#Marilyn thornhill mentioned

[v3nusxsky]

DarkDomReader x SubLarussa where reader sees Morticia/Marilyn getting touchy with Larissa and they stop her, taking Larissa home and facing into oblivion to remind her who she belongs to?

Promts 27,37,41??

Hers to keep 18+

*Authors note~ outstanding uni work✨but✨ fics for advent need to breathe their first breaths. And in the words of Rio vidial “I’ve missed you”*

Trigger warnings ~ dark ish? Reader, sub Larissa, jealousyyyy, reader has a rough past hints to abuse and neglect as a child foster care etc, begging, breeding kink, daddy kink, oral sex (Larissa receiving), degrading with a dash of humiliation, very light pet kink (Larissa literally gets called kitten and that’s it), slightly toxic r?, strap on sex (Larissa receiving), oral stap (r receiving), praise/reasurance, aftercare

Prompt ~ see ask^^^

@dingdongthetail and @pebbleswritessometimes for pre reading some parts

To say you’d healed from the past was a lie, your scars remain as jagged and raw as they did in the beginning. Invisible to everyone else but you. Perhaps that’s why Larissa doesn’t seem to notice your clear discomfort around Marilyn. Now you are no fool, you know Larissa has been hurt before, her own father being the first to show her a cruel hands touch. But you knew your girlfriend had her aunt to fall back on. At least one person in her corner, she was wanted. And although you knew she deserved all the love in the world, the jealousy sat simmering underneath the layers and layers of masks you put on. Truthfully, you admire your lover, she’s so strong, kind hearted and intelligent. Everything you wanted to be but got told you would never be. The past, your past, would define you for the rest of your life. She was wanted, in Nevermore, by you and the students and her aunt.

You however were not. Your whole life was spent fighting for love and acceptance. Your own mother was disappointed the day you were born. Nothing but a reminder of your father, who mind you left as soon as he found out you were created. Disappointment. Right from the start. And she made sure to remind you ever since you could remember that it’s all you’d ever be. Growing up in a home with the absence of maternal love, and the basic necessities to survive made life more complicated for you. Yet you fail to see what Larissa sees. She sees you for who you are, your heart, mind and soul. The fact you are still fighting is a true testimony to your character. You have no one to thank but yourself for getting here. A lovely girlfriend, an education, a roof over your head and food on the table. Most importantly finally experiencing love. And yet you refuse to accept that you did that. You made it. All that noise from your long, onyx covered, twisted forest of a past are wrong. You made it.

You find it hard to understand why Larissa would choose you. All your life you’ve never been good enough, there’s always someone better, prettier, nicer, kinder and well rounded than you. And you know that. You’ve experienced and accepted that. Perhaps that is why jealousy cripples you. Terrified of losing the only good thing in your life. Her. The same gorgeous goddess who Marilyn is currently monopolising all her attention. Sure, it’s a work function so it’s completely normal for the principal to be the one everyone wants to see. You know that. Understand that even. But the irrational part of you wants to keep your golden girl to yourself. Safe. Yours. Yet you can’t. So you sit here nursing your first and only drink on the night, eyes stalking her every movement. Just incase.

You and Larissa talk in great depth about your feelings and how to best help you heal and grow while maintaining a healthy relationship for you both. Larissa loves how protective you are of her. It makes her feel safe and wanted but she wishes you didn’t feel so inferior to everyone. So much so she spends extra time to build you up, to reassure you of her feelings for you. And that works most of the time. Apart from tonight.

The second you catch the ginger teachers pale hand on Larissa’s shoulder somethings snaps inside your messy mind. The fact Larissa didn’t instantly remove herself for the situation only further fuelling your irrational fears. Larissa was comfortable. This other woman touching what you considered to be your person. Your lover. Yet you remain rooted to the spot, taking in every single second of the interaction on high alert. You watched the way Marilyn trailed her hands down your lovers arm as she laughed at something Larissa said. You couldn’t help but notice how her eyes lingered seconds too long when Larissa was sipping her wine, licking her lips or simply shifting her weight from one leg to the other. Marilyn was practically undressing her despite the fact you were right here. And that’s what caused you to stride over to Larissa with an unmatched bout of jealousy and fury. The two emotions crashing around you like tidal waves in a storm.

You immediately made sure to let your arms wrap around your lover. Obviously staking your claim to the other woman. “Who’s your friend darling?” You couldn’t help but borderline snarl the word friend, eyes flicking up to Marilyn’s. “Marilyn is teaching bounty for me this year my love. She’s just here to get to know the staff before she starts in the new school year” her words fell on deaf ears. “Well she’s certainly getting to know you very well” you quipped before completely ignoring the red head, “Larissa I feel rather unwell, I’ll head back to OUR room” you mumbled spinning the blonde in your arms to join your lips together. “Have a nice evening Marie” was all you offered before detangling yourself from Larissa, “don’t be too long baby.”

You knew it wouldn’t be long before Larissa made her way to you. You paced your shared bedroom trying to clear your head. You know Larissa’s yours. It’s clear. But the idea of someone taking something so precious from you just sends you into a blind rage of jealousy. Losing Larissa would kill you. And to Marilyn? No way in hell would you allow that to happen. Larissa deserves the world and Marilyn isn’t that.

“Darling?” Her voice guides you out of your own irrational thoughts with a practiced ease. “You remember me then?” You muttered taking in her stunning appearance once again that night. Suddenly what you need dawns on you. Her. “Sweetheart? You know I’m yours right? I was simply being friendly darling.” Friendly. “Marilyn sure looked like she wanted to be friendly with you when her hands were all over you.” The words hit Larissa like a wave of realisation. “I- my darling I only want you. Let me prove it to you?” Her whispered words echoed around your mind for a few seconds. Well what an offer that was. How could you refuse?

“Come be a good kitten and prove it then. Kneel and crawl to me” you demanded loving how her eyes darkened ever so slightly at the demand although her cheeks blushed a beautiful crimson colour. Seeing the principal bend to your will, on all fours crawling towards you with embarrassment clouding her features just set you off and when she held eye contact with you you couldn’t help but immediately free the faux cock you’d been packing all night. “Show daddy this is the only dick you need darling. Show me how much you want me.”

On instinct Larissa immediately took the head of your strap between her ruby lips, tongue swirling around the head with a practiced ease. Your hands immediately falling to her perfect up do. Pulling strands of hair as you forced yourself further down her throat until she released little gags of protests. “Dirty girl, you’re so good at this. Sweet little mouth just made to take me hmm” you mewled as the base of the strap rubbed against your clit with just the right amount of pressure. “Just imagine what Marilyn would think about seeing you on your knees for me like a common whore? The way you cry so prettily for daddy as I use your sweet mouth? Such a slut for me aren’t you baby?” To her credit, she tried to reassure that she is yours but it’s rather hard to do with your brutal thrusts and a mouthful of dick.

The moment you pulled out, Larissa greedily sucked in breaths of air. A slither of spit being the only connection between her and your cock. Doe eyes, on her knees, lipstick smeared and hair an absolute state, Larissa couldn’t look more beautiful if she tried. “Get on the bed and be ready for me slut” you practically grunted to the principal. Something about Larissa lying there completely bare was stunning. It didn’t take you long to bunch her dress up to her hips and rip the lace off her body finally exposing her soaked core to you. “Daddy” she whined feeling the intensity of your gaze. A simple plea that would’ve normally been enough to have you worshiping her like your own personal goddess. “Please what? Shall I go get Marilyn for you? Or shall i remind you that only I get to taste this pretty pussy.”

The moment you finally allow yourself to taste her is heavenly. Her little gasp of need and the way she practically melts on your tongue is divine. It doesn’t take you long to work her to the edge. Larissa loves to suck you off. It’s embarrassing and slightly humiliating to think of herself in such a position but god does she love it. The weight of you on her tongue, the way you lose control and thrust deeper and the way you eat her out after like a starved animal never fails. “Please daddy” she whimpers out causing you to scrape your teeth across her adorably swollen clit before pulling away from her cunt.

Her whimpers of disappointment as she takes in the sight of your lower face drenched in her slick only adds to her growing need. “Darling I-“ you cut off her pathetically needy words by taking a swipe of her slit with your index finger, “open slut” is all you offer before thrusting your finger into her awaiting mouth. The happy mewl she lets loose as her tongue swirls around your finger, tasting herself on you. “Please” Larissa sobs as you pull your finger back, “I just want you to fuck me daddy. Please! I’m yours. Only yours just please, please fuck me.”

