Sarah and we are doing great. Thank you for asking." Fern was lying to you. You could hear it in her voice, but you knew she would come to you with her problems when she was ready.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, sweets. I have a date with destiny. Talk with you later." You wrapped up the phone call, ending it before Fern can turn the conversation back to your life.

"Sounds good. Love you."

"Yeah whatever." You paused a moment before returning the sentiment, "Love you too."

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You strode down to the teachers lounge, knowing exactly what you would say to Marilyn once you found her. You were partially down the stairs of the astronomy tower when you nearly ran into her. You smirked when her hands placed themselves on you to stabilize herself and then you smiled even bigger when you realized that she was coming up to see you.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Thornhill." You grasp at one of her hands, resisting the temptation to raise it to your lips.

"Dr. Ali, I was just coming up to see you and I-" Her voice was so subdued. You wanted to know what lay deeper under the surface. You wished you weren't so curious so you wouldn't have to know what lay under the surface.

"Would you care to come over tonight?" You raise a hand to her face, tracing the curve of her cheek. You watched as she leaned into your touch, closing her eyes.

"For dinner?" Her tone was unreadable. Did she want to come over for dinner or was she looking for something more?

"No." You felt the tremble that coursed through her body. Marilyn wasn't prepared for your answer.

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wh0re4gwen · 4 months

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MISUNDERSTANDING

｡･ﾟ･ Larissa Weems x Fem!reader

Tags: mostly fluff, jealous Larissa/Marilyn, friends to lovers

‼️gif not mine‼️

TW: Marilyn

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Larissa's eye twitched as she watched you throw your head back in laughter. Her hands clenched making fists as her eyes traveled down to your waist noticing the way Miss Thornhills hand sits so perfectly along your hip. Larissa hated how effortlessly Thornhill made you laugh, just thinking about it made her blood boil. She desperately wanted to tell Thornhill to fuck off but she couldn't, because you weren't hers.

Larissa closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to keep her shit together, after all she couldn't lose her cool over something so childish in front of all these people could she?

After hopelessly staring, Larissa mustered up her most believable smile and made her way over to the laughing couple.

As Larissa got closer she noticed how pretty you looked this evening, she always thought you were absolutely breathtaking but there's just something so exhilarating when you’re careless.

Thornhill’s eye’s traveled to Larissa’s staring one’s.

Larissa gave you a small smile and Thornhill a subtle yet noticeable glare. "Y/n, Miss Thornhill, how have you two been?" Larissa asks trying to come off as nonchalant as possible and not like she's been stalking you for the past hour and a half. Larissa watched as Thornhills hand grips your waist a little tighter as she begins to speak.

"We've been great actually, thanks for asking principal Weems." Thornhill says giving Larissa the fakest smile she's ever seen in human history, but you didn't seem to notice.

You turn your head facing Thornhill giving her a big smile then face Larissa again. "Yes we've been pretty good, how have you been?" You say giving Larissa a little smile. Larissa stared for moment seemingly getting lost in the way your smile suited you so perfectly. "Um,I, I'm doing great, thanks for asking dear." Larissa says stumbling over her words. You let out a little giggle, Larissa is just too adorable.

Thornhill tensed at the sentimental interaction. You could feel as her grip on your waist tightened again causing you to wince in pain.

"Ow, Marilyn what are you doing?" You asked knitting your eyebrows together giving her a concerned expression.

Thornhill immediately let go of you and mumbled a quiet sorry as she quickly walked away, not giving you or Larissa a explanation. "Are you alright darling?" Larissa asked as she placed her hand under your chin trying to get a better look at your face.

Larissa’s concern was cute and started to make you blush a little, which unfortunately did not go unnoticed. Larissa smirked a bit and raised a eyebrow still waiting for your answer. "Y-yea I'm okay, I just don't know what happened. She's never done anything like that before." You said quickly, avoiding eye contact.

Larissa nodded her head and removed her hand. Larissa sighed as she took her hands and ran them down her hips flattening her dress. You stared for a moment, admiring the way her dress hugged her curves so deliciously. "Well then, as long as you're okay I suppose I won't make a big deal out of it, but I do advise talking to her about it." Larissa says watching you carefully.

You gave Larissa a nod showing her you understand and a small smile. Larissa reciprocated the smile before an idea popped into her head. She bit her lip nervously, this question had been one she's been wanting to ask you for some time but she wasn't exactly sure how to, after all it's not something you casually ask someone. "So.." Larissa says getting your attention, "Are you and uh Miss Thornhill together?" Larissa asks nervously, now being the one to avoid eye contact.

After a moment you finally caught on and let out the loudest laugh you possibly could. You laughed so hard it started hurting your rips causing you to clutch your stomach. Larissa started at you wide eyed, trying to figure out what was so funny.

After a moment you finally got yourself under control. "No, Me and Marilyn are really good friends, don't get me wrong though, she's very attractive but she’s not exactly my type." You say giving Larissa the reassurance she so desperately needed. Larissa nodded her head a smiled while she looked at you. You and Larissa started at each while a comfortable silence surrounded you. Under Larissa's gaze you could feel your heartbeat quicken and your cheeks burn. She always managed to turn your brain into mush.

Larissa took this opportunity and moved closer to you almost completely filling the gap between you. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as Larissa grabbed your waist and pressed her lips to yours. The kiss started out slow and passionate and progressively got hungrier and agressive. You finally pulled away giving you and Larissa the air both of your lungs needed. "You have no clue how long I've been waiting to do that." Larissa says smiling down at you. You say nothing as you smile and wrap your arms around her neck, brining her into another kiss.

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marilynthornhilllover · 6 months

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KINKTOBER FANFIC: #3

Teachers pet

G!P vampire Marilyn Thornhill x fem reader

Warning: NSFW, smut, shape-shifting dick,jealousy kink, breeding kink, praise kink, degradation kink, biting kink, possessiveness,rough, talking of cheating, slight mirror sex,.

A/n: *throws a bucket of holy water and runs away*

Her eyes flashed red as she looked at you from across the room. Jealous and rage filling her as she watched as larissa grinded againest you - her hands moving up and down your curved body.

As your eyes flicked across the room you were met with marilyn's death threatening gaze.Your heart sank as you quickly removed larissa's hands from your hips as she stopped grinding her front against your ass. Larissa gaved you a confused look as she tried to reason with you or even apologize if she had overstepped but you were already out the door.

Marilyn was quick behind you, her vampire abilities allowing her to move at a supernatural speed towards you. She grabbed your arm harshly and started dragging you towards her office with rapid speed. You tried to tug your arm away from her grip but she only tightened it and snarled at you, her fangs making an appearance. You looked at her in disbelief as she continued to drag you carelessly.

You felt like your blood was being disconnected from that area of your arm, making it send a throbbing pain all across your entire body. The way marilyn was acting... feral. It made you stomach twist, your skin was burning with all different emotions. Tears pricked your eyes as she opened her office door and practically threw you in causing you to stumble.

With her supernatural speed again she flew up to you, grabbing your jaw she leaned you against the edge of the desk, the way your back bent created an excruciating pain for your spine.

" the fuck is wrong with you mar?!" You said in annoyance as your breaths got hasty, you saw the look in Marilyn's eye.her pupils were dilated, her nose flared and you swore steam was coming out of them from the way she looked pissed. her racing heart beat that can be heard very loudly. Marilyn looked at you as she chuckled, she realesed her grip on you and slowly took small steps away from you, shaking her head.

She just stood there staring into your soul with her hooded eyes, her eyes were filled with pure anger and jealousy but there was also a mist of lust, need and desire swirling around in them.

" what the fuck is wrong with me?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!? SLUTING OUT YOURSELF TO LARISSA LIKE THAT INFRONT OF EVERYONE?" She shouted and you swore the entire world heard her from out loud she was being.

" Oh please! We were just fucking dancing! And must you be so loud!" You shouted right back but your tone of voice was lowered. Marilyn stared at you for a minute, her arms crossed over her chest as her leg bounced. The ticking clock on the wall was the only thing speaking or rather breaking the tension of the unbearable silence.

" you'd let larissa fuck you?" She asked, her voice sultry and full of mystery. The question hooked you, rather than shook you.

" what kind of fucking question is that? You and I have been together for longer than 2 years marilyn! Are you accusing me of cheating? You know i wouldn'tdo that" You huffed in disbelief and disgust that she'd think so lowly of you.

" telling from tonight i don't know what you'd do and wouldn't do, so answer the fucking question y/n.... would you let larissa fuck you?" She asked again, her tone of voice awfully luscious.

Of course you wouldn't let larissa fuck you - you'd never give anyone the privilege of seeing your cunt - that belongs to marilyn. but for the fun of it you said 'yes'. Watching as her pupils became twisted with lust and a dark mist that you couldn't quite take hold of.

She snarled as you again, her fangs flashing - bright white. They were sharp and most definitely dangerous. Marilyn was a hybrid vampire, which meant she could use her fangs to kill people and animals but she doesn't feed or rather need blood to survive and the most interesting... she could shape-shift, any body part, especially her most intimate ones.

She took slow strides towards you her head tilting to the side, she suddenly grabbed your neck and pushed you down onto the desk - bending you over it. You groaned as the sudden action indeed inflicted pain to certain areas of your body. She chuckled as she leaned down against your back.

" you'd let larissa fuck? you little slut." She whispered in your ear, smirking as she began to remove every single piece of clothing from your body. The way she ripped every piece of clothing off your body made you wetter than the ocean floor. She also removed her clothing as well.

She smacked your ass as she held her dick in her hand, jerking off to the sight of your perfect body. The way your back arched, your perfect round fleshy ass in the air, your thick thighs, god you broke something in her.

She kneeled down and grabbed your ass cheeks parting then widely as she took a good look at your glistening cunt. Smirking she slapped your ass again as she stood to her feet.

" you think larissa could get you this wet bittch?" She husked, her fangs taking up most of the space in her mouth - giving her a slightly different accent. She grabbed your hair in a make shift ponytail and pulled you up flush against her chest. You met her gaze in the mirror - a completely different person stared back at you, a completely different creature.

Marilyn's eyes were slight red, they were completely lidded and filled with many different things but mostly - pure lust. She looked as if she wanted to completely ruin you - and so she will.

She smirked at you in the mirror, it like she was the devil himself.

Her hands wrapped around your neck as she slowly pushed her cock into your already soaking pussy, stretching your cunt open perfectly. your eyes rolled back as the most sinful groan escaped Marilyn's mouth. The feeling of your walls hugging her thick cock was already driving her crazy, but she was willing to control her emotions if it meant teaching you a lesson.

Marilyn started a stead pace, flexing her hips as she drove her cock as deep in you as possible.

Her other hand found your nipples twisting and pitching them as her fangs found your neck, slight dragging against the flesh, carful enough not to bite you but brutal enough to inflict pain.

Your pussy clenched down on her cock as you let out a pornographic moan as your hands found the edge of the table to hold on to as she pounded your pussy so fucking good.

" fuck yeah baby! Keep squeezing my cock,like the whore you are" she muttered in your ear before throwing you down against the desk again. She geabbed your hands from the tables edge where your knuckles were turning white and held them against your back as she fucked you faster and deeper with more rhythm. This caused your back to arch more as she got deeper access to hit your g-spot with more force, causing you to cream all over her dick.

" Oh f-uck mommy! Mhph please" you started mumbling incoherent sentences, as you pushed back your hips forcefully to meet marilyns thrusts as you wiggled your ass seductively, making as spank you. you felt like your world was on fire, the way she was fucking into you was unbelievably good, her dick hit your sweet spot everytime, dragging against your spongy walls and massaging them.

You were absolutely cock drunk for her. You felt that familiar knot in your stomach tie and it was just a matter of time before it snapped.

" you little slut, gringing against larissa, you'll.take this.cock" she spoke in a raspy voice, her thrust going deeper wil each word as she moved her hips in circles. You cried out in pleasure, the way marilyn was fucking you made your mind go fuzzy, and the way she was manhandling you was sinful.

" yeah baby, mommy fucks you so good that all you can think about is her cock huh? Mhmh good girl "

The room was filled with the sounds of her balls hitting against your ass and your pornographic moans and whines.

" please marilyn slow down. Fucckkk I'm g- gonna cum" you whimpered as your vision went white as you started seeing stars, she was giving it to you real good.

