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thisgirlnamedblusy · 9 months

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

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

A very, very bad girl

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader

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

Word count: 5,715

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You laughed out loud and held a defiant look.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“All of them?”

“All of them.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I'm boooooored,” you crooned.

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

Someone knocked on the door, interrupting the tedious punishment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The redhead nodded and looked at you curiously.

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

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

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

She laughed softly, shaking your hand.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Keep writing, (Y/N)…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marilyn snorted and shook her head, crossing her arms.

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

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

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

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

You laughed out loud.

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine, Marilyn…” You sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Start damn it!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What's happening?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marilyn looked over your shoulder with raised eyebrows.

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

You shrugged and walked away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What have you done this time?”

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

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

The best normi is the dead normi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We all have defects…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You looked at her with a frown.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Twenty!” You counted. Marilyn chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded, obeying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You caught your breath.

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

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

She shook her head, saying nothing as she climbed back onto the bed. Your eyes lit up when her hands went to your restraints. When you felt released from the headboard, you sighed and smiled.

“Why are you smiling, bad girl?” She asked you, pouting.

“Because you've come to your senses, and you're going to untie me…” You said. Her face told you that this was not her intention at all.

“You're so sweet… Of course not, honey. You have to be tied down like the bad girl you are. I just want you to suffer your punishment from behind... Until you're a good girl I won't give you the pleasure of watching me fucking you.”

Saying that, she grabbed your waist roughly, turning you on the bed and tying you back to the headboard despite your resistance.

“Shhh…. Don't worry… Mommy will take care of you, honey,” she told you, lifting your abdomen, exposing you completely. “Mmm, how I like your body… I would be looking at you all day… So exposed, so defenseless.”

“Oh, fuck, Marilyn, do it once and for all,” you said, when you felt the tip of that huge object against your slippery folds.

“Careful what you wish for, honey…” She said, thrusting herself inside of you. You opened your eyes, noticing how your walls narrowed with difficulty, accommodating to size.

“Ah, damn, don't be so abrupt… It's… It's big… It hurts me…” You said hissing. Deep down, that little pain you felt only made you more aroused.

“What’s wrong, dear? Can't your little pussy handle mommy's dick? Oh what a lying girl... You're very brave on the outside, (Y/N), but you can't even stand me...”

“Shut up, I'm not used to something so... So...” You said, running out of voice when the pleasure began to run through your body. “Okay, okay, don't stop, keep going…”

She laughed, picking up her pace, gripping your hair tight as she moved with ease. The moans became more and more frequent.

You were completely at her mercy. Marilyn enjoyed, moving her hips gracefully against yours, guiding your body with her hands, digging her nails into your thighs.

You couldn't take it anymore. After a few thrusts and a few reminders about who you belonged to, you snapped, twitching and eyes squeezed shut.

“Damn… Marilyn, you're incredible,” you said, while the redhead untied you. She leaned over you and kissed you tenderly. Her expression was no longer that of the crazy domineering woman who took you mercilessly, it was the one she always had, the one you fell in love with.

“You know, (Y/N)? I don't want you to ever change…”She told you, bringing your head closer to her chest, letting you rest on it.

“Change what?”

“The way you are... I don't care how rebellious you are, I only care that you have a good heart... And I know you have it...”

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #ms thornhill #oneshot #smut

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creative-caramel-coffee · 5 months

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Tonsil Troubles pt 2

Pairings: Reader x Weems x Thornhill (Platonic)

Word count: 1.3K

Summary: reader is looked after following her surgery in part one.

TW: mentions of surgery, hospitals, medicine

A/n sorry for the time this took I messed up my finger, so it was difficult to write but I figured it out … kinda. Basically, I’m just typing minus one finger cuz it’s bandaged lol.

It was safe to say you had been sleeping for a while. Nurses had come and gone while you slept. Checking vitals and monitoring you closely before they decided to let you go.

You were dozing lightly when a nurse came and asked for Weems by name to discuss some details about your release. Weems stood and followed the nurse outside into the hall while Thornhill sat with you holding your hand in hers.

“Well, we are happy to say that Miss L/n is looking well enough to be taken home. We will provide you some information of how to look after her. The first 24 hours after anaesthesia requires monitoring and attentive care.”

“Thank you very much. I’ll be sure to keep an eye on her.”

“You’re very welcome. You’ll just need to sign the discharge papers as her parents and then you and your wife can take your daughter home.” The nurse smiled.

“Um… she’s not my-“ but the nurse was gone, leaving Weems with a slight pink tint to her cheeks.

After the papers were signed the nurse came back into your room in the recovery ward with a wheelchair. Marilyn raised an eyebrow.

“Will she need that?” The botanist said eyeing the wheelchair oddly and with a confused look.

“Well, she probably won’t be too stable on her feet for a while, so she’ll be needing some extra help for a bit. It’s a common side effects of the surgery drugs.” The nurse explained and Thornhill nodded and thanked her.

Weems watched the interaction with a small smile. The nurse turned to them and looked mildly sheepish.

“Would one of you be willing to help get her into the wheelchair?”

“Sure.” Weems said and came to your bedside. She pulled back the warm sheets and gently slipped her soft arms under you to lift you into the chair.

After she made sure you were settled comfortably and were still asleep, she motioned for Thornhill to push you. The nurse smiled a coy smile that made Weems blush again slightly.

Once they made it out the front door the nurse turned to Weems.

“So, I’ve written down some instructions for you and be sure to return the wheelchair once shes in your car.”

