#marilyn thornhill x reader

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Number 34 marilyn x larissa x reader. Reader is a student (of age and only if you're comfortable with it) who keeps getting distracted in Marilyn's lessons and anytime they are brought into larissa's office

When the Heat is Mutual ~Alpha!Larissa Weems x Omega!Marilyn Thornhill xFem Beta!Younger!Student!Reader (A/B/O{Omegaverse} Au)

Summary— Reader is an of age student who can’t seem to focus in Marilyn’s botany classes. Reader also happens to be a beta and in heat. Larissa and Marilyn suggest an alternative to help. Anon Response— Hey heyyy anon!! Thank you for the request! I love this idea. The Reader is assumed to be 18 or older. And I added an a/b/o AU for some extra fun Ehehe. Enjoy! ♥️♥️

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#34. “Is that what’s been bothering you? Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!, mainly fluff, implied smut, talk of smut, talk of sexual desires, age gaps (all legal), a/b/o Au/omegaverse Au, Dom/sub implied relationships, implied breeding kink, implied begging kink, implied domination, implied future smut, etc.

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It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help being born a beta. You couldn’t help the animalistic genes passed down to you. You couldn’t help when you were in heat.

For a couple days of the month, the days in which you were ovulating, you were highly sensitive in all manners of the word. You hadn’t slept well. You couldn’t eat much. All you could hold in your stomache was water. You dealt with mood swings and tidal wave cravings. You had cramps and heat flashes. Intense cravings and desires overwhelmed your system at all times. Wants to curl up and nest through it all. Needs that you didn’t dare utter aloud causing you to drown in your own desperation.

It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help being born a beta. You couldn’t help the animalistic genes passed down to you. You couldn’t help when you were in heat. But it’s not like you could spend a whole week of each month in your dorm suffering. So you did your best to ignore your time of the month.

“Miss L/N, for the last time, are you with us…??” Ms. Thornhill seethed, frustrated at how you apparently couldn’t keep any interest or attention in her class all week.

Your eyes shot up, wide, and toward the botanist. You gulped and went red.

“I’m sorry…” you murmured, looking away in embarrassment.

Marilyn looked you up and down and sensed that something was off. It seemed to have been off all week… She decided to go with her gut.

“Miss L/N, please see me and Principal Weems after your classes today.” Ms. Thornhill instructed you with a blank face and tone.

You gulped and nodded, letting out a whimper of a yes ma’am… You probably would have spent the rest of you day anxiously spiraling about the foreboding meeting with Thornhill and Weems, but today, you were in too deep with other matters to even think about it at surface level.

You knew that as the days progressed, your symptoms would only get worse. The second to last day of your heat would be the most intense, the last day would be filled with depression and distraught, ie your body realizing that it hadn’t gotten what it wanted.

Today you guessed was most likely your second to last day, as you’d been in heat for almost a week and the symptoms had peaked today of all days. Physically, you were constantly wet, shaking at all times, trembling as you walked and sat, wobbling with weak legs, breathing shallow and faltering, overheating at all hours of the day, stumbling with imbalance, and stuttering every other word that came out.

But the physical aspects didn’t compare to the mental. Mentally, you were in full heat mode…

Dominated… you needed her to push you and order you around… be rough but soft at the same time. You needed to kneel and look up to your alpha, powerless to her, surrendering all control…

Begging… You needed her dirty words whispered into your ear, as you whimpered and begged for it… you needed to let out all the dirty thoughts in your head, begging your alpha to make it come true… you needed her to get off at how pathetic and desperate you sounded…

Breeding… you needed her seed, her cum deep inside you… needed her to fuck until your stomache was swelling with her offspring… needed it, needed it, needed it…

As you knocked and entered Principal Weems’ office door, you tried to pull yourself back to reality from your deep, carnal desires. You closed the door behind you with a shuttering breath, as the two women swiveled their heads towards you. Larissa was sitting behind her desk, Marilyn on the left guest seat.

“Miss L/N, thank you for joining us. Please have a seat, Darling.” Ms. Weems spoke.

The petname put you on edge, enough where if you could just hump that arm chair…—

You shook your head and sat down as instructed. Marilyn’s quizzical gaze was on you, along with Larissa’s confident one. They both observed you for a moment, before Ms. Weems began,

“Ms. Thornhill tells me that you have been having trouble focusing in class…” the blonde spoke.

You went red and looked in your lap as your fingers fidgeted with one another.

“Mhmm ‘m sorry Principal Weemss…” you whispered, squirming in your chair.

“Larissa is fine in here, Darling.”

Larissa raise her brow at you, when you winced while you nodded. Her instincts told you something was off… You looked uncomfortable, in pain.

“Miss L/N, are you feeling alright…?” Ms. Weems asked.

Marilyn looked from Larissa to you, then leaning forward and placing a hand on your leg. You gasped and met Marilyn’s sympathetic gaze with wide eyes.

“You can talk to us, Y/N…” Marilyn gently said.

Suddenly, your suffering was stifled, things started to make sense again. You could think clearly. Her touch was your cure. But it wasn’t the entire cure… the pang of desire in you was still aflame.

“I… I’m… in heat…” you stammered in a whisper.

Marilyn’s eyes widened, her hand pulling back from your leg. You whimpered at the loss of touch, immediately slapping your hand over your mouth as soon as the pathetic sound came out. Your face was reddened in embarrassment as both women watched you carefully, processing the meaning of your words. Suddenly, Larissa let out a brief, dry laugh, then standing up, rounding her desk, and sitting on the edge of her desk in between you and Marilyn.

“Is that what’s been bothering you…?” Larissa softly cooed, leaning forward towards you.

You bit your lip, looking down to the floor, and nodding with a beet red face.

“Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.” The blonde hummed.

Your head shot up at Larissa’s words.

“Fix?” You promptly asked.

Your gaze met Larissa’s, but her eyes were different, darker and glimmering with a certain shine. You looked over to Marilyn, who seemed to be on the same page as Larissa. The redhead leaned forward in her chair, her hand now coming up to your thigh. You shivered and nearly moaned at the touch.

“Let us help you, sweetheart… We understand.” Marilyn cooed.

“Help me…? You understand?” You stammered.

“Yes Darling. Hear us out and then you can decide, does that sound alright?” The blonde comforted you.

You nodded slowly, entranced by the way Marilyn’s hand slowly drew circles on your outer thigh. Larissa smiled at your response, then standing up and offering you her hand. You took it and your body exploded at the skin to skin contact. The blonde principal guided you to the long, lavish couch by the fire, placing you in the middle. Your mind was even more dizzy and you could barely comprehend what was happening anymore.

When Larissa let go of your hand, part of reality came crashing into you, along with waves of sadness and distraught. But those feelings were soon semi-sated as Larissa sat on your right, and Marilyn on your left, closest to the fire. Marilyns hand found its home back on your thigh and you let out a sigh of relief. Larissa’s hand cupped your chin and swiveled your face and gaze to her.

“You understand what is happening to you, don’t you?” Larissa asked, while drinking in your form.

You shrugged your shoulders and let out a shaky breath.

“Kind of…” you stammered.

“Why don’t you tell me what you know, and I will fill in the gaps for you, Darling…” the blonde cooed.

You gulped and your breath hitched as you felt Marilyn’s fingers dance around the top of your thigh.

“I know that I go through ‘heat’… it’s biology, that I can’t help it. I get all messed up and I can’t function… its hopeless, so I just bear with it and it’s goes away after a couple days usually…” you rambled.