Smack

" look at the way you take my cock baby"

Smack

" fucking slut, maybe I should put a baby in you, maybe then you'll stop being so bratty"

Smack

" take it, sluts take their mommy's cock like a good girl"

You squirmed against her as your legs began to feel like jelly as they started to shake, your mind was completely blank. The only thing you could think of was how fucking good marilyn was making you feel with her cock.

If anyone was to enter this room they'd be met with the most sinful sight ever. The way marilyn has you bent over her desk as she fucks you doggy style as she holds you hands together, her dick slamming in and out of you with a unrealistic human pace as you creamed around it, the sweat dripping from both your bodies, your lipstick smudge, mascara flowing off with tears, your quit screams and moans.

" fuck I'm gonna cum baby" she whispered completely lost in the feeling of you cunt squeezing her cock deliciously.

" so fucking tight! This cunt is mine you hear me!" She groaned as her dick pulsed within you. Marilyn grabbed your hair again and pulled you flush against her chest, driving her cock deeper into you. You screamed as you came again on her cock, your fluid painting her dick white.

" feels so good! fuck mommy! I'll be good!" You whispered as you held onto her hip as she kept thrusting deep and fast in you.

A few more thrusts and she painted your walls white as she cumed in you, her dick throbbing as she continued to slowly fuck you, making sure to empty everything in you.

Marilyn collapsed on top of you as she kept fucking you slowly but trying to push her cock deep into you to make sure her cum won't drip out.

" Pleasepleaseplease marilyn no more" you panted as you tried to come down from your high. She grabbed your hips harshly - surely leaving marks along with the ones on your ass as she kept thrusting in you, her cock twitching ever so often.

" shut up and take it y/n, you said you'll be good, be a good girl for me and take it a little while longer, can't you see our pussy loves mommy's cock" she whispered before she pulled out, watching as some of her fluid driped out and ran down your inner thigh before she pushed a finger in and pushed it all back inside. She playfully smacked your ass again, causing you to jolt up the desk as she looked at you through the mirror.

She grabbed your neck and pulled you up to straddled her lap, she kissed you passionately, biting your bottom lip and pulling it slightly before she released you. She smirked at your tired form before gently pushing you off her lap.

" get dressed and go back out there and dance like the whore you are, when we get home I'll ruin you more.

You did as she asked. As you danced with your other co-workers you couldn't help but squirm at the feeling of her fluid oozing out of you slowly but you played it of and kept on dancing the night away.

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creative-caramel-coffee · 6 months

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Shes a Sleepy Softie

Pairings: Weems x Thornhill x reader (platonic)

Word count: 3K

Summary: You have been hacking trouble sleeping and the teachers finally find out.

TW: insomnia (I guess), Exhaustion, passing out (kinda?)

A/n This is cute.

It's not that you found botany boring, the opposite in fact, but you were so tired. To say you hadn’t been sleeping well this past week would be an understatement. Ms Thornhill was stood at the front writing on the board and drawing diagrams. But the way you laid your head down on the desk was almost involuntary. In this new position, with you head resting on your folded arms on top of the table the battle to stay awake grew so much harder.

Mentally you reasoned you would be able to get the notes from Yoko at the end of the day when the two of you were back in your shared dorm. Your eyelids drooped and you gave in to the temptation of sleep letting it wash over you. Your breathing began to slow and become more even. Your pens and pencils, notebook and bag were a mess on the table, but you trusted Yoko to wake you up in time for class to end.

Ms Thornhill had just assigned a worksheet and gone to sit back at her desk. She glanced over the classroom, her gaze settled on you. She sighed mildly annoyed, standing she walked over to your desk and stood beside you. Her hand reached out to rub your shoulder to wake you up, but a voice stopped her.

“I wouldn’t recommend that Ms thornhill.” Yoko said not looking up from her notes.

“And why would that be Yoko?” Ms Thornhill said letting her hand fall back to her side.

“She hasn’t been sleeping this past week. Im honestly surprised it took this long for her to drop.” She said finally meeting the teachers concerned gaze.

“At all?”

“Maybe about an hour since last Monday.” Yoko shrugged. “I wanted to tell someone, but she begged me.”

“Good god thats not enough. Thank you for letting me know. I’m going to step outside to make a call to get her excused from classes for the day. I trust you to keep an eye on her.” she said, and Yoko nodded.

Ms Thornhill walked to the classroom door glancing back at your sleeping from before turning the door-handle and stepping into the hall. She fished her phone out of her pocket and scrolled through her contacts. Finding the principal number, she listened to the dial ring.

“This is principal Weems.” The headmistress answered.

“Hi Larissa.”

“Hello Marilyn whats the matter? I believe you have a class now, correct?”

“Yes. Yes, i do. I was wondering if i could have Ms L/n excused from classes for the day?”

“Y/n?”

“Yes.”

“Is she ok? Whats the matter?”

“Yoko has informed me she hasn’t been sleeping this past week. She finally fell asleep in class and i was hoping to let her have the rest of the day off to catch up on sleep.”

“Certainly. However, I will come get her when class ends, there’s nobody to supervise the dorms right now and i have an idea to assist her. Please also keep Ms Tanaka there when class is dismissed. I will be down soon.”

“Thank you, Larissa.”

“Anytime Marilyn.”

the two hung up and the teacher stepped back into the classroom. Checking her watch and then the clock on the wall she waited the last fifteen minutes of class to dismiss the students. Keeping Yoko behind.

Once the rest of the student body had left, some sparing glances to where you stayed asleep, Ms Thornhill walked over to Yoko and your desk. Yoko had packed up and was now carefully cleaning up your stuff as well, being mindful not to wake you as she slipped the notebook from under your arms. By some small miracle you slept through it.

A few minutes passed of Yoko packing everything up and Ms Thornhill keeping an eye on the both of you. A quiet knock sounded on the doorframe and Principal Weems came into the room.

“Ah I see what you mean, she sure looks exhausted.” The principal said softly, and Yoko snorted.

“Exhausted is an understatement. I’ve been waiting for her to pass out all week. She’s stubborn as a mule.” Yoko said and the principal raised an eyebrow.

“Well, I plan to take Ms L/n here back to my office to keep an eye on her. Yoko would you be able to get her anything she may need for the night from your dorm and bring it to my office? I will write you a note for your next class.” Weems said studying your sleeping form. The three of them were stood around you.

“Sure. Don’t worry about the note. I have a study period now anyway.” She said. “I’ll grab it and come back soon. You good to carry her? Because she’s not waking up anytime soon.” Yoko said with a mischievous smile that showed her fangs.

“Im sure i can manage thank you Ms Tanaka.” Weems said with a smile.

“Suit yourself.” Yoko shrugged and took both bags and left.

Ms Thornhill who had silently watched the exchange decided to say something now Yoko was gone.

“I had no idea she was struggling so much.”

“It’s quite alright Marilyn. I believe Y/n is a master in charades. If she didn’t want us to know she would have made sure it stayed that way. It is nobody’s fault.”

“I still feel i should have noticed earlier.”

“All we can do now is our best to help her get the rest she needs. Will you accompany me to my office? Someone needs to open the door and i doubt it will be sleeping beauty here and my hands will be full.” Weems joked.

“Sure. Lead the way, Larissa.” Ms Thornhill said, and Weems gently leaned down to place her arm under your knees and another around your torso. She softly scooped you into her arms and held you close as you continued to sleep with your head now resting on her collarbone. She straightened her back, standing back to her full height with you bundled in her arms. You sighed softly and turned your face into her collar. Ms Thornhill chuckled softly.

“You're quite the natural at that Larissa. She seems to like it.” Ms Thornhill joked.

“Well, I don’t suppose I hate it either, she is refreshingly warm to hold. And seems to be a cuddler.” Weems said with a lighthearted smile.

“That she does.” The botany teacher agreed as you turned yourself further into the principals embrace.

“Well, we should take this one to my office.” Weems said and the two left the room. It wasn’t far to the principal's office and there were no students in the hall. Weems heels clicked as she walked with Ms Thornhill trailing behind her. They made short quiet conversation about students and staff alike as they walked.

Arriving at the big oak doors Marilyn stepped forward and opened them, holding it wide for the principal to step in with you in her arms still. Your heads lolled slightly as you continued to sleep. Weems was reluctant to let you go, afraid of waking you, but regardless she set you down on the couch. Supporting your head like one might a small child as she laid you down into the nest of pillows. Marilyn appeared and gently laid a blanket over you which Weems noted was from where she had discarded it on the floor in the early hours of the morning. the principal thanked the botanist and went to put another log on the fire to keep the room warm. You wiggled around a little on the couch before settling which made both teacher chuckle.

A soft knock sounded on the door.

“I’ve got it.” Ms Thornhill said and went to open the door. She let Yoko into the room where she grinned devilishly at your sleeping form. She had decided to take revenge for one of your most recent pranks on her. She held your black bag in her arms and had a blanket over her shoulder.

“Ms Tanaka, I believe i have blankets.” Weems said frowning.

“Yes, but I doubt you have Y/n’s weighted blanket.” Yoko smiled.

“You are correct.” Weems said.

“She doesn’t sleep without it. Actually, she’s very particular about how she sleeps.” Yoko said.

“How so?” Ms Thornhill asked her curiosity piqued.

“Watch this.” Yoko said smiling with a feral grin that weems knew meant trouble. Yoko crossed the office and began to unzip the bag; she pulled out two stuffed toys and Weems raised an eyebrow. Yoko placed the toys next to you on the couch and whispered something in your ear. Almost immediately you reached out and grabbed them wrapping an arm around them and tucking them, so they rested under your chin.

Weems stifled a smiled at how cute it was as Marilyn cooed softly. Yoko snickered.

“Shes a big softy.” The vampire grinned looking back at the two teachers.

“I packed her a change of clothes, her Pjs, her toothbrush, her sketchbook, the blanket, her phone and her noise cancelling headphones because as i said earlier she’s a weirdo and sleep with them on.” Yoko said looking at you with a soft smile and both teachers knew there was no heat behind the coy insults.

“Right, well thank you Ms Tanaka.” Weems said and took the blanket from Yoko. “Christ thats heavy.” Weems said the weight catching her off guard as Yoko held it with ease. She just shrugged.

“Vampire strength has its perks.” She smiled and her fangs glinted in the flickering firelight.

“Yes well, what a blessing. Now, i best recommend you return to wherever you are required to be.” The principal said and Yoko smiled and crossed the room to her door.

“Enjoy your sleepover Ms Weems and thank you for setting be free for a night.” She said and left cheekily.

An hour passed and Marilyn had elected to stay, she was sat across from you on the couch reading the book she had propped up on her knees. She was cradling a mug of tea while the principal sat at her desk typing out emails. You were beginning to show some more signs of life as you stirred. Ms Thornhill looked over the top of her book at you, studying you as you blinked a few times as you adjusted to the light. She gently set the book down after placing her bookmark in the spine.

“Good afternoon, Ms L/n.” She said with a grin. You blinked at her, and she noted you still seemed exhausted.

“Hi?” You said, voice deep and gravely from sleep. You looked around slightly confused, gaze catching on the principal who had stopped typing was was watching you from her desk. You took a moment and Ms Thornhill took her chance to tease you. The principal had kindly decided to not mention the stuffies under your arm, but Ms Thornhill decided to have some fun after all, you did fall asleep in her class and the two of you got along well. She smiled at you wolfishly.

“So, Y/n who are your little friends?” She asked.

You looked down finally noticing the toys and blushed a deep shade of red and buried them under the blankets making Ms Thornhill chuckle and the principal smile.

“Oh, Yoko’s dead” You groaned.

“I assure you Ms Tanaka is quiet well.” Weems said.

“She won't be once i murder her.” You grumbled softly but they both heard you.

“May i take this chance to remind you i do not allow nor condone grievous bodily harm to students?” Weems said with a smile. You frowned grumbling softly under your breath. Deciding to opt for a subject change you sat up keeping the toys under the blanket.

“Um… Principal Weems? How did I get here?” You asked looking around.

“Well, Yoko informed me of your sleeping habits or rather, lack thereof” Weems said with a disproving frown, “after you fell asleep in Ms Thornhill’s class, we brought you here.”

“Not that I’m not grateful but why am I here?”