Weems thanked the nurse and made her way behind thornhill to the car. Once Weems carefully lifted you into the backseat and by some small miracle you stayed asleep. Weems shut the door and went round to the other side of the backseat to get herself and you situated for the ride while Thornhill returned the wheelchair to the front desk.

They made it almost halfway back to nevermore before you began to wake up slowly. Weems watched you carefully as you came around.

She brought a hand to your cheek as your brow furrowed as she gently stroked her thumb over the small ridge of your cheekbone with a featherlight touch of her manicured fingers.

You blinked a few times and gave her a groggy and tired look which edged on mild confusion. Lifting your head slightly Weems gently kept a hand on your chest as an indication to stay down where you laid in her lap.

“Where?” You began and weems smiled delicately.

“We’re on our way back to nevermore darling. Ms Thornhill and I will look after you don’t worry sweet girl. We’ve got you.” She said and you blinked ad gave a tired nod before shutting your eyes again and resting your head back on the headmistress. Both teachers knew you weren’t quite asleep but somewhere in between, not quite awake but not sleeping either.

You stayed that way until the car pulled into the school. Weems unbuckled and Thornhill got out to help Weems with you. Between the two of them they wrestled you out of the car and into Weems waiting arms where you rested your head against her collarbone still feeling exhausted.

You watched through half lidded eyes and blurred vision as they navigated the halls to Weems apartment before going inside. She carefully set you down in the cot that she had the nurse bring into her bedroom so she could keep an eye on you over night.

She kept a hand under your head as she laid you down. The cot was basically a small bed with a mattress that they used in the infirmary.

However, the nurse had to deal with a family emergency and wouldn’t be back until later in the week. In the meantime, they had brought in a trainee who could patch up the students but wasn’t quite qualified for the care you would be needing in the next 24 hours.

The next time you woke was a little later, Ms Thornhill was sat on Weems bed doing some marking meaning Weems was probably in her office dealing with work matters.

You sat up still feeling exhausted and rubbed your eyes with a fist. Feeling tired and disoriented you unintentionally let out a small whine drawing the attention of the teacher on the bed. She stood and came over to kneel by the bed.

“Hello honey, how are we feeling?” She asked as she brushed the hair from your face. Thornhill checked her watch and frowned. “Time for more meds sweet girl.” She said and grabbed a packet from the bedside. She popped out some tablets and grabbed a glass of water.

Studying your shaking hands, she lifted the glass directly to your lips before placing the meds into your mouth and following it with the glass again.

A little bit of water dribbled down your chin and Thornhill smiled softly and wiped it away with her thumb before booping your nose with her wet finger. You blinked for a second before giving a lopsided grin. Thornhill chuckled at your reaction and dried her finger on her pants.

Thornhill took a moment to obverse you, noting the slight fidgeting.

“Do you need that bathroom darling?” She asked and you froze before nodding meekly. “Alright.” She said and helped you up.

She practically carried you to the bathroom before stepping outside to allow you privacy. Once you were done and had washed your hands, she helped you back to bed. Fluffing the pillows to help you sit up properly with support.

Thornhill sent a text on her phone and a moment later Weems arrived with some ice chips in a plastic bowl.

“Hello darling.” She drawled as she crossed the room. She handed you the ice chips and you blinked before putting some in your mouth and grinning as they crunched between your teeth. Weems and Thornhill exchanged smiles.

“Once you’ve had some of those it’s time for an early night, alright honey?” Weems asked and you nodded sleepily. “Alright.” Weems said. “Ms Thornhill will sit with you for a bit while i get some work done. Then the two of us will have some dinner and we’ll be sleeping in my bed just here. Wake us up if you need anything ok darling?” She asked and you nodded and crunched more ice chips.

“Good.” She said and patted your cheek. You lent into the touch and sighed softly. Weems smiled and helped you get comfortable. She took the bowl from you and turned out the main light leaving only the lamp. Both teachers bid you goodnight and you returned the sentiment and rolled over.

As you slept the two teachers kept a careful eye on you, monitoring closely to make sure you were ok. And you were.

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d4rkhold · 1 year

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dionaea muscipula

Marilyn Thornhill x Fem!Reader

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

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”I just- I’m sorry-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Be good for me, won’t you, darling?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How’s that, darling?”

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

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

You whine, “I'm sorry- please….”

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

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

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

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

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

“Use your words.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wlw #wednesday netflix #wednesday 2022 #christina ricci #laurel gates #ms thornhill #marilyn thornhill smut #wednesday

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lorelaiblair · 6 months

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My thoughts as I rewatch Wednesday Part 2

part 1

-can you imagine the way she feels? this horrible thing has happened, she watched someone be gruesomely murdered, and nobody believes her! all of the adults who are supposed to be on her side, people who are trying to be her friends, and nobody believes her!!! (enid does, enid always does, and i love that but it’s kind of outside of my point this time) can you imagine how frustrated she is? how distraught?

-enid’s entire demeanor changing the second she hears wednesday

-enid is everything

-her understanding wednesday and going out of her way to make wednesday more comfortable

-eugene is everything

-what does thornhill think about rowan “being alive”, she had to know that weems was impersonating him because she and tyler are the ones who killed him!

-kent covering his mouth like “ohhh shit” when wednesday and bianca are battling in plants class

-“go apologize” enid says and wednesday does just that

-enid is everything.

-does thornhill actually not know the nightshades still exist?

-enid so excited wednesday is joining poe cup “yeah but you’re mostly doing it because we’re friends?”

-“costume?”

-her makeup is so cute, the nose???