“Nothing more than a desperate whore aren’t you? Imagine what everyone would say if they knew you begged for my cock like a bitch in heat? The all put together Larissa Weems is nothing but a desperate slut for me. No one else can fuck you the way I can. No one knows that you love to be ass up, face down as I pound your cunt” you teased happily manhandling the woman to be in the exact position you know she craves. “Fucking leaking all over the sheets. Good thing we both know that only I can give you what you need. Your mine aren’t you?” You let the head of the faux dick rub along her slit occasionally bumping her clit. The moment your hand roughly connects with the soft globe of her ass she immediately moans. “Filthy girl, tell me whose you are” you grunted fighting the urge to bury yourself in her awaiting core.

“Daddy’s! Yours just please fuck-“ she whimpered feeling the burn and stretch in some areas as you sunk into her pussy effortlessly. "You would look so good with my children baby” you grunted settling into a lethal pace, your fingers were gripping her hips so tightly there was a hundred percent guarantee of bruises remaining for days. Not that either of you minded. “Want daddy to finally breed her girl? Show everyone you’re mine by carrying my baby? Hmm? I’d fill you up so good darling every night until you finally grow round with our baby like a good little breeding bitch.”

The brutal sounds of skin slapping into one another accompanied by the most sinful sounds clawing their way from her throat was the only encouragement you needed. “Bet my dirty girl would love that. God baby you feel so good around me. This pretty pussy is just made to take me. God you take me so well” you granted with the force of your thrusts bringing a hand to her hair to pull her back to your chest. “Daddy oh fuck” she mewled, the change of position caused your dick to reach deeper than before, “please” she whined feeling the coil in her stomach tightening once more.

“Cum for me baby, show me how good only I can make you feel” you plead with her while letting her hair go and moving your hand to find her sensitive bundle of nerves to give her that last push over the edge. The way she cums for you, the noises she makes as you watch her ride each and every wave you provide is enough to send you hurtling over the edge as well. Slowing your thrusts down to drag out every inch of pleasure for you both as the woman underneath you is clearly spent. Her voice is hoarse from all the noise she made as she took everything you offered on a plate. With an ease only she could provide. Only Larissa could do this for you. To calm your irrational jealousy in the best ways. “mm stay” you heard her mumble into the pillows as her hand reached back for you. And you knew she craved the connection as much as you do. “I’m yours. I’m here baby” you whisper pressing sweet kisses onto her sweat covered neck.

Only when she was ready did you get the wet rag to clean her glistening folds gently murmuring praises to the overly sensitive woman. The switch from insanely jealous to caring and loving was instant for you. This woman was yours. But you also care for everything that’s yours so deeply that Larissa would get only the best aftercare from you. Your now quiet, stated mind allowing you to devote your full attention to the principal. You would die for this woman and she would die for you too. “Baby? what can I do for you?” Your whispered words caused her to smile slightly allowing you to adjust her to be lying comfortably on the bed. “Come here sweetheart, I just want to feel you” she murmured opening her arms for you to settle on her bare chest, her heart beating for you only being all could hear. Together as one the whole night seemed to blur together as you both drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

Word count~ 2372

[billieandreneeswife]

Old lover part 2

Here she was standing in the room the feeling of everyone's emotions hit her like a train it was as if a hand was pulling her down into the wood flooring.

"Mom." A faint voice call out but she was stuck in a trance staring into the dark brown eyes

"Mom?" Still no response came from Eclipsa

"Mom!" That's when the damn broke Eclipsa finally came back to her senses a choked out sound came from her throat as she felt the last of the air leave her lungs. She felt her body heat up her temperature slowly getting warmer and that could cause her power's to out burst.

She felt strong arms wrap around her torso softly rocking her back and forth as one hand played with her hair. She took a deep inhale smelling the scent of the person who was holding her, a wave of jasmine and sandalwood along with a tiny hit of vanilla over took her senses

Eclipsa knew who it was as soon as the person touched her but smelling her brot back memories. "Oh Morticia if only you knew how much I still love you" she thought. Squeezing Morticia and barring her head deeper into the women's chest she took a deep inhale and excited softly, causing the taller women to chuckle.

As they pulled apart Eclipsa felt a whine bubble in her throat. She felt calm but the pit of dread still sat in her abdomen, her body felt cooler but not back to her regular cold temperature that settled on her skin.

Taking a deep inhale in she grabbed her daughter's soft cold hands and brought them over on the black leather couch.

"I'm quite sorry everyone for my little episode that just happened a few seconds ago sometimes they just happen to appear out of nowhere." Eclipsa smiled clearly embarrassed

"It's quite fine Ms. Desjardins everyone has a little accident some times." Smiled principal weems

"Now you are here to transfer your daughter Clémence Desjardins to our wonderful school correct?"

"Yes I want her to learn about her powers even more and how to fully use them."

A loud laugh escaped through the principals mouth at what Eclipsa said "Forgive me Ms. Desjardins but aren't you one of the most well known witches in the magic world, and we also don't have a teacher who is supposed to teach about black magic or other things, most of parents send the children to Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies, so your out of luck here."

A deadly glare was sent at the principal for what she said even Morticia was taken back by what Larissa said, yes her pass lover is a well known witch in their world but Eclipsa is a very busy woman with barely any time to spend with her daughter, how in the world would she have the time to tran her daughter even more though Morticia.

A forced smile made it's way on Eclipsa's lips as she thought over Weems words.

"Well excuse me but I would have thought a busy person like you would understand my struggles for not having time to be with love one's, how wait you don't have any."

The cocky smile left Larissa's lips as she heard the worlds of what Eclipsa said to her. Meanwhile Morticia smirked as she heard the sharp words that left Eclipsa's mouth and the look on Larissa's face, it brought back good memories of when the two would bicker over little thing's, and one of the reasons why she feel hard for Eclipsa.

[h-doodles]

SO TRUE AND SO REAL <3 <3 <3

I need more Larissa x Marilyn content. 🥹

[jenna0rtega27]

Hey could you do a g!p Enid x g!p Wednesday and fem reader smut where the Enid and Wednesday get jealous because reader what talking to a boy and not them with lots of after care pls :))

You belong to us

Thank you for asking

18+

Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair x F!Reader/vampire

Summary: Request

Warning: Wednesday g!p, Enid g!p, threesome, smut, blowjob, penetration, jealousy, mention of Xavier, dom!Wednesday, dom!Enid, sub!Reader

Number of words : 2280

Masterlist

3rd person POV: Y/n reads her book lying on her bed. It is currently 7 a.m. and the young vampire is waiting for her two roommates to wake up. Being a vampire, Y/n never sleeps. Her two roommates are Enid Sinclair and Wednesday Addams. The two girls have been a couple for a few months now. After the murders of Joseph Crackston and Marilyn Thornhill, Wednesday and Enid became a couple after returning to school. Fortunately for them, the school was brand new when they returned.

But unfortunately for Y/n, she has feelings for both girls. But since they are a couple, then she didn't say anything. And she is also the only one who knows their secret. They both have a cock. She caught them fucking in the bathroom. To say she was jealous is an understatement. Seeing them sleep every night in the same bed sticks. Y/n would have liked to be with them. But she knows that will never happen to her.

The young vampire continues reading when she hears someone moaning loudly. She knows without looking that it’s Enid. The young werewolf gets up from her bed.

“Good morning Y/n. » Enid says happily and gives Y/n a kiss on the cheek. Y/n blushes but remains calm so as not to let Enid notice anything. Enid always did her with Y/n. Every morning she received a kiss on the cheek from Enid. And she blushed every time. And strangely, Wednesday didn't seem jealous because she didn't say anything. Or maybe she's making a plan to kill Y/n.

“Good morning Enid. » Y/n responds, smiling slightly and returning to her book.

After 5 minutes of reading, Y/n hears mouth noises. Like two people kissing. She turns her head slightly and sure enough, Enid and Wednesday kiss. They are sideways so Y/n can see everything. Wednesday opens her eyes to make eye contact with Y/n. Y/n holds her breath unable to look at anything other than Wednesday's eyes staring at her. To tease the young vampire, Wednesday adds her tongue to the kiss, still staring at Y/n. Enid moaned slightly. Y/n would love to join them in fucking each other. After a few more seconds, Enid stops herself.