“Good girl.” Larissa hummed, “Yes, you are mostly correct. Your heats are biological, and you go through them in cycles. If you don’t address them, they will only get worse. I assume this is why you’ve been suffering these past few days… You’ve had built up heats, unaddressed?”

You broke your locked gaze from the tall blonde, nodding slowly.

“But it’s not hopeless, sweetheart. There are ways to treat and manage the heats.” Marilyn reassured you, squeezing your thigh lightly.

You let out a shaky sigh at Marilyn’s physical comforting, thanking whatever higher power that it didn’t come out as a moan. You looked towards the redhead and nodded. Larissa sighed towards Marilyn.

“Marilyn, that is enough. She hasn’t decided hers and your overabundance of teasing is not helpful…” Larissa sternly told the redhead.

Marilyn’s eyes widened and she quickly retracted her hand from your thigh. You felt your core start screaming again, for more. More touch. More anything. But Larissa’s words intrigued you enough to pull your focus to the tall blonde.

“Decide what…?”

Larissa sighed and Marilyn took a deep breath. The tall principals gaze met yours lovingly.

“If you want us to help you…” she purred.

Your cheeks went ablaze at her words.

“I… w-what…?” You stammered, your throat going dry.

“Marilyn and I, we understand your situation more than others… Correct me if I’m wrong, but you are a beta, aren’t you?” Larissa explained slowly.

You gulped and nodded, meeting the woman’s gaze submissively.

“Mmmmm that is what we thought. Well Marilyn is an omega, and I am an alpha. We are both also in our heats…”

Your heart nearly jumped up and out of your throat as the blonde woman’s statement, and your eyes went wide. Were you hearing this correctly…?

“And… Marilyn and I, if you are amenable, would like to offer our aid—” Larissa explained gently.

“Yes.” You immediately choked out.

The tall woman’s gaze widened and brightened at your interrupted response. She then smirked and turned her attention to Marilyn who gave a her a nod.

“Alright, then how about we start with you telling us what you want, Darling…?” Larissa purred.

“How can we help you, sweetheart…?” Marilyn asked as well, as Larissa placed her hand on your back reassuringly.

You looked from the redhead’s gaze then to the blonde’s.

“I… ummmmm…” You stammered,

“That’s alright, take a deep breath for us…” Larissa cooed.

You nodded towards the woman and did as she said.

“Good girl. Now use your words, sweet girl…” the blonde praised.

“I w-want… to be… dominated” you stammered, your words turning into embarrassed whispers.

Marilyn’s hand then reached out to grasp yours and squeeze it reassuringly.

“It’s all good, sweetheart. You got this.” The redhead comforted you.

You met her loving gaze and nodded with a gulp.

“W-want you to take control… of all of it of me. Want to be used but also taken care of… want to not have to think, to not have my head ringing in m-my ears…” you confessed, while Larissa and Marilyn listened intently as you continued,

“Want to be sated mmmd satiated… whatever just want to feel full… so full…” you whimpered, starting to rock back and forth as your words were starting to make you spiral,

“Need it… need it, need to be bred… God I need to be full…” you whimpered loudly, but you were interrupted by Larissa’s hand squeezing your shoulder lightly and bringing you back to her and the other woman.

“That’s good, Darling. Very good girl.” Larissa purred, “Do you trust us…?”

You smiled lightly and nodded.

“Yes…” you lightly said.

Larissa smiled lightly, before standing up and offering her hand to you, Marilyn following.

“Then why don’t we go to a proper bedroom, hmmm Darling…?” The blonde husked.