-her costume having pink stitches and wednesday’s having black

-“OMG you look purr-fect! only thing, where are your whiskers?” “ask again and you’ll be down to eight lives”

-enid is psycho and it’s everything

-they all just see wednesday laying there unconscious on the ground and leave her there?? don’t even stop to see if she’s okay???

-“i just asked myself ‘wwwd, what would wednesday do’”

-wednesday hates the attention so much, she looks miserable, enid is having the time of her life

-having the time of her life yet leaving to go find wednesday, to include her in whatever way she wishes to be included

-enid and thornhill. i wonder how close they were? thornhill looks so proud of her, enid looks so happy, are those happy memories tainted by what happened?

-i feel like they slow down the mystery aspect of it all so that the viewers can catch up, wednesday wouldn’t be that slow in figuring most of this stuff out if it weren’t for the tending to the audience

Part 3

#wenclair #enid sinclair #wednesday 2022 #wednesday addams #wednesday x enid #wednesday #wednesday is soft for enid #enid x wednesday #marilyn thornhill #ms thornhill #larissa weems #eugene ottinger #kent wednesday

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missthornhills · 1 year

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Punishment

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Background information

You and Miss thornhill have been in a relationship for a while and share a house together.

TW: mommy kink, degradation, physical pain, slut shaming

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Y/N pov

You were standing on your tiptoes fumbling around in one of the kitchen cupboards trying to find the sugar you needed to finish making your hot chocolate. Marilyn was in the room and you could feel her eyes burning into the back of you. You hadn't seen much of each other recently as she was always busy at nevermore and you were always asleep by the time she got back home.

You could feel her presence getting closer as she strutted over to you, she placed her hands gently on your hips and moved you to one side as she grabbed something out the cupboard, the feeling of her hands simply just on you made you weak at the knees. Your thoughts got the better of you when you suddenly blurted out "Mmm mommy," you couldn't believe you'd just said that out loud.

She loved it when you called her this, it made her feel powerful so this was music to her ears; a smirk made it's way to her face as she froze for a second. You blushed and immediately moved back to the stove where you continued making your hot chocolate. The sexy redhead knew she had you in a chokehold and knew how much you needed her.

Marilyn made her way over to you and laced her hands around your waist making sure to press her body up against yours. She started kissing your neck, causing your eyes to roll back. After leaving a few precious marks on your neck she started sucking on your earlobe, now this made your core ache she knew this was your spot and she teased you with it all the time.

She made sure to moan and make little whimpering noises down your ear as her hands caressed your sides. You longed for her so bad, you needed her in you, telling you how much of a good girl you were.

"You, upstairs now" she whispered in a stern tone. Your panties were ruined, you loved when she did this to you. Yes I love her being the absolute sweetheart that she is but when she is dominant it's something else. As much as you loved obeying her and doing everything she tells you to do, you also love it when she punishes you. The way she controls you when she does it makes your head spin with pure lust.

So you remained where you were; carried on stirring your hot chocolate and began humming to a Taylor Swift song. Her eyes darkened at this bold move, she knew you were being like this on purpose she knew you needed a bit more "attention" tonight.

"Oh okay is someone a bit more needy tonight then" she said in a husky voice. She removed her hands off of you and moved herself round to your other ear and whispered "Listen to mommy and get up those stairs now or will I have to drag you up them myself?"

You remained still.

This angered Marilyn, which you find incredibly sexy by the way, she turned off the stove and snatched the spoon out of your hand. You gave her an infuriated look. "Don't you dare look at me like that" she said. "Someone's being such a naughty girl" and with that she scooped you up in her arms, carrying you bridal style up the stairs and into the bedroom.

She harshly dropped you down onto the bed, causing you to shriek. "Strip", this time you did as you were told and removed every inch of clothing. She moved her eyes up towards the top of the bed issuing you to go up there. You did what she asked while she opened the drawer next to your bed and pulled out handcuffs and two ropes. You knew you were in for a long night.

She handcuffed your hands behind your back and tied your legs to the headboard meaning there was no way you could move at all. Your eyes were fixated on her, she began to undress herself leaving herself in just lingerie. Your eyes widened at the thought of her devouring you and your mouth watered at the way she was checking herself out in the mirror.

"Mommy" you whined, you couldn't help but ache for her, you felt yourself getting wetter at just the sight of her alone. "Shut it slut before I tape that pretty little mouth of yours." That sent shivers down your spine.

"Someone wanted to be a bad girl tonight now didn't they?" She said in a mocking tone. She sat on the bed close enough to touch you, "please" you begged, she shut you up by sticking a finger in your mouth. Her face lit up with desire as you sucked on her fingers, after about half a minute she pulled her finger out of your mouth and to which your disappointment started circling her own clit.

She was going to make herself cum and not let you touch her as punishment.

Her eyes remained on yours as her hips grinded on the bedsheets. Moans escaped her mouth as she threw her head back in pleasure. To make your situation even more unbearable she started whispering your name.

"Oh y/n, y/n, fuck. Y-yes right there mmm" her fingers glistened with her own juices as she remained still circling her clit, you longed to be in between her legs kissing and licking her sweet spot, making her back arch with every lick. Taking it into your mouth making her squeal, oh how you wish you'd behaved.

You couldn't ignore the wetness between you legs any longer. "Mommy please, please touch me, I'm sorry." Your stupid attempt at begging made her giggle as she continued fucking herself while giving you hungry eyes. She slid two fingers inside of herself causing an erotic moan to escape her mouth, she was getting wetter at the sight of you tied up, innocently looking at her. She curled her fingers up inside and began thrusting faster, making sure you could hear how wet she was. Her legs began to shake and her hips grinded at an erratic pace on her fingers. You knew she was close and this was absolute torture seeing the woman you so longed for and loved fuck herself right in front of you with you not being allowed to help her at all. Her fingers pumped faster and faster in and out of her and with one swipe of her thumb over her clit she came undone all of the bed. She slowly rode out her orgasm and refocused her breathing.

