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marilynthornhillobsessed · 9 months ago

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hey!!!!

i have a request only if your comfortable

reader is 20+ obvs and has a quite a popular social life and marilyn gets jealous and it’s angst and smut (bottom reader)

Aaah, thank you so much for the request. I hope you like it! 🥰

You Are All Mine

Summary: On your way to a party you get side tracked by your favorite teacher.

tw: smut || jealousy || teacher/student || age gap || overstimulation || semi public sex || mommy kink

Marilyn is not Laurel Gates

Top!Marilyn Thornhill x Bottom!Student!Reader

Words: 3.1k

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It was getting late and you hurried to get dressed. The party was starting soon and before recently you had your nose still buried deep in one of the projects for Monday.

Sighing you looked yourself over, you wore a yellow hoodie with a denim jacket, loose black pants and your favorite pair of shoes. Feeling a bit self-conscious you bit your lip but there was no time left to change outfits now.

Grabbing your phone and keys you left your dorm room, rushing down the corridors, trying not to look too suspicious in doing so.

It was dark but there were still some students bustling around in the hallways, chatting and a few couples trying to 'secretly' make out without anyone noticing.

You blushed, thinking of Marilyn, you wished you could spend more time with her but you both had to be careful as to not raise any suspicion.

Mentally shaking yourself you continued, you had to pick up pace, you already were late and getting distracted like that would lead to some very specific thoughts. Thoughts you couldn't handle right now. So you pushed on.

As you left the majority of students behind, you started a light jog - of course making sure no teacher saw you - just to cover more ground. Getting outside you took in a deep breath, the night air was crisp and you could smell the petrichor and the musty, earthy smell of the pond that is set in the center of the quad.

Nearly through the grassy area, you felt a cold shiver run down your spine. Not stopping, you looked around but didn't see anyone. Strange, you thought, maybe it was just nerves? Maybe another student? Maybe a killer??? You questioned how smart the decision was to go out to a party in the woods and get drunk…

And you started overthinking, great. Balling your hands into fists you tried to force yourself to think of other stuff, like the rest of the way you still had left. The party was located at a shack, close to Nevermore grounds, so you had to leave Ophelia hall, pass the quad, walk through that shady alley that lead to one of the more discreet exits, trek through the yard and into the forest.

Easy, right? The thought didn't calm you at all but you couldn't refuse your friends… You loved them to bits and you trusted them not to put you into dangerous situations. They wouldn't… right?

Nearing the alleyway the feeling of dread and being followed got stronger. So you kept your guard up. In hindsight it would have been smarter to go with Yoko when she asked you to, but you didn't. Powering through that shady alley you made it to the exit.

With a semi quiet creak the door opened, you sighed, finally having managed to get out of the academy walls, and without anyone noticing. Good, very good.

"What are you doing?" You jump at the noise, heart racing you spun around in the direction of the noise. Not being prepared to run into anyone. "Aren't you supposed to be working on your project?" Marilyn asks confused, finding it quite suspicious that you are sneaking around the back of the academy at this hour. If you were in her shoes you would, admittedly, also be suspicious of yourself.

"Ms Thornhill," you dragged her name out. "I could ask you the same question." You respond, trying to stall while looking around quickly to make sure no one was there to see you. Feeling reassured not seeing or hearing anyone you let your guard down, attention returning to the older woman. "Marilyn." You breathed out with a soft, fond smile, she looked so cute with the big plant in her arms. Marilyn frowned but responded in kind and smiled warmly back at you, but that smile didn't last long, rather instantly, it was replaced by a stern look as she eyes you up and down in the low moon light.

Pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, she asks, "Where are you going? And why are you all dressed up like that?" Marilyn's brows furrow, "and don't you dare lie to me, young lady." She warned. You started squirming under her meticulous attention. The fact that you were a terrible liar would not help in this situation and you didn't want to lie to her in the first place. It still makes the moment uncomfortable, you know she would get mad at you when you told her but you really wanted to spend some time with your friends and not have her get jealous over it.

Deflating you said "Okay," slouching your shoulders in defeat. "I'm going to a small party. Please don't be mad." Your eyebrows pulled together in nervous anticipation.

Marilyn paused for a moment, trying to reign in her displeasure, she looked at you. "There are rules for a reason you know. Lucky for you I caught you and not Principal Weems." Pushing past you she asked, "Can you help me with this real quick, sweetheart? It's getting heavy." The redhead looked at you expectantly, her expression hard to read but you suspected she was trying very hard to control her jealousy.

Looking suspiciously at her you took a timid step closer. "You are not going to stop me?" Marilyn didn't answer, just held her arms out with the pot in her hands for you to take. Grabbing the big pot you waited for her instructions.

"Don't worry, you don't have to carry it far, I just need to get it into one of the storage closets so I can bring it to Principal Weems tomorrow morning. You know I can't leave things around here without people messing with them." She sighs, you could see her ten yard stare when she remembered a few too many incidences when her plants had been messed with.

Leading the way Marilyn showed you to a medium sized closet, it was filled with crates and the air smelt stale and dusty. Wrinkling your nose you entered the storage room waiting for Marilyn to follow suit. She did but turned around closing and locking the door behind herself before facing you again. Looking at her strangely you chose to ignore her action. "Where do I put the plant?"

"Right there will do, thank you." Marilyn pointed at a lower standing box. You did as you were told and placed the pot gently on the wooden surface. It was heavier than it looked, you were impressed Marilyn even managed to get it this far on her own. Biting your lip you couldn't help but think of your lovers strong arms. When you turned around Marilyn was situated right behind you, staring you down before grabbing a hold of your hoodie and steering you against the nearest wall. With a soft oomph you were pressed against it.

"What are you doing?" You asked, flushing brightly at the situation. Marilyn didn't respond, she just grabbed the underside of your jaw bending your head to the side and started attacking your neck. Your knees nearly gave way under her attention, she knew exactly where your sweet spot was and she mercilessly abused that knowledge.

She was definitely jealous, Marilyn did not have a good time sharing you with your friends. The redhead loved spending time with you and you did too but you had a pretty active social life you had to keep up with. And you had to pick up on your studies because exams were starting soon which gave you even less time to spend with either of them.

Unable to keep your moans concealed you started gasping, it was getting too much. Squirming you snaked your arms around Marilyn's body threading your right hand through her hair and desperately holding on to her with your left. You loved the feeling of her taut body against yours.

The first time you saw her naked you couldn't believe how in shape she was. Her baggy clothes really did a good job concealing her true form which made you feel even more special knowing exactly how she looked underneath all of them.

Taking a deep breath you could smell her shampoo, it smelt divine as the strong scent filled your lungs. Pulling away from your neck Marilyn released your jaw and cupped your left cheek taking your lips captive with hers, distracting you enough for you to not notice her left hand sneaking under your shirt.

Squeaking you inhaled sharply as you felt Marilyn's cold hand make contact with your stomach, slowly inching its way closer to your chest. You could feel her grin against your lips, she enjoyed making you squirm under her touch.