You eagerly took Larissa’s hand as she guided you to her private bedroom attached to her office, the redhead following behind you.

~~~

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Don't Let Me Go

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Little Droplets of Relief

Her Poco Sole (little sunshine)

Let Me Help You

Caught On Camera

Overwhelmed

Grocery Store Rendezvous

Thank You for Letting Me Be Myself

Want You Back - Alternate Ending

Map Of Your Scars

Green Isn't Your Colour- Part 1 Part 2

Safe Word

The Game of Love

Mine - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Spring Is When Love Blooms

The Stolen Parking Spot

Blood As Green As Her Eyes - Part 1

Teaching You

It Starts With Zero

Fine Line

Make Up and Make Out

The Vendor, The Teacher and The Roses - Part 1 Part 2

Her Good Girl

Puppy Crazy

Don't Call Me That

Chessy

Music Of Her Heart

Making You Hers

Spring Is When Love Blooms

Her Good Girl

Please Wake Up

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[marilynthornhilllover]

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.

[s1nful-sa1nt]

have a Marilyn Thornhill meme dump courtesy of @cherryxsapphic and I's late night conversations

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“But she has a list of crimes that’s as long as-“ Who fucking cares!!!! Boobs!!!!!!

[d4rkhold]

blood set ablaze

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.  

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. 

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?”

[abbyromanoff]

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.”

[h-doodles]

You wandered into Marilyn’s Conservatory seeing her sitting with Larissa on her desk, mugs in both of their hands, and a third mug sitting beside you. Marilyn grinned, picking up the mug and handing it to you.

You smiled gratefully at her, accepting the mug. “Thank you.” You murmured, taking a sip of the coffee, (...)

- Not going anywhere (pt. 1) by @sarahpaulsonsoftie

TERRIBLY FERAL FOR SOFT & DOMESTIC LARISSA/READER/MARILYN AND GOD. I'm soooo sorry this took me a literal month and 9 days to go finish lmao ur girl has been going THROUGH it but MEOW! MEOW!!! MEOW!!!!!! so real to me that they have their own designated mugs like!!! its them fr <3

anyways mwah i love these 2 mommies so v much i sincerely wish for moreeee! and if i cant get it maybe i'll get off my ass and do it,,,,, rip but anyways.

extras under the cut:

alt uniforms: all white version // classic nevermore version

stills:

[pinkcannibal]

Hello! Would you be able to write a smut Marilyn x student reader please where the student got into a fight with another student and Marilyn gave them a detention and then punishes the reader? Could it be a soft dom Marilyn please? Thanks :)

of course! so sorry for the wait, after writing such big chaps for my fic im just starting to go through requests! hope u enjoy feedback so appreciated <33 as always w my fics, reader is 20 and a student.

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title: unpunishable

pairings: marilyn thornhill x fem!reader, established relationship, reader/enid friendship

tw/warnings: extreme dumbification/degradation, deep throating, strap on usage, praise!kink, mommy!kink, soft dom!marilyn thornhill, bottom!reader, heavy subspace, fluff, smut, aftercare, strap packing, cum filled strap on, slight blood kink, small warning for violence against reader

word count: 5239

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You can’t remember who started, or how it starts, but at the end of the day, you’re honestly just so fucking thankful that it did.  

You’ll never just, sit there and let injustice happen; it’ll always feel like bile in your stomach and a festering, hot feeling of righteousness that demands to be felt. So really, it’s not your fault that when you overhear a fur from a nearby table next to yours talking about Enid’s face scars, that prickling feeling of unease and annoyance floods your throat.  

Wednesday isn’t back from class yet, so when you look up and across the table, you realise Enid hears the comments too.

You soften, suddenly overcome with needing to make sure your friend is okay. If Wednesday was here, you know they’d already be murdered.  

“Yeah sure,” You hear from the male furs. “That Sinclair chick took down a Hyde, but she still got her shit rocked.” Laughter rings out, making you reach across the table to lay your hand gently by Enid’s arm.

Enid winces at the words, blue eyes shining with tears in the afternoon sun. 

“Hey,” You say, ducking your head slightly as Enid looks up. You send her a smile, squeezing to her arm. “Don’t listen to them, okay? They’re being...”  

Pricks. Cunts. Dickheads. You land on something softer for Enid’s sake.

“Huge fucking assholes.” 

Enid huffs on soft laughter at that, playing with a bracelet on her wrist that you remember Wednesday got her the other month for their anniversary. She’s looking to it longingly, absentmindly reaching up and touching her face scars.  

The bracelet she seeks comfort in has a small wolf charm on it, and it reminds you of the garnet ring Marilyn got you two months ago. You flush red at the memory, feel your stomach flip as your thumb plays with the band on your ring finger.  

At that moment, you look up, notice Miss Thornhill is standing by the entrance of the quad with Larissa and talking while overseeing the students; and when you catch eyes, she sends you a quick wink and soft smile that has you biting your lip on a lovesick grin. 

“Thanks,” Enid says shyly, plastering on a bright smile as she tries to drown out the voices.

It brings you out of your haze, blinking back to the blonde and smiling in support back. “I know they’re wrong, Willa tells me every day. It’s just-” 

And you’re so attentive to your friend, still blushing a little from Marilyn, and so empathetic and ready to listen to Enid that you honestly don’t feel the harsh, demanding shove on your shoulder until Enid’s frowning to someone behind your back.  

“Hey!” 

You frown aswell, turn in your seat at the touch and voice. When you look up, you realise it’s one of the furs from the table. The boy is tall, and when you raise an expectant eyebrow at him, he scoffs. He’s flanked by a werewolf girl you recognise from botany. You always thought she was nice, but now she’s scowling at you from beside him and you shrink a little at the sudden attention on you.  

The boy folds his arms, spitting out. “Wanna call me an asshole to my face?” 

You widen your eyes, wincing to yourself. Fuck, werewolf hearing. But instead of rising to the teenage scornful bait, you worry your bottom lip with your teeth and turn back around to Enid.

“Uh, nope, I’m good.” 

Then you jump a little, because the girl that was next to him is suddenly grabbing to the lapel of your blazer, tugging harshly enough that you are pulled right from the picnic table.

The touch is so abrupt you freeze in your reaction, realising fast how serious this is as you’re hauled to your feet. You tumble and right yourself at the last second by grabbing to her clenched fist that holds your tie now, shoving her roughly off.  

“What the fuck?” You exclaim, laughing in absurdity at the action. The girl comes back from the push, shoving you hard enough from her supernatural strength that you stumble back with your hands on the table. You part your lips in shock, blinking back to her at how fast this escalated. 

Enid jumps up, growling and coming to your aid as she holds to your elbow to steady you. “Okay, seriously, back off-” 

But the other fur ignores her, gritting out in some indignant rage that is hard to place, you’re not sure where the fuck it’s come from. Maybe she’s just one of those people who always feels angry at something, or someone.  

“I think my boyfriend asked you a question, normie.” She spits to you. 

“Oh my god,” You say, huffing on an incredulous laugh. “You’re insane. He started it by being such an obnoxious fucking asshole about my friend.”  The girls' eyes harden, and Enid’s jaw drops in shock at your words.

“Jesus, it’s not my fault you’re so wrapped around his tiny dick that you can’t even-” 

You have a less than a millisecond to register the punch that comes flying at your face.  

And it’s not enough time to dodge or anything before it lands, sending you to the grass as stars blink behind your eyes. You feel how your nose immediately starts gushing blood, and you catch yourself on your palms, rolling on your back from the force. Leaning up onto your elbow, you cradle the spot that is now throbbing with pain.  

“Shit,” You hiss, moaning at the excruciating, flaring ache. You quickly hold tighter to your nose, feeling blood drip down your uniform and into your mouth and to your chin.  

You squeeze your eyes shut, tears stinging behind your eyelids from the pain and when you swallow you taste so much metal you gag.

Tilting your head back to the sky, you whine. “Shit, oh god, fuck that hurts-” 

Enid gasps, by your side in a second and placing her hand by your shoulder. “What is wrong with you?” She growls up to the other furs, who are smiling and scoffing at how easily you went down.

It’s not really fair, you’re only human.  

“Seriously? Are you guys twelve?” Enid spits out. 