She titled her head back up and locked eyes with you as she gave you a little sad pathetic look. "Oh darling the things you make me do" she said while inching closer to you. She looked down at your soaked core, "you're wet over me already and I haven't even touched you, pathetic" she spat.

Suddenly she ran a finger through your folds, earning a moan from you. "You want mommy to fuck you like the slut you are?" she questioned. "Yes" was all you could manage. *slap* "what's my name?" she said in an angry tone. You know you must always refer to her as mommy in the bedroom and she is very strict on that. "Yes mommy", correcting yourself.

She was staring directly into your eyes. "Mommy is going to fuck you like crazy tonight, you're going to be begging me to stop." She leant in and passionately kissed you, her tongue fighting for entry of your mouth in which she growled "open" as you did so she stuck her tongue in you mouth tasting every inch, you were moaning into her mouth feeling the butterflies flutter in your stomach.

She pulled away and began sucking on your neck causing your head to drop back against the headboard. She left a trail of sloppy kisses all down your body and she found herself caressing your thighs with the warmth of her hands. She blew air on your clit causing your hips to buck, edging towards her even more. "Patience, darling." The use of the pet name caused a pool of wetness just where Marilyn's head lay inches from. She knew she'd teased you enough and finally gave up and dived in.

Her tongue drew circles around your clit causing a long moan to escape your mouth. "You're so fucking pretty" the beautiful redhead spoke in between now sucking your drenched clit. "Mommy oh fuck, please mommy more" and with that she inserted two fingers into your soaking wet core. "Mommy is going to fuck your pretty pussy until you can't walk" that earned multiple moans from you, the way she spoke to you turned you on. You tilted your head away from her to avoid her lustful eyes, she grabbed your face with the other hand and forced you to look at her. "Baby keep looking at me, I like looking at you while you take me." God this woman had your heart, how can she be so loving yet so sexy at the same time.

Her thrusts became harder and you knew you were close. At this point you were a moaning mess and she could see this, she lowered her head in between your legs, still keeping her fingers curled up in you and she began sucking on your clit, putting it in her mouth and pulling on it. Your back began to arch at the pure pleasure this woman brought to you, she knew how to fuck you just like you've always wanted. "Mommy" you whimpered, "yes darling?", "I think I'm going to c-cum." "Don't your dare, hold it!" She loved making you wait, loved seeing you try your hardest to follow her instructions.

"Fuck, fuck, mommy I can't." She was still reluctant to let you. But as the thrusts got harder and you could hear how wet you were and her tongue rapidly stimulating your clit you felt the knot in your stomach come undone. Your whole body shook, you screamed her name as you came all over her fingers.

But she didn't stop, "I told you NOT to cum, do you like disobeying me slut" she said, still slamming her fingers into your now sensitive pussy. "Mommy I can't take it" you pleaded. "Oh please I'm sick of hearing you whine, open!" she demanded. You did as you were told and opened your mouth; in return she spat into it."swallow." That made your pussy even more wet, she'd never done that before and you absolutely loved it.

You felt yourself coming near your second orgasm as Marilyn never slowed down from the first. Your moans got loader to the point where she covered your mouth with her hand, she began smirking at you watching you suffer. "Mommy please let me come, please" you tried to say while her hand still covered your mouth. She still heard you and granted her permission at last, "cum for me darling, cum on your mommy's fingers for me." That tipped you over the edge, you pulled on all your restraints and shuddered underneath her touch. She slowly rode out your orgasm and removed her fingers from you.

"You're such a good girl for me" she said before kissing your forehead. She knew you absolutely adored praise and after sex she felt it was most important. After helping you remove all of your restraints she gave you a few more kisses before telling you to go to the bathroom and clean yourself up while she cleans the mess in here.

As you return she's changed the sheets and lying in bed with her arms open, ready for her to cuddle you as you fall asleep.

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[A/N]- Thank you so much to those of you who have read this. This is my first time writing smut so if you have any tips please feel free to share them 💓

Also I'm open for suggestions and these are all going to be one shots!

#ms thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #marilynthornhillsmut #missthornhillsmut #laurel gates #wednesday netflix

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astralights24 · 1 year

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

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

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

Possible Content Warning for: Body issues/insecurity?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She breaks the kiss to look at you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Marilyn, can I-" You whine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her only response to that is a breathy laugh.

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camilaxmartin · 1 year

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not so secret

request: What about miss thornhill x reader where reader is another teacher at Nevermore but they're trying to keep their relationship a secret from the students and principal weems? Thank you!

navigation // request // me and find the rest!

summary: y/n and marilyn are both teachers at nevermore and are in a secret relationship. well, maybe not so secret after all.

warnings: none

note: i love this one mostly because my motivation comes back slowly

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it was all happening so fast. her hands on my waist, her lips on mine. marilyn hold me close to her while our lips were working together in sync. i was leaning against her desk while she was standing in between my legs, trying to be as close to me as possible. we were currently in her class, where all the plants surrendered us. not letting anyone from the outside see what was happening inside.

i pulled away a bit only for her lips to chase me straight away. i chuckled while my lips were on hers once again. she smiled herself hearing my reaction and our kiss automatically broke. she opened her eyes and they met mine.

“so eager.” i commented and licked my lips while she playfully rolled her eyes at me. my hands, wrapped around her neck were now slowly moving down wanting to touch her waist.