Enid goes to change in the bathroom and Wednesday stays in her place with a smirk on her face. Then, Wednesday also goes to change and comes out 1 minute later.

“Okay, let’s eat before we’re late for class.” » Enid says and Wednesday nods. Enid is about to open the door but notices that Y/n remains in her bed with her book. “Are you coming Y/n?” »

“Oh no go ahead I didn’t do that anyway. » Y/n replies with a small smile.

" All right. » Said Enid and she leaves the room. Wednesday looks at Y/n with an emotionless look.

“If you don't come and eat in 5 minutes, I will kill you in your sleep and feed your flesh to the pigs and use your bones as weapons. » Said Wednesday and leaves the room without letting Y/n say anything.

Y/n huffs and changes. She doesn't want to make Wednesday angry. But she doesn't understand why Wednesday acts like this. Y/n has the impression that the young girl with the black braids cares about the young vampire. But Y/n can't think like that, because Wednesday doesn't like her. She only loves herself and Enid.

Once changed, Y/n leaves the room and heads towards the stairs. Once down the stairs, she walks towards a table. Arriving at a table, someone grabs her forearm, she turns around and finds herself face to face with Xavier Thorpe.

Xavier has always loved Y/n. He's made lots of attempts to go out with Y/n and go on a date with her but he always gets turned down.

Xavier lets go of Y/n’s arm and moves a little closer to her. Y/n rolls her eyes.

“Please Y/n. Let me ask you out on a date. I promise you won't regret it. » Said Xavier with sparkling eyes.

Y/n was once again going to refuse Xavier's request but before she can say it, she sees Wednesday and Enid staring at her in the distance. Enid has the exit claws and looks like she's ready to slit Xavier's throat. And Wednesday has a look that sends chills down your spine. Her arms remain alongside her body and she does not blink. Y/n literally got goosebumps.

" Kiss Me. »

" I beg your pardon? »

“Kiss me Xavier, I accept your date. »

Xavier smiles with pride and places his hands on Y/n's cheeks.

“I promise you won’t regret it.” » Said Xavier and immediately places his lips on Y/n's.

The young vampire closes her eyes and wants to vomit. But before the kiss can go any further, Y/n feels a tug which causes her to withdraw from Xavier's hold. The person pulling her holds her wrist hard which hurts her. Y/n looks up and sees that it’s Wednesday dragging her and sees Enid walking right next to her with her claws still out.

“Ouch Wednesday you’re hurting me!” » Y/n complains but Wednesday puts even more pressure on Y/n's wrist.

“Enid goes to the principal and finds a way to make us miss class. » Orders Wednesday monotonously. Enid nods and leaves for the principal's office.

Arriving at the room, Wednesday closes the door and pushes Y/n onto her bed. She lays Y/n on her back and straddles her thighs.

“For the very first time in my entire life, I felt jealous. I never had that feeling with Enid. » Wednesday said through gritted teeth. “You are ours, do you understand? » Y/n nods not knowing what to say or do. “I said do you understand? » Wednesday repeats with a deeper voice and cupping Y/n's jaw.

" Yes I understood. » Y/n replies and she already feels herself getting wet.

“Me and Enid wanted to fuck you so bad. But we weren't sure so we didn't do anything. But when I saw you watching me kiss Enid, my cock got hard. » Y/n can't believe this is happening today. She's wanted Enid and Wednesday all to herself for so long and now her dream is coming true. “Are you ok for me and Enid to fuck you.” » asks Wednesday. Y/n nods. “I want words Cara Mia. » Wednesday adds, caressing Y/n's cheek with her index finger.

“Yes you can fuck me. » Y/n replies almost in a whisper and looks at Wednesday's lips before returning to her eyes. A smirk appeared on Wednesday's face. She leans down and gently places her lips on the vampire's. Y/n moaned at the coldness of young Addams' lips. She didn't expect them to be cold.

Wednesday takes her hand and puts it in Y/n's pants but without going into her panties and slowly caresses her pussy and can feel all the wetness.

“You’re so wet.” » Wednesday said, pulling away from Y/n's lips and smirking.

Enid enters the room and goes to the bed where the girls are already there.

“Hey don’t start without me.” » Enid said, pouting.

“Come here Cara Mia. » Wednesday said without breaking eye contact with Y/n. Enid immediately walks over to the bed and lies down next to Y/n and Wednesday.

“When I saw Xavier kiss you I wanted to slit his throat with my claws. » Enid says as the anger returns and her claws come out.

“Calm down Cara Mia. Now Y/n is with us and we're going to show her who she belongs to. » Wednesday responds and gently kisses Enid to calm her down while remaining straddling Y/n's thighs.

Enid calms down and smiles wickedly as she pulls away from the kiss. “Yeah we’ll show you who you belong to Y/n L/n.” And you certainly don't belong to this Xavier Thorpe. »

Y/n gulped. She had never seen Enid react like that before. But she was so wet that all she wants is to be fucked.

Wednesday moves off of Y/n's thighs to lay down next to her to leave her in the middle. Enid grabs Y/n’s jaw and turns her to kiss her. Y/n moaned slightly. Compare to Wednesday's, Enid's lips are warm and warm.

Meanwhile, Wednesday places her lips on Y/n's neck and kisses her gently. She runs her hands over Y/n's clothed body. After a few seconds, Wednesday begins to suck on Y/n's neck. The vampire moans and Enid takes the opportunity to enter her tongue into Y/n's mouth.

The goth unbuttons Y/n’s uniform without leaving her neck. Once removed, Wednesday can see Y/n's black bra and it makes her harden at the sight. Y/n has small breasts. Which is perfect for Wednesday.

The girl with black braids takes off Y/n's bra and sees her nipples harden from the cold. She cups one breast and places her lips on the other. She just sucks gently and massages the other one. Y/n continues to moan into Enid's mouth and places her hand on Wednesday's back.

Enid also takes off her uniform and bra. Wednesday does the same thing. Y/n almost drools seeing the two people she loves the most undressing in front of her.

“Do you like what you see? » Enid teases with a smirk.

" Such. » Y/n cups one of Enid's breasts and massages it. Enid moaned slightly.

Wednesday kisses all over Y/n's body as she moves down to find herself between Y/n's legs. She gently removes Y/n's pants and she is now in panties. The goth moans at the wet stain that ends up on the y/h/c girl's panties.

Wednesday sticks her tongue out and licks the fabric. Y/n moans and wraps her legs around Wednesday's head. The girl looks up with a deadly stare.

“You close your legs again, I’ll fuck you until you fall asleep. Understood? » Said Wednesday holding Y/n's legs

“Yes, understood. » Y/n replies, nodding. Seeing Wednesday like this with her is a real spectacle.

Wednesday removes Y/n's panties and without warning, she licks a large stripe from the hole to her clit. She moans at the taste and Y/n moans when Wednesday touches her clit with her warm tongue. Goth continues to make great bands.

Enid takes off her pants and boxers. Y/n moaned seeing how big and thick Enid's cock was.

" Open the mouth. » Enid orders and Y/n does exactly as she is told. She opens her mouth wide and Enid enters his cock in her mouth. Y/n closes her mouth and sucks Enid’s cock. She takes the base of the cock with her hand and continues to suck.

Wednesday stops eating Y/n and takes off her pants and boxers too. She leans over Y/n and positions her cock so it's on Y/n's vagina. She collects the y/h/c girl's juice and slowly enters her. Y/n moaned at Wednesday's size. The goth begins to sink into her slowly so as not to hurt her. And once she’s fully in, she waits for Y/n to adapt to the size. After a few seconds, Y/n moves her hips to tell Wednesday she's ready. Wednesday how to move back and thrust into Y/n.

Y/n moans but continues to suck Enid who manages to move her hips back and forth to help Y/n. She puts her hand in Y/n’s hair to make her move her head.

Wednesday still gets up while fucking Y/n and stands on her hands. With one hand, she cups Enid's jaw and turns her head to kiss her.

Y/n became a complete mess underneath Wednesday.

" I'm near. » Y/n cries with Enid's cock in her mouth and cries at the feeling of getting closer and at the pleasure she is having.

Wednesday pulls away from the kiss and looks at Y/n. “Wait a little longer, Cara Mia. » Wednesday orders and fucks Y/n even faster. She puts one of Y/n’s legs on her shoulder to help her go faster. Y/n moans so loud that some students can definitely hear her.