“Well, we cannot leave you unsupervised in the dormitory during the day and all the staff have classes or marking to do. And based off the sleeping pill I plan to give you, you need to be with a trusted adult to ensure you're alright in the event of an emergency, however unlikely, in the night. As you would most likely not wake up yourself. And based off the fact the infirmary beds aren’t very comfortable and it’s rather loud, aside from the fact the nurses go home for the night at 10pm I thought it best you stay here. With me. Unless you have a problem with that?”

“N-no. Thank you principal Weems.”

“Now Yoko has brought your things from your dorm. I’ve sent someone to get you some food from the kitchen, so you have something in you before you take the medicine.”

She said and Ms Thornhill stood and grabbed the bag handing it to you. You quickly stuffed both the teddies into the bag, and she saw what they were. Both toys were white as snow, and one was a monkey and the other a dog with a small yellow t-shirt. They both looked well loved. She smiled gently; you were cute in your own way. A softie as Yoko had said.

“So am i ever going to get to know their names?” She asked gesturing to the bag.

“Fine.” You huffed. “But i named them as a seven-year-old so you can't judge me. Also, as a kid all my toys i slept with had to be white. I don’t know why. I had one before these two and it was also white. The monkey is named marshmallow, and the dog is the older one, I’ve had her longer; her name is snowflake. Happy?” You huffed. And Ms Thornhill smiled.

“Very.” She said with an air of finality.

“Well Ms L/n-“

“Y/n.” You corrected the principal. “Ms L/n is too formal. It reminds me of when I’m in trouble.” You said wincing slightly at the uncomfortable memories. Weems sensed the change in you disposition and nodded.

“Y/n.” She corrected, “We should get you ready for bed. The food should be here soon, and you can have an early night. Ms Thornhill and I will eat with you and then it's off to bed.” She said and you nodded slightly embarrassed with the kindness and attention you were unused to.

“Come change and then we can eat.” She said and stood from her desk to come to your side. You grabbed the Pjs Yoko had chosen and sighed as she had at least gotten you something with a little dignity. It was a faded black AC/DC shirt and a pair of fluffy black long pants. You grabbed the clothes and let the tall blonde lead you to the bathroom in her private quarters with a hand on the small of your back. As the two of you left Ms Thornhill went back to her book. She looked up at another knock on the door. She stood, thanking the cook and taking the tray of food into the principals' quarters, she was good friends with the blonde and had been in there many times, so it was ok. She set the food down on the large glass dining table. The principal came and joined her bring plates from her own small kitchen to serve the food on.

A moment later the heard the door open and you stepped into the room looking slightly awkward.

“Come sit.” Ms Thornhill said and patted the seat beside her.

“Yes. You to eat and then it's back to bed with you.” Weems said and smiled.

The two teachers talked amicably while you opted to silently eat. The exhaustion had returned, and you kept spacing out while you fed yourself. Something that did not go unnoticed by both teachers as they grew concerned.

After everyone was finished Weems left and returned with a glass of water and a pill. She handed them to you and nodded. You took them sluggishly and popped the white tablet into your mouth downing the water and setting the empty glass on the table. Weems helped you up and led you to a spare bedroom. She folded back the sheets for you.

“Brush your teeth and do whatever else you do before bed and then I’ll tuck you in so to speak.” She said with a soft smile. “Bathroom is the second door on the right. The other ones the closet.” She said.

You got ready and hopped into the bed. The principal came back in a moment later.

“I expect you to sleep Y/n. I don’t want to find you were awake tomorrow. I will be in the next room or my office if you need anything at all. Don’t make me use the baby monitor.” She said sounding serious.

“Baby monitor?” You asked.

“How do you think I keep other students in bed when they stay here?” She asked raising a brow.

“You have other students here?” You asked getting sleepy.

“Oh, darling you're not the first who has had trouble sleeping. And I know a certain raven who insists on trying to sneak out. Hence the baby monitor.”

“Ha!” You laughed. “Wednesday’s baby monitor.” You said grinning and closing your eyes.

“Yes. Now sleep child. Sweet dreams darling.” She said and turned the lights out and pulled the door closed but not shut, leaving it slightly ajar.

You mumbled goodnight and rolled over. You grabbed the teddies from your backpack and burrowed under the blankets.

An hour later both teachers peaked into the room to check on you, smiling when the say the white fluff of the teddies peeking out from under the blankets. Weems grinned.

“Yoko’s right, she is a softie.”

“A sleepy softie.” Marilyn nodded and agreed.

Both teachers smiled at each other and went back to the principal's office to talk and enjoy a glass of wine.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 7 months

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Edge Play Kink with Marilyn Thornhill ~Kinktober 2023

Happy October 5th!!! Another day of Kinktober 2023 🤍🎃 This days kink is an Edging Kink!! Today with Nevermore’s Science teacher, Marilyn Thornhill 🖤🪴

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, edging kink, smut, thigh riding, fingering, eating out, clit play, edging, implied past smut, implied overstimulation, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

“Please please please…!” You chanted, riding Marilyn’s thigh with fervor and desperation.

“Nuh uh uh… Begging won’t help you…” the redhead tutted.

As you ground down on your lovers thigh, the fingers of your right hand sloppily fucked Marilyn’s cunt. The woman’s head rolled back against the headboard in pleasure. Her walls clenched around your fingers as she came for the upteenth time that night.

But you weren’t allowed to. It was her cruel game. And fuck did she revel in it…

“Please Mar—Oh God I’m so close…!!” You moaned, your panties hitting your clit just right as you rutted on her left thigh.

Suddenly, you were picked up and placed back with two feet on the ground. All the friction and the pleasure went away in an instant, and your lip immediately pouted which was accompanied by a whimper.

This only made Marilyn chuckle, as she tugged your skirt off of you, ripping your panties off as well. Your shirt and bra had already been discarded along with the redheads clothes. Once you were fully nude, the woman pulled you onto the center of the bed and spread you out.

You squirmed in anticipation, as she lowered her head down to your thighs and your core. Your eyes rolled back and your hands grabbed the sheet beneath you, as her hot mouth attached itself to your bundle of nerves. You keeled over in pleasure, nearly on the edge again. But Marilyn only pulled away once more, as you were so close, making you groan in frustration.

“What…? Did you think I’d actually let you cum that time…?” The redhead teased.

This time she swirled her fingers around in your juices before plunging them into your sex. Her thrusts and curls were precise and destroyed your resolve so easily.

“Please Mar please no more!!” You cried out.

“Oh stop, you know you love it…” Marilyn tauntingly chuckled, “Hold out for me, you can do it”