“what can i say,” she started and immediately got my attention. “you drive me insane, rose.” she smirked at the end and i uncontrollably shook my head. she raised an eyebrow at me still smiling.

“such an ordinary flower.” i said and she let out a laugh from the back of her throat. it automatically made me smile.

“but such a beautiful one.” she said and her lips attacked my neck in no seconds. i pulled my head back to give her more space at what she smiled. my hands lost their plan to hold her waist and immediately flew to her hair, holding her close to my skin. “just like you.” she added and her lips were now numbing my earlobe. i let out a sigh at the feeling and her smile grew even more.

“the things you do to me.” i whispered spreading apart my legs even more. marilyn immediately got my hint and stepped even closer to me, i could feel the material of her clothes on my thighs. at this point i was literally sitting on her desk. her hands left my waist and slowly went up to touch my breasts through the material of my blouse. i bit down my lower lip at the feeling not wanting for her to stop. my breathing got heavier when her hands squeezed my skin. not a second later i felt her start to slowly unbutton my shirt and i gripped her hair even tighter. not that i wanted to stop now, but just the thought of someone catching us was giving me mixed feelings. marilyn seemed to notice my insurance and immediately stop her movements. she pulled away from me looking straight into my eyes. i smiled shyly at her and she just chuckled quietly. then her lips were on mine again while her hands were still placed against my breasts. our lips were in sync again when we heard a squeaky sound.

“i told you! we’re so early.” enid exclaimed slowly opening the door.

“better to be early than late.” another person said whose voice we couldn’t recognise at first.

mines and marilyn’s eyes immediately opened and we teared apart from each other in no time. she was now standing next to her chair while i was leaning against her desk, but not longer sitting on it. our attention flew straight to the people coming in. the blonde finally fully opened the door and her eyes suddenly noticed us.

“hi ms. thornhill, ms. y/l/n.” she smiled to us and moved to her desk. wednesday followed her with a typical for her stern expression. she looked at us while narrowing her eyes a bit but almost immediately her attention shifted to the she-wolf sitting in her spot.

“hi girls.” i greeted them moving away from the desk and turning around so i could face the students. “why are you here so early? if i’m not wrong you both have like another fifteen minutes of break.” i asked trying not to sound suspicious. wednesday looked me up and down but her friend responded to me quickly.

“wednesday wanted to come in so early.” enid exclaimed making face with her lips pursed into a straight line. “she wanted to see the plants or something.” she explained and wednesday looked her way.

“to observe them.” she said and enid shrugged at her words.

“potato, potato.” she whispered but the brunette heard her anyway. wednesday came up to her friend and punched her shoulder slightly while almost immediately walking away from her to actually look at the plants around us. enid shook her head and started to write something down in one of her notebooks.

“i’ll see you later.” i said with a smile to my love still standing in her place. her eyes found my face and she also smiled lovingly at me. she nodded her head slowly.

“don’t be late today.” she said a bit more quietly and i bit my lip. with a smile still present on my face i nodded my head at her and exited the class.

“what plans do you have for today, ms thornhill?” the blonde asked suddenly and marilyn was a bit taken aback by her voice.

“excuse me?” she asked finally looking at the girl and trying hard to focus this time.

“what plans do you have?” she asked again titling her head a bit. marilyn licked her lips still not fully understanding what she meant. enid rolled her eyes with a smile. “you just told ms y/l/n not to be late, so i suppose you have some plans?” she asked more specifically and thornhill felt her cheeks burn a bit. of course she heard it, she’s a werewolf for god’s sake.

“ah, yes.” she said coming closer to the girl sitting in her spot. finally she reached her desk and leaned against it with her legs. “she just got a lot of papers to correct and i one day offered to help her.” she lied trying to sound as natural as she could. “i asked her not to be late because, the later we start the longer we will be doing it.” she added and enid smiled but this smile was a bit different. almost like she was trying to hold back a smirk. marilyn narrowed her eyes a bit.

“well, have fun then.” she said and her eyes looked down at her notebook again. “and good luck.” she added with something in her voice that marilyn couldn’t fully interpret.

“will be needed.” she said and laughed quietly as she pushed herself away from the desk and walked back to her chair looking for something to take her mind away from the situation the two girls just interrupted.

i was running late for my class, not that it was something new but i just couldn’t get there right on time. it wasn’t my fault that the cafeteria was on the other side of school to my class. swallowing the last part of cake i was eating not half minute earlier i fastened my peace which was almost running at this point. i went down and passed the big staircase at the middle of the hall and finally the last part of my journey was straight passage. wiping my hands on my pants i licked my lips trying to look as decently as i could. i shook my head at myself being late again, but as i finally reached the door to my class i took a deep breath and stepped in.

“i’m so sorry for being late, again. i just ugh, can’t make myself be on time when i have a lunch break.” i said looking at the kids in my class. all of them started whispering with smiles on their faces. at least they weren’t mad. i came up to my desk and sat on the edge of it, facing the class.

“are you guys ready for todays lesson?” i asked needing their attention to be fully directed at me. the class went silent and i smiled even more. i nodded my head in the gesture of greatness and turned around to take a look at the papers i prepared earlier. i took them in my hands and finally started my lesson.

“okay, so i think that’s it for today.” i said putting down the papers on my desk while students were writing down the last notes. i looked at the clock and noticed we had almost five minutes left so i leaned even more on my desk and look at all the faces before me. some of them were already packing up while others were still tacking notes. i smiled uncontrollably and a certain blonde noticed it.

“you seem happy today, ms. y/l/n.” enid said looking at me from the second row. i looked her way and smiled even more.