The blonde helps you up to the table, and you send her a warm, grateful look behind your bloody hand that Enid reciprocates. And before the girl who out of nowhere fucking punched you can get another jab in, you’re startling in your seat when you hear a shout.  

“Hey!” 

Still cradling your nose, blood down your wrist, you look up as Miss Thornhill makes it to you. You’ve never seen her so enraged, seething as she approaches your table and fixes her glasses in her hurry. 

She must have seen the whole thing from where she was, and when you catch eyes, you honestly tear up a little more at how her entire demeaner shifts in the second she drinks in your state. Into something so worried and loving you feel like crying.  

It’s back to a protective, hot anger once more the second her eyes land on the girl who punched you. 

“You two,” She seethes to the furs, and you watch in satisfaction as they stand still, caught out as Marilyn frowns and folds her arms. She’s so fiery with rage her nails dig into her forearms.  

“Go straight to Principle Weem’s office. Now.” She barks, making you flush red at her authority.  

The furs seem shocked, completely unprepared for kind, sweet Miss Thornhill's voice to sound so dangerous, so they blubber for an excuse. The girl scoffs, flexing the hand she punched you with. You watch Marilyn’s eyes catch the movement, and her eyes darken impossibly more at the action.  

“She started it, Miss Thornhill, she-” 

Marilyn steps closer, narrowing her eyes, and your heartbeat goes erratic at her protective streak flaring for you. You shiver, swallowing thickly and tasting iron.  

“Oh, I could not care less about who started it, young lady. Both of you, out of my sight.” She barks, and your breath hitches at the tone. 

You watch in a daze how they glare to you, follow Marilyn’s instructions and leave. You shift in your spot, wincing at the pain in your nose and blushing as Miss Thornhill’s entire hard, angry façade falls away the instant she turns to you.  

Her hazel eyes soften, she looks torn between whisking you away to look after you, or go follow those teenagers and murder them in broad daylight. Instead, the other woman immediately kneels infront of you, politely asking Enid to go tell the nurse they’ll be there shortly.  

Then when the blonde is gone, Marilyn is tilting your chin up and you tear up even more when she hushes you gently, breathing out.

“God, baby,” She almost whispers, not to be heard, and it’s so tender your stomach flips.  

“Are you okay? Does it hurt? I can’t believe they did that to you.” She furrows her brows, still so enraged but trying to hold onto something tender, because you’re hurt, and your wellbeing comes first before anything.  

And her love for you, her angry but soft, concerned look has you so in her orbit, so ready for her care that it shocks you. The adrenalin is wearing off, all that’s left is this slight taste of fear. You don’t feel emboldened anymore, you feel slightly embarrassed at Marilyn seeing you like this.

But you still nod your head to her question, and sparkles of pain dance behind your eyes. 

Marilyn notices, feels your slightly shaky free hand that she’s holding in your lap squeeze a little tighter, and softens even more so.  

“Shh, it’s okay. I know, I bet it hurts, honey.” She says sympathetically, and your stomach flips.

“Here, can you lower your hand for me?” Marilyn gently coerces, wrapping her other hand around your bloody wrist that holds your nose. “I need to see how bad it is, sweet girl.” 

You whimper in pain as the pressure leaves, eyes squeezing shut as Miss Thornhill’s gentle fingers prod to the ridge of your nose. You hiss and your knees snap together in response to the pain, gritting your teeth. She hushes you, apologising softly as she finishes assessing.  

“Sorry," She breathes out sincerely. “Thank God, it’s not broken.” And you deflate a little in relief at that.  

“Really?” You anxiously say, relaxing as Marilyn nods and sends you a small, reassuring smile.  

Then you’re widening your eyes as the blood doesn’t stop, you quickly hold your soaked hand to your nose again and whine; apologetically looking to Miss Thornhill as some of your blood dripped on her hand.  

“Oh my god, I-I'm sorry Marilyn. I didn’t mean to.” 

But the red head just smiles, absolutely unfazed at the blood on her as she chuckles endearingly.  

“Sweetie, you have nothing to apologise for. I’m a teacher, this is more common than you think. Here,”

Then Marilyn is shrugging off her cardigan, leaving her in her soft blouse and slacks as she tilts your chin up again and patiently waits for you to lower your hand.  

Realisation dawns on you as you stutter at the loving action, blushing to your neck. “Wait, no, I don’t want to ruin your-” 

Miss Thornhill patiently interrupts you, raising a faux stern eyebrow. “Hush, baby girl,” You quieten instantly, the term so familiar and achingly alluring you sink into that space. And your obedience isn’t lost on the other woman, she hums pleasantly as her eyes warm.  

“Your wellbeing means more to me than some cheap cardigan. Now,” She starts, still holding to your chin patiently. “Lower your hand for me, please.” 

You bite your lip, realise too late that in doing so you taste more blood. But you do what she says and gently reach up with her as Marilyn places her bunched up cardigan to your bloody nose, and you melt with how doting she’s being, even so publicly. You can smell her perfume on the fabric (its so comforting and addicting you ache) as you blink away tears and blush when you shiver at the sensation.  

And you know to anyone else she just looks like she’s doing her job, but you suddenly want to be somewhere private, somewhere you don’t have to hide the love on your face for her.  

Almost as if reading your mind, the other woman stands up, laying her palm softly by your shoulder and urging you up. She looks like she wants privacy too, some place she can kiss your injury and hold you close.

“Come with me, darling. I have remedies that will help with the bruising.” 

You follow like second nature, but can’t help pouting a little behind her cardigan at the words. “Oh, bruising?” You’ve never been punched in the face before, how bad can it be? 

Marilyn huffs on this soft laugh, one that makes your eyes go a little love struck. As you walk to her conservatory, she places her hand protectively on your lower back to guide you, and you sink into the comfort all too willingly.  

“Yes, unfortunately.” She says, humming thoughtfully. “But not to worry, nature can heal anything, sweetheart.” She sends you this adorable teasing wink, one that has you smiling behind her cardigan. 

Then, in the almost empty halls of Nevermore, Miss Thornhill leans a little closer to your ear as you walk. Her hand at your lower back snakes to your hip, squeezing once and making you flush red.  

“Besides,” She starts, making your breath hitch at her low voice. “I hate the thought of my pretty girl’s face all marked up.” 

You swallow thickly at her tone, taste blood and desire and try and not shiver at her voice.

You fail, because pretty girl from her lips feels like heaven, making you think with a sudden, pathetic need, that: yes, that’s all I am, mommy. I’m your pretty girl. Nothing else. 

The flush on your cheeks must be obvious, because Marilyn smirks and leans back, and her touch doesn’t leave your hip the whole way.  

Her grip says: I’m not done with you. You’re mine. Just wait until I show you.  

- 

Miss Thornhill doesn’t take you to the nurses office, or the conservatory like you thought, but straight to her private dorm on the wing of Ophelia Hall.  

You’ve been here before, but it never fails to make your heartbeat thud dangerously in your chest.  

Because you think of all the nights you’ve spent here with her, and they pass through your memories sending you into this spacey fog that is impossible to come back from.  

(Marilyn taking you on her bed for the first time, fucking you against her kitchen counter with her strap as you moaned into her neck, the moment you went down on her on her couch in front of the fire, and Marilyn said how good you felt as she pulled your hair and came all over your chin and down your neck.  

Or the first time you kneeled for her, took her cock in your mouth, choking softly with watery doe eyes looking back up to her. And she was so gentle with you as she fucked you mouth, dripping you in praise so sweet you felt like floating; because Marilyn groaned at seeing you on your knees and so dumbed down. Her hips stuttered, it made you whine as she fucked your throat harder, and you drooled around her and she -) 

“Darling?” 

Marilyn’s amused voice brings you out of your daze, blinking back to her as she shuts her dorm door behind you both. You watch her make it to her kitchen, crouching slightly by the cupboards to find her remedies and a soft cloth to clean you up with. You shyly smile back, blush a little, as best as you can still nursing her cardigan to your injured nose.  

“Sorry,” You say. Marilyn looks to you, softens as she stands up and walks over. You gasp a little when the other woman gently takes the fabric of her cardigan from your nose, checking if it’s still bleeding.  

The pads of her fingers tilts your chin up, and you obediently move your head to her will.  

“I think the punch gave me a headache? I’m all...”  