It was getting harder to stay quiet but you had to, if someone found out, the two of you would be in big trouble. But your mind was slowly but surely starting to fog up. Her caresses and touches were just really hard not to enjoy, especially when she pushed your bra over your chest and started teasing your nipple.

Pulling away from her lips you whimpered, you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second and she seemed determined to keep teasing you. "Marilyn, please…" you pleaded.

"Aww, baby, getting desperate already?" Marilyn cooed, emphasizing her question by squeezing your breast and flicking her thumb over your perked nipple, forcing a whine out of you. "Well who's fault is that, hm?" Unable to keep your head upright you nestled it against her neck grabbing the back of her blue jumpsuit and needily holding onto the fabric. Marilyn used the opportunity to wrap her right arm around your waist, gently stroking your lower back before continuing. "You should have come to visit mommy more often, I could have taken care of you but you seem to be more interested in hanging out with your friends. Do I have to show you what you have been missing out on?"

Nodding eagerly you pulled away from the comfort of her neck. Biting your lower lip you looked at her pleadingly you knew she loved seeing the needy desperation in your eyes. And just as you expected she groaned when your eyes met, hers darkened to an almost black. You squeezed your legs together, you loved seeing her like that, wild and ready to devour you.

"If mommy gives you what you need will you promise to be a good girl and visit more often?" Exhaling shakily you nodded again. "Words baby."

"I promise to be a good girl and visit you more often."

"Good" Marilyn purred, pulling away smiling mischievously, she delighted in seeing you so obedient. Using the hand that teased your nipple she shoved you back against the wall keeping you at arms length. Leaving her palm pressed against your sternum she undid your pants with the other, grinning from ear-to-ear seeing you submit to her.

You shivered at the feeling of her hand stroking along the band of your underwear. Your anticipation growing with each second and Marilyn knew, she knew how much you needed her. Moving your hips you tried stirring her into action, mewling and lightly scratching the back of her neck but she didn't move.

"You have to be a bit more convincing, honey. Show mommy how much you want her." She teased sliding her index finger between the elastic band and your skin, enticingly pulling it while staring at you with hungry eyes.

That alone nearly did you in. With half lidded eyes you released your hold on her neck, dropping your jacket before crossing your arms and pulling the hoodie over your head. With lightly disheveled hair, you continued, now only left with your tank top and bra to go. When you unclasped your bra you made sure to stare Marilyn right in the eyes, seeing how her attention shifted away from your face and lower.

Freed from the gentle restraint of your bra Marilyn lifted her hand from your sternum and tossed the offending garment aside, letting it join the rest of your clothes. "That's better isn't it?" She cooed, gently running her left hand over the newly exposed area of skin. Sighing and nodding you agreed, the air was cold but your body was heated up enough that you barely felt it.

Finally giving in Marilyn slipped her hand between your legs and oh, it felt so much better than you remembered. Maybe it was the thought of being fucked in a more public place than her bedroom, maybe it was the fact you haven't had sex with her in awhile or maybe it was her teasing that drove your body so close to the edge that barely any touch would make you come. You could only speculate as one of her fingers started teasing your entrance. "Fuuck~…" the word involuntarily escaped your lips. Clasping your hand over your mouth you looked apologetically at Marilyn who glared at you and flicked her middle finger over your clit. The muscles in your lower belly tensed, and you jerked forward at the sensation, grabbing onto Marilyn's shoulders.

"You know I don't like it when you curse." Nodding you tried to say something but she didn't let you. Pushing her finger into your wet center she started moving her digit in and out, making sure to brush your clit while doing so. It was a slow and torturing rhythm, it felt good but you wanted, no, you needed more. Following your every move Marilyn kept her eyes on you, watching as you helplessly tried to produce more friction. Rocking your hips, meeting the motions of her hand. Trying to gain some semblance of control in this situation but it still wasn't enough.

When she was jealous she had little mercy for you and really enjoyed driving you crazy until you begged. So you did just that, you begged. "Mommy, please…" You whined, seeing her lips pull into a wicked grin you knew you did the right thing as she added another finger. The added strain made your head fall forwards, you tried pulling Marilyn against you but she still kept you at arms length, making sure you weren't able to do more than hold onto her.

Moving her hand away from your sternum, Marilyn let it glide up your exposed chest, grabbing your throat before forcefully squeezing it and lifting your head to make you look at her. You shivered as your eyes met and she quickly released her strong grip on your windpipe but still held on to your throat. "Keep looking at me baby," she said in a breathy voice, clearly being affected by your noises and reactions.

"Aaahhh~!" You moaned loudly as she dug her short nails into the soft skin of your neck. Trying your best to keep your eyes open as she increased the speed and adjusted the angle of her fingers, pumping them deeper into you.

"Good girl, keep looking at mommy." Marilyn purred, biting her lip while she watched you crumble under her touch.

"Marilyn…!" You groaned, you were so close that a few more rough strokes did you in and a wave of pleasure washed away all the tension you felt building up. It felt exhilarating.

However, she didn't stop. Instantly, your muscles started clenching around her curled fingers. "Oh, did you think we were done, honey?" Adding more pressure to your g-spot, she made you come once again. This time, your vision nearly faded to black as the sensations started to overwhelm you.

"Marilyn, please, I caaahh~ …" You started begging as tears formed in the corners of your eyes, it was too much. "I can't anymore, please~." but her fingers kept working you close to the edge once more.

"Swear you will come visit me more frequently from now on." Marilyn demanded, lowering the hand she had against your neck, causing you to slump forwards into her arms, bringing your bodies closer against each other.

"I swear, please, Marilyn, I swear to visit more frequently..! I'm-, aaahh!" You came with a loud sob, trembling in Marilyn's hold. Taking pity on you, Marilyn finally slowed down.

Breathing heavily, you mewled into the crook of her neck. "Shh, baby, I'm here, mommy's here." Marilyn cooed, hugging you tightly against her, "You did so well, sweetheart." she whispered, placing a soft kiss against your temple, gently pulling her fingers out of you. Being extra careful and making sure not to brush them against your overstimulated clit. Pushing you slightly away from her, Marilyn looked at you, worried, wiping the few stray tears away that started drying on your cheeks. "Are you okay, honey?" she asked, concern lacing her voice, sometimes she lost control of herself and pushed things a bit too far, but you knew you were safe with her.

You nodded tiredly, smiling lovingly at her, you always started feeling warm and cared for when she worried about you. Taking a shaky breath, you tried to stand on your own legs again. Swaying, Marilyn's arms were instantly around your waist to stabilize you.

"Careful. Are you sure you are okay?"

"I am, promise." Assuring her, you cupped her cheeks and kissed her, deepening the kiss when you heard her moan into your mouth. Pulling away, you looked at her sheepishly. "I should probably get cleaned up and dressed again."