“indeed i am, miss sinclair.” i responded and earned myself a natural smile from the girl.

“i’m curious whose the reason for that.” bianca exclaimed from fourth row and her friends started giggling. i titled my head a bit narrowing my eyes looking at the group. enid bit her lip pretending to be so caught up with packing her stuff.

“i’m sorry, bianca?” i asked and the girl looked at me with a smudge smile on her face.

“you just seem more distracted lately. i don’t want to come out as rude but often people act like that because of someone special in their life.” she said suggesting i got myself a date so bluntly. i tried to stay as calm as possible, but second before i responded i realised there wasn’t actually anything wrong with the thing she said. well, maybe only the fact that it was kind of disrespectful.

“very brave observation of you.” i said with more cold voice. the girl noticeably straightened in her spot, getting a bit nervous. “but you’re right in fact.” i added and smile came back to my face. she let out a breath she definitely didn’t know she was holding and also smiled at me. i shook my head slightly at her with my eyes filled with kindness. “but that’s i’m certain, none of your concern.” i added and she smiled apologetically as i nodded my head at her.

i got up from my desk and walked to my chair finally feeling relaxed, while bianca turned to her friends. i shook my head looking through all the papers spread all over my desk. finally we heard the bell ring and all of the students started to exit the class. i breathed out deeply, relaxing as it was my last lesson for the day. i left all the papers even more spread out on my desk than they were before and grabbed my phone, wanting to check if my mom haven’t texted me today. while being caught up in the mobile the sound of knocking pulled me out of the little trans i was unconsciously in. i let out a louder “come in!” and put my phone down on the desk, waiting for some person to come in.

“i’m so glad i caught you.” larissa exclaimed as she entered the class. i smiled at the sight of her and she closed the door behind.

“what brings you here?” i asked with a sweet tone. larissa let out a deep sight being obviously tired from walking. she took one of the chairs and put it next to my chair so she could sit down. i watched her while waiting for her to response.

“i wanted to talk to you about some trips we can organise. i know you’ve seen a lot of places around here so i thought you’d help me with all of this.” she explained and i smiled at her words. i titled my head being curious what exact places she had in mind by now.

“of course, it would be pleasure for me.” i said and she smiled softly. she then opened the bag she has been carrying with her and handed me all the papers. i looked through them and noticed a few places i’ve been in before coming to nevermore.

“i was thinking about going somewhere for maybe two or even three days so it doesn’t have to necessarily be as close as jericho. i mean it won’t be a problem if it is that close but i guess we can go over the line a bit with this trip.” she exclaimed and i was nodding my head almost all the time at her words.

“i think this one would caught their attention.” i said as i handled her the paper with a picture of a huge park of plants and animals. she smiled seeing my choice.

“i had a feeling you’d choose this one.” she said and i shrugged my shoulders at her with a smile. she laughed softly and started to read the little information she prepared earlier.

“i think students will be more interested in learning about how everything works in nature than about some old caramels farm.” i said still looking through other offers. larissa laughed once again but it sounded more like a snore this time. i looked at her from the corner of my eye.

“i’m sure you’re right.” she said flipping the paper in her hands on the other side, reading even more about the trip to that destination. “have you been there?” she asked and i nodded my head.

“once or twice. and i can guarantee you it is even more interesting than it looks. and it already looks pretty amazing for me.” i said and larissa slowly nodded her head at my words. “besides, we can always put in the museum not so far from there so that students who are more into history than plants can have something specially for them too.” i suggested and larissa looked at me for a second while nodding her head again.

“i think that’s a great idea, actually.” she said and finally finished reading the article. she handled me it once again taking the rest of the papers from my hands and putting it back to her bag. “we will take only three teachers i think, so marilyn will be coming with us. there’s plants there after all and that’s her thing.” she said and i uncontrollably smiled at the mention of my secret girlfriend.

“i’m looking forward to it.” i said giving her back the paper not reading the article. larissa took it from me and also put it into her bag but folded it before so she wouldn’t loose it. she smiled at me and stretched her arms. i leaned back in my chair also relaxing myself.

“thank you in that case.” she said and started to get up from her chair, grabbing her bag. “i’m sure student will be excited about the plans we’ve—“ larissa couldn’t finish her sentence cause the sound of opening the door interrupted her.

“oh. my. god.” said someone coming into my class. “can you believe it? this little blondie probably knows about us!” marilyn exclaimed coming in and shooting the door behind her. she immediately turned to the cabinets placed at the other side of class to my desk. my eyes widened at her words and suddenly looked at larissa who was now standing next to me and looking at marilyn with one eyebrow raised. shit. i panicked inside but wasn’t able to do anything at this point. “she was so slick today asking me so many questions about you. not that answering them bothered me but just ugh, couldn’t she concentrate on the lesson? she always does so today was a total disaster.” she said looking through the cabinets definitely searching for something in particular. “she heard me asking you not to be late today and all the questions followed after that. like a waterfall. my god i’m so fed up right now.” she continued and i just gave up. i leaned back in my chair again getting ready for larissa to just throw us both out at this point. “sometimes i really wish we could just not hide our relationship, you know? like what’s the big deal actually? there isn’t a rule that forbids us from dating right?” she rumbled more while her hands were still searching through the cabinets. “like why can’t i just tell the students that we are in fact dating? if some of them would even care about it. it’s not like i’m dating a student.” she hissed under her breath and larissa’s eyebrow went even higher. oh my. “like i genuinely don’t understand. does something hold us back? does something not allow us to be dating?” she asked the air around us when her hands finally grabbed something she was looking for. she took out the can and started to read the leaflet around it. “actually i don’t remember why we agreed to keep our relationship a secret in the first place. i mean yeah, the risk of being caught in the middle of doing something is exciting as hell, but besides that?” she wondered more and i started to curse her in my head. larissa had now two brows raised up and i rubbed my face with one of my hands. “why are you so quiet anyway? and also i don’t think it’d be such a big problem to tell teachers or at least larissa about us. like what she could do? as i said before i don’t thinks there’s a rule for us to not date.” she said eyes still glued to the text on the can. she opened her mouth again to say something more but larissa’s voice interrupted her.