“Shut up…” you groaned, going a little red knowing the woman was right.

~~~

Next Day <—Sensory Deprivation Kink!!

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d4rkhold · 1 year

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dionaea muscipula

Marilyn Thornhill x Fem!Reader

OVERVIEW: You decide to work on your report at the library late into the evening. Your botantical professor, Marilyn Thornhill (who you also have a crush on), so happens to stumble upon you working in a quiet corner of the library.

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

WARNINGS: (18+ MINORS PLEASE DNI) smut, mommy kink, praise kink, sub!reader, dom!marilyn, legal age gap, oral sex, fingering, semi-public sex

A/N: I apologise, my writing here is not the best… It was quite rushed I have to admit, so please excuse any mistakes

You open your notebook, searching for a passage you had written on carnivorous plants and how they feast on their prey. You were working on a lengthy report for your botanical class that was due at the end of this week. Normally, you were more organised than this; you usually finished your assignments a week before they were due because you had other commitments outside of school. However, the past week had been so hectic that it caused you to be off your usual tempo.

It’s late in the evening, and you are tucked in a quiet little corner of the second floor of the Nevermore library. Shelves of books surround you like an army of trees in a forest, and the gentle glow from the lamp on the desk illuminates the small area where you’re sitting.

You turn your wrist to look at your watch. You didn't have much time left in the library as it was going to close up soon. It’s important that you get as much done with the precious time you have left in this quiet environment.

As you continue to flicker back and forth through your notebooks and textbooks while simultaneously typing on your laptop, you swear you hear the sound of footsteps nearby. You turn your head around to see who is still here. It seems that there is one other person sitting on the opposite side of the floor you’re on, watching a YouTube video on their laptop.

It didn't explain the sound of those footsteps, but it didn't bother you that much anymore, so you continued to work on your report.

You type away, trying to get as much of your ideas onto the document as possible. You figure you’ll be able to tidy things up later.

As you’re finishing off a sentence, someone hums from behind you, causing you to jump slightly at the proximity of the sound. You turn around to surprisingly see your botanical professor standing by the bookshelf closest to you, arms crossed.

“Well, well, Y/N. Aren't you a star student?”

You couldn't lie to yourself — you found Marilyn Thornhill very attractive. Sometimes you'd just sit in class and listen to her voice and observe the way her hands would wildly flaunt around the place as she taught. She was an absolute spectacle.

You were so easily drawn to her; she wouldn't have to say a thing to you or anything — but her sheer presence alone made you feel as if a magnet had you reeling towards her whenever she was in the same room as you.

You would completely forget what you were supposed to be doing, consequently re-reading sentences that had no meaning to you at the moment or asking the person sitting next to you what page you were supposed to be on.

She was different in a way — you could feel it. Not the fact that she was the only normie teacher at the academy, but there was an eerie aura that lingered around her when she wasn't around masses of students.

Moments such as when you saw her from afar, sitting on a bench, writing in a small notebook; you would walk past her, and she’d look up at you, her lips curving into a strange smirk. Or when you had a question in mind and would go to the greenhouse to find her alone and feeding her plants, muttering things to herself (or possibly to her plants).

“Professor Thornhill… Sorry, you startled me a little bit.” You smile nervously at her. She apologises for her unexpected presence and walks over to the desk you are at.

She’s wearing a brown corduroy coat paired with a long dark navy skirt that has little patterns embroidered on. You always loved the outfits she wore; they always suited her so well.

“Ah, yes,” she peers down at the various books and loose pieces of paper that lay in front of you. “I see you're doing the plants report. Very good.”

You feel your cheeks grow warm at the subtle praise, and your heart rate increases while she hovers by your side, just the two of you alone together in such close proximity.

When she places a hand on the back of your chair to lean in closer to see your work better, you feel locks of red hair brush against your own hair.

She crouches down a little, pointing out something she sees in a sentence you’ve written on your laptop. “Hmm… That section about the digestive cavity of the Dionaea muscipula seems a bit wordy.”

She suggests ideas to you on how to improve your writing for that part of your report. You nod your head while she speaks, fanatically jotting down the words that come out of her mouth onto paper. You then type it onto your laptop, according to her suggestions. Once you finish, you read it out loud to make sense of it.

“Oh, that sounds much better,” you grin. “Thank you so much, Ms Thornhill.”

You turn to look up at her but find that she’s already looking down at you. Behind wide-rimmed glasses, her brown eyes bore into your own, almost as if she’s attempting to search for something in your gaze. She leans in a little closer towards you to whisper something.

“Now, sweetheart. You don't have to be so formal with me outside of the classroom….”

Your body feels like it’s about to catch on fire. The older woman moves back, but you keep your gaze firmly on her, stumbling over your words.

“I’m sorry… Sorry, Ms- Profess- Marilyn…”

A small smirk forms on her lips at your pathetic fumbling. She’s definitely amused now.

“I’ve been wondering,” she says as she clicks her tongue, “if there’s something you’ve ever wanted to tell me.”

You furrow your brow in confusion at her words. To play it safe, you don’t reply and wait for her to explain further. The silence prompts her to continue.

“You know I don’t judge,” she muses out, and finally, the timer on the bomb strikes the final second.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me during class.”

And all of a sudden, your world freezes – or so you think it has, but your botanical teacher keeps going. You don’t even have time to digest the current situation or the words that casually keep coming out of her mouth.

“... You’re not very discreet, darling.”

You swallow thickly; the humiliation of your professor knowing that you have a crush on her suddenly hits you like a train. Dying on the library floor feels quite desirable right now. You’ve always loved the library, so you figure it wouldn’t be such a bad final resting place.

“I-” you stutter out and whip your head around to see if the other person, who was also sitting on the floor, is still there. Gratefully, they had already left.

”I just- I’m sorry-”

She cuts you off. “First of all, don’t worry; I saw them leave a while ago.” She’s still looking at you, but her expression has changed to one that is terribly indecipherable.

She moves in closer once again. “Second of all….” you watch her eyes drop to your lips.

“Don’t apologise for wanting the same thing as I do.”

Your heart suddenly feels like it’s stuck in your throat. All your semblance of self-control and calmness is starting to dissipate from your mind — you can feel it leave your grasp because you find your own gaze dropping to her lips.

It's as if some invisible force is causing you to do the unthinkable. Because all of a sudden, you find yourself crashing your lips into hers, the heat of the moment a catalyst for your actions.

After a few seconds, you realise she hasn’t kissed back yet, so you pull away, greatly embarrassed. Pillars of stone and cobble come crashing down in the back ends of your mind — all sense of certainty and confidence starts to slip through your fingertips just like that.

“Fuck, I’m sorry- that was really stupid of me, I-” you panic and begin to gather your things from the desk. You had to get out of there immediately.

As you start to stand up with books in your arms, you suddenly feel your body being pushed against the desk. A gasp leaves your lips.

“Now… Not so fast,” Marilyn subtly smirks, taking the books from your hands and placing them back on the desk. As soon as they hit the table, your professor moves like lightning, flipping you around so that you're facing her. She doesn’t like to waste time, it seems.

She hungrily surges at your lips, and it takes you a moment before you kiss back, wanting nothing more but to drown in the feeling of her soft lips against yours. You feel like you’re in a dream-like state: body on fire and lightheaded as you get high on the drug that is her – Marilyn Thornhill.

The kiss is messy; desperation starts to consume the two of you, leaving no room for any decorum. You deepen the kiss, only to then feel her wet tongue snake its way inside your mouth.

Marilyn pushes you further into the desk, causing you to moan inside her mouth. She grabs the back of your neck to steady herself before biting down on your lower lip and releasing it ever so slowly. She then pulls away slightly, leaving a small space between your lips and hers.

Your breath is all quick and shallow; lungs greedily attempt to capture every bit of air they can get. Lips are already swollen, and sweat is already visible on skin — the two of you are barely getting started.

The t-shirt you’re wearing gets yanked over your head, and all you can do is hold both of your hands up in the air to help her pull it off your arms. As soon as the material is free, it’s thrown carelessly onto the floor somewhere.

She pecks at your lips, missing the taste of you already. You realise she’s still clothed, so you decide that needs to be changed.

Marilyn allows you to take off her coat, but when you go to unbutton her blouse, she grabs your wrist and tsks. You look at her, confused.

“Oh, sweet girl,” she drawls. “Not yet. I want to take care of you first.”

You’re about to say something to her, but you’re cut short as her lips crash into yours once again. Her kiss is hungrier than the first time she kissed you. This one is all ferocity without any restraint. She’s not going to hold back anymore.

She’s like an animal who's just been liberated from its cage and hasn’t hunted in a while. You enjoy feeling like prey to her — heart set in your stomach, beating frantically as you wait for her to strike and devour you bit by bit.

Marilyn walks the two of you away from the desk, lips still locked on yours. She’s an excellent kisser and knows what she’s doing, so you just let her lead. Even just the mere thought of how experienced she probably is makes you even needier.

Your back hits a bookshelf, and spines of textbooks dig into your skin as the older woman continues to ravage you. Her lips move down to suck and kiss the area around your collarbone. You let out a sigh at the feeling of her tongue on your skin.

Suddenly it hits you, and your body just stills at your realisation.

You remember that the two of you are in the school library — a public space where anyone could still be lurking around the place. What if the librarian was putting some books away and happened to stumble upon the botanical professor making out with her student?

Marilyn senses that something’s wrong, and she stops, detaching her mouth from your neck. It’s as if she can read your mind because she starts to reassure you.

“If you haven't noticed, it’s way past closing time,” she turns a wrist over and shows you the time.

“But… Isn’t the librarian still here? The lights are still on, and the windows are still open,” you point out. Marilyn just grins with self-satisfaction.

“Well,” she whispers, “I told our lovely librarian earlier today that I was going to remain on school grounds until late, so I insisted that I would close up the library just for today.”

“It just so happens that you were here.” Her lips are now on the shell of your ear, teasing you. You suppress a moan; she hasn’t even touched you yet, and you're already all worked up.

“Now,” she runs a hand down your cheek, “I need to know if you really want this or not.”

Her thumb continues to caress your cheek as she patiently waits for your answer.

You wet your lips before responding. “Yes, I want this. I need you.”

She quirks an eyebrow. “Please, I need you so badly,” you breathe out.

It’s all a bit surreal — this entire moment. You would’ve never guessed that you’d be pressed up against a bookshelf about to be fucked by your professor whom you have a crush on. You almost laugh at the mere thought of it until you feel fingers nudge at the entrance of your mouth.

“Be good for me, won’t you, darling?”

You feel heat rush to your core at her words. Fuck, you thought to yourself. You nod your head and swallow thickly before she gets to work.

You allow her access into your mouth. She enters and you take the hint and start swirling your tongue around her lithe digits, moaning when your mouth is abruptly right up at her knuckles.

It’s almost as if she’s starting to fuck your mouth with her two fingers, slowly and sensually rocking them back in forth while you simultaneously suck on them.

You can see it in her eyes that she’s enjoying this as much as you are. Her eyes are fully blown, darkly clouded by lust and want. You wonder if your eyes are the same… What does your display of desperation look like to her?

Her breathing starts to get ragged at your movements around her fingers. Satisfied, she pulls them out slowly, and you watch as the spit from your mouth connects to her digits. Honestly, it might be the most erotic thing you've ever witnessed.

“Please,” you pant out, starting to get impatient.

She looks at you and winks before her eyes dart down to the waistband of your pants. You think you understand what she wants, and you go to unbutton them — however — out of nowhere, a hand firmly grabs yours.

She roughly yanks your hands above your own head, pinning them in place on the bookshelf.

“Uh-uh.” Her eyes rake you up and down at your current position. “Let mommy do the work.”

She unbuttons your pants and nods at you to wriggle out of them, kicking them away from you once they're on your ankles. Marilyn sighs as she takes in the display that’s presented in front of her: you in black lace underwear, hands together above your head and a thin sheen of sweat covering your skin.

“My gorgeous girl,” she briefly licks her lips as if she’s at a fine restaurant about to devour a five-star meal.

Her hand goes to cup your clothed core, feeling some of your wetness having already seeped through the material.

“Fuck…” she murmurs out. “So wet for mommy already.”

She starts to rub circles through your underwear. You bite your lip at the sensation. God, this woman is going to be the death of me, you think to yourself.

Marilyn starts to speed up. Her eyes then flicker back up to yours.

“How’s that, darling?”

“Good,” you sigh out, “but I need more.”

“Oh, you need more?” She ceases her movements. “Greedy, aren't you?”

You whine, “I'm sorry- please….”

A smirk forms on her lips, and her fingers start to move past the waistband of your underwear. She instantly feels your arousal on her fingers, causing her own underwear to become soaked. Her fingers work through your folds for a moment, and without warning, she enters you.

You bite down on your bottom lip, afraid that you might moan so loud that someone on campus is bound to hear. She starts to fuck you slowly, relishing in the gentle noises that start escaping from your lips. It feels so good, the way her fingers fit so perfectly in your cunt. You only now realise that your own fingers never feel this good — not even close.