Marilyn nodded, giving you a quick peck on the lips before bending down and starting to help you gather your things. She was careful not to use her right hand and get come all over the fabric. Once your garments were handed to you, Marilyn pulled out a bag of wet wipes, cleaning her hand and then handing you the package. You were grateful she had them with her, else you had no other option but to go back to your dorm and get cleaned there. You didn't want anyone to find out Marilyn and you were a thing, and werewolves are notoriously good at picking up scent, so having scented wipes was a good way to throw them off.

Finally being cleaned and fully dressed again, you sighed in content, remembering what just happened. "I should get going."

Marilyn smiled sadly, stroking your cheek and giving you a yearning kiss. "Just don't forget me, okay?"

Licking your lips, you nodded. "I won't, I swear." With those last words, you unlocked the storage room and left, taking one last look at her before you headed for the party.

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 1 year ago

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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 · 1 year ago

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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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lorelaiblair · 1 year ago

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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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sortinghatchat · 1 year ago

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Wednesday (2022) Hogwarts Houses

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camilaxmartin · 2 years ago

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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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Fetish - Marilyn Thornhill

1 - a new beginning

Warnings: anxiety/panic attack

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: Soooo excited to be finally able to post this!!!!!!! Aahhhhhh!!!

You were on the verge of a panic attack. Your bus had taken you to Jericho, and you had just missed the other bus that was supposed to take you to Nevermore.

You were new to the town. Your home was several states away, but your parents had decided it would be the best for you to attend the boarding school they'd read about. Nevermore Academy, a school for outcasts. You thought it was an absurd idea to send you there, as you were, in fact, not an outcast.

There were outcasts in your family. Mostly psychics. Your mother, your father, your grandparents... But not you. The gene had skipped you. Even though no one ever said anything mean about it, especially your parents, you knew everyone was disappointed. How they all had expected you to turn out a skilled psychic - nothing.

You sometimes even thought that you and your incompetence were the reason your parents had divorced all those years ago. Of course they'd assure you it was not, but you couldn't stop overthinking it. Just like you couldn't stop overthinking everything. You were like that - overanalyzing everything and never feeling like you were enough.

Just like now you were overthinking how you'd never get into that academy, how you'd fail again and end up dead in a ditch-

Stop it, Y/N. You're doing it again, you repeated over and over in your head.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, attempting to calm yourself down. You had to think rationally. You were in a foreign small town all alone with no sense of direction.

You should ask someone for help. Small town people were usually nice.

You spotted a cozy-looking cafe across the street, nodded to yourself and walked towards it with your bags and your suitcase. After stumbling your way inside with basically your whole life packed into those bags, you took a sigh and had a look around. It was a small and neat place, maybe you'd go there again on a less hectic day. It wasn't crowded at all, with only a few booths by the window occupied.

You decided not to bother the customers, and instead made your way to the front desk, there was a young boy working and surely he'd help.

He raised his gaze up to you and smiled awkwardly, "Good evening, miss. What can I get you?"

You stepped a little closer, as you knew that back home everyone wasn't so... accepting, of outcasts. You didn't know Jericho's situation, but decided to play safe. "Uh, yes. Do you happen to know where the Nevermore Academy is? I was supposed to be there already but I missed my bus and have absolutely no clue where to go." You rambled, but still with a low tone of voice.

The boy raised his eyebrows, looking rather surprised, and you internally slapped yourself. He must hate you now.

But soon enough, his face turned into an understanding one. "Yes, I do actually. Would you like me to take you there?" He offered and you beamed in joy.

"Yes, oh, thank you so much!" You said, almost jumping at how giddy you were. Maybe you wouldn't end up dead in a ditch. But your face soon turned stern and serious, "I will not forget this." You said, attempting to sound as grateful as possible.

He smiled, "Okay, well, my shift unfortunately ends at 10pm, I'm really sorry I wish I could drive you there earlier."

You checked your phone. 8:30pm. You could handle it. "S'okay. As long as I get there somehow."

"Would you like to have a coffee? It's on the house." He offered.

"Yes, that would be great. Thank you, uhm- sorry, what was your name?"

"Tyler. Tyler Galpin. And what is yours?"

"Y/N. Y/N L/N."

Tyler drove you to Nevermore as promised. When he parked, you looked anxious and conflicted.

"I could escort you inside? I know the place, I actually come here by a lot since I know some people here."

You widened your eyes, "Really? That would be great, thank you so much!"

He nodded and you got out of the car, he politely took your bags and suitcase although you insisted in carrying them yourself.

The halls were quiet and empty as it was almost 10:30pm now. You had no idea where to go, as this was definitely not an appropriate hour to be meeting the headmistress. But you didn't question anything yet, you just followed Tyler as he seemed to know what to do. You walked along the halls until he came to a halt at a door, seemingly to a classroom but you weren't too sure. "Uh, Tyler? Are you sure we're... allowed to be here?" You questioned.

He chuckled at you, knocking on the door and going inside, you hesitantly following him.

The place was almost as dark as the Autumn sky at this hour, but you noticed a small lamp light up by a desk in the front. You spotted desks to its opposite, this must be a class, you thought. Even though you couldn't see that much in there, you did notice the tall trees and the potted plants nearest to you. It was a serene place, you certainly would enjoy coming here.

"Tyler? What are you doing here?" An unkwown woman from behind you asked, making you flinch and turn around with wide eyes.

You couldn't see her, at all. She was standing in a shadowy corner.

"Ms Thornhill, I believe I've found a lost student of yours. Well, a new student. She came by the Weathervane, asking where the academy is so I brought her here." Tyler explained, now bringing all the attention to you. You couldn't have been more nervous.

The woman stepped forward, now causing the faint desk light to show herself. She was absolutely beautiful with her auburn hair and warm, brown eyes.

Okay, stop it, Y/N. She's probably your teacher, pull your shit together. Your inner monologue scolded you and you agreed. You shouldn't be thinking like that of your possibly new teacher.

The woman looked at you with an intrigued expression, with her head slightly tilted and her eyes narrowed. You felt like you were being judged. But all that washed away when soon, a huge grin plastered all over her face.

"Well, hello there! You must be Y/N, Principal Weems actually informed me about your arrival today, it's nice to meet you. I'm your dorm mom, Marilyn Thornhill!" She introduced herself, offering her hand for you to shake.

And you did, smiling lightly at her, "Yes, I'm Y/N, Y/N L/N. It's very nice to finally be here, thanks to Tyler. Without him I'd probably still be somewhere in Jericho, panicking my guts." You said with a small chuckle.

She frowned in confusion, "What do you mean, did something happen?"

You smiled awkwardly, "Well, I actually missed the bus that was supposed to drive me here, but luckily I went to the local cafe and Tyler was there to save the day."

She raised her eyebrows and looked at Tyler, who nodded, confirming your words. Her gaze turned back to you and you smiled nervously at her. And something in her expression softened.

"Thank you, Tyler, I'll take it from here. Let's get you to your dorm, sweetheart."

Your cheeks developed a faint red at the petname, but gladly it was too dark in the conservatory for her to see. You turn to Tyler, "Thank you so much for saving my life. I owe you."

He chuckled, "It's alright. I better get going before my father starts wondering where I am. Have a good one!"

After the boy had left, you went over to where he had left your bags to pick them up. But right before you could take the bags, a hand on your wrist stopped you.

"Ah, ah. Let me carry those, you must be tired." She insisted, sending you a look which left you no room to argue. You slightly nodded as you wacthed her pick up your bags with surprising strength.

You began following her through the empty halls like a lost puppy, you didn't speak much but the silence wasn't uncomfortable.

Soon enough, you stopped at a door and she searched for a key in her pocket, opening the door. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but you don't have a roommate. All the dorms were full already so you're going to be alone in here." She explained almost sadly, carrying your bags inside and suddenly rubbing your bicep comfortingly.

You flinched a bit at the sudden touch and your cheeks instantly grew hot, which didn't go unnoticed by the woman. You saw how her eyes looked at you weirdly, but not exactly in a bad way, and how her lips parted just the slightest bit.

You had no clue what her gaze meant, but it was piercing through you.

"I- it's alright, Ms Thornhill. I prefer solitude anyway."

She smiled softly, "By the way, welcome to Opheila Hall. As I said before, I'm also your dorm mom, meaning you can come to me about anything and everything whenever you need, sweeatheart, okay?"

You nodded and avoided her gaze. Wrong move, apparently. She gripped you chin and forced you to look in her eyes, you only now noticed how close you were standing, her touch was sending shivers down your spine.

"Use your words, sweet girl." She cooed, making you hazy at the attention and her way with words.

"I- yes, thank you, Ms Thornhill. I uh, I better start unpacking." You rambled, embarassed at how you were stuttering just because of her touch.

She chuckled, "Right, I'll leave you be. I'll stop by tomorrow morning so we can go to Principal Weems together to retrieve your schedule, uniform and everything else necessary."

You nodded as you walked around the small dorm, observing it and thinking of how you'd decorate it to look cozy. "Yes, thank you so much, Ms Thornhill. And sorry again for arriving this late,"

She smiled as you spoke, "Don't apologize, honey. You did nothing wrong. Oh, and just to go over by a few rules, lights out at 10, and no boys, ever."

The next day you woke up, smiling lightly at the newly decorated dorm. It had pretty stringlights hung up everywhere, creating a magical atmosphere, there were some of your favorite books set on your desk neatly, hou hung up pretty and slightly transparent white curtains on the windows to add more life into the previously empty room. In your opinion, the bed was the best thing. You had several cozy blankets, decorated pillows and a few plushies. Above it were also some hung stringlights.

You really loved how the room turned out.

Giddy about your new home, you quickly got out of bed and went into the ensuite bathroom in your dorm. You brushed your teeth and washed your face. You quickly did yor hair and applied some makeup before going over to your closet.

It was your first day here, you wanted to make a good first impression. You ended up choosing your favorite outfit.

You didn't know what you should do, but you wanted to explore the school. You decided you'd go and see if Ms Thornhill was in the conservatory (because you completely forgot she was supposed to come to you).

You left your dorm and wandered around the school, trying to remember the way to your dorm. The school was a labyrinth.

You came to an outdoor area which was filled with students. You felt several pairs of eyes on you, which was pretty expected but still made you feel a pang of anxiety in your chest and made you cross your arms. You were quite a social person, but new situations like these still weren't your piece of cake.

A hand on your shoulder interrupted your thoughts. You jumped a little as you turned around to meet a excited-looking blonde who must've been the same age as you. She had blue and pink highlights in her hair and the biggest ear-to-ear smile you'd ever seen on anyone.

There was a raven-haired girl next to the blonde, the mere opposite of her friend. Where the first girl looked like she was on top of the world, the other girl looked like she'd kill you without hesitation if you ever messed with her or her friend.

"Hi!! I'm Enid Sinclair, you must be new here, what's your name??!" The blonde was almost jumping with joy, and her easy-going demeanor really eased up the situation.

You smiled, "Y/N L/N, nice to meet you too. And yeah, I'm very much new here, I arrived just last night."

You turned to look at the gloomy girl next to the blonde. She was glaring at me, but offered her hand anyway after Enid nudged her slightly. You shook her hand and she introduced herself, "Wednesday Addams. It's a pleasure."

You nodded with a smile.

"Y/N, would you like if we showed you around here? I know it can be hard to find places when you're here for the first time." Enid offered.

"Really? That would be amazing," You beamed, ignoring Wednesday's glares towards Enid for suggesting such thing.

You began following the two girls around the school. They showed you the cafeteria, told you that the outdoors area was called the quad, which you honestly thought was weird but didn't say anything. After about an hour of walking around the school and trying to remember the right paths to certain places.

"So, Y/N, what type of an outcast are you?" Enid asked after showing you to the library, Wednesday following close behind.

Your cheeks flushed and you felt an uncomfortable twist in your stomach - you were afraid they'd abandon you instantly if they found out about you being a normie. You sighed as you already accepted your fate, and reluctantly spoke. "Actually, I'm not an outcast. All of my family is, psychics to be exact, but I'm not. I guess the good gene really decided to skip on me." You closed your eyes as you felt the tears pricking in your eyes.

But to your utter shock, neither of them made a snarky comment or looked at you in a disgusted way. Instead, you felt two arms hugging you tight. Enid wrapped you in her arms and whispered just so the three of you heard- "Don't worry, Y/N, this won't change our opinions about you. We know you're unique, whether you have any psychic abilities or not. You're a special girl, Wednesday here said so."

You looked at the raven-haired girl in shock. You didn't expect she'd say something so nice of you so quickly. She just nodded her head in confirmation before quickly looking away to hide her embarassment.

You smiled softly at them, feeling a sense of calm washing over you. "Thank you, guys. It really means a lot. Uhh, could you possibly show me the way back to my dorm? I think I may have already forgotten."

"Yeah, sure!" Enid exclaimed happily before you three were again on your way.

You took extra note of the hallways leading to your dorm. You did luckily catch onto these type of things pretty easily so it wasn't that hard.

You were so caught up in talking with Enid that as you rounded a corner, you bumped into someone. You closed your eyes and were ready to fall, but to your surprise, you didn't. You felt a pair of strong hands around your waist, keeping you up and steady.

"Woah, there!" Ms Thornhill chuckled, but soon furrowed her eyebrows in worry, "Honey, where were you? I thought I was supposed to come and get you so we could go to the principal together?"

You widened your eyes as you realized, you had forgot.

"Oh my god, Ms Thornhill, I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to, I-I was-" You started rambling nervously.

She huffed on a soft laughter, still her hands were on your waist even though you were standing up straight now. You blushed furiously and that didn't go unnoticed by the woman.

"Sweetie, calm down. I was never mad at you, I was just worried, okay?" She said gently, squeezing your waist assuringly before letting go. And for some reason, you immediately missed the contact.

"Okay," You whispered, almost forgetting how Wednesday and Enid were still standing beside you, observing the interaction you had with the redhead.

"So, are you ready to go to Principal Weems now? Come on, I'll go with you, bye girls!" She linked your arms and pulled you away from your new friends.

You quickly waved to the girls before disappearing around the corner.

You suddenly got extremely nervous about meeting the principal, how angry she must've been at you for not showing up. You're nothing but a burden to everyone, you shouldn't even be here in the first place.

You stopped dead in your tracks, and Ms Thornhill, who still had her arm linked to yours, stopped abruptly too, turning around with confusion all over her face.

She furrowed her brows, "Sweetheart? Is everything okay?"

You pursed your lips together and looked around to see if there was any way to escape the uncomfortable situation. You tried your best to avoid eye contact with the teacher, which only grew her more worried. There were a few students in the hallway, which only made you more anxious. Ms Thornhill noticed this, as she quickly placed her hand on your lower back and walked you to a more secluded corner.

Your breathing picked up and you could only think of how it would all come crashing down before it even started.

"Hey, honey, I'm right here, you're safe with me, okay?" Ms Thornhill tried to assure you with a patient smile.

"No, no, I can't, m'sorry-" You rambled as you still were trying to blink your tears away.

"Hey, hey, listen to me, can you be a good girl and do that for me?" She whispered, causing your breath to hitch in your throat at the good girl and your attention shifted onto her and her words. You vigorously nodded through your ragged breaths.

"Such a good girl, now, breath with me. One in, one out, just do as I do, okay?" And that nickname absolutely made something surprisingly pleasant on fire in your abdomen.

You nodded again as you watched her chest inflate and deflate again and again, and you did the same, following her movements.

If you weren't in such a state right now, you would've noticed Marilyn's amused but attentive eyes set on you as you kept on looking at her chest.

Over and over again, in and out, and it started to help. You weren't in a state of panic anymore, you felt surprisingly good. She really had helped you. Taking in a last big breath in and out, you sighed in content as you had finally calmed yourself down.

Ms Thornhill smiled tenderly and cupped your cheek with one of her hands, soothing her thumb across it. You smiled lightly as well.

"You did very well, dear. I'm proud of you."

You nodded to assure yourself everything was okay now.

"Do you think you'll be able to go see Principal Weems now? You don't have to if you don't feel like it. But I'll be there with you if you want to go, okay?" She gently spoke.

You thought for a second and then nodded, "Yeah, I think I'm ready to go,"

She smiled softly as she linked your arms again.

If only you’d have known that this was the beginning of something so incredibly disastrous.

#woahhh finally #lmk if you liked this!#new ficcccc #miss thornhill #marilyn thornhill #laurel gates #christina ricci #ms thornhill #wednesday #Spotify

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stuffypuddle · 1 year ago

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doctor's appointment

#art #marilyn thornhill #laurel gates #ms thornhill #wednesday

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hislittleraincloud · 1 year ago

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#laurel gates #ms thornhil #marilyn thornhill #gatesmeme #the gates family #the rave'n #wednesday #netflix wednesday #wednesday netflix #woe what a night #christina ricci

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xelinezeddiorsstuff · 2 years ago

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If I make a marilyn thornhill au in twitter would anyone read it?

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

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m1lfsh4ke · 1 year ago

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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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marilynthornhillobsessed · 9 months ago

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@h-doodles @gwens0girl

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 1 year ago

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Hi! Hope you're well! Sorry if you've already done this request, but have you done a plant pollen lust story with Marilyn x student reader yet? Where they breathe in some kind of aphrodisiac pollen that makes them lose control and give into each other? I was thinking maybe they've had feelings for each other for awhile but haven't succumbed to it yet and this is when they do. Just wanting some mommy!dom Marilyn with an experienced reader so Marilyn can be rough with her. Maybe Marilyn uses a strap on or is intersex? Whichever you're more comfortable writing! Thanks!

Yesss!!! Here it is!!!! Finally I made Marilyn intersex, just to be "realistic", I mean, who has a strap-on in a classroom? I hope you don't mind and that you like it!!! Sorry about the delay, and the language mistakes!!! :)))))

Lust is in the air

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Smut, intersex Marilyn (She has a dick), kinks, lust pollen, dom! Marilyn, sub! Reader, strong language…

Word count: 4,883

Summary: You were in the conservatory as always, but that night things were going to turn weird, but funny…

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

“Let's see, (Y/N), do you think you're ready for an express questions round?” Marilyn, your teacher said. You nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes, test me,” you said, shaking your fists, very sure of yourself.

It was a night like any other. There was nothing weird. You never got along with botany, you always had to memorize over and over again all those plants names, something that was quite complicated for you.

Fortunately a few months ago your bitter and unpleasant teacher was replaced by Marilyn Thornhill.

She was different, kind, funny, and very, very beautiful. With her you began to like the plants you hated before. But memory was still not your best skill. You would need some kind of reinforcement or a mentoring, great idea.

You didn't mean to fool yourself. That strange redhead normi attracted you, not just because of her sweet and innocent appearance, but also because of her kind and gentle way of being. Wanting to know her answer, you asked her for help with her assignment. She accepted gratefully. It seemed that her normie status didn't make her to get many friends in Nevermore.

Little by little, nocturnal visits to the conservatory became usual. Marilyn and you talked about plants, but also about other topics that had nothing to do with them. You'd be blind if you didn't notice the tension that slowly built up. Your feelings were focused solely on her and Marilyn didn't seem displeased by your presence, quite the opposite. For you there was always a smile, a caress, a gesture or a word of affection.

You could feel desire and love engulfing you, but, of course, you didn’t do anything about it. You, because you thought that a woman older than you, and who was also your teacher, couldn’t have a real interest in you. She would surely find unlikely that a young girl, a Nevermore student, would take an interest in her, beyond her lessons on plants.

It was a dead end, a closed circuit of especially strange comments and silent looks that never amounted to anything more than that, looks, words, caresses. Never a kiss, a hint, any hint of what your true feelings were. It was a daily fight to see who would give up first. You were proud, and you were still afraid of not being reciprocated. She was innocent, surely she wouldn't take your hints the way they truly were.

“Let's see…” Marilyn said, amused while she looked at the plants that were around her. “Okay, (Y/N), tell me what these two beauties have in common,” she said, pointing to two small plants.

“Hmm,” you muttered. You were sure you had read about it, that Marilyn had explained it to you, probably that very night. “I know it,” you said satisfied, smiling. “Both are invasive species, imported from Australian traders in the early 19th century.”

Marilyn smirked and nodded.

“That's right, very good, (Y/N). Maybe that one was too easy. Let's see… What about this one? Could you tell me what its main characteristic is?” She asked after, moving around the conservatory to make her little "exam" more difficult for you.

“Yes, it's self defense. If an animal gets too close, it emits a substance that causes drowsiness. It can even affect humans,” you answered, happy to remember. Your memory improved every night you spent with her, or so you thought. It was surely a trap of your subconscious to please the redhead, or to try to impress her.

“Extraordinary…” Marilyn sighed, with a smile. “I see you have paid attention to today's class. Let's see… something more difficult. (Y/N), how many hours of sun does this beauty need to maintain all its properties?”

You laughed, you also knew the answer.

“It's a trick question,” you said satisfied, with a certain petulant tone. “The nightshade doesn’t need sun, it would die if you expose it to sunlight.

“Very good, (Y/N), I see that you have really studied today…” Marilyn said, giving up. “Good job, I think you'll have no problem passing next week's exam.”

“Great,” you said, making a victory gesture.

“You've made a lot of progress, (Y/N),” Marilyn said, returning to her desk. “I think that’s enough for today.”

You agreed, because the worst moment of the night had arrived, the moment of farewell. You thought about protesting or sighing pityingly, but you'd be being too obvious. You had to be smarter, buy more time with her.

You searched with your eyes for something that caught your attention and her infinite wisdom could explain to you. To one side of the table, there was a display case with a plant that you did not remember having ever seen. It was a deep green colored plant, and for some strange reason, you felt drawn to it.

“Marilyn,” you said, not taking your eyes off the plant. She looked at you and nodded for you to continue, with her usual kind smile, the one that made you melt. “What kind of plant is that?” You asked, pointing to the small display case.

“Oh, well, it's a very rare species,” she answered, looking at the plant. “It's a variant of a carnivorous plant,” she said, smiling. You knew that she loved to talk about plants, to tell you everything she knew about them. It was a cunning plan, (Y/N).

You nodded curiously, moving closer to the plant and taking a closer look at it.

“I wouldn't do that, (Y/N)…” Marilyn said, with raised eyebrows and an amused tone.

“Why?”

“You see... This little one is something... Special. I suppose you remember that I told you about the sexual deception that some of these plants perpetrate.”

“Oh yes, I remember,” you said amused. That class would never be forgotten. Marilyn shook her head, laughing softly.

“I wonder why the students always remember those things…”she sighed with an amused but intriguing look. You blushed but laughed too, shrugging.

“It’s because you explain it very well…” You whispered, perhaps going a little beyond your subtle comments. She laughed again, crossing her arms and closing her eyes.

“Of course, I'm sure that's what it's about,” she said, clearly with irony. “Look, (Y/N), it may seem like a small and harmless plant, but nothing like that. When it flowers, it produces a very intense pollen that it carries through the air. This pollen has nothing to do with what you may have known. It's about… well, a superior imitation of sex pheromones.”

“Oh…” You said, nodding. You didn't expect that kind of conversation. A thousand points for you, (Y/N).

“The difference between it and its colleagues is that this pollen doesn’t only affect bees or small animals. It is capable of altering the behavior of large animals, including people,” she continued explaining, perhaps a little nervous. You naturally wanted to know more.

“To alter behavior? How?” You asked curiously, moving away a bit from that display case.

She didn't seem to know how to answer, she stopped to think of a correct way to explain it to you.

“Well... If a person inhales the pollen from this plant, let's say that they become... Affectionate...” She said, lowering her head and looking away. You were convinced that it was a simple euphemism.

“Affectionate? Do you mean wanting to…? Well, wanting to do that?” You asked, feigning innocence. She glanced at you briefly and nodded. Her cheeks were starting to turn red.

“Indeed, (Y/N), it's what I want to say,” she said with a small voice. Soon her expression changed as she looked at that display case. “I shouldn't tell you this but… They say that once there was a scientists convention to analyze these types of plants, in case it was possible to use them for some kind of medicinal purpose… Oh, my God, I really shouldn't tell you this.”

You smiled, knowing it wasn't hard to push her to finally speak. She had said so many times that you shouldn't know something that it almost seemed like a joke already.

“Come on, Marilyn, tell me about it, please. I won't tell anyone, I promise,” you said, putting on the face of a good girl.

“Okay, (Y/N)…” She finally sighed. You smirked and looked at her expectantly. “Well, it is said that one of the scientists was not careful, and the whole room was filled with pollen and… Well… I’m sure you can imagine what happened next…”

“Oh, a scientific orgy,” you said cheekily, without paying any attention to your words. She looked at you surprised by your answer.

“(Y/N)…” She said with a warning tone. “But yeah, that's basically what they say that happened. Now I suppose you understand why it's in a display case,” she told you, pretending that you hadn't said what you had said.

“We don't want orgies,” you said amused, earning you a soft tap on the shoulder from her. Marilyn shook her head, feigning anger at those words, but she soon burst out laughing, just the same way you did.

“No, we don't want it,” she replied, trying to stop laughing. Soon her laughter subsided and a moment of silence took over the place. Marilyn's expression relaxed and she looked into your eyes. You did the same and for once, she showed signs of weakness, of wanting to tell you something. “(Y/N), I…”

What she was about to say was interrupted by howls coming from outside the building. Marilyn shook her head, looking at you like she was apologizing, and headed for the door.

“But what's going on?” She asked, leaning out the door.

You looked at the conservatory ceiling. The moon was only a day away from being full. Your fellow werewolves would go crazy when that happened.

“Oh, oh... The wolves haven't gone to their cages...” You said with concern. Marilyn went to close the door, but it was too late. A bunch of wacky, furry students, burst howling into the conservatory, jumping off tables and stirring up everything in their path.

“Hi, (Y/N)!” One of your classmates turned to you. You recognized that deranged look. The poor thing was out of control.

“Hey, Marcus, why don't you guys go to make a fuss somewhere else? I'm trying to learn something,” you said to your friend, who was panting with his tongue outside his mouth.

Marilyn was in a more comical situation, chasing the rest of the pack, who were running and jumping, hanging from the trees as if they were ape-men instead of werewolves.

“Get out of here!” She yelled, grabbing some vases that were about to fall to the floor. “Get out, get out!”

“Come on, man, take your little wolves to another place…” You said to your friend. His eyes bulged almost out of their sockets, but he was one of your best friends, and in that state, he still had some consciousness.

“Come on, guys, let's go to the woods to hunt squirrels, Auuuuu!” He howled, leaving the conservatory, followed noisily by the rest of his friends, who howled desperately.

Marilyn closed the door as the last werewolf emerged, and leaned against it, sighing in relief.

“I'm never going to get used to this…” She murmured. You moved closer, trying not to laugh too much, and put a hand on her shoulder.

“It was probably our fault. The light will have caught their attention. “You said, looking around you at the mess they had left behind. “Oh…”

“Oh, damn it…” The redhead said, putting a hand to her forehead. “(Y/N), I wouldn't want to abuse your trust but… If you could…”

“Yes, Yes of course. I'll help you put all of this in order,” you said immediately, blinking with an angelic look.

“You're such a good girl…” Marilyn whispered, briefly caressing your cheek.

You started to put the fallen chairs in place and suddenly you noticed something strange in your body. It was November, it was freezing outside, but somehow you were starting to sweat. You passed a hand across your forehead to confirm it.

You felt as if your clothes were in your way, you even got dizzy. You leaned against a table before being overwhelmed by that strange sensation, and made a disturbing discovery.

“Eh… Marilyn…” You said trembling, pointing to the floor, where the display case containing that strange plant lay, broken into a thousand pieces. The redhead looked at the same spot and her eyes widened in horror.

“Oh my God…” She sighed, moving closer to the plant. “Oh my gosh this is so bad...”

“The orgy plant,” you whispered, fanning yourself with your hand.

“(Y/N), don’t, don't move… Stay where you are…” Marilyn said, who seemed to be experiencing the same thing as you, an unbearable heat.

“I'm hot…” You said, after which you frowned. You didn't plan to say that.

“I know, I'm hot too, I mean… It’s hot here…” The redhead said, without taking her eyes off you.

“I, I feel weird…” You said, sighing in a strangely suggestive way.

“Don't worry, it's because of the plant…” Marilyn gasped, turning around to look at herself. “Just, just relax and enjoy, I mean, take a slow breath and…”

“I'm on a cloud, Marilyn, a sexual cloud…” You said, now smiling, noticing familiar tingles all over your body.

“You have to relax… I… I…” She said, turning her back on you.

Suddenly an almost unbearable desire took over your body. It was a feeling similar to when you drank too much. You felt uninhibited. You felt invincible, capable of saying everything that was on your mind, of doing everything that was on your mind. You moved from that table and approached the redhead, who seemed to be breathing heavily, as if she was fighting with the same feeling as you.

“Hurry up, (Y/N), we have to cover the plant with a damp cloth so that the effects don't... Be worse...”

As in one of your fantasies, you ran your finger down her back, enjoying seeing her tremble when you did.

“Marilyn… I want you,” you said, totally oblivious to the circumstances that such a phrase could entail.

Now she turned. She was sweating, she was looking at you with her mouth open. She didn't seem uncomfortable, but quite the opposite. Beneath her typical blue jumpsuit, you could sense that her desire was also growing, literally.

“Fuck, (Y/N), don't do this to me…” She sighed, when you stood inches from her face and your hands roamed her body, panting at the same rate.

“Do you want me, Marilyn?” You asked with a smile. At first she looked at you scared, but her eyes began to reflect your desires and her gaze became serious. Marilyn nodded slowly, running her hands around your waist.

“Yes, (Y/N), I want you… I think about you every night…”She whispered in your ear, biting the lobe of your ear.

Deep down you knew that everything that was happening was because of that plant, but a confession like that couldn't be just due to the pollen. You moaned heartbreakingly when you heard those words, ones you didn't think you'd ever hear.

“That makes me really…” You said hissing, getting rid of your Nevermore jacket. The heat had already been unbearable.

“This is all because of the pollen…” she said, coming back a bit to reality. “We have, we have to fight against its effects before we do something crazy.”

You were already too poisoned. You thought about nothing else than having her inside you. Between moans you couldn't suppress, you caressed the remarkable bulge that had formed between her legs. She moaned when she felt your hand in that private part. Her forehead was sweaty, and her hands roamed your back, your butt.

“I like to do crazy things… I'm crazy about you, Marilyn, and I want to make love to you, now,” you said in her ear, while you unbuttoned her jumpsuit.

She moaned, while she shook her head.

“No, (Y/N), it's, it's wrong…” She said, fooling herself. “Damn... It's so wrong...”

“Just let it go, Miss Thornhill. You're so hard... I think I would die if I don't have you inside of me...” You moaned, continuing to caress her. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I think, I think me too…” She whispered, pulling you, pressing her body against yours. “ Is that what you want, (Y/N)? Do you want mommy to fuck you until you faint?”

Her voice turned grim, dark and lustful.

She knew everything about plants. Surely her reaction capacity was faster than yours, breathing slow and moving away from the broken display case. But something told you that she simply gave up, she was carried away by that unbearable desire that the pollen caused. Perhaps your theories in which she had feelings for you were right, supported by the intriguing and erotic confession she made to you minutes before.

“Yes, mommy, fuck me...” You responded angrily, with hungry desire, while you tore off your shirt. “Touch me, caress me...”

She nodded with a sinister smile on her face, before leaning in and finally, kissing you.

Gasps and moans echoed off the conservatory glass walls. They were animal kisses, wild kisses. Your bodies brushed against each other, sending pleasant stimuli to all the corners of your body. Your neck was assaulted by her teeth and the last buttons of her blue jumpsuit, by your hands.

“You're beautiful, (Y/N), your body is delicious…” The redhead whispered, grabbing your nipple between her teeth, making you moan with pleasure. “Are you going to be a good girl for mommy?”

“Yes, I'll be whatever you want, Marilyn…” You sighed, noticing how your center began to demand some attention.

“Poor silly girl... So desperate for mommy...” She hissed, amused. A slap hit your butt under your skirt and that made you bite your lip. “Take off your panties, (Y/N), do it.”

You obeyed, looking at her with desire. You left your skirt on, just as she hinted at you with her hands.

“Mommy… I need you…” You said with a desperate face, unable to avoid caressing yourself. It was as if the sensations you would normally feel when touching yourself had been multiplied. You moaned as you looked at the redhead, obsessed with what you were doing.

“You know how to touch yourself... You're a smart girl...” She said with a childish voice. Right after, she grabbed you around your waist, turning you around abruptly, putting your belly against her desk and lifting your skirt.

“Mommy…” You moaned, letting yourself to be touched anywhere she wanted. Her hands went to your breasts, while her hips rubbed against your bare bottom. You could feel her cock through her clothes, you could feel it rubbing against your center. You moaned as if you were going to die, wishing that she would finally fill you up and fuck you mercilessly.

“So wet for me…” The redhead whispered, leaning over you as she stroked your slippery folds up and down. Your legs trembled at the contact, you thought you were going to explode.

Her fingers entered you without asking, without any kind of warning. That made you want to bite into something so you could silence your cries of pleasure. She was not affectionate, nor tender. She was rude, commanding. That dark side that that sweet and innocent woman had could make you end up in that state without needing that pollen. It was erotic, tremendously sexual. You had never been dominated in this way, but you found that you could not do it otherwise.

“Mommy, mommy... Yes, please, yes...” You moaned, receiving another slap on your butt and an evil laugh from the redhead.

“Silence, bitch, mommy is working…” She told you, holding your hair tightly. “Enjoy whatever you want, but don't cum, (Y/N)…”

You opened your eyes. That request was impossible for you at that moment, you were already very close.

“But mommy, I can't help it, you do it so well to me…” You gasped, noticing how her fingers increased her speed. Marilyn stopped, pulling your skirt down to get rid of what was left of your clothes, and your shame.

“Good girls wait for mommy to give them permission…” Marilyn told you, caressing your buttocks with her free hand. “First you have to make mommy happy... Tell me, (Y/N), have you ever do this?” She asked, making you turn around, taking his fingers out of your desperate humidity, which pressed its walls so that her fingers didn’t abandon you.

You closed your eyes, feeling almost pained by this sudden lack of pleasure, and nodded.

“Yes…” You confessed. She smiled, lowering her jumpsuit to her ankles, releasing her throbbing cock and aiming it at your entrance.

“Fine, I guess I don't have to treat you like an innocent girl then …”

You admired her length and licked your lips. None of the boys you know had anything to do with it. You wanted it, you wanted to see your body adjusting to it, stretching for it.

Your conscience was clouded by lust. The pollen was really dangerous, but it was nothing else than an enhancer of everything you felt, everything you wanted. To think that she wasn't the one with you at that moment disgusted you.

“Be a good girl and stay still…” She said, while she ran the tip through your folds. “Oh fuck, you're so willing, so wet…” She whispered, clearly struggling not to enter you so soon.

You moaned at her touch, looking into her eyes just as she did.

“I'm not going to ask your permission, (Y / N), I'm going to make you mine, my love… Mommy will give you what you want and you're going to take it like the good girl you pretend to be…” She said, leaning into your ear.

You nodded, moving your hips to feel the tip of her cock right on your clit, making you shiver at the sensation.

With a sudden thrust, she entered you moaning with a strangled sigh.

“Oh, damn... It feels so good... You squeeze me so much, it’s so tight...” The redhead said, introducing herself completely.

You moaned for that feeling you craved. Your body moved, adapting to the intruder as best it could. She had been quick, she had been ruthless, that was what she was looking for, what she wanted, and deep down, what you wanted.

“Mommy... It's big...” You moaned, hissing at the little pain you felt, a pain that was even pleasant.

“Oh… your little pussy can't take mommy? Is mommy hurting you? Poor girl...” She said with a childish voice, while she moved little by little, slowly, but with intensity, stretching your walls in an overwhelming and gratifying way.

“It's so hard…” you sighed, pleased to see how your body played with her, embracing her cock lovingly but firmly. She smiled and caressed your cheek, before moving faster and faster.

“Yeah… You take it so well, you're perfect…” The redhead panted, moving her hips, giving little slaps to your thighs. “My good girl... Mommy's good girl...”

“Keep going, don't stop…” You said, stammering. Your body moved from front to back. Marilyn was holding you to move just as she wanted. It wasn't delicate, it wasn't the loving sex you used to imagine, but it was what your body needed at that moment.

“Oh, but what are those ways of talking to me, honey? Haven't you learned anything?” She said to you, giving you a smack on the cheek. “Talk to me properly or I won't continue fucking you, is that what you want? What mommy doesn't fill you up?”

You shook your head, horrified by that idea. Your moans were intense, as was her thrust. Her cock slid easily through your body, rubbing against the most pleasurable places inside you.

“No, please, mommy, don't stop… I want, I want you to fill me up, I want to be full of you, keep fucking me…. Please mommy, don't stop,” you said in a pathetic, desperate and humiliating way. She chuckled, grabbing your ankles and lifting them into the air, moving her hips gracefully, almost as if she was playing with you.

“That's the way I like it…” She said, placing your legs over her shoulders and increasing the pace even more.

The redhead's moans were so sexual that they added another point of pleasure to the way she fucked you. They were high-pitched gasps, exhausted, hungry, but with a soft layer of sweetness, something of the kind, innocent, caring side of her. And you couldn't take it anymore. All your muscles fought not to contract, not to feel those familiar cramps in your center. You were so close to heaven that you thought you could touch the clouds.

“Please, mommy...I'm close...” You said, being pushed with even more force. Marilyn looked at you as her eyes focused on the way her body moved inside yours. Her smile turned sarcastic, ironic.

“Is that all you can take? No, honey, you're not going to cum yet. Have you forgotten who's in control here?”

“You,” you moaned.

“Exactly, (Y/N), and like the good girl you are, you're going to be nice, and wait for mommy to cum first, will you?” She said, slowing down, moving inside of you softly.

“Yes…I will,” you sighed. You didn't see any other possible options. You had to obey, and besides, just thinking about her cum inside your body made you go even crazier.

“Be patient, my love... Mommy isn't far from filling you up...” Marilyn said, moving quickly again, with a little more hunger in her onslaught. “Oh baby, I want to… Make you mine…”

“And I want it too, mommy, I want to be filled with you, I want to be yours forever...”

“Yes, honey, that's it... Repeat it... Come on, repeat it!” She asked you, the second time in a more abrupt way.

You bit your lip, knowing it was just what she needed. Just what you needed.

“I want to be yours... Make me yours, Marilyn...” You repeated with the most sexual moan you had ever emitted.

“Oh, fuck, I, I'm going to cum…” She said, moving her hips with force, until, with a sharp moan she stopped, pressing against your body, releasing inside of you.

“Yes! Yes!” You screamed when you felt the heat filling your body, when you felt a hot liquid filling you completely. Your orgasm did not wait, your vagina contracted with a gasp and your back arched under the watchful eye of your teacher.

Her dark, hungry expression changed as she finished. She was still inside you, but her eyes were wide, looking into yours, scared.

You began to see things more clearly. You didn’t know if the effect of that pollen had a limited duration in time, or ended once the desire had been satisfied.

“My God, but, what have we done?” The redhead said, beginning to get very nervous.

You had had the best sex of your life, even if it was under the influence of that plant. Maybe it wasn't time to confess your love, or maybe it was. Anyway, what was done was done, and proof of that was a trickle of liquid running down your leg.

“Marilyn,” you said, sitting up, as she pulled out of you and pulled up her pants, quickly covering herself. “I don't think it was a mistake...”

“Oh my God... They're going to fire me... I... Wait, you were of legal age, right?” She asked nervously, passing her hand across her forehead.

“Of course I am, I'm twenty years old,” you said, frowning, annoyed. “But those things you told me, that you were thinking about me...”

She sighed in relief and looked at you embarrassed.

“Please, tell me it wasn't because of the plant, tell me you feel something for me, like I do,” you said softly, getting up from the table and grabbing her waist. She turned around and took your hands, thinking hard about her response.

“Oh, fuck everything. Yes, (Y/N), everything I told you is true. I... I... I feel things for you, many things... I, I love you...”

You smiled and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. She closed her eyes, but then she smiled, pulling you into a hug.

“Me too…”

“Wait, you mean you came to the conservatory every night just to be with me?”

You nodded amused, giving her another kiss.

“You are crazy…”

“About you…” You answered. You kissed her again, now with more intensity. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the plant on the floor. “Hey, what do we do with it?”

Marilyn looked at the plant and lowered her head...

“We just have to pick it up, the effects have already passed, and I doubt it will affect us again for a while.”

You nodded and went with her to collect the crystals from the display case. She was looking at you, but with some kind of guilty feeling.

“(Y/N)… I…”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t… Don't think my intention was to treat you that way. I'm only like that when I'm confident… I hope I didn't hurt you… It was that damned plant’s fault.”

“Oh, then I guess I have to thank it,” you said jokingly. “Thank you, sinister plant.”

“(Y/N)…” Marilyn sighed.

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