“You’re ours okay? I never want to see you kiss Xavier or anyone else again because you are ours and no one else's included. » Enid says as she fucks Y/n's mouth faster as she feels herself coming too.

" Yes I understand. I am yours and no one else. » Y/n replies with tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Good girls Cara Mia. You can cum now. » Wednesday continues to fuck Y/n at a crazy speed and adds her fingers making quick circles on her clit to help her come.

Y/n moans and cums on Wednesday's cock. Wednesday slows down but continues to fuck her to help her high. Enid cums in Y/n's mouth which makes them both moan. Y/n swallows and Wednesday also cums inside Y/n which makes everyone moan again.

Wednesday slowly pulls out and Y/n moans emptily. The goth lays down next to Y/n and Enid lays down on the other side of the y/h/c girl.

“Do you want to be our girlfriend Y/n?” » Wednesday asks, stroking Y/n's stomach with her nails. “Yes I want to be your girlfriend. » Y/n replies with a tired smile.

The two girls smile with happiness. “Go to sleep my love, we’ll be there when you wake up. » Enid says and gives Y/n a kiss on the lips.

“Sleep well Cara Mia. I hope you have a pleasant nightmare. » Wednesday adds and gives Y/n a kiss too. The vampire laughs softly at Wednesday's sweet words and falls asleep peacefully between her two girlfriends. And without disappointing Wednesday, Y/n had lots of sweet dreams of her two wonderful girlfriends.

She can't believe that all she had to do was make them jealous.

[goddessfloresz]

Her Recovery p1.

ONESHOT ❦︎ (very) [OC] FemReader x Larissa Weems

��° Reader is named Florere Dulcie since I dislike using Y/N when writing. 😓

" 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚢? "

Being part of the Nevermore Family has unleashed something inside of you. The fear of being judged for expressing yourself was washed away once you had taken a step into the academy. For the first time in your life during your early-thirty's, you felt the freedom of expression you had ever so craved for. Being a professor means having the advantage of wearing anything that came into mind, of course it would need to be appropriate for teaching.

It took some time for you to adjust into Nevermore. The first week was quite a hassle since you already had a lot in your hands.. To moving in the teachers dorms, to organizing your class schedule, to designing your classroom, to decide what lessons you would be teaching for the curriculum, gosh there was too many to even decide! Welcome to the career you chose, I guess.. If only you weren't five foot two tall then you would've pursued modeling that kept calling out for your name. And here you are pursuing the job of teaching, to be able to at least inspire youngsters. But the main reason was.. you missed your daughter. You missed taking care of her, missing the presence of a child. In fact, you never thrown out a single picture of your daughter. Why couldn't you call your ex-husband if you're child-deprived? You couldn't, of course. You left your child's life without oh so suddenly.. and probably you were the villain in their eyes, so why would you bother to even try? Having this motherly instinct led you to Nevermore Academy to teach with passion. No wonder the students had immediately added you to their favorites list.

..Feeling as if Nevermore was your home.

You were plain, nothing special looked on you, you were 'normal' when you first set foot into Nevermore for the job interview. The observant principal took notice of how you drastically changed into this 'fashionista' that the staff and students had called you, because of basically how you had started to literally turn Nevermore into your fashion show. There was not a single day that you didn't capture anyone's attention..

There was just something about printed leopard clothing that set your heart ablaze, it was as if it was made just for you to wear. Especially the fur coats that you'd always love to wear during seasonal winters. Not to mention, you'd always have an eye for vintage fashion. You even made sure your hair had the style of Hedy Lamarr, an iconic Hollywood actress. It took almost six months of working in Nevermore to bring this celebrity or rather.. outcast out of you.

..And that made Larissa feel nothing more than proud of you because of your improvement.

Compliments never failed to make you flattered no matter how many times you've had received it from your students and faculty staff. It has been six months working under Nevermore, and it already feels like you know this place like the palm of your hand. This Academy was full of secrets waiting for their discovery and you were more than proud to figure out just that. But working for Nevermore also has its ups and downs.. For example; The murder of Rowan, one of the Academy's students. Gosh.. it never failed to give your skin goosebumps just from the thought of it. You were always late by the news of on-going happenings inside the school grounds, only being updated when your co-workers talk about certain topics. Plus, the fact that Wednesday Addams never failed to make the principal's blood boil.

Just as you thought everything chaotic was dying down, you were so wrong.

..Here you are, visiting Principal Weems's quarters in Jericho's Hospital for the third time in a week. Praying to the deities that she'll recover from the hell she just had experienced. If only that darn Marilyn Thornhill was caught earlier. You were worried like it was the end of the world when you had miraculously arrived just on time because of some rising voices inside the botany teacher's room. Greeted by the fact that the Principal's mouth was foaming, with her body fully paralyzed from whatever injected serum was stabbed on her.

If only.. if only you were not the type of woman who would shy away from their love interest. Then you would've spent more time with the apple of your eyes..

It as was if you regretted every single decision you made to avoid Larissa in any way because you simply had feelings for her. The whole semester was on pause because of this certain situation.. like how the whole academy stopped functioning for a certain while. Just as if you were sulking the fact of your awful decisions in life, blaming yourself in every possible way. You stopped on your tracks when the door to the principal's hospital room was half open. Taking a small peek before completely opening it, you couldn't believe your eyes that your co-workers had arrived and gathered before you.

Your eyes widen a bit when you heard a particular voice, none other than belonging to Principal Weems herself. Talking amongst the crowd almost sorroundings her bed.. Thank the heavens above for being able to hear your goddess's voice once again!

" Ah, Miss Florere, you've arrived just in time! " One of your co-workers welcomed your arrival with open arms. All heads turning unto you as you stood frozen still unto the door frame, including the head of a particular blonde. Your eyes immediately landing on eachother, taking note of her pale and natural look.. " You're more than welcome to come in, Miss 'Dulcie'. " The maiden name of your mother immediately snapped you back unto reality. You almost totally forgot that you had changed your complete identity when you decided to use your mother's maiden name than use the 'Gustavo' name. And gosh.. the way Larissa almost held you in chokehold by simply tapping her tongue to pronounce your name. This woman will surely be the death of you someday..

" Of course.. " you replied with a stutter as the blush on your cheeks grew and stepped a foot inside as you closed the door from behind. The atmosphere was comfortable and cheerful, despite the gloomy background still being there. But set that aside, everyone was here for the principal's quick recovery after all. It honestly surprised you because you almost saw her die before your eyes..

This certain situation made you feel at ease and relief now that Larissa's health has been stabilized.

Watching everyone talk comfortably to Principal Weems made you unable to contain that smile. Making your heart swell as you listened attentively on their conversations. " Regarding the second semester, please notify the students that it'll be postponed until further notice. We must prioritize the students mental health recovery from everything that has happened within the school grounds. " Her strong British accent quickly making anyone listen inside the room. Gosh.. this woman had just woken up from slumber and already thought about a strategy regarding the schools administrations? What is she even doing during her sleep, work? But not to mention, it was still pretty impressive. As expected from Principal Weems herself..

" Oh set the responsibilities aside, Principal Weems! Please.. focus on your recovery also. " A sentence that made almost everyone nodding their head, " Not to mention.. Miss Florere here got everything under control when you were gone. " Your co-worker said with a smile as all eyes were on you for the credits. You couldn't help but giggle slightly before replying, " Oh please.. Its not much of a big deal. I just made sure to send each of the student's parents some letter regarding the incident. Explaining everything they needed to know and give some reassurances on their child's education inside Nevermore Academy.. " You couldn't help but glance at Larissa who seems to have a pleasing smile and seeming to notice the way her tense body relaxed.

" Not to mention, Miss Florere here made sure to bring you some flowers everyday. "

" It's the least I could do.. " You couldn't help but mutter shyly as you lowered your gaze on all the credits you've received. Unknowingly that all of the little things were noticed by the staff and we're exposed to the Principal itself. Larissa couldn't help but grow her smile more, seemingly applauding you silently as you felt her gaze bore unto you. But her gaze quickly returned when conversations seem to spark again.. and there you were behind the crowd, flattered by all the credits you had received.

As time passes by, the nurse had came in the room to remind the dear visitors about the curfew regarding visiting hours. Which made that gloomy atmosphere somehow seep in upon the reminder.. It was honestly a hard thought that you would be leaving this woman all alone for the sake of recovery. After few more conversations, the staff had decided it would be best to leave earlier to avoid some scolding from the medical health workers. You were the last to leave.. making you stop on your tracks once again when you heard Larissa's voice from behind.