“there isn’t a rule against it.” she said and marilyn froze in place. the can almost falling from her hands. she looked to my direction and finally noticed another person in my class. her expression was saying almost everything she was thinking right now.

“larissa.” she half whispered, but we both heard her.

“marilyn.” principal exclaimed putting her hands on my desk for support.

“it’s not how it looks like.” the redhead said and i couldn’t hold in the chuckle that left my mouth. she literally tried so hard.

“oh?” larissa said, smile crawling to her face. marilyn bit her lips regretting everything she said from when she crossed the threshold of my class.

“i won’t say anything more, i would probably make this situation even worse than it already is.” she exclaimed and i couldn’t believe she actually gave up that easily.

“maybe that’s better.” larissa said and pushed herself away from my desk, crossing arms on her chest. marilyn looked at the ground feeling embarrassed as ever.

silence occurred the room.

“you have nothing to worry about.” larissa said suddenly and both me and marilyn looked at her in some kind of shock. she chuckled at our reaction. “as you said previously, there’s nothing i can possibly do to you. there’s not a single rule forbidding one teacher from dating another.” she said and the smile uncontrollably crawled to marilyn’s face. “as you said,” she repeated herself. “as long as it’s not a student i don’t see a problem here.” she said with a soft tone. both me and marilyn finally looked at each other and smiled even more.

“that’s not a way i imagined telling you about us.” i said and larissa looked at me again. “but at least we have it over with.” i added and she laughed shaking her head a bit.

“i’m even less surprised now, why you smiled so much more at the mention of marilyn.” she said and i immediately looked at the redhead who was now looking at me with curiosity. “as long as you two feel comfortable with showing off your relationship it’s okay.” larissa said walking up to the door finally. “next time just tell me sooner so i won’t have to inquire this way.” she said with a laugh following. we both chuckled at her words.

“there won’t be a next time.” said marilyn when larissa was walking out and she shook her head with a smile on her face. principal closed the door. behind her leaving the two of us finally alone.

“well that was-“ she started but i finished her sentence.

“a real disaster.” i said and she laughed at my words, placing the can in one of the cabinets again.

i got up from my chair and walked up to her wrapping my hands around her neck almost immediately. her hands found my waist and she was looking at me with eyes filled with love. i smiled at her even more licking my lips. marilyn shook her head at me knowing damn well what was going on in my mind at the moment. she pulled me closer to her and connected our lips. the kiss was slower than usual. her hands tightened their grip on my skin and i uncontrollably opened my lips slightly. she slipped her tongue into my mouth still doing it slower than i would have expected. my hands found her hair and immediately wrapped themselves around it. she smiled into the kiss always having a thing for me playing with her hair. she pulled her tongue away from my mouth and licked my lower lip. i tried to catch it with my teeth but she was slicker. marilyn pulled away from me a bit, connecting her forehead with mine. she looked at me while i opened my eyes and was met with hers. she smiled feisty at me but still trying to act innocent.

“i’m glad she knows.” i said and she blinked a couple of times trying to understand what i have just said. i smiled seeing this.

“i agree.” she said gently nodding her head. her hands still holding me close to her haven’t loosened their grip.

“now, i can show my love for you whenever i want.” i added and she smiled warmly at my words. her lips found mine again and i unconsciously smiled into the kiss.

“prepare,” she said in between kisses. “to be flooded by my love.” she added and pulled away only for her lips to kiss my cheek. i smiled at her and one of my hands gripped her chin stroking her skin softly.

“we both don’t have any lessons anymore today, so what would you say to going to your place at the spot?” i offered and she chuckled at my words, but her eyes were enough of an answer for me. her hands let go of my waist.

“i don’t want anything else.” she answered laugh feeling her voice. i let go off her chin and she found my hand with one of hers. she linked our fingers and started to walk to the door. i followed her with one of the biggest smile i’ve ever worn.

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first of all, hiii :]] I really adore your writing and how you take Marilyn requests because my girl rarely has anything written bout her !!! I also just finished watching Wednesday and got really attached to Ms. Thornhill but wanted to forget what happened in episode 8 for my own sake.

Is it possible if you could write g¡p Marilynxfem!reader where reader is in Ms. Thronhill’s room and they kinda just had too much to drink so reader starts to wander her hands around Marilyn, but she thinks that it’s a bad idea, but gives in to reader when she starts to palms her crotch? could you also maybe add in Marilyn using keywords like ‘hun, sweetheart, darling’ and stuff like that when doing the deed with reader? Also having praising and degradation mixed in? Mostly degradation :]

Thank you and have a good day !!

Temptations

Pairings: Marilyn Thornhill x reader

Word count: 1231

Warnings: Marilyn has a dick, blowjobs, degrading, praising, slightly public sex, crying kink (kinda),

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“So, what do you think of the party so far?” Marilyn inquired, attempting to put an end to the tense quiet between the two of you.

You looked over at her, her head hanging low in embarrassment. “It’s great, I think it’s amazing they’re doing this stuff for the kids.” She nodded along, agreeing with your statement. She moved a tad bit closer to you, trying not to make it obvious.