Her pace becomes too steady and slow for your own liking. You start to grow frustrated, knowing she’s purposely teasing you like this.

You try rolling your hips, meeting her thrusts midway in an attempt to get more relief. She notices this and slows her pace down even more. You whine out in frustration.

“Do you need something, sweet girl?” She pouts mockingly. You nod your head, and she cruelly coos back in response.

“Use your words.”

“Fuck me harder- please, mommy,” you whine out. You never knew how desperate you could get until this very moment.

She takes pity at your begging and begins to speed up. Her thrusts become rough and fast, and you no longer can contain the noises that emerge from your throat. To make it more difficult, her thumb finds your clit and starts working on it.

Her mouth finds its way to your neck, attacking the skin and ensuring marks will be left once she’s finished. She wants you and everyone to know that you now belong to her.

Usually, you would think that you’d be greatly humiliated by something like this: the sounds of your own loud moans and your wetness filling up a room that’s technically a public space.

“I’m so close- oh fuck!” You choke out. She lets go of your hands that are above your head.

You’re about to cum, but suddenly she stops and drops to her knees and drags your underwear off of you at the same time.

“Not yet. I need to taste you before I let you cum.”

You feel yourself become more wet at her words, and not long after, you feel her pry your legs open, immediately bringing her head to your cunt. She slowly licks a stripe, wanting to taste every bit of your arousal and taking her time with you.

“Oh, fuck!” You twitch against the bookshelf. Instinct takes hold of you, and your hands fly to her auburn hair, tugging roughly, causing her to moan against your cunt. She’ll only allow you to do that just this one time.

Marilyn keeps going, occasionally sucking on your clit, which earns a high-pitched noise from you. She sticks out her tongue inside your cunt, and you now find yourself deliciously riding her mouth.

It doesn't take long for you to feel that pleasurable sensation build up again. When she uses her thumb to rub at your clit, it becomes all stars in an instant. Your eyes feel like they're going to roll out the back of your head, and you have to steady yourself by grabbing a fistful of her hair much tighter than before.

Yet, she doesn’t slow down even when you’re cumming right into her mouth. She hungrily licks up your arousal and then uses her fingers to fuck you through your orgasm. Your moans become broken and throaty, but to her, it becomes her new favourite melody.

Soon, you're cumming for the second time, roughly throwing your head back once again. She slows down and gently pulls her fingers out when she thinks your breathing has slowed down.

Marilyn rises slowly to her feet before languidly placing her fingers, which are covered in your arousal, into her mouth. She accentuates a groan and looks right into your eyes as she sucks her own fingers.

She then pulls them out and licks her lips. “My good, good girl.”

Your hands latch onto her waist, and you pull her flush against your own body, kissing her passionately. You can faintly taste yourself on her lips, and it's enough to get you spurred up again.

“Now,” she holds the base of your chin in her hand, “get on your knees, darling.”

She looks at the time on her other hand. “We still have some time left before I have to actually close up. Let’s see how fast you can make me cum.”

God, this was going to be a very, very long evening.

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abbyromanoff · 10 months

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MS. THORNHILL MASTERLIST:

Behind Closed Doors PT.2 PT.3 (angst, smut, fluff)

Temptations (smut)

Hard (smut)

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m1lfsh4ke · 7 months

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Mutual pleasure (repost)

warning: 18+ smut

You pushed through Marilyn's door to her apartment dorm, whimpering at how you stumbled forwards but caught yourself before you could fall. Your eyes blurred with unshed tears that's been begging to be released since you ran out of class.

You weren't expecting to see Marilyn home as it was the middle of the day, so you let the tears softly prickle down to your cheeks, dropping your bag to the ground with a soft thud.

Your body flopped to the floor, not being able to make it to the couch in time before the soft tears were replaced with rapid and quiet sobs. Your hand covered your mouth, choking on your own tears before you heard your call being called from the bathroom.

"Oh sweetheart.." You turned around to see Marilyn rush out of the bathroom with a silk black robe, as if she just got out of the shower with her damp hair.

Like a lost puppy, you whined for her. For her comfort, her touch, everything. Fuck, you just wanted her to make everything better.

"M-Mari-" You stuttered as she pulled you up into a deep embrace.

The two of you stumbled back a bit until Marilyn fell to the couch, leaving you to straddle her as she continued to wrap her arms around you.

"Oh, my poor baby.." She breathed out, hand coming to the back of your head as the other went under your shirt to caress your back - and it has you choking on this sob at how loving this woman can be. Something so simple has you nuzzling in her neck, finding comfort within her warmth. "Hard day?" she softly spoke. You couldn't speak a proper word, but Marilyn caught on with your single nod.

You whimpered at her soft words, leaving small kisses on the juncture of her neck as a distraction away from your horrible experience.

"My sweet girl.." she pulled you away to look at your face, hand cupping your cheek as you pressed your face into it. "Is there something I can do to help?" she tilted her head, eyes admiring yours at the sheen layer of tears captured beneath your bottom lid.

You stayed silent. Thinking of the next move whether if you should speak or not, you immediately looked down to her lips and that's when everything didn't matter anymore because you quickly closed the gap between the two of you.

A gasp of surprise was heard when you lunged at her, capturing her lips in an unexpected kiss. It started off slow, gentle, and passionate. Something like you’re trying to get comfortable with the situation before things get too deep.

A soft whine managed to escape from your mouth when Marilyn bit your lower lip. Your hands flew to her shoulders, holding yourself up as you began to grind down on her lap. Slowly, that slow, passionate kiss changed to something filled with lust and desire.

Multiple moans were swallowed by Ms. Thornhill as your hand gripped the hairs in the back of her neck. “Fu-Fuck.. ‘S good..” You spoke between kisses, not physically capable enough to stop.

Marilyn chuckled at your confession, pulling back to stare at your kissed-swollen-lips that glistened with your mixed saliva. “Oh, you poor girl..”

“Need mommy to make everything better, don’t you? Always have to rely on me for everything and anything, hmm?” She teased in awe of your expression when she softly pushed her hips up, making you let out this tiny gasp. Your heart fluttered with desire; need.

A need for her to make you forget all the horrible things that happened today. You nodded your head, almost begging her when you grasped the low v-cut of her robe. “Words, baby girl.” You grunted to which Marilyn raised a brow to. “R-ride-” You ducked your head down to her shoulder, softly nuzzling your forehead to her collar bones as you couldn’t find the confidence to look her in the eye as you speak.

“I-I wanna ride you.. Please?” You can feel how she sharply inhaled with her chest pressed against yours. “Please, mommy?” this time, you lifted your head, looking into her eyes as your hips began to grind down on her thigh.

“Fuck- sweetheart-” She was breathless by the time you moved her damped hair to one side and started to attack the jugular of her neck with open mouthed kisses that lead to a hickey.

Her head tilted back, giving you more space to cover up with her eyes rolling just the slightest behind her glasses, and a hand grasping the back of your head, pulling you closer. “Oh baby.. Your mouth feels so good around me, keep doing that - s-shit!” She moaned, feeling you suck on her pulse point as you smiled in satisfaction.

“Wait right here, darling girl.” She pushed you down to the couch as she made her way to the bedroom.

You patiently waited for her to come back, already forgetting of the situation that occurred nearly an hour ago. You smiled. Happy that you were lucky enough to find someone like Marilyn who could make all your problems disappear.

When you looked back up, your eyes widened at what she was holding. A double ended dildo in the shape of an “L” that couldn't be no longer than 9-inches.

“Ma-Marilyn-” Your voice got stuck in your throat by the new toy she just brought out. Surely this had to be new if this was the first time she’d use something like this on you. “That-that won’t fit-” Marilyn couldn’t help but chuckle at your false statement, throwing the silicone on the couch next to you as she flopped down to her knees.

“Sweetheart, what are you saying? Of course it will, I know you can take more than what I can give to you, hmm?” She said in her tone she uses when you’re being dumbed down from her.

“I’m sure your tight little hole can adjust to me, isn’t that right, angel?” With this, your skirt was already being roughly pulled down past your ankles and discarded somewhere in her living room.

You moaned at her words before she started to viciously kiss her way up your legs, almost as if she's worshiping your figure. Her nose lifted the hem of your shirt just a little to give her some skin that she's able to kiss before your shirt followed the pile of clothes.

“Fuck, I love you,” She spoke before she crashed your lips together, falling on the couch while you found your way on top of her again. You hummed in the kiss, untying her robe as you threw the band right next to the both of you on the couch.

“So fucking pretty..” You admired her bare body, slowly sliding the thin piece of clothing down her shoulders to which it just pooled behind her back. You dipped down to kiss her collarbones when you felt Marilyn’s hand shift to a side.

You looked and saw that she was picking up the silicone and left it on your lap, slowly spreading her legs a little. You were enamored by the light glisten that was already created between her legs and you couldn't help but groan. One of her hands was brought to your mouth and as if it was second nature, you took her ring and index finger past your lips with a groan at how deep she's pushing through your mouth. You gag and choke around her digits as she sets slow and deep thrusts.

“That’s it baby, choke on mommy’s fingers..good girl,” She praised before retracing her fingers from your mouth with a string of saliva leaving the two of you connected.

Your eyes widened when she pushed the same fingers through her entrance with a moan. “So wet..” you groaned at hearing her pussy squelch with a few pumps she did before she replaced her fingers with the head of one end of the dildo. “Fuck- sweetheart-” She cursed, pushing the toy inside her inch by inch until it’s settled deep.

“Want mommy to fuck you, baby?” she questioned, taking her hand and softly stroking her length with a moan. “Pl-please!-” your hips almost stuttered, not being able to be patient any longer.

Marilyn’s hand held the base of her cock as she lined it up with your entrance, moaning at how you slowly sank down to it. “Fuck, you’re so big..” you gasped, beginning to slowly rock your hips, taking all of her. “See, sweetheart? I know my precious angel can take more than seven inches..” Her hips slowly fucked up to you, making your air cut short by how you let out a sudden moan.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck right there!-” You slammed back down with your eyes rolled back. You gripped her shoulders when you started to bounce on top of her with a much faster pace.

“J-Jesus sweetheart” She gasped, feeling how her end pulls and pushes back every time you ride her. “Y-your cock feels so good, I-Im so close” Your movements starts to slow down, almost tired but that was replaced with Marilyn fucking up to you.

“Oh fuck!-” You moaned, wrapping your arms around her neck as you lifted your hips a little, to give her an easier access for a deeper fucking.

“So fucking wet for mommy, yeah? Your pussy is leaking around my lap” You could’ve been more embarrassed, but no. You were feeling a whole new level of pleasure at how deep she’s fucking into you.

“Go-gonna cum for you, so close!-” You panted out, tugging the base of her scalp to where Ms. Thornhill groaned.

“L-Let me cum all over your cock, please?” you were crying. Tears streamed down your face by how hard she's pounding up to you. Her hands flew down to your hips as she pushed you down with a moan, almost forgetting how the pleasure was mutual.

“Fuckfuckfuck!-” high pitched moans left the both of you as you rode out your high. Slick spurted out of Marilyn’s core after a few more thrusts and it had her whimpering out a tired moan.

“Feels so good..” you spoke tiredly, softly grinding your hips down on her lap while you’re still full of her.

“Feel better, baby?” She panted, holding you close as you hummed in confirmation.

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A/n: repost because I deleted the other one by mistake

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 9 months

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Hello! I was wondering if you'd write a Marilyn x bad girl student reader? Bad girl like motorcycle riding, ripped jeans, don't adhere to the dress code or turn in assignments on time, most of the other students scared of her, all around bad ass reader. When Marilyn finds out reader is in her class she dreads it because reader has always made it hard on the other teachers but she's pleasantly surprised when reader does well and never disrupts class. In fact reader has helped her out from time to time, just quietly moving heavy stuff for Marilyn and picking up things Marilyn dropped for her. The only time reader causes a disruption is when another student harasses Marilyn for being a normi and reader punches his lights out. They get into a relationship where Marilyn is all mommy dom with spanking and choking tied up reader smut. Not sure how to end this request lol

Yesss!!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))))))

A very, very bad girl

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Smut, strap on, bad girl reader, fluff?, spanking, kinks, dom! marilyn

Word count: 5,715

Summary: You were a very bad girl at Nevermore, but when you met her, you changed a bit… just for her…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Ms. (Y/N), for the last time, please take your feet off the table,” your math teacher said. You smiled and shook your head.

“I don't feel like it,” you said, looking at your nails with indifference.

You were that way, you had no remedy. When your parents sent you to Nevermore, they thought you would finally become a good girl. They were wrong. That school had too many rules and these were your worst enemies. You had no intention of obeying, of dressing in that hideous uniform and of stopping terrorizing others with your haughty and almost violent attitude.

“Don't make me have to repeat it to you…” Your teacher said, tired of you.

“Does anyone mind if I put my feet on the table?” You asked the rest of your classmates out loud. Logically they all shook their heads. “You see it? You can continue.”

“I’m sick of you, (Y/N)…” The old woman hissed, crossing her arms.

You laughed out loud and held a defiant look.

“Please, shut up, I’m sick of your annoying voice,” you said whispering. Obviously the teacher heard you and banged her fist on the table.

“It's over, (Y/N), to the director's office, now.”