" Professor Dulcie.. for a moment? " The only woman who called you by your mother's maiden name.

" Yes? " You turned around, breath immediately hitching as you made eye contact with her beautiful blue orbs.

" Would you fetch me my laptop? And perhaps other things like.. anything that could cure my boredom during my recovery. Could you bring my items tomorrow evening? " Her voice ever so gentle and soft, making you almost immediately melt on the spot.

" Of course.. anything for you, Principal Weems. " The last sentence was totally unplanned, it came out of your mouth automatically. Was this the effect by being under her gaze?

In which, Larissa responded with a giggle. Making your eyes slightly widen from realization of what you had just said. Gosh you are more than exposing yourself! But my gosh.. her giggle was beautiful too, almost making you weak on your knees. You wished you could hear it everyday..

" I'll take note of that, Professor. " She replied with that pearly whites of hers.

That certain interaction replayed in your head, because you were sure that her reply had a hint of playfulness. Or where you just being delusional? But oh well.. this was it. The start of getting to know Larissa, and aim for establishing a friendship with her. After all that happened in a blink of an eye? That you almost lost the source of your heart beat? You were now firm with your decision to establish a friendship with the Principal of Nevermore Academy. Or possibly.. even more than friends.

In fact, you couldn't sleep last night. Larissa's reply kept ringing into your head like a bell.. it was the reason behind your sleepless night. You were certainly aware that you were acting like a complete teenager girl fan girling over some 'stupid' crush. But oh dearest Larissa was more than 'just a crush'. She was your muse, your goddess.. you are so in love. And you aren't denying it anymore.

You carefully gathered everything essential unto the desk of the principal. Her laptop, her documents, her notebook and pen, the clothes and hairpins she needed once she got fully healed, her hygiene kit, and.. her signature red lipstick? Of course, you thought that it would be better to bring it. Since you've barely seen her never wear the red lipstick, thinking that every woman has her comfort, and the red lipstick was exactly what you think Larissa needed. You couldn't help but feel something was missing.. but you were also sure you've gotten everything important. You shrugged that thought off immediately when you've checked every stuff needed, and packed it into this large leather bag of yours. You wouldn't be bothered if you left it into the possession of Larissa. As you said.. you would do anything for this woman.

•••

The Principal's face lit up once you've finally showed up into the hospital quarters.

" I've got everything. " You tried not show how nervous you actually were. Because you were unsure if you even got the essential things she requested and needed.

" Thank you so much, dear. " You couldn't help but blush at the pet name, as you basically helped set up the laptop on her bed desk. Seeming to notice that she was way more lively than usual.. it seems like she's recovering real well. Which made you unable to hide your smile at that thought, because that's exactly what you were wishing for.

As silence crept in, you hesitated for a moment to start a conversation as Larissa was now focused on turning on her laptop. Staring at her signature red lipstick inside the bag, you were practically fighting demons inside of you to make such a decision that took so much courage..

" I don't think the principal would survive without her red lipstick.. " You cracked a joke as you showed her, her signature red lipstick. Larissa couldn't help but raise a brow as she looked at you, but the moment she layed eyes on her lipstick she couldn't help but smile ear to ear.

" Hm? How did you know? " The blonde replied to your joke with a giggle, seeming to ride with your joke. You couldn't help but giggle in reply too, handing her the red lipstick as the blush on your cheeks grew.

" My dear professor.. I can't apply my lipstick without a without a mirror. " Larissa said as she opened her lipstick, her gaze running back to you. " Oh right! I think I got it..- Oh. " You immediately turned around to clutter inside the bag over nothing. So that's what you were missing, a mirror.

" I-I'm sorry, Principal Weems.. I don't think I have brought any- "

" Can you help me put it on? "

" ..What? "

" What I meant is.. May you please kindly help me apply the lipstick, Professor? "

𝙰/𝙽: Soo, this chapter is almost inspired by a fanfiction I've red in AO3, I've sadly forgotten the title and name of the author.. Hope you enjoyed this one! Honestly speaking; I discontinued this due to academics work load.. it was supposed to be a full available book in Wattpad. And I can't find the right time to do it sadly.

[morgana-larkin]

Mwahahaha hi I’m back to test your limits. I LOVED Want You Back sooo much. Can I request an alternate ending tho?? Where Mel apologizes and we’re like “oh cool thank u but I can’t believe u were willing to throw away a long term relationship without even talking ab it or letting me explain idk if I can trust u again what if something else triggers u and u just run away without making room for a conversation” and she’s like o shit ur right idk I promise never to do it again and we’re like idk bro u kinda broke my trust. And then BOOM. Sad ending. Maybe we fuck first and then decide in the end that we don’t wanna get back together w her. MWAHAHAHA

🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️. So I’ll be honest, I started writing this thinking there’ll be a whole lot of angst, turns out it only starts with angst then just becomes sad. I don’t know where it came from but apparently my brain deemed heartbreak, so I was like “ok brain” and just went with it. It starts off a bit before the smut part in the original. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I got more prompts I’m getting through, you can keep sending them and I’m adding Marilyn Thornhill to the list of characters I write for.

Ti amo - I love you

Original

Want You Back - Alternate Ending

Warnings: Alright where to start *checks notes*… angst and no comfort, no fluff, sad Mel, brief car accident mention, just angst and fluff, no happy ending, smut, good luck

Words: 4.1k

“Then what are you apologising for?”

“For 6 years ago, making a big mistake.”

“Wha-”

“I read your note.” She says, cutting you off. “I should have listened to you but I was just so angry that I couldn’t think.” She tells you and looks at you with guilt. “The real reason I said no to Gary is because I didn’t want to be with him because I still have feelings for you. And I felt so guilty about how I reacted and I unblocked your number when I got home after reading your note and read all the texts and I wanted to find you or contact you but I had no way of doing that.” And a few tears slip down her cheeks.

“I haven’t moved on, you know. I’ve forgiven you for that night but I haven’t gotten over you.” You say and Melissa is looking at you with wide puffy eyes. “I tried, I ended up living with a girlfriend for a year. But then she broke up with me when she wanted more and I didn’t. Said I was emotionally unavailable. Which I guess is true, you can’t develop big feelings for someone if your heart belongs to someone else.” You said and the look on Melissa’s face said it all.

“Who does your heart belong too?”

“You.” Melissa sucked in a breath. “When I saw you standing there in the break room after 6 years, I couldn’t believe it, and you still look beautiful and stunning.” She let out an airy laugh.

“You as well, you still look so damn beautiful. My heart belongs to you too.” Melissa then gets up and walks over to you and crouches next to you and holds your hand and you look down at her. “I want to be with you again, if you’ll have me.” She asks and you look at her.

A few tears slip down your face and you look away. “I do want to be with you again Mel but I can’t.” You tell her and she looks at you with wide eyes.

“What do you mean?” She asks, still full of hope that you’ll take her back.

“I mean I can’t.” You tell her and look at her. “You sacrificed a happy relationship and didn’t even think about anything or let me explain. You read my note and that’s when you finally knew you fucked up. If you let me explain that night then we might still be happily together now.” You tell her and she looks down at the floor with guilt. The hope she had fading away the more you talk. She brings your hand to her mouth and kisses it. She puts her other hand on yours and has yours in between both of hers.

“Please, let me make it up to you. I’ll do anything.” She says with tears running down her face and choking on her words.

“I really want to Mel, truly. But could you promise me that what happened won’t happen again? Can you promise that you won’t ever blow up at me and break up with me without letting me explain. I do love how passionate you are and how jealous you can be. It’s very sexy.” You tell her and you put your other hand on her cheek and wipe away her tears, she leans into your touch. “But you chose to let your jealousy take over instead of your love for me that night.” You tell her and she nods with a bunch of tears on her face.

“I’m so sorry y/n.” She tells you and she’s full on crying now. You get up and lean down to hug her. She grips onto you and puts her head on your shoulder and continues crying on you.

“I know Mel, I know.” You tell her and you rub her back soothingly. After a few minutes she calms down and leans her head on your chest near your heart.

“I really fucked up. If I were you, I wouldn’t forgive me either.” She tells you.

“I told you I forgive you Mel, but I didn’t forget. I need to protect my heart.” You tell her and she nods. Then an idea pops into your head. “When we get out of here, maybe we both need closure.” You tell her and she blinks a few times before she understands what you mean and lifts her head up.