“So, would you like a drink?” You thought she meant punch until she showed you a flask she must've been hiding all this time. She pointed further back in the room with her head, placing her hand on your lower back to bring you with her. Neither of you could have the students seeing you, you could get fired. Even if most students were doing it themselves, you couldn’t risk it.

You both stood there, occasionally letting each other have sips before handing it back. Marilyn tried not to stare at your lips, but it was so difficult. The thought of kissing you was unbearable, she wanted to feel your lips against her own.

“Would you want to head back to my room? You know, to discuss work.” She nervously asked. You knew there would be no talking there, she wouldn’t invite you to her bedroom just to talk about work.

“Well, why don't we just discuss work here? Why go to your bedroom for that?” You teased further, holding back your smile at her blushing face.

“Well, it is deafening in here, mine as well go somewhere quieter.” She waited for your response, only to feel a hand tugging her towards the exit. She smirked lightly at the thought of what was to come. You were halfway to her room before you pushed her up against the wall, licking your lips while staring at her. You leaned in, giving her time to back away if she didn’t want it. She met you halfway, connecting her lips with your plump ones. Her fingers went under your chin, holding it delicately as her tongue entered your mouth.

The two of you stood there, making out in the hallway like horny high school students. Her hands went to your hips, her knee going between your thighs. You grinded ever so lightly against her, moaning when the clothing hit your bundle of nerves. Suddenly, it all stopped. You stared at the woman with confusion, only to see her looking around worriedly.

“What’s wrong?” She sighed, looked down, and removed herself from you.

“I don’t think this is a good idea, anyone could catch us. And, you’re my coworker, it’s probably best we don’t make things awkward.”

“Mars, if you really don’t want this, I won’t force you. But, I don’t think that’s actually what you want.” You palmed her crotch, using the pads of your fingertips to rub over her bulge lightly. She hummed, her eyes shutting softly.

“I knew you wanted it. C'mon, no one’s around, let’s have some fun.” Your knees buckled as you dropped, your face lined up directly with her confined length.

“Y/N, we can’t! What if a student walks by? Or Weems?” You only chuckled, continuing to remove her pants as only her boxers were left.

“They’re all at the dance. And if someone does, I’ll just stand up and you can put your clothes back on like nothing ever happened.” You reasoned, smiling when she nodded. Her hands were behind her back, picking the skin near her nails. You removed her undergarments, leaving small pecks all over her throbbing cock.

“Wait.” You stopped, ready to repeat your words from earlier before she spoke once more. “I’ve never gotten a uhm, a blowjob.” You smiled warmly, grabbing one of her hands and kissing the back of it.

“If you’re not ready, we don’t have to.” She shook her head, keeping you down when you tried to stand.

“No, I’m fine. I just wanted to warn you, but you can continue.” You complied, staring up at her as you took the tip in your mouth. You wanted to make her first magical, the best she ever had. You moaned around her, sending vibrations through her shivering body. Her head lurched back and she sighed with contentment, letting out a few whimpers every few seconds. A popping sound could be heard as you released her from your mouth, admiring the way she chased after you. Your hand wrapped around her, stroking up and down to create a rhythm.

“Mm, you taste so good, Mars. Can’t believe I’m the first, I’m so damn lucky.” Your lips went back onto her, sucking the bulbous head as you continued stroking her cock dripping pre-cum. She gained a bit of confidence, gripping your hair to push you down further. She looked down at you, making sure this was okay and she didn’t overstep. Your moan was all the approval she needed, she used your mouth like a fleshlight, forcing you to take as much of her as you could. Your droopy eyes spilling tears made her smile.

“Fuck darling, am I too much for you? Too big for this tight little mouth.” You gagged, feeling her hit the back of your throat.

“That’s it, sweetheart, gag on my dick. Cry for me, you little bitch.” Her soft tone didn’t match the harsh words leaving her, but you found it unbelievably hot.

“My god, your mouth feels so good! Am I the first to fuck this mouth? Hm? Tell me, hun, am I the first?” She let you breathe for a moment, before slapping your face as a warning.

“Y-yes! You’re the first!” It was a lie. You’ve had many encounters like this before, but the way she begged to hear you say it, you couldn’t deny it.

Before you could lower yourself back down, Marilyn stopped you. Her hand replaced yours, her coil snapping as her release painted your face. You opened your mouth, letting some of it hit your tongue before you swallowed. Her hard breaths returned back to normal, she looked at your now covered face and smiled. She stroked your cheek, gathering her juices on her finger. She made you suck on her digits full of her cum, shutting your eyes and basking in the taste.

She picked you up, wrapping your legs around her hips as you were slammed against the wall. Before she could line herself up with your awaiting entrance, a loud ringing came out of nowhere. You both panicked, looking to where the party was as you heard the kids' screams. The two of you put your clothes back on hastily and ran to the room, finding everyone covered in a red substance. You shared a look, acting as normal as possible when your boss walked up to you.

“Where have you two been?” She angrily whispered, seeing your slightly ruined makeup.

“Uh, talking?” Marilyn nodded, her face turning red. She was thankful it was dark, so you couldn’t see how red she was.

“Well, let’s go clean this mess up.” Weems shook her head and walked off, leaving the two of you alone. Marilyn looked at you with a smile, patting your back.

“That was close, we could’ve gotten caught.” You grinned, looking up at her with a smirk.

“Yeah, but it was worth it.” She smiled, kissing your forehead before helping you clean up.

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Mutual pleasure (repost)

warning: 18+ smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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