You raised your eyebrows, lowering your feet and dragging the chair so that it made an excruciating creak.

You were used to visits to Weems's office. You could almost say you lived there.

“Principal Weems…” You crooned as you knocked on the door. Immediately Larissa opened it and peeked in, puffing at the sight of you.

“You again? What have you done this time?” She asked listlessly. You shrugged.

“Nothing, it seems that Mrs. Redfield doesn't want my back to stop hurting,” you said going into the office.

“What am I going to do with you…”Weems sighed. “Sit down.”

You slumped back in the chair while Larissa searched for what looked like a file bigger than the entire Harry Potter books saga.

“Let's see... Misconduct, swearing in class, flagrant violation of the Nevermore’s dress code...” She said that last sentence looking you up and down. There was no sign of the regulation uniform. Just a black top and a too-ripped jeans. “Fights with classmates, reckless driving on the grounds, destruction of gardens and school property... My God, (Y/N), I assure you that I have never seen someone with a file like yours.”

“What prize will I get?” You asked amused. Weems rolled her eyes and sighed in despair.

“You're playing with fire, (Y/N), if your parents weren't my friends you were out of Nevermore a long time ago.”

“Oh, I love privileges,” you said laughing, with a cocky and defiant posture.

“I'm glad to hear it, because as a privileged girl that you are, you're going to serve a privileged punishment…” Larissa told you, smiling with satisfaction, looking for a stack of papers. “I've seen your handwriting and it's pretty decent. You are going to transcribe all these documents to make them readable.”

“All of them?”

“All of them.”

“But I have to clean the bike and…” You said, starting to regret it.

“Oh, I'm so sorry, (Y/N),” Larissa said wryly, putting all that stack of papers in front of you.

Naturally you already had in mind to duck, but when you raised a hand she grabbed your wrist.

“Do you think I'm dumb enough to let you go? You underestimate me, (Y/N). This time you are going to fulfill your punishment here, with me,” she told you with a gentle smile. You pursed your lips and grunted, carrying the stack of papers to the table the principal pointed out to you.

“Shit…” You whispered, sitting down at the small desk.

“What have you said? I'm afraid I didn't hear you correctly...” Larissa said, blinking rapidly.

“Nothing…” You said, picking up a pen, ready to carry out your punishment.

The seconds seemed like minutes, and the minutes seemed like hours. You've never had the opportunity to fully serve a punishment. Of course, you would make the time unbearable for the principal too.

“I'm boooooored,” you crooned.

“Poor thing,” Larissa said without looking at you, while she leafed through some papers.

Someone knocked on the door, interrupting the tedious punishment.

“Can I come in?” A voice you didn't know said.

“Oh, Marilyn, of course, come in, please,” Larissa said, smiling and getting up.

An unknown woman entered the office. The first impression for you was very important, and that red-haired woman impressed you. She seemed shy, putting on her glasses in an amusing move. You followed her with your eyes, without saying a word. Curiosity invaded you.

“I'm glad you've arrived, let me be the first to welcome you to Nevermore,” Weems said, shaking her hand.

“Thank you for this opportunity, Larissa. I know it must have been difficult to be admitted,” the woman said, sitting in front of the director, who made a gesture to play it down.

“Oh, it's nothing. You have the honor of being the first normi to teach at Nevermore, and I sincerely want you not to be the last one.”

The redhead nodded and looked at you curiously.

“Who is she?” She asked. You remained silent, noticing how your cheeks blushed. You were unable to utter a word, to make a joke. That woman had caught your eye and no matter how hard you tried to give an explanation to that reaction, you couldn't.

“Oh, she's (Y/N), she has the great achievement of being the most troublemaker student in Nevermore,” Larissa said, getting up and walking towards you. “Be careful with her, she's a time bomb, but they forgot to put a timer on her,” she said amused, placing a hand on your shoulder, which you pulled away with a grunt.

“Eh, I can introduce by myself,” you said, looking at the redhead, who kept looking at you curiously. “I am (Y/N), the most beautiful, nicest and coolest student of Nevermore, and you? Who are you?” You said, extending a hand towards the woman.

She laughed softly, shaking your hand.

“I'm Marilyn Thornhill, the new botany teacher,” she told you. You nodded amused.

“Plants, how funny,” you said sarcastically. She kept smiling, apparently she had not understood the meaning of your words.

“Be very careful with her, Marilyn, she is the terror of the teachers. And you, (Y/N), could you do me a big favor and be nice to Marilyn?”

You ignored the director's comment and looked back at Marilyn, winking at her.

“If you behave well, I'll be good…” You said with a suggestive voice. She laughed, as if she didn't get the point of everything you were saying. She seemed very innocent, and you liked that, you liked her a lot.

Larissa's hand went directly to the back of your neck, giving you a soft smack. Surely she had understood what you meant.

“Keep writing, (Y/N)…”

Two days later, your first botany class finally arrived. You were expecting to see that woman in action. She naturally attracted you, she was the type of woman you liked. She's innocent, without malice, the kind of woman your brusque and rebellious personality could corrupt.

You sat at your desk and to your own surprise, you didn't put your feet up on the table, you sat down right. You took out what little was left of your books and put them on the table, under the strange look of your classmate.

“What are you looking at?” You asked rudely. The boy shook his head and looked away.

“Good morning guys, my name is Marilyn Thornhill, and I'm your new botany teacher,” the redhead said enthusiastically. You could see how her eyes were looking sideways at you. Surely Larissa had filled her in on all your antics.

“They say that she is normi, that she has no ability,” the girl next to you whispered. You looked at her, annoyed at listening to her more than to Marilyn.

“Oh, really? Weems must have gone crazy,” another girl answered.

In a few seconds the murmur became more present. You couldn't hear the class, you were surrounded by sarcastic comments and various gossip from your classmates.

“I would appreciate a bit of silence, please,” the teacher said, sighing.

You glared around you. It was her first class and your classmates did nothing but annoy you. Unlike you, who was silent, behaving like an exemplary student.

“Please…” Marilyn insisted, starting to get desperate.

“Shut up, damm it!” You yelled, getting up from your chair. They all looked at you stunned. “Shut up or I'll shut up you.”

Silence fell. The redhead looked at you with wide eyes. She wouldn't expect the Nevermore trouble factory to have silenced her classmates.

“Please, continue,” you said with a wide smile, while all your classmates lowered their heads.

Marilyn shook her head and pretended nothing had happened, giving you a strange look.

When the class ended and all your classmates left the conservatory, you smugly approached the redhead, who seemed to be organizing some boxes.

“Aren't you going to thank me?” You asked, tapping her shoulder. Marilyn jumped and smiled at you nervously.

“Oh, (Y / N), I… Well, thanks I guess,” she said shyly, as she placed a box on her desk and emptied its contents.

“I guess? Come on, redhead, I've done you a favor,” you said, pretending to be offended. She glanced at you briefly, but then she turned away. It was obvious that your presence made her nervous. You began to wonder what Larissa had told her about you. “Are you afraid of me?” You asked mockingly.

“Well, I…” Marilyn said, looking for a way to dodge your question. “Honestly, I don't know what to tell you. Larissa has told me a lot of disturbing things about you.”

“Yeah, Larissa, of course,” you said, leaning against her desk and picking up a very small pot and looking at it curiously. “What is this?”

“Be careful with that, please, it's a rare specimen of a miniature carnivorous plant,” Marilyn told you with fear in her eyes.

You smiled and began to play with the pot, carelessly passing it from one hand to the other.

“How funny,” you said, seeing the horrified expression of the redhead. “Surely now you expect me to set it on fire, or break it, that's what Larissa told you, right?”

“Please, (Y/N), give it back to me, it's a very delicate plant,” she told you nervously, reaching out her arm to take the pot. You stepped away and took advantage of the fact that you were taller than her, raising your arm as high as you could.

“No way. First I want you to thank me for having shut those pesky ones’ mouth,” you said amused, seeing how the redhead tried to reach the small plant, without success.

Marilyn snorted and shook her head, crossing her arms.

“Okay, (Y/N), I appreciate you letting me teach the class in peace, are you happy?”

You smiled widely and returned the plant, which the redhead quickly took, looking at you over her glasses.

“Have you ever been told that you shouldn't judge someone before you meet them?” You said ironically. She closed her eyes and nodded.

“You're right, (Y/N), I'm sorry. Larissa warned me that I should be careful with you. I'm having a bit of a hard time getting used to this place and I wouldn't want you to give me trouble.”

You laughed out loud.

“Calm down, Marilyn, I don't give trouble to attractive women like you…” You whispered in her ear. She looked at you surprised, but she didn't say anything, she just continued with her boxes, glancing at you from time to time.

“Don't you have class right now?” She asked, obviously uncomfortable with your presence.

“I'm not going. I hate maths,” you said indifferently, while you watched how the redhead seemed to suffer when picking up a box that seemed heavy. “Hey, don't try too hard, redhead,” you said, helping her to catch it.

“Don't call me redhead, (Y/N), I'm your teacher. I'm assuming you're not going to call me Miss Thornhill, but I'd appreciate it if you would at least call me Marilyn.”

You rolled your eyes, placing that box where she indicated.

“Fine, Marilyn…” You sighed.

The teacher's attitude towards you was abrupt, fearful, nervous. Larissa should have told her you were little short of the devil. You didn't want to have that fame, at least with her.

The days passed like this. You were the terror of the teachers, but not of all. With Marilyn you were an angel. Even your fights and punishments had lessened. Your attraction to the redhead increased so much that it was impossible for you not to say suggestive phrases about her while you helped her after class. She was skilled at dodging hints. It was already impossible for her to be as innocent as you thought. Her smile and the slight blush on her cheeks told you that she perfectly understood what you wanted to say.

Little by little, that absurd fear that she had of you disappeared and her attitude towards you was much calmer. You weren't sure, but somehow you sensed that she had some interest in the naughty bad girl you were. For some strange reason, she was always there when you got into trouble.

One afternoon, you were going for a motorcycle ride to loosen up a bit. You had class works to do, but you didn't care, you never did.

“Hello, precious,” you said tenderly to your motorcycle, which you loved above all things.

You were going to start the engine, when you heard some desperate screams.

“Start damn it!”

It was Marilyn, who seemed to be having trouble starting the little beetle. You were going to ignore it, but the situation seemed too funny to you. You got off the motorcycle and approached the car, leaning mockingly out the window.

“Any problem?” You asked with a wide smile. Marilyn looked at you and, resigned she nodded.

“Well, yes, many problems, (Y/N). The car won't start and I have to go to Jericho to look for the seeds I need for... Well, for my classes...” She told you, turning the key over and over again.

“Well, well, let me take a look,” you said with the same mocking tone. “Open the engine, redhead.”

“Marilyn!” The redhead yelled, opening the engine door.

“Yes, yes, whatever you say…” You whispered, taking a look. “Oh oh…”

“What's happening?”

“I'm afraid someone has had a little fun,” you said, reaching into the engine and pulling out what looked like a broken belt. “This should be there, see?”

Marilyn got out of the car and was horrified to see that you were right.

“It is difficult for the car to start without this. I'm afraid you'll have to call the tow truck, redhead,” you said with a pitying face, handing her the broken leash.

“Oh, shit…” Marilyn sighed. “I'll ask Larissa to take me to the town and…”

It was the best opportunity of your life. You weren't going to waste it.

“No way, redhead... Marilyn. I'll take you,” you said, pointing to the motorcycle.

Marilyn looked over your shoulder with raised eyebrows.

“Are you going to take me... In that thing?” She asked you. “No way, there's no way I'm going to get on that thing with you.”

You shrugged and walked away.

“As you wish, but I think Larissa is not here…” You crooned. “Surely those seeds can wait until tomorrow…” You looked at her, smiling, while you got on the motorcycle. She rolled her eyes and cautiously approached.

“Okay, okay,” she said. “But be careful, please. I never liked these things,” she said with a voice of having given up.

“Calm down…” You said, taking another helmet out of the small compartment and tossing it to her.

“Oh, God…” She sighed as she got on the bike with you.

“Hold on, redhead,” you said, tying her arms around your waist.

“Please, (Y/N), I only ask you not to ruuuuuun,” she said, too late. You had already started, and you used to go fast. “Please, (Y/N), stop!”

You laughed while she, scared, clung to you with all her strength.

It seemed unlikely, but from that day on, the strange relationship you had got closer and closer.

Little by little, the redhead responded to your advances. Never in the way you expected, but it seemed to amuse her that you flirted with her in such a shameless way. Sometimes you got the impression that Marilyn dropped things on the floor for you to pick up, you'd soon find out why.

You were there as always, helping Marilyn with her plants. Not that you were a good girl now, quite the opposite. But with her you were, you were the kindest girl, but also the cheekiest girl of Nevermore. As you put down a large pot in the ground, you looked at Marilyn. You didn't believe what she was seeing. She was looking at you, but not at you, she was looking at your butt. You were wearing a very short skirt, and surely it wasn't exactly your skirt that she was looking at.

“What? Do you like what you see?” You asked, getting up. She looked away quickly.

“I don't know what you mean…” She said, pretending to take care of one of the plants. You bit your lip and ran to get behind her and lean into her ear.

“Yes, you know, redhead, you were looking at my panties…” You said humming, brushing the hair away from her ear. She jerked around, pushing you back a bit.

“Don't talk nonsense, (Y/N). If you have already finished with the pots you can leave,” she said, pretending, very badly, by the way.

“Okay,” she said, making an unexpected move. You grabbed Marilyn by the head and pulled her up, planting a kiss on her lips. She didn't resist, but she did stay wide-eyed. It was your first time taking that step and to your delight, she didn't seem to mind at all. “See you tomorrow,” you crooned, walking out of the conservatory and leaving Marilyn gaping.