“Are you saying we should have sex one last time?” She asks and you nod.

“It’s ok if you say no, it’s just a thought.” You tell her and she wipes away her tears.

“I like that idea.” She tells you and you nod.

“Ok, your place after school or mine?” You ask.

“Mine.” She tells you and you nod. Melissa moves to lean against a wall, legs up and arms around them, hugging herself. You on the other hand went to lean against the door. Legs up but head back on the door. “You shouldn’t have your weight on it in 2 hours or you’ll fall when they open it.” She tells you and you look at her.

“I know.” You tell her. “I’ll move before they do.” You say, except you fall asleep and you do indeed fall back when they open it. Fall back with a “ah.” Splayed on the floor with everyone looking at you. Melissa slowly moves her head to look at you.

“I told you not to lean all your weight on it.” She tells you.

“Ya ya.” You tell her and you get up and then tell them all a good night and walk to your car.

Barb looks to you leaving then to Melissa who’s still curled up on the floor. She walks over to her and bends down, Melissa shakes her head, fresh tears coming down her face. Barb wraps an arm around her shoulders and rubs the shoulder furthest from her. “She said she forgave me for that night but said she can’t get back together with me. She said she has to protect her heart.” She says through sobs.

“I’m so sorry Melissa.” Barb says and everyone looks at her with sorry expressions.

“I understand, I made a huge mistake that night that I shouldn’t have. I mean I should have let her explain why that guy was kissing her but I didn’t. I mean he forced it on her and she was trapped and what did I do? I didn’t protect her, instead I yelled at her and broke up with her.” Melissa says, so much guilt that she carries.

“Melissa, you had no idea it was forced on her.” Barb says. “I mean you were at the table when she went to get the drinks. You didn’t see anything except the kiss.”

“I know but I loved her, I still do. I should have let her explain. I mean she tried but I kept pushing her off, I’m such an idiot.” She says and cries again, this time on Barb. The others decide to leave to let them have privacy. And honestly they’re shocked, they were hoping Melissa would have a happy ending and they’ve never seen her cry before.

After a few minutes Melissa calms down then gets off Barb and wipes her cheeks to get the tear stains off. Barb lets her go and they both get up, Melissa wipes her pants to get the dust off and sniffles a bit.

“Do you want me to come over tonight? Keep you company.” Barb offers but Melissa immediately declines.

“No, I just want to be alone tonight.” She ain’t gonna tell Barb the real reason she’s declining, she might not understand it.

“Ok, but call or text me if you need anything, ok?” Barb says and Melissa nods her head. Barb helps guide Melissa to her car and watches as she drives out of the parking lot before she gets in her car to go home.

Once Melissa gets to her place, she sees your car in her driveway and you still in your car. She pulls up next to you and you see her. You both get out and you walk inside to the house. You look around while Melissa gets wine. She comes out with your favourite red wine and 2 glasses while you’re still looking around. After all, you did live here when you were together, and it changed a lot. First of all there was plastic on the couch again and you roll your eyes at that. There was more family pictures up, she must have done it when you took your pictures off the wall. And there was more on the table, behind the couch, you walk over and pick up one and look at it.

“You kept it.” You told her and she walks up and sees the one you meant, even though she already knew. It was you and her on your first anniversary, you took her to a Philly game and she asked you to move in and it happened on the same day. You were dressed up in your Philly gear and you were hugging her with a bunch of boxes behind you. You both had huge smiles on your faces. You looked at it and remembered the day, like it was yesterday, and a tear slips down your face. You put it down and you turn to her. You see her with the 2 glasses and your favourite wine, you can’t believe she remembers.

“Of course I kept it. It was one of the happiest days of my life.” She says and walks to sit on the couch.

“I see you also put the plastic back on the couch.” You tell her with an eye roll.

“Obviously, you’re the reason I took it off. So since you weren’t here to complain, I put it back on.” She says and you smile and walk over to sit down beside her.

“Are you sure you want this Mel?” You ask her and she does a big breath in and out.

“Ya, I think we both need this.” She tells you and you nod and you take the offered glass of wine. You think that maybe you’ll be able to trust her again and might get back together but for now, you both need closure.

You both down the drinks quickly and then you stop. You don’t want to be tipsy or drunk so you’d remember this. Melissa then gets up and holds her hands out for you to take with a soft smile. You take her hands and she pulls you up. She then guides you to her bedroom and closes the door behind you. She brings you to the bed and pushes you on it then crawls on top of you, knowing you like the view. She then leans down and kisses you and you grab her head to push her down more to kiss her harder.

You run your fingers through her beautiful locks of orange hair, admiring how it feels as you kiss her. You then gently start scratching and rubbing her scalp and she begins moaning. You smirk, remembering what drives her to make the noises you love to hear. Melissa feels the smirk and pulls back to look at you. “Being cheeky are we?” She asks and you nod proudly. Melissa smiles at you then goes down to kiss your neck. She really wants to suck and do small bites on your neck but she doesn’t know how you’d feel about it and you’re not hers anymore.

“You can leave 2 hickeys.” You tell her, somehow knowing exactly what she was thinking. “As long as they’re on the side enough for my hair to cover them.” You tell her and she moves your hair out of the way and goes to your neck and starts sucking. You gasp and buck your hips under her and Melissa smiles as she keeps sucking, wanting to make sure they stay there for at least 3-4 days.

You take her shirt off and you stare at her chest and stomach. You then feel her all over with your hands, on her chest, on her stomach, all over her back. When trying to feel her back, the bra gets in the way and you unclip it quickly. You take her bra off and push her back as she was kissing your neck. You look at her breasts again and you always remembered how amazingly full they are. You put your hands on them and squeeze them, you run your hands all over them and then you look at her. Melissa can tell what you want and she scoots up a bit then leans down so you can put her nipple in your mouth.

You’re still able to have a hand on her boob while your mouth is on the nipple and you’re loving it. After having a few one night stands and a couple relationships, all with smaller breasts, you love having a big chest to touch and look at. Melissa knows how much you loved her breasts when you were together, she let you have however long you wanted with her chest when you were together and she’s going to do that again right now. “Take your time and touch them all you want baby, I don’t mind.” She tells you and you hum and nod. You take your time swirling your tongue around the nipples and sucking on the skin, leaving hickeys on her boobs.

She then pulls you shirt off when you pull back and she runs her hands all over you. She unclips your bra and takes it off and runs her hands all over your chest and cups your boobs. She always loved your smaller chest, she’s able to fit the whole boob in her hand, a perfect handful. She then leans down and sucks and licks the nipple, knowing it gets you very wet. Your neck and your breasts she knows are the most sensitive on you and it gets you wet very quickly.

She then trails down your stomach with kisses and stops where the top of your skirt is. She always loved when you wore skirts, easy and quick access, especially since you loved flowy skirts instead of skin tight pencil skirts. She looks at you and you nod, then she pulls your underwear down and off of you. She takes a look at you in nothing but a skirt on, a cute skirt as well.

She then spreads your legs and sticks her head under your skirt. She places kisses on your thighs, trailing up and down until you're whining and begging. Then she places a kiss on your clit and licks a strip up your entrance. You moan as you feel her hot tongue on your entrance and going up to lick your entire pussy. She licks your pussy a few times before she goes to your entrance and sticks her tongue in. You gasp and moan as she does that, remembering how good it always felt when she did. Melissa knew your body very well when you were together, she always pays attention to what you like and don’t like. Right now she’s doing everything you like and taking her time, wanting to draw this out as much as possible.

While she’s sliding her tongue in and out of your entrance, she slides her hands up your body and land on your breasts and she cups them. You begin bucking your hips and she uses her elbows to pin you down. “Oohh Melissa, that feels so good. Oh you’ve always known how to pleasure a woman with just your tongue.” You tell her and she smiles. She then travels her tongue up to your clit and she sucks and licks it. You keep trying to buck your hips to get more pleasure but she has you pinned down and she doesn’t plan on telling you to stop moving, just wants you to enjoy tonight. Before you come however, a minute later, she pulls back and you let out a frustrated groan at her.

“What do you want me to do to you baby? How would you like me to fuck you?” She asks and you think.

“Can you lick my clip and finger me until I come then fuck me with a strap?” You ask her and she smiles warmly at her.

“Of course.” She tells you then goes to get the strap and comes back. She goes to take off her pants but you stop her.