Marilyn hums in question when you trail off, wiping her thumb softly against the slick vibrant red at your top lip to smear it away.  

Your chest goes breathless at the action, dazed and needy as she then wipes it properly off with the washcloth she grabbed. Marilyn must have run it under the tap when you were lost in your daydream, because when she carefully wipes at your lips, its warm and comforting like her touch.  

“Spacey.” You breathe out, so suddenly dizzy it’s hard to stand. You sway a little, caught by Marilyn’s steady hand at your waist as she chuckles fondly.  

You blink, flush red, reach up to hold to her flexing biceps and almost swoon again.  

God, you think. I love your arms. Pin me down, hold me close, I love how strong you are. Show me just how much.  

“Sweetheart, I think you need to sit down.” She says affectionately, fixing her glasses.

And you’re helpless to how pliant you are like this. You nod immediately, and don’t miss how Marilyn sends you this knowing look, like she knows what headspace you’re falling into.  

Maybe it’s the way she protected you, so enraged at the mere sight of seeing you injured – you love her possessive streak, you love when her nice, perfect demeaner falls away the second you’re in danger.  

Maybe it’s the way that being here, in her dorm, makes you think of all the ways she’s taken you. Of riding her until you can’t think, of her saying in such a mocking, sweet way that: “Oh baby, does Mommy have her dumb girl on her cock right now?”  

Fuck.  

You sit onto her couch with a soft, out of it thump, looking back up to her with stars in your eyes. 

Miss Thornhill just chuckles fondly at your expression, resuming wiping gently at your nose with the warm washcloth.

You soften, blush a little, being looked after like this is making you warm all over. The other woman is so careful as she dabs at your skin, other hand tilting your chin up to her; she hushes in apology when you wince at a particular spot she cleans that feels tender.  

Then, your face is clean of blood, the tip of your nose kissed tenderly by Marilyn. You honestly tear up a little at the gesture.  

“Now,” Marilyn begins softly, fingers tightening just this slight amount on your chin. You shift at the sudden change as she forces you to look up into her gaze.

“I need you to be honest with me, baby. Can you do that?” 

Your throat bobs at her tone, how small and chastised it makes you feel. You glide your hands up and down the tops of your thighs, because suddenly the urge to reach up and tug at her belt loops needily washes over you.  

“Mhm.” You hum out affirmatively, and Marilyn’s hazel eyes flash at how obedient you’re being as you nod softly.  

The other woman then worries her bottom lip, sighing softly. “Was that girl telling me the truth? Did you start the fight, my love?” 

Your lips part, immediately shaking your head and stuttering out. “N-No! No, I swear, Mari. She threw the first punch after I-” 

You suddenly stop, blushing hot and pink across your nose as you realise that. Well. Technically you did. You retaliated by calling them assholes and sneering at them; but you never pushed back, or instigated anything more than words being hurled.  

Marilyn raises an eyebrow at how you shrink, shaking your leg up and down in nervousness as you shut your eyes briefly at being caught out.  

“After you what? Did you start the fight, honey?” She patiently questions; yet her voice has hardened slightly, into this sweet syrupy disappointed lilt.  

You whine, opening your eyes slowly back up to her and slurring out. “Um, I, no? I just...”  

Words are so fucking hard right now, you feel all fuzzy and lightheaded being scolded, even more so that you’ve already been daydreaming about needing her, of her fucking you dumb until you can’t walk. 

Then, hot heat rushes to the small of your belly, because Marilyn snorts on this sardonic chuckle and rolls her eyes, lightly slapping your cheek with the hand that was at your chin. You whimper, squirm in your seat at the light pleasurable sting of it.  

“Baby,” She coos, furrowing her brows mockingly to you and tsking; you blush to your chest at the tone.  

“It’s not a hard question.” Marilyn continues, and when her hand retakes your chin, thumb rubbing softly to your bottom lip, you sink. 

“It’s very easy actually, you just answer “Yes, mommy” or “No, mommy.” 

Your stomach flips, the condescension has you dizzy, like Marilyn’s words were the stoking metal prod to your embers and Mommy hits you right in the chest. You part your lips, throat choking on this pathetic moan as you answer her, shaking your head like a good girl.  

“No,” You say, nibbling lightly at your bottom lip in need. You know your doe eyes are glassy, sheened over with the subspace Marilyn guides you into.  

“No, mommy. I didn’t start it. I...” You whine, shut your eyes in shame as you squirm in your seat. “I just, they were being cruel to Enid, so I called them names. And- and taunted them. Then she hit me.” 

At hit me, you see Marilyn’s dominant façade crack this slight amount, because just the thought of you hurt breaks her heart. And you swoon, eagerly tilt your head when she bends down a little and kisses you softly. You chase it, mewl into her mouth when Miss Thornhill deepens it and sighs against your mouth.  

“Good girl,” She murmurs, and you chase the praise until it sinks into the small of your belly, has your eyes reopening and sheening over with want.

“Thank you for being honest with me, baby.” Marilyn says, but you don’t have a moment to preen at the words, or feel anything other than a want so deep and visceral you go lightheaded at the sensation because then she sighs out- 

“I still have to punish you though, honey.” Marilyn says, and her thumb smooths back and forth over your bottom lip, making you shiver. Your lips part slightly as you beg with your eyes, wanting Marilyn to push past your lips and make you suck it.  

“I’m not happy with how you put yourself in danger like that,” The other woman says, disapproving yet soft, her hazel eyes are still so gentle around the edges. “You could have seriously gotten hurt if I hadn’t stepped in.” 

You nod, too caught in her aura to agree to anything else. She’s right, Marilyn’s always right. And you can be her good girl and agree and sit pretty and patient, just how she loves you.  

“You’re right, m’sorry, Mari.” You slur slightly, blushing across your cheekbones at the way your brain drops.  

You squeeze your thighs lightly together, finally your desperation wins out as you reach up and hook your fingers in the belt loops of her slacks. You tug, doe eyes watering needily. “I could have gotten so hurt without you.” 

The soft groan that leaves Marilyn’s throat at how you recite her words, how you look beneath her, makes you gush; it has you throbbing at the mere sound of it. She tuts, pouting mockingly too you as you tug at her pants pathetically.  

“Oh, that’s right, my darling girl. You’re just so useless and dumb, hm? Need Mommy for everything don’t you?” 

At that, you fall.  

You’re nothing but Marilyn’s now, you’re nothing but her dumbed down girl to use and control, you’re nothing but whatever she moulds you into and the whine that leaves your lips is so desperate, so wanting, that your voice cracks on the weight of it.  

Marilyn’s eyes darken at the sound, thumb pulling down your bottom lip and playing with you softly. You’re almost drooling in her hold.  

“I think your punishment should fit the crime, baby.” She says, eyes flicking immediately to your bobbing throat. She looks enamoured by you like this, all pliant and willing in her hold.

When she speaks next, Miss Thornhill’s voice is so gravelly and husky your thighs gush sticky with your wetness.  

“You’re gonna take Mommy’s cock in your throat like a good girl. I need my pretty baby to use her mouth for something else other than insults. Does that sound fair, sweetheart?” 

Oh my fucking god.  

The tears at your eyes almost fall down your cheeks, you whimper, you bounce a little in your seat in eagerness and nod your head because you want that feeling so bad again; the first time you did it wasn’t enough, because Marilyn didn’t give you the satisfaction of letting her cum filled strap go down your throat, she stopped before letting you take her cum the way you so desperately wanted. 

Marilyn kisses your cheek to let you know she heard your silent pleas, and you’re suddenly breathless because you let Marilyn tug you up and switch positions – wordlessly pushing to your shoulders to kneel as she sits at the couch.  

She murmurs this sweet and praise filled: “Good girl.” that you blush at, sinking to your knees immediately and trying not to grind on the heel of your feet in need because- fuck, god,- you watch your girlfriend’s veiny, lilth fingers simply unbuckle her belt as her hips rise a little to tug her work slacks down.  

Your heartbeat is solid and loud in your lower belly, because this whole time Marilyn’s been packing and you had no idea. She takes her length out of her briefs, pants pooled at her mid thigh, and you whimper you fucking shiver when Marilyn’s hand strokes her cock slightly, tugging lovingly to your hair at the base of your neck so you fall fowards, letting go and gliding to your mouth.  

And with one, simple command, you soak your underwear and almost start to sob. “Open, honey.” 

You part your lips obediently, looking back up with needy doe eyes and the sight looks like it sends Marilyn crazy. You know if her cock was real she’d be rock hard, leaking pre cum all over your lips and chin just at seeing you like this. The image is enough to make you whine, push forwards eagerly and take the tip of her length in your mouth as your lips close around her.  

Miss Thornhill groans, deep and guttural, she can’t stop the involuntary buck of her hips to go deeper and your throat accommodates so easily, moaning as she sinks halfway deep into your mouth.

Your eyes water, choking slightly in need as Marilyn starts pulling out, just to sink back into your mouth and bite her lip on a whimper at seeing you let her fuck your throat.  

“Baby,” She breathlessly moans, hand coming to tug at your hair and make you mewl around her cock. She sets a slow pace, her grip holding you in place as her hips grind into you.

“Oh god, that’s it. Take me, sweetheart. Such a good girl. You look so pretty like this.” 

You blink, a desperate tear falling from your eyelid at how spacey and good you feel – you close your eyes and suck her cock earnestly, reaching up to tug her forwards by her harness that peaks through her briefs.  

Marilyn gasps, lets out this aroused and feral growl of “Oh fuck, baby,” that has goosebumps lining across your arms and inner thighs. Then she’s picking up her pace, making you choke and drool around her cock until your making this desperate, whining noise at the back of your throat where her tip hits.  

You love hearing Marilyn like this, breathless and panting at how dumbed down and hers you look right now. Then her hand that was tight in your hair glides down, cups you at your jawline; it has you whining around her as she never lets up in rolling her hips and fucking you. 

“Gonna come in your mouth, sweetheart.” She groans, eyelids fluttering shut briefly at your answering wanton mewl. When they reopen, her hazel eyes are almost black as her throat bobs in desperation. “Want Mommy’s cum all down your throat? You’ve been so good with your punishment, I think you deserve a reward.” 

Even if you weren’t taking her like this, you know you wouldn’t be able to speak at hearing that. You tug needily on her strap harness in answer, moan and nod as best as you can around her length and before you can question how, because you don’t realise the type of strap she’s wearing, Marilyn’s reaching to the base of her cock just where your lips are starting to hit.  

You see the tendon of her wrist flex, then nothing exists in your mind, you go completely head empty and dumb when you feel the warm, wet feeling of her releasing in your mouth and down your throat.  

And even though Marilyn can’t actually feel it she, fuck, she puts it on for you. She moans and gasps and praises you, doesn’t stop until you’ve taken every last drop. The feeling of her thick ropes of cum filling you have you moaning desperately, muffled as you whine and swallow as best as you can. 

You feel this familiar, gut-wrenching twist in your lower belly and you mewl pathetically, realising that you’re fucking coming yourself at feeling Marilyn gush down your throat. You blush when you clench around nothing, soaking your underwear and whimpering as your doe eyes water and you reach your peak so fast and so suddenly.  

You know you’re drooling; you know you’re so fucked dumb that there’s spit and Marilyn’s cum leaking from the corner of your lips, but you don’t care, you don’t care when it feels so fucking good. 

And the sight of you has Miss Thornhill part her lips on a feral moan, slowing down her thrusts as she finishes in your mouth. 

Her thumb catches and wipes away the line of her cum and drool leaking from your lips, making you let out this needy gasp as she pulls her cock from your mouth. You feel empty, eyes watering at not having Marilyn all around you. The other woman notices, pouting mockingly and tilting your chin up with the hand that wiped your lips.

“Oh honey, you’re okay.” She coos, and you feel like there’s sunlight under your skin.

“You did so well for me. Such a good girl, always. God,” She breathes out, in awe at you kneeling for her. “You’re such a good fuck toy for Mommy, aren’t you?”  

Your throat chokes on this pathetic whimper, it floors you it fucking brings you to a mindset you’ve never felt before. Yes, you’re her fuck toy. You’ll be whatever she needs you to be. You nod immediately, nuzzling into her palm and begging for more, begging to ride her cock until you don’t know your own name.  

And Marilyn gives it to you, over and over and over again.  

This doesn’t feel like a punishment, it feels like fucking heaven.  

[cherryxsapphic]

So, I have a request! (If you don’t like this request idea, you don’t have to write it!)

Marilyn x fem!(can be a student or a teacher)reader, where Marilyn is extremely overprotective over reader. R is used to her pritective nature, but it sometimes goes a bit too far, when Marilyn won’t let r hangout w her friends or go out in a certain outfit. Or when someone tries to hit on r, she would immediately come over and wrap her hand around r’s waist.

So basically just overprotective Marilyn, maybe some angst! You can choose how it goes!

Take your time <3

This is for the lovely @m1lflov3rrr I am dreadfully sorry that it took me literal months to even put this out, but I do hope you enjoy!!🍒

Also a special thanks to my pookie bear @h-doodles for helping me with this, I couldn't have done this without you!! 🥰

You were sitting down peacefully in the quad by yourself. Sandwich in hand as you jam out to some music blaring through your earbuds, bobbing your head slightly to the rhythm when you suddenly feel a sharp fingernail aggressively tapping your right shoulder. You jumped slightly at the sudden interruption, whipping your head towards the person in question, setting them with an annoyed look only to soften when you realized it was just Enid, Enid Sinclair, the local colorful werewolf. You take a moment to pause your music and pull out your earbuds, setting them down gently on the table alongside your forgotten sandwich. Spinning your body around the school bench, finally giving the very excited wolf your full attention, looking up at her from your seated position, you give her a sheepish smile before speaking.

“Sorry, Enid! I was so caught up in my music that I didn’t notice you there!”  

"I know, silly! You've been hard to see around these past few weeks, so I just HAD to come over."

"I got busy…" You fight to keep your blush down as you think of what, or more accurately, who exactly got you busy. "My schoolwork has been slipping, so I asked a few teachers for extra work." You say, to cover it up.

Enid nods, understanding. Being a student with academic achievements, she often saw you poring over textbooks in the library OR trailing after your teachers for extra lessons during your free time, orders from your strict parents who monitored your progress over your head. “Well,” she starts, clasping her hands together. “Me and the girls have missed you a lot, so I wondered if you were free tonight?”

Guilt seeps into your bones when you hear the hope in her tone. You have been neglecting your friends and a dark whisper inside your brain–

“I suppose I’ve pestered our teachers enough, and I just finished passing the latest exam, so… I guess I'm free." 

“Yayyy!!!” Enid does a little happy dance before lifting you for a hug. You shouldn’t be surprised by the excitable werewolf’s strength, but you gasp a bit anyway. “We’re going to a party in the woods tonight; you HAVE to come!" 

When she finally puts you down, you sigh and shake your head. “The woods? Enid, you know Weems banned us from going there, right?”

“Don’t worry; the party is located somewhere TOTALLY safe—”

“Hey, girlies!” you stifle a scream when a cold hand suddenly touches your back. “Finally caught us a live one, huh?”

“Haha, hilarious, Tanaka.” your tone dripping with sarcasm as you turn around to give the vampire a playful slap on the hand.

“Don’t start. You’re going to the party, and I’m going to your dorm later to ensure you’re dressed right.”

“I haven’t said yes yet!”

And here you are in your dorm room, contemplating your life choices before sighing, putting on something comfortable, and grabbing your comfort jacket that belongs to Marilyn. You put the coat to your nose and breathe in her wavering scent, wishing you were with her instead of going to this stupid forest party. Falling on your bed, you bend over clumsily, grabbing your shoes off the ground and putting them on as you were just finishing tying your shoes—

Yoko and the FUCKING Scooby gang burst into your room like a pile of rats searching for cheese. 

“Girliepop, you’re not wearing THAT to the party, right?” Yoko asked, looking you up and down.

While holding Mari's jacket, you looked down at your black jeans, red Converse, and a favorite baggy shirt. Then back to Yoko, who opened your closet and rifled through your clothes while Enid talked animatedly to a sulking Wednesday.

“What’s wrong with my outfit?”

Yoko pointedly looks at you and pulls out a short, skimpy dress. You blush as you remember Marilyn telling you it was a dress for her eyes only and that you would never wear it out. “You’re simply holding out on us, omg.”

"Yeah, the party's in the woods, so that's a hard NO on wearing that one!"

"Oh come on, what's the point of having that snack of a body if you aren't gonna use the right wrappers?"

"Listen, my tits spill out in one move in that one, and I'd rather die than return it to the store because of anxiety, so you can just. Pick another one… please?"

Yoko pouts but acquiesces to your pleading. Flipping through some more, she finds a similar-looking skimpy dress, but a little longer than you were confident you'd make out with your dignity half-intact.

"Here."

"Oooh!" Enid moves over, done pestering Wednesday for the moment, and oohs and ahs over the dress before starting again. "Pair it with the heeled boots, and wear tights if you're concerned about the cold."

"I mean. I'm bringing along this jacket, but why heeled boots—”

“Because we said so. Now hop to it.”

Throwing your hands up, you take the new outfit and walk to your bathroom to change. 

The party in the woods was in full swing, the rhythmic beat of music mingling with the laughter and chatter of the gathered crowd. Strings of fairy lights adorned the trees, casting a warm, enchanting glow over the makeshift dance floor. Enid, the excitable werewolf, led the charge in festivities, dragging you into the heart of the celebration.

As the night unfolded, the atmosphere grew electric, the energy contagious. You found yourself dancing with newfound friends, the pulsating music drowning out any lingering doubts. However, the borrowed outfit — a compromise between your comfort and the party's expectations — seemed to attract more attention than you anticipated.

Yoko, the lively vampire, strutted over, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Girl, you're the life of the party! Everyone's talking about that dress!"

You blushed, feeling both flattered and self-conscious. The beats throbbed louder, urging you to lose yourself in the music, and you obliged, dancing away the concerns that nagged at the edges of your mind.

But as the night wore on, a discordant note disrupted the harmony. The distant growls of the creature you encountered earlier echoed through the trees, casting a shadow over the revelry. The carefree atmosphere shifted, and hushed whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire.

Enid, always exuberant, tried to downplay the unease. "Guys, it's probably just some forest critter. Don't let it ruin the party!"

Yet, the anxiety lingered, and a subtle tension threaded its way through the crowd. The music played on, but the once carefree dancing took on a more cautious rhythm.

Suddenly, the distant growls escalated into a deafening roar, and panic rippled through the partygoers. People scattered in all directions, the fairy lights casting eerie shadows as they dashed for cover.

Enid grabbed your arm, eyes wide with fear. "We need to get back to the school—now!"

Chaos ensued as the revelry devolved into a frenzied scramble. The once lively dance floor transformed into a chaotic scene of stumbling figures, their laughter replaced by shouts of panic.

As you ran back toward the safety of Nevermore, you couldn't shake the feeling that the creature's pursuit was closing in. The enchanted woods, once a backdrop for joyous gatherings, now harbored an ominous threat.

The party had taken a turn no one expected, leaving a trail of chaos in its wake. In the midst of the pandemonium, you yearned for the familiar embrace of Marilyn's jacket, a reminder of comfort amid the unforeseen disaster that had unfolded in the enchanted night.

‘I’m going to die. I’m going to fucking die, and it’s MY fault.’ I scream inside my head while I dart left and right through the trees. Protip: do not wear heels when going into the woods. Scratch that. Trust no one except Mari. Everyone is dumb EXCEPT Mari, especially when they say the woods are safe, there is NO monster, and you’re going to have SUCH a good time.

I could’ve enjoyed a nice cuddling session with Mari if I just stayed in bed and waited for her like usual, but no. I had to let myself get guilted and dragged to this party in these stupid heels and dress, and now I’m being chased by a BEAST, and I don’t even have my phone to give Mommy my goodbyes!’ 

The monster roars somewhere closer behind me, and I feel like I will have a HEART ATTACK! But I'll be fine once I get to the school, and look, there's the Hogwarts-looking building right there. So I just keep running. Thinking I'll be okay, my dumbass trips over a branch, and suddenly, I just want to give up. I feel like those dumb girls in those low-budget horror films.

As you scramble to your feet, panic gripping you like a vice, you hear the menacing growls of the pursuing creature drawing near. Adrenaline courses through your veins as you sprint toward the safety of the school building, your heels abandoned in the unforgiving underbrush.

The imposing silhouette of Nevermore looms ahead, a beacon of hope in the darkness. The monster's roars reverberate through the trees, pushing you to run faster, your breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Just when you think the creature is on the verge of catching you, the school's entrance comes into view. You burst through the doors, heart pounding, and slam them shut behind you, momentarily cutting off the creature's menacing sounds.

Safe within the confines of the school, you lean against the door, catching your breath. The echo of your heartbeats seems to drown out the lingering fear. The school hallway stretches before you, the familiar surroundings offering a stark contrast to the perilous adventure you just survived.

As you compose yourself, you realize that the night took an unexpected turn, and your friends might not have been entirely truthful about the safety of the woods. Thoughts of Marilyn flood your mind, and a profound longing for the comfort of her presence washes over you.

You decide to retreat to the quietude of your dorm room, shedding the borrowed outfit and slipping into the familiar warmth of Marilyn's jacket. The scent provides solace, grounding you in the reality that, despite the night's chaos, you are safe within the walls of Nevermore.

Reflecting on the events, you vow to prioritize your own well-being and not succumb to peer pressure. As you drift into a contemplative state, you can't help but yearn for the simplicity of sharing a peaceful moment with Marilyn, free from the chaos that lurks beyond the safety of Nevermore's embrace. 

To be continued…

Sorry for the lack of Marilyn in this chapter but don't worry there will be more in part 2, if y'all want a part 2 you that is?? 🤭

Tags: @s1nful-sa1nt @sssappling2004 @marilynthornhill @proton-selfships @philip-15 @luucyyyy (and anyone else who wants to be tagged ♡)

[rileythornhill]

Blood moon

Pairings: Marilyn Thornhill / Laurel Gates x Fem coworker reader

Warnings: smut, mommy kink, age gap

Summary: Laurel is seeking revenge on Nevermore's outcasts, but her younger coworker vies for her attention.

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As she gazed at the moon, she knew that her final night at Nevermore Academy was approaching and that the moon would turn red in just a few hours. She couldn't help but smirk as she thought about fulfilling the plan she had worked so hard for all those years.

Suddenly, she was interrupted by a loud knock on her apartment door. She rolled her eyes and walked towards the entrance, not wanting any distractions from her plan that day.

Marilyn put on her best smile and opened the door with her usual happy attitude. However, she was pushed to the side by a girl who entered the room without waiting for permission. Although the girl's face was covered by the various snacks and DVDs she held, Marilyn immediately recognized her coworker. Despite the unwanted interruption, Marilyn found herself genuinely smiling at the girl who was struggling with her heavy baggage.

„Could you please help me?“ you said trying to keep the bowl of popcorn from sliding down using your nose.

The redhead approached cautiously, placing your items on the table. "What's this, y/n?" she asked seriously.

"We're having a movie night!" you exclaimed cheerfully, already on your way to the TV. "What do you want to watch?" You bowed down and looked at your friend through your legs, making her laugh. "We have two horror movies and, oh, look what I brought!" You held another disc in the air. "It's another horror movie!" Marilyn smiled at your effort but tried to think of a way to get out of this situation since it didn't fit her plan that well.

"You really enjoy horror movies, huh?" she asked, amused. "Where did you get that impression?" you asked in feigned surprise. "Since you're not choosing, I will," you said, shrugging as you inserted the first DVD into the player.

"Hey, umm, do you mind if we don't hang out today?" You looked at Marilyn with concern. "Is everything okay? Are you busy?"

Marilyn sighed heavily. "No, it’s not that. You know...I have a stomach ache and I'm really tired. I'd rather just go to sleep now." She paused, looking at you for a reaction, but you didn't seem to understand. "Can we have a movie night tomorrow?"

You turned off the TV and quickly made your way to her bedroom, trying to hide your concern behind an unbothered face. "Y/n? What are you doing?" she asked, looking confused as she followed you. You were already lying in her bed. "Since you're not feeling well, we'll just have a sleepover instead” you said, smiling proudly. "I'll take care of you."

Marilyn had made a decision to go along with the situation and leave only after you had fallen asleep. She let out a sigh and got into bed, facing towards you. Suddenly, you both were closer to each other than usual. The warmth of your breath made her feel a little giddy, but in a good way. She was confused about what was happening to her, but before she could say anything, you moved closer and wrapped your arms around her torso while entwining your legs. You rested your head on her shoulder, and she realized that she couldn't move without waking you up later. So, she decided to lie there for a while, enjoying the warmth of your embrace.

Taking in your scent Marilyn caught herself thinking of a way to exclude you of her plan. Maybe she should put you under the influence of some narcotics from her conservatory, sit you in her car and drive far away from here once her plan succeeded. But then other thoughts crept up her mind. That you’re just one on them. Somebody who will betray her eventually, someone who will leave her once they know the truth. Losing every track of time drowning in her own thoughts, she suddenly recognized that your behavior was in fact quite off. You’re not normally that clingy and touchy and that’s when she finally realized what you were doing.

As she turned her head towards you, she removed a stray strand of hair from your face and whispered, "Why are you trying so hard to keep me in this room tonight, y/n?" You shook your head lightly and replied, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I think you do," Marilyn sighed, "Why today?" You took a moment to consider your options before deciding to tell the truth. "Because it's the blood moon," you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "I know what you're planning, Laurel," you said, looking directly into your coworker's eyes. Laurel's eyes widened at your words and she immediately sat up, moving away from you in a panic.

You tried stopping her by putting a hand on her exposed knee. „Calm down, I didn’t tell anyone. Even though deep down I know I should have.“ „Then why didn’t you?“ Laurels voice was nothing more than a husky whisper the shock still sitting deep in her body. You thought about the question for a few seconds. It’s a good question, yeah, why didn’t you tell anyone about the dangerous psycho who is planning to destroy the whole school and all of its students and teachers as well. There was no logical explanation to why you kept this to yourself over months and you started to feel really guilty about it.

"I didn't want to lose you," you whispered back, defeated. "I like how things are going right now. There are so many things I still want to do, things I still want to say." At this point, your own words made you tear up. You could have sworn that you saw a single tear rolling down Laurel's chin as well.

"What kind of things?" Her voice faltered as she asked the question. You paused to think before deciding to be completely honest. At this point, there was nothing to lose. "Laurel, I'm in love with you," you said, your voice catching in a quiet sob. "I've been in love with you since the day I arrived, and nothing I've learned about you or your past has changed the way I feel."

You waited anxiously for her response, but she remained silent and expressionless. You pleaded with her to say something, anything, as tears welled up in your eyes. You had just opened up your heart to her, and it felt like she was intentionally ignoring you. You moved closer to her, grasping her shoulders, considering shaking her to snap her out of her trance.

Finally, her gaze met yours once again, and she gently placed her hands on your face, cupping your cheeks. "Are you really in love with me?" she asked sincerely, and you simply nodded in response. "Even after everything you know about me?" She began to caress your face with her soft fingers, and you leaned into her touch, nodding weakly once again.

"I never would have guessed you had those kind of feelings for me, my love," she said softly, touching your nose with her own before inhaling deeply. "I want you to leave this place, y/n," she whispered, and you noticed her lips shaking. "Take my car and drive as fast as you can. Don't look back, ever," she stressed the last word.

You were hoping to hear something different and tears threatened to spill from your eyes. You wished she would tell you that she was in love with you too, hold you close and kiss you. You wanted her to forget about her plan and spend the night with you. Actually, you wanted her to spend every night with you.

"I don't want to leave you," you said between sobs. "You're not safe with me, Baby," that's when she teared up too. "I'll come and get you after everything's done. We'll start over again, just you and me. Somewhere no one knows our names. We can be whoever we want to be. We can be together, forever." After a short pause, when she noticed her words made you cry even harder, she added, "Isn't that what you want, Darling?"

You nodded but then quickly shook your head, which mader her tilt her head in confusion. „I want to start over with you. The wonderful, kind and smart woman I fell in love with. Not the genocidal crazy woman who committed a bunch of warcrimes on the innocent out of personal anger issues.“ you took a deep breath regaining posture looking her straight in the eyes. „Do you love me?“ you didn’t blink, no sobs, no tears escaped you body.

„I do.“ she answered cautiously. „3 years ago, when you first started working here, I saw you in the cafeteria at midnight. It was the day before the raven und everything had already been set. But you sat there with a bunch of bowls all containing jelly beans. You couldn’t leave it like that you just had to s“ „I sorted them by color!“ you laughed interrupting her. „That’s when I realized.“ you looked at your crush waiting for her to say what you wanted to hear so badly.

„Can I kiss you?“ She whispered so quiet you were afraid it was only in your imagination. „Please“ was everything you had to say for her to close the gap between your lips put the softest kiss on your upper lip. After a few seconds she tried to pull away but you wouldn’t let her. Your kiss grew more desperate and her hands grasped your waists like it was her life support while yours were wrapped around her neck tightly. Out of breath you broke the kiss.

„I love you“ she panted and tried to connect your lips again, but you lowered your forehead just enough to stop her from kissing you, forcing her to look you in the eyes. „You love me?“ you asked suddenly serious again. „Yes, I love you. Only you, Sweetheart.“ „Love me more than you hate them.“ your voice was soft but determined.

„What?“ she asked letting go of you sitting back a bit. „I said I want you to love me more than you hate them.“ you repeated yourself more clearly. She averted her gaze and stared into the void again. „Let go of the resentment, Laurel. Those people aren’t your enemies. Their death won’t bring you satisfaction.“ you cleared your throat. „But I will. Gosh I could make you feel so good, Laurel.“ changing your tone to a more seductive one which is obviously irritating her, making you smirk.

Slowly you crawl on to her lap straddling her hooking a finger unter the hem of her shirt lifting it up a bit, placing your hands on her bare waist.

„I can make you moan my name all night, do you want that?“ you said noticing her breathing to get quicker. You started to kiss her neck making her tilt her head giving you more access. Meanwhile your hands trail down her body under her skirt caressing her clothed core. „You’re so wet Baby.“ you said in between kisses. „What do you want me to do?“ you said retracting your hand from her middle making her whine. „Just fuck me already.“ she moaned and you immediately complied slipping a hand into unter her panties sliding up and down her folds slowly. „Please, y/n.“ she hissed at you. „Make momma feel good.“

[cissyenthusiast010155]

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 🖤🪴

Previous Day <—found here!

Kinktober 2023 <— Here!!

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

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.

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Next Day <—Sensory Deprivation Kink!!

Marilyn Thornhill Masterlist

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

[vancsssa]

too sweet - marilyn thornhill

tiktok keeps muting it so you're getting it❤️

[shslbunnylover]

★★★12 𝘿𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩★★★

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Day 1: Hockey game (Melissa Schemmenti)

Day 2: Tree decorating (Wanda Maximoff)

Day 3: Staff holiday party (Larissa Weems)

Day 4: Gift wrapping (Morticia Addams)

Day 5: Cookie baking (Alcina Dimitrescu)

Day 6: Snowball fight (Chessy)

Day 7: Mistletoe and gift wrapping (Melissa Schemmenti)

Day 8: Seasonal flu (Wanda Maximoff)

Day 9: Dancing in the snow (Larissa Weems)

Day 10: Proposal (Morticia Addams)

Day 11: Snowed in (Alcina Dimitrescu)

Day 12: Christmas (Chessy)

[s1nful-sa1nt]

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