After stealing that kiss from the redhead, you got used to doing it all the time. She never complained, but she never kissed you back either. It was weird, she seemed blocked whenever you zoomed in. It was as if he really liked you, as if the little suspicion you had ceased to be, to become evidence. Soon the occasion would come that would make everything clear.

“And for this reason, these little wonders can survive weeks without a drop of water…” Marilyn explained, under your watchful eye. You heard murmurs next to you. As much as you ordered them to shut up, your classmates ignored it.

“Look at her, she tries to be cool but she can't, deep down I feel sorry for her,” a boy behind you said. You concentrated to listen better.

“It's pathetic. I can't wait for her to get out of Nevermore. The normies have no right to be here,” his classmate said.

You had a serious face, you stopped listening to Marilyn a long time ago.

“Just wait and see, I have prepared a little surprise.”

“What have you done this time?”

“Watch and learn. This is how normies are treated in Nevermore,” one of the boys said, moving his hand towards the redhead's desk.

From the wall, what looked like a tarp was unfurled, with some horrible words written on it. Marilyn froze as she read the message.

The best normi is the dead normi

The entire class erupted in laughter, as Marilyn struggled to maintain her composure. You had heard the conversation, you knew who was to blame.

“Damned bastard!” You said, getting up from the table and turning around. “Hey, it was him!” You said, grabbing the collar of her shirt. Marilyn didn't say anything, she just stared at you.

“Let me go, I'm just saying what we all think,” The boy told you. Your blood boiled

“Apologize right now, Fred…” You hissed, grabbing his shirt tightly.

“I'm not even going to do it, that damn normi has to get out of Nevermore…” He said you in a mocking tone.

That was too much for you. With all your might, you pushed the boy, making him fall to the ground, knocking over several chairs and tables along the way.

“Stupid!” He yelled. No one seemed to care that you were in class.

“You're the stupid one, you're going to find out!” You yelled, throwing yourself on top of him and starting a fight in the middle of the conservatory.

“Stop it!” Marilyn yelled, approaching you with fear. You looked at her, causing your partner to punch you several times.

“Damn imbecile,” you said, putting your hand on your nose, which soon began to bleed. “I'm going to destroy you!” You said hitting her with all your might.

“For God's sake, (Y/N), stop it, stop it!” The redhead said, trying to separate you from him, who already had his hands in a surrender position. You kicked, but you let yourself be dragged by Marilyn.

“Everyone out, class's over!” She yelled, checking that, despite the beating, the boy could get up. You stayed there, held by Marilyn on the ground.

“You'll see when I catch you,” you said, passing a hand across your nose, pointing threateningly at your partner.

“Why did you do it, (Y/N)?” Marilyn asked you, while she healed your wounds. “If I tell Weems what happened, she won't hesitate to expel you.”

“What did you want me to do? You don't deserve that,” you said, hissing when the cotton touched one of your wounds.

“I don't need you to defend me, (Y/N). I just overlook that kind of things, I'm used to it,” she told you, caressing your cheek. You smiled mischievously.

“Did you like to see me give that idiot the beating of his life? Confess it, redhead...” You sighed and rolled her eyes. She looked like she was going to deny it, but quite the opposite. She came up to you and kissed you on the lips. A slow, tender kiss, that had nothing to do with the ones you stole from her.

It might seem like a simple gesture, but it was something else, it was the beginning of a real relationship, one in which words were not needed.

“You're a bad girl, (Y/N),” she whispered after kissing you. You widened your eyes and bit your lip. “I like bad girls...”

“I won't be so bad when I've defended you,” you murmured, grabbing her waist. She laughed, putting both hands on your chest.

“We all have defects…”

You were kissing the redhead with passion, with desire, as you entered her room. It had been a while now, and it seemed like the right time to turn up the heat a bit.

“You should be in class, (Y/N)…” Marilyn gasped, between kisses. You laughed, attacking her neck unceremoniously.

“I don't care about classes…” You said. Unexpectedly, she grabbed your hair.

“No, no, no (Y/N), I can't allow you to continue being a bad girl…” She whispered in your ear. “If you don't go to class, I'll have to punish you...”

You opened your eyes. Of all the people you knew, she was the least likely to behave that way. You didn't like to feel dominated, but you already made several exceptions with her, it was okay to make another one.

“Are you going to punish me?” You asked pouting. “Look how I’m shaking.”

The moment you said those words, you received a slap on the cheek. It was not a soft one, it stung.

“Shut up, bitch…” The redhead said, grabbing her hair. “Don't try to be cool with me, I think you don't know me well...”

You shook your head and bit your lip. You wanted to keep teasing her, you wanted to see what she was capable of.

“I do what I want, redhead…” You said, earning another slap. Marilyn sighed and shook her head, shoving you roughly onto the bed.

“You have to learn manners, (Y/N). Maybe I have to teach you a lesson…” She said, sitting next to you. “Come here,” she told you, patting her lap.

You looked at her with a frown.

“Have I not spoken clearly enough, (Y/N)? I told you to get on my lap. Mommy is going to teach you to be a good girl...”

You backed away smiling, surprised by your lover's domineering attitude. Seeing that her gaze became more and more dangerous, you decided to obey, lying on her lap.

“That's how I like it, an obedient girl…” Marilyn said mockingly. “Now mommy is going to teach you to treat her with respect… To behave properly.”

“You like that I’m a bad girl. You can't help it, "mommy,"” you said joking. Her hand fell on your buttocks with a painfully pleasurable force.

“Mmm…” She murmured. It wasn't a yes, but it wasn't a no either. “I like to teach good manners to bad girls like you, (Y/N). Stupid girls who think they are the coolest in school for wearing ripped pants, riding motorbikes and talking back to the teachers...”

Saying those words with a lusty hiss, she pulled down your pants and underwear, exposing your butt.

“You have a beautiful ass, (Y/N), it's a shame that I have to punish it…” She told you between laughs. You just nodded. You couldn't see what was happening, but her touch was tense, you knew what was coming, and it turned you on. “Come on honey, be a good girl... Count with me...”

“One!” You yelled as you received the first spank. It itched, it stung, but you had to fight back a moan. “Fuck…Two!”

“That's it... What a good girl...” The redhead whispered, relieving your injured area a little. “Come on, come on, we're not done yet. You have to be punished for everything you've done. I'm sure the rest of your teachers would really like to see you like that... So submissive, so... obedient.”

“I thought you were a sweet and innocent spinster and it turns out that you're vicious woman... I like it,” you said, earning another strong spanking.

“Shut up!” She yelled at you, grabbing your hair and pulling it hard. “Haven't they taught you not to judge people without knowing them?” She repeated mockingly, just like you did in her first class. “I just want you to open your dirty mouth to count…”

You nodded and closed your eyes. The heat that was building between your legs was already almost unbearable, and it hadn't even started.

“Five! Six!” You counted, following the frantic rhythm of her whipping. Your butt hurt, surely it was completely red. She laughed with every hit, she surely was enjoying on almost as many levels as you.

“Twenty!” You counted. Marilyn chuckled.

“Okay, (Y/N), we're done with this. Now I want you to undress and lie down on the bed,” she said, moving away from her lap. You looked at her with a smile camouflaged in a grimace of pain.

“Why don't you undress yourself?” You asked, grabbing her blouse and undoing its buttons. She looked at you, blinking repeatedly, before giving you another slap.

“You may be the queen at school, (Y/N), but in my bed I'm in charge, and you're going to do what I tell you…” She told you with a natural smile.

“Very, very good,” you said, getting rid of your already half-down pants. She looked at you with desire, while she searched for something in her drawer. It looked like a rope.

“Lie down,” she told you, once you were naked. “Mommy hasn't finished with you yet...”

You nodded, obeying.

Marilyn got up and undressed little by little. You tried to touch her body several times, but you always received a slap.

“You are so desperate, (Y/N), so anxious for mommy to fuck you…” She said to you, climbing on top of you and grabbing your wrists.

“What are you doing?” You asked when the rope was tied to your hands and the redhead took them to the headboard. “Hey, untie me.”

“No, my love... I'm not going to untie you...” She told you, giving you a tender kiss on your lips. “You're not so brave anymore, are you? Now you are at my mercy, (Y/N)… But don't worry, mommy will be good to you, as long as you obey.”

“I think I can get used to being tied up…” You whispered, fixing your gaze on her breasts, salivating from having them in your mouth.

“I'm glad you think so…” She said, caressing your cheek. “Look at you, you're so wet,” she said while with her other hand, she caressed your between the legs, slipping between your folds.

“Yes…” You said, gasping at her touch. “Please, mommy… I liked that spanking a lot, I want, I want you to fuck me.”

She laughed outrageously, as two of her fingers played at your entrance.

“My bad girl… Look what you've ended up with. In a silly girl, begging me to fuck her... How cute... It's a shame...”

“A shame?” You asked, panting and shifting, struggling against your restraints.

“Honey, you don't want to get away with it, do you?” She asked, removing her hand. You protested.

“What? Oh, come on…” You said, moving your hips, fighting for the contact you had before.

“Shhh, shhh,” the redhead whispered, moving a little above you. “Use your mouth for something else than to complain, (Y/N)… Now you have to please mommy… Then we'll talk…”

You nodded unable to speak, because she sat on top of you. You couldn't breathe, you didn't feel the air entering your lungs, you could only feel her.

Your arms moved as she moaned and rubbed against your mouth.

“Can't you breathe, my love? Oh, poor thing,” Marilyn said petulantly, letting you catch some air. “That's enough, (Y/N), stick out your tongue and make mommy happy…”

You obeyed, taking in all the air you could. You ran your tongue up and down, when and licking everything you found in your path. You were short of breath, but you were full of passion, of involuntary movements of your hips.

“My bad girl... I hope, ahh, I hope that's how you learn to... Oh... To behave well...” Marilyn moaned, moving faster against your face.

You moaned too. You were desperate, unable to move your arms, barely breathing, but the heat you felt between your legs managed to hide those inconveniences. Little by little, the redhead's movements intensified, becoming abrupt and disorderly, until finally, with a heartbreaking and very indiscreet moan, her entire body tensed, and you could feel how her humidity began to run your face.

“That was good, honey… Your filthy mouth is so good with mommy…”

You caught your breath.

“Yeah, I've done it, mommy... Now, please, I need you,” you said shaking your body. That didn't seem to matter to her, as she got up from the bed, reaching for something in a drawer of her dresser.

“Oh, fuck,” you said as you watched her putting a rather sizable strap on to her waist. Spreading a slippery liquid on her dildo, she approached you, with a tender smile, but also disturbing. “Hey, hey, that's really, really big, isn't it?”

She shook her head, saying nothing as she climbed back onto the bed. Your eyes lit up when her hands went to your restraints. When you felt released from the headboard, you sighed and smiled.

“Why are you smiling, bad girl?” She asked you, pouting.

“Because you've come to your senses, and you're going to untie me…” You said. Her face told you that this was not her intention at all.

“You're so sweet… Of course not, honey. You have to be tied down like the bad girl you are. I just want you to suffer your punishment from behind... Until you're a good girl I won't give you the pleasure of watching me fucking you.”

Saying that, she grabbed your waist roughly, turning you on the bed and tying you back to the headboard despite your resistance.

“Shhh…. Don't worry… Mommy will take care of you, honey,” she told you, lifting your abdomen, exposing you completely. “Mmm, how I like your body… I would be looking at you all day… So exposed, so defenseless.”

“Oh, fuck, Marilyn, do it once and for all,” you said, when you felt the tip of that huge object against your slippery folds.

“Careful what you wish for, honey…” She said, thrusting herself inside of you. You opened your eyes, noticing how your walls narrowed with difficulty, accommodating to size.

“Ah, damn, don't be so abrupt… It's… It's big… It hurts me…” You said hissing. Deep down, that little pain you felt only made you more aroused.

“What’s wrong, dear? Can't your little pussy handle mommy's dick? Oh what a lying girl... You're very brave on the outside, (Y/N), but you can't even stand me...”

“Shut up, I'm not used to something so... So...” You said, running out of voice when the pleasure began to run through your body. “Okay, okay, don't stop, keep going…”

She laughed, picking up her pace, gripping your hair tight as she moved with ease. The moans became more and more frequent.

You were completely at her mercy. Marilyn enjoyed, moving her hips gracefully against yours, guiding your body with her hands, digging her nails into your thighs.

You couldn't take it anymore. After a few thrusts and a few reminders about who you belonged to, you snapped, twitching and eyes squeezed shut.

“Damn… Marilyn, you're incredible,” you said, while the redhead untied you. She leaned over you and kissed you tenderly. Her expression was no longer that of the crazy domineering woman who took you mercilessly, it was the one she always had, the one you fell in love with.

“You know, (Y/N)? I don't want you to ever change…”She told you, bringing your head closer to her chest, letting you rest on it.

“Change what?”

“The way you are... I don't care how rebellious you are, I only care that you have a good heart... And I know you have it...”

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Cold Dead Heart Ch. 13 (NSFW)

Marilyn Thornhill x OC (Rowan Ali)

Authors Note: Long ago anon sent me a little blurb about Rowan and Marilyn having sex. Thank you very much for the inspo anon!

“Try again.” You urged, helping Marilyn back to her feet and positioning yourself in a fighting stance a few steps away. After clearing a space in the living room, you had been helping Marilyn prepare for her first hunt. She had to follow the one rule of hunting with you: killing had to be quick and clean. And while she was fast, she couldn’t hold you in place well enough to keep you from flinging to the floor.

The look on her face showed how defeated she felt. She had no interest in being tossed to the ground once more. You pull yourself out of the fighting stance, realizing you may have to show her the best way to kill a victim once more. Approaching her, you walked her through the moves once more, performing each action as you spoke, “Taking them from behind is easiest. If they are bigger than you, get them on their knees. Holding someone’s hair is a good way to manipulate their head. You are small and unsuspecting. Use it to your advantage.”