“Wait, I want to undress you.” You tell her and she stops immediately and stands there beside the bed where you are and you get off the bed then kneel down on your knees in front of her. You undo her pants then pull the zipper down. You then slowly slide her jeans down, over her amazing hips and then down her legs, then she lifts one foot off the floor at a time to take them off. You then grip the top of her underwear and slowly pull them down off her pussy. You noticed a wet spot on her underwear and you smile when you see she’s practically dripping. You can’t resist lifting up a bit and licking her pussy.

She starts bucking her hips while you lick her and then start sucking on her clit. Her legs get shaky and she puts her hands in your hair to keep you where you are. Without pulling away from her, you gently push her and she falls on the bed in a seated position and she spreads her legs to give you more room. She still has her hands in your hair and she’s rubbing your scalp while murmuring praises to you and moaning. “Oh that feels so good baby. Oh keep going. That’s my good girl. Your tongue feels so fucking good on my pussy baby. You move your tongue so it’s now sliding in and out of her entrance and you put a finger on her clit and start rubbing circles on it. She moans and gasps and starts bucking her hips and you’re able to pin her down enough to keep going. She has one hand on the bed to keep her up and she has one on your head, buried in your hair, and keeping you exactly where you are on her pussy. “Oh baby, is this turning you on?” She asks and you nod. “Why don’t you touch yourself baby? Pleasure yourself while you pleasure me, but don’t let yourself cum.” She instructs you and you move your hand in between your legs and you start rubbing your clit and you moan. And since your mouth is wrapped around her pussy, your moan vibrates on her and sends a shot of pleasure right through her and she gasps. “Oh baby, I’m so close, make me cum my good girl.” She says and you rub her clit faster and move your tongue in and out of her faster as well. She jerks her hips and her legs are shaking, then she cums with a high pitch gasp.

You then pull your tongue out of her once you lick up all her cum then you stand up. You let her calm down as she’s breathing fast and then she hugs your waist and lays her head on your stomach. You know physical touch helps her calm down so you massage her scalp and then her breathing slows down. She then pulls you on the bed, on top of her and you fall on her. You think this might have been her plan as your pussy is right near her mouth and she aligns it with her tongue and then dives in. You lift yourself up just as she licks your entrance and you almost fall down due to the surprise and pleasure. You position yourself so that you’re leaning back a bit to cup her boobs and enjoy her tongue on your clit. “Lean forward and go on your hands baby.” She tells you and you obey right away. “My good girl.” She says and some more wetness goes right to your core, as if you weren’t already dripping.

She then is able to now slip a finger inside of your entrance like you wanted and you gasp, she feels how wet you are and slips another finger in, and then a third. You moan as she slams her fingers in and out of you and curls them to touch your special spot. You don’t last much longer and you cum with a moan. She then pulls out of you and while still licking you, she pulls the strap on while you come down from your high. She knows your favourite position with the strap is doggy style and then move to both on just your knees with your back pressed against her front. So she slips out from under you then gets on her knees behind you and slides the strap inside. She then starts sliding it in and out of you slowly, wanting to hear all your gasps and moans as much as possible. After about 5 minutes of that, and some begging from you, she pulls you up so that your back is pressed against her boobs as you like to feel them. You move a hand behind you, in her hair and she cups your boobs and thrusts faster in and out of you.

She then moves your hair away from your neck and she sucks and kisses your neck. While still having one hand cupping your boob, she moves her other one to circle your clit. The sensation becomes overwhelming and you would have fallen forward if she wasn’t holding you up. You end up coming 10 seconds later and Melissa doesn’t stop as she’s close as well.

She starts praising you and calling you sweet nicknames in Italian, thinking you forgot what they meant, which you didn’t. You don’t say anything, you just let her do that, and if you’re being honest, you find it sexy when she speaks Italian.

With the overstimulation and the hot redhead pressing you into her boobs and saying sweet things in Italian to you, you end up cumming 2 more times before she cums. She slows down in you before pulling out, and even when she’s coming down from her high, she knows not to let you go so you don’t fall forward. She ends up wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her chin on your shoulder.

After you both calm down enough, she lets you go and takes the strap off before running into the bathroom. She comes out with a cloth and cleans you both before throwing it on the floor with the strap, then climbs into bed next to you and you end up cuddling on her. You put your head on her boob and wrap an arm around her stomach, and a leg to rest along her waist.

Melissa has an arm wrapped around your back and pulls you closer to her, she then kisses your forehead and whispers “ti amo” when she thinks you’re asleep, you weren’t and heard her perfectly.

You both end up falling asleep.

Melissa awakes about 3 hours later to an empty bed. You ended up waking up before her and slipped out before she woke up.

On Monday, you continue to treat her as you were, as if you never had sex with her and it broke her. She ends up not coming in the rest of the week, Ava mentioning that she didn’t hear from her on Friday, causing Barb to go check on her.

While visiting her house, she gets a call from the hospital, informing her that Melissa was in a car accident and in CCU. She then calls you and the both of you visit her in her hospital room. Barb goes to see if she can get some food for both of you, leaving you alone with an unconscious Melissa. You were holding her hand and at some point she squeezed it, letting you know that she knows you’re there and that she’s ok.

When Melissa wakes up a few days later, Barb tells her that you switched schools and states and might not return to Philly ever again. Barb also let her know that you want to tell her “I’m sorry.”

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No pressure for this one btw

Can I ask for a smut piece with intersex marilynthornhill video recording or taking photos of the two having sex

Movie Star || 18+ (!!)

warnings: intersex Marilyn + smut + breeding kink + dirty talk + video recording + praise + degradation + multiple orgasms (mentioned)

something super short because I'm currently on a small suspension in uni ^-^

"Come on sweet girl, I know you can fit more of me in your tiny hole" Marilyn taunted. You were on your second orgasm for the night, and you can swear you feel your girlfriends cock grow inside you.

"Fuck, that's it, take all of me-such a good cock slut" You whimpered at how she was able to push all her length inside of you.

Your walls were fluttering, clenching around her as if you're trying to milk her dry.

"M-mommy- I-it's too much!-" The white flash of her camera shined brightly on your eyes, but she didn't stop her pounding.

"Nonsense baby, your tight hole seems to say otherwise.. look, your soak is practically webbing my lower abdomen" She taunted.

You were so blissed out that even a single scream couldn't escape past your throat. Your eyes were rolled back and one of your hands grasped the silk sheet beneath you.

"Oh! Fuck!" You screamed, feeling Ms. Thornhill grab your legs with one hand and pushing them up to your chest as she started to pound you on a deeper level.

Your arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping your legs up for her.

"darling.. I could paint you white just by looking at you like this.." she panted, but not slowing down whatsoever.

"Yes, fu-fuck this pussy!-" It was a cry from pleasure at this point. Your mascara ran down the sides of your head as your legs started to shake.

You couldn't even warn her before you squirted around her cock, gushing on her.

"Je-jesus- I could make you a movie star from this.. Wouldn't you like that, pretty baby?" She focused the camera on your core, capturing her pounding you as clear liquid gushes out of your pussy.

But oh gosh, she doesn't stop. She continues to relentlessly fuck your squelching pussy dumb that your hips start to stutter upwards. "Mmph!- You feel so fucking good!" You screamed with a sob.

It hurts but feels so good at the same time. "Pl-please, c-cum.. I-I want it inside-!" By this point, you had wrapped your legs around Marilyn's waist, fucking yourself to her. "Wan-wanna cum on your dick until I can't walk!-" Marilyn moaned at your words.

You couldn't think straight. The words fell from your mouth faster than you had time to think about it.

"Aren't you mommy's perfect princess. Look at you using your words." She chuckled, pulling back and slamming into you. "Fuck me." You groaned out, back slightly arching off the bed.

"Please, fi-fill me, de-destroy my insides, pl-please, I need it!-" You couldn't help it anymore. It wasn't enough for you, so you started to grind yourself on Marilyn's cock, eyes rolling back as your back arched off the bed, helping yourself ride up her dick.

"Fuck!-" She moaned. Your hips stuttered at feeling her fluids shoot right through your pussy. "So fucking good, yes!- Good girl, take every drop!-" She thrusted her hips again, fucking her cum until it settled deep inside of you.

You whimpered at the loss of her. She had pulled out her length to settle between your legs, letting it sit on your abdomen, admiring the shimmer.

[marilynthornhilllover]

heyy so you mentioned there was three more spaces left? How about a really kinky smut shot with Marilyn T? She’s watching reader try on the lingerie that she picked out for her, but Marilyn couldn’t wait and decided to f%ck her on the spot in a tiny fitting room just because her girl looks so hot in it lol. Maybe lots of hair pulling and choking too?

Kinkmas fanfic:#3

I got what you need

Marilyn Thornhill x fem!reader

Warning: smut, spanking,hair pulling, chocking, use of strap, public sex, praise kink, degradation kink, mean marilyn, almost caught.

"Well?.... do you like it?" You asked her after giving her a full body turn of the new purple lingerie she had picked out. Marilyn hummed - you couldn't tell if it was one of approval or disappointment. She tilted her head slightly to the side as her eyes raked up your body like a hawk stocking it's prey. Her gaze flicked up to yours as she bit her lips hummed again. You had to be honest,the way she was man spreading on the tiny couch in the small dressing room made you feel things. She way her hair was messy from the way she had ran her fingers through it earlier to the way the suit was a close fit on her body making her look so masculine.

You snapped out of your trance when she snapped her fingers in front of your eyes.

" turn around again let me see your ass baby" she spoke up firmly looking quite annoyed that she had to repeat herself. You nodded as your turned around for her, looking at her facial expression through the small built in mirror on the wall. Her eyes were filled with lust and inclination as she looked at your round fleshy ass. You yelped as she grapped hold of your hips and bent your over slightly, she stood to her feet as she pinned both of your hands behind your lower back.

" God you make me so feral." She mumbled as she grabbed the flesh of your ass hard as if it was dough before proceeding to Spank you. You whimpered softly as your feet twitched threatening to throw your over as the stinging sensation burned its way through your cheek.

" mmhm, i bet you know don't you. You know how much you make mommy wanna fuck your brain out but being the slut you are you just don't care do you baby?" Her tone of voice was dark and sultry, seductive even. You moaned as she ran a finger over your clothed slit making you shiver, she smirked at herself when she felt the wet patch that was waiting there for her. She spanked you again before straightening up your body so that you could lay flat against her chest as she made eye contact with you through the mirror.

" won't you look at that. I haven't even touched the bitch yet and she's already pooling waters in her cunt like the Atlantic Ocean." She husked as her hand made its way around your neck. She chuckled as your squirmed against her hold, slightly avoiding her intense eye contact.

" m-marilyn please we can't have sex in the lingerie if we're not gonna buy it." You manged to choke out. She scoffed as she released her grip on your neck.

" who said we aren't gonna buy it,my love....... mommy just needs to make sure that this is suitable for a quick fuck for whenever she's ready" she whispered in your ear, grazing her teeth over your earlobe as her hot breath caused all the air on your neck to stand up. Without warning the marilyn pushed you down onto the tiny couch into a face down ass up position. Your feet were slight dangling off the edge as your ass was high in the air. You turned your head to the side to get a good view of her beautiful figure as she fucked you. You bit your bottom lip as you waited for her to unbuckle her pants and take out her strap.

She pulled your underwear to the side as she slowly began to slide her faux cock through your already already lubed folds. She was teasing you. Making you needy and you were absolutely enjoying it. She sandwiched her cock beautifully between your slit, gently pressing down on your clit resulting in you moaning. Marilyn chuckled as she removed her dick spitting on it before suddenly shoving it in your pussy. You let out a loud and brutal pornograpic moan as she continued to bury her cock deeper within you. She was filling you up so fucking good. You felt so full. They way she would go deep then pull back slightly before going even deeper was delicious and it was driving you insane.

With the sudden intrusion with her massive cock it was taking you every cell in your body to try not to cum on the spot. You clenched down on her cock making it harder for her to move. Her cock hits you right where you need her. your eyes rolled back as she removes her cock entirely before shoving it back into you with much more force. Your hand found her hips as your sharp nails digged into the flesh probably and most definitely leaving marks.

“Fuck, God look at that pussy, fuck yeah" she grunts as she fucks you slowly as the room filled with soft whimpers and squelcing noises of her cock going on and out of your perfect cunt. She groaned as her hands found your hips slamming them back to meet her thrust making your moan louder as your arched your back.

" shut up y/n, you don't wanna get caught and thrown out do you? You want people to hear how much of a cock slut you are for mommy? How greedy your pussy is for my cock mhm" she spoke in a low tone of voice making you shiver as you started to move back your hips to meet her thrust softly moaning every time her cock it your g-spot in the most satisfying way.

Each thrust feels deep and intentional as if you were two thrust away from being sent to heaven. “Good girl. Takin’ my cock so good.” she husked.

" pleasepleaseplease" you rambled out the word 'please' over and over again as you felt your brain get fuzzy, as you felt all your self control, respect and dignity leave you. You were becoming her bitch. Her fuck toy and slut. She's gonna buy you this lingerie and if she felt like fucking you anywhere she'll just pull it to the side and re arrange your insides. Not that there's a spot in your house left where she hasn't fucked you yet. Made you see stars, cum on her cock, not a single place or surface.

" God I wish I had a real dick, I'd fuck you over and over again all day long. Make you cream on my cock, put some babies in you. Fuck I'd never leave your sweet pussy unfilled, I'd love to feel how your squirt on my cock, squeeze me so fucking good like the cock whore you are" you'd be lying if you said you weren't feeling fireworks all over your body right now. You arched your back some more sliding off and on her cock in a desperate and concerning way. She felt so fucking good. The way her cock is seated in you feels so unbelievably deliciously good.

" ngh! M-mhmg so good g-GOD" You screamed as she dragged the faux cock against your g-spot in a brutal way. You quickly covered your mouth with your hands as you knew you moaned a little too loud for someone not to hear. Marilyn whispered a soft 'fuck' as she heard some curious foot steps coming down the hall way towards the line of dressing rooms. She grabbed a fist full of your hair and formed it into a make shift ponytail, she pushed you down so that your face was buried in the pile of other clothes on the couch making your noises muffled. She loved hearing you moan for her but she couldn't risk getting kicked out of your favorite lingerie store.

She placed her other hand on the lower part of your back as she started pounding into you like a ruthless animal. You whined against her hold as you moaned loudly- since after all there was a huge pile of clothes stopping you from being heard. You could feel your neck slightly becoming sore as Marilyn's grip on your hair was brutal and definitely not going to be loosening up anytime soon. The room was filled with skin slapping and soft grunts that can be beard from marilyn and your obvious whimpers and moans. As the foot steps got louder marilyn slowed down her pace and started giving you slow strokes.

Your eyes rolled back to the back of your head and you laid there and took it all. Like the girl girl you were.

" fuck yeah baby, shhh don't make a sound. Your pussy makes mommy so happy. I bet you'd want that person to come in and see how mommy is beating it up right? I'm treating my baby so good" she kept on rambling sweet but very bitter insults and compliments as the person outside seem to can't put there finger on where the noise were coming from.

Marilyn pulled on your hair a little more making you yelp softly before shushing you. With each thrust she rolled her hips and pushed her cock the furthest your pussy would allow it to go. She picked up her pace as her cock continuously pounded into your sweet spot. The footsteps retreated and Marilyn was quick to pick up her pace. " fucking bitch, we almost got caught because you couldn't keep your noises to yourself, your gonna fucking cum on this dick" she said in harsh manner but honestly you loved when she was mean, it turned you on more. Made you even wetter.

You could feel that coil in your tummy getting tighter and hotter as she continued to pound into you with an animalistic force. You soon saw stars as your orgasm hit you like a wrecking ball. Completely ruining you. You were pushed out of reality and into oblivion. You could feel your juices oozing out of you and onto your thighs and all over Marilyn's cock. She gently removed her cock and slapped your ass playfully loving how it recoiled as she did it again, making you groan. Your ass cheeks were slightly red and bruised as she spanked you again making you whimper as your legs shaked.

" come on slut, on your knees and clean up your mess" you found the strength to get up and kneeled infront of her as you opened your mouth and cleaned her, moaning at the taste of yourself on her cock. She moaned slightly as if she was feeling what your skilled tongue was doing but truth be told she just loved the sight of you on your knees. She chuckled as she saw the frustration and tiredness in your eyes, the way your first straighten and perfect hair was now frizzy to the way your legs were still visibly trembling.

She picked you up and held you steadily and flushed against her chest as she kissed you passionately, moaning at the left over taste of you that still remained on your tongue. She pulled away smirking as a