You stop, waiting for her response. You had one arm wrapped around her torso with the other hand woven into her hair, pulling her face back to look at you. Both of you were breathing heavily even though neither of you had performed any laborious activities. Marilyn swallowed before she spoke, “I think I have it now.”

You release her from your grasp and move to stand across from her once more. While your back was turned, Marilyn placed a kick to the back of your knee, sending you falling to your knees. She grabbed your hair and forced your face back to look at her. You were taken completely off guard and extremely proud of her, “Good work, little nightshade.”

You were under her control when she pushed her lips against yours. You rest a hand on her calf, allowing yourself to enjoy the kiss for a few moments longer. When she pulls away, her face lingers above yours for a moment, “Please, Rowan... I’ve been so good. Can’t we just...”

While Marilyn was respectful when you said you should wait to have sex, she had been attempting to initiate it every day since then. You remembered when you first turned, your thirst was insatiable for carnal pleasures beyond bloodlust.

“Please, my lady... I don’t know what is wrong with me. The blood doesn’t satiate my hunger.” Your voice was soft and timid as it always was around Margaret. She had been sitting across from you reading when you finally spoke up, voicing your concerns with your new vampirism. You always tried to keep your concerns to yourself, trying to be happy with the lavish life she had been providing you with. Margaret provided you with fine dresses and you never went hungry under her watch- a vast change from the life you lived before your great change.

“Perhaps your hunger can’t be satisfied by consuming food.” Margaret peered over the top of her book as she spoke and returned to the novel when she finished speaking.

Sometimes Margaret seemed to speak in a manner you found hard to understand, “I don’t know what you mean...”

“Rowan... Have you ever experienced carnal pleasure before? Someone between your thighs pleasuring you?” Her words made you blush profusely. Your mother always told you that portion of your body was for monthly bleeding and providing a man with a child. Neither of these things had ever occurred in your 36 years of living. You had been barren with no suitors, that’s how you ended up on the streets in the first place.

“Oh, no, my lady...” You shook your head profusely, trying to ignore the aching in the deepest depths of your being. Each time Margaret left a lingering hand on your arm or pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, you felt the electric shocks pulsing between your legs.

Your breath catches when she sets down her book. Margaret’s eyes focused upon you now. She stood from her place near the fire and approached the loveseat where you waited nervously.

“Rowan... I told you. You can just call me Margaret.” She lifted her dress, planting her knees on either side of you. Her hands came to rest on your shoulders, fingers dancing across the fabric of your dress, creeping closer and closer to the strings that laced your dress shut, “I could show you if you’d like...”

“You- You want to..?” You were shocked that Margaret would offer something so personal to you. She had never been this close to you before. There was a pounding in your ears as her face crept closer to your neck.

“I would love to show you. Would you like that?” Her breath lingered against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You nod profusely, desperate and curious to feel her hands roaming your body, “Just sit back and relax, little one.”

From that night on, you were much less restrained in your search for satisfying all of your thirst, no matter the form it presented itself. The sensations she provided you with were unreal. Never in your life had you experienced such ecstasy. Each caress and kiss had you writing on the sofa beneath her.

From that moment forward, you explored your sexuality with your fellow women of the house and the occasional man when the desire struck you.

Marilyn and you weren’t in the same position, however. Lady Margaret never loved you like you loved Marilyn.

Now you were left staring up into her eyes. Those brown eyes that left you utterly helpless. What could you possibly say or do to make her stay forever? A couple weeks wasn’t enough time to bring you the reassurance you needed to answer this question yourself. As you sat in silence, thinking about what she was asking for, Marilyn moved into your lap, her lips and tongue assaulting your neck.

You wonder if you only give in for a few moments, maybe Marilyn can get it out of her system. Perhaps if you let yourself enjoy it for a few moments, you can get it out of your system. You lay back on the living room floor, allowing Marilyn to place her weight on top of you, her mouth never leaving your neck.

The way she sucks on your pulse point pulls a moan from you. Glancing at the clock on the wall, you mark the current time, planning on making her stop in ten minutes. You will give her ten minutes. Ten minutes to enjoy her hands unbuttoning your shirt, ten minutes to enjoy her tongue swirling around your nipples, ten minutes-

You forgot about the clock when she moved her lips up to your ear and whispered three simple words, “Fuck me, daddy.”

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Marilyn was clinging to you. Her breathing was rapid, unable to control herself any longer. Hours had passed you both by as you could see the light streaming in the bathroom window, bringing a small amount of light to the darkened room. Marilyn’s arms were wrapped around your neck and legs around your waist, desperate to keep you close as you pounded in and out of her. Her moans had faded to cries of pleasure, her head thrown back, exposing her neck. You nipped and sucked at her flesh causing the sweetest of guttural groans to escape her.

After Marilyn had ravished you on the living room floor, you had carried her to the bedroom and had been fucking her senseless since.

Her manicured nails dug into your back. Hopefully the marks she left would keep for a few days so you could continue to enjoy them. Marilyn brought her lips to your ear, “So close, daddy...”

“Take all of daddy, babygirl.” You grunted in response, pounding her deeper and harder. Part of you wished the strap was bigger, wanting to cause her a bit more pain to accompany the pleasure. You knew she would appreciate that.

The room was filled with the sounds of her cries and the sound of the fake cock moving in and out of her. She hadn’t taken this type of pounding when she was still human. Both of you being vampires would certainly add to the extent in which you could enjoy physical pleasure with one another.

When Marilyn finally came, she pulled your lips to hers, muffling her moan with your mouth. Knowing she was going to be sore and sensitive, you gave her three final and powerful thrusts, wanting to hear her cry out once more. Her legs wrapped around you tight in effort to keep you from going any further.

You pull out of her and unfasten the strap, allowing it to fall to the floor, then you gather her in your arms and hold her against you as you crawl into bed. When you release her to pull the covers up around yourselves, but she grabs onto you tight, “Don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere, lovely.” You brush your fingers across her forehead, sweeping the hair away from her eyes. Marilyn whimpers when you pull away, gathering up the blankets and pulling them over both your bodies. As you lay back against the pillows, Marilyn weaves her arms around your neck and pulls you down against her.

Your face was buried in her neck, one of your legs between hers. You could feel the slickness of her heat against your leg, almost making you wish you could have kept fucking her. You fall asleep, half on top of her with the scent of her herbal scented shampoo filling your lungs.

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Loved the lesso x dovey x reader fic it was amazing.

Could you possibly do a larissa x marilyn x reader one, (full of smut 😳)

Private party 18+

*Authors note~ I haven’t written for Marilyn but I had to fic but I wanted to give this a try.

Trigger warnings~ mommy Marilyn (switch) and daddy (dom) Larissa shifted dick cum kink breading kink oral praise degrading watching;)

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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You and Larissa had been very open from the start of your relationship over your wants and needs in all departments. Very early on it was established that Larissa was extremely dominant and would only submit if she wanted to, which was rare but neither of you minded that. You both were very kinky people but your jobs meant you had to be discreet with it. So you’d come up with signals to use in public that meant different things but nothing to anyone other than you two.

You’d had a particularly stressful week, and Larissa had a plan to help with stress relief, something you’d both spoken about and not had courage to try, she had the perfect person for the job. Luckily for you both she was more than willing to participate in what was set to be a deliciously sinful night.

That was how you found yourself in your shared chambers only to be met with your girlfriend and Marilyn conversing in Larissa’s office with a glass of wine. Your only instruction was to sit pretty and wait like a good girl. So here you sat on your knees, head tilted towards the bedspread as you waited, excitement swarming in your stomach alongside some nerves and of course arousal.

“Shall we” you heard your girlfriend’s voice ring out and they entered the room. “Darling” she purred causing you to rise your head, “we have a guest today and I want you to behave like a good girl okay? Treat her with the same respect daddy gets okay?” You nodded before murmuring, “daddy? What do I call her?” With a quick glance to Marilyn you were answered by the redhead, “mommy or Mari will do sweetheart” you nodded in your understanding, “yes mommy.”

“Rissa dear? She’s yours so why don’t you tell me how you want to play with the pretty girl?” Only to be shut up with a kiss, “you first Marilyn I’m content to watch for now” she murmured before moving to sit next to the headboard, legs stretched out. You shuffled up next to her so that your head rested on the pillows next to her. “Strip sweetheart” her tone slightly firm but no where near the same as Larissa’s dominant voice, slightly strange but not unwelcome.

Fully stripped you allowed both women to see you, “oh Rissa, she really is a beauty” Marilyn mumbled as her gaze fixed on your breasts. “She really is, be a good girl baby okay?” She murmured brushing a hand through your hair before kissing your forehead. Marilyn wasted no time In straddling your hips and kissing you passionately, her hands exploring your body under your girlfriends watchful gaze. You happily responded to the red head. You heard your girlfriends little gasps as she watched the scene unfold, only then did you realise that she had a hand dipped between her thighs teasing herself.

“Mommys gonna sit on your face pretty” Marilyn muttered before situating herself on your face as hand’s gripped the headboard to steady herself. You eagerly licked and lapped at her cunt moaning at her taste. “Such a good girl for us y/n, you’re making your mommy feel so good. Daddy’s so impressed baby” Larissa praised as Marilyn moaned above you. “Oh fuck me, sweetheart right there, oh god” she moaned and it was clear that she had no problem with being vocal. Larissa was silently thanking herself for choosing Marilyn. They were close friends and she knew of Marilyn’s sexuality so it made her a prime choice for partner, maybe it wouldn’t be a one time thing as long as all three were agreeable.

Your jaw was starting to ache with the effort you were putting in, your chin drenched in her slick as you moved up to wrap your lips around her aching bundle of nerves and suck hard, “oh fuck I’m cumming fuck good girl” she whined as her hips bucked down on your face violently, her knuckles turning white from the pressure. You diligently worked your tongue through her folds as you licked up all she gave you.

“So pretty” Larissa whined as she now stroked her shifted anatomy, “good girl sweetheart” Marilyn praised through pants in attempt to catch her breath. You lay there happily darting your tongue around your lips desperately trying to get more of Marilyn’s cum. “Such a cumslut” Larissa murmured before coming to kiss you absolutely senseless. While you were distracted Marilyn found the strap exactly where Larissa told her it would be should she want it.

“Love, I want you to sit on your knees and don’t touch yourself okay?” Larissa murmured and you nodded instantly wanting to be good for her. Only then did Larissa move to pin the red head to the wall as she kissed her, putting on a show for you. You were already painfully turned on by the sight and pleasing Marilyn that all you could do is whine while your thighs shook with need. “Daddy” you whimpered to the women, “mommy oh god, Please!” Only to be ignored by the occupied women. You couldn’t deny that the sight was truly out of this world sexy but you needed something, anything just more.

Eventually they took pity on your pathetic whimpers and whines for their attention and you became the main focus for them both. Larissa helped Marilyn by filling up her strap for her, while Marilyn used her mouth to wet Larissa’s dick, nothing to drastic but enough to make Larissa moan ever so slightly, “oh Mari fuck!” As the red head swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip. Next thing you new Larissa had you placed on all fours in the toward the end of the bed as Marilyn slotted in underneath you, head resting on the pillows, her fake cock wanting attention you’d gladly give.

“Now darling, daddy will give you what you want, but the moment that beautiful mouth of yours slips off mommys dick, I’ll stop so be a dear and let us use your holes like a good whore” Larissa demanded, before you could even reply, your head was pushed down onto the silicone toy and Larissa entered your leaking hole. Both women moved slowly until they found the perfect rhythm. When they found it you were a goner. You moaned and spluttered around the fake dick as it continued to hit the back of your throat with every thrust and Larissa’s cock hitting that spongy spot in your cunt with every ruthless thrust.

Your walls fluttering around her cock as you slacked your jaw to aid Marilyn. “Oh the little cock slut is gonna cum” Larissa taunted as. Marilyn moaned out, “oh fuck me too!” With a hand at the base of her cock she ordered you to stick your tongue out, only then did she cum all over it. “Darling, mommy may have cum but daddy hasn’t so be good and make mommy cum” she purred hands on your hips aiding her thrusts.

“Daddy. Daddy! Please I’m gonna please oh god” you mewled under her actions, “I know baby cum for daddy. Wanna feel you squeeze me” she panted out as you came and came hard. Marilyn hands now coming to toy with your breasts. Larissa didn’t stop though, she began to get more frenzied as your over sensitive walls fluttered around her dick. “Oh god daddy! Wanna take your cum! Please, daddy use me. Cum for me please!” You all but screamed as you came violently on her cock, Larissa seconds after spurting her cum into you eager cunt, “take it baby, take my cum. You’d look so cute bred with my seed.” She panted out not really realising what she was saying. “Oh fuck daddy more. Want more” you whined feeling another shoot of cum hitting your walls as she brought you both back down from the pleasure.

Slipping out of you carefully, Larissa and Marilyn immediately started to care for you, praising you for how good you were. You did so well and they were so proud. All three of you satisfied as you cuddled, you sandwiched between both their perfect bodies, brain hazy as you basked in the afterglow.

Word count ~ 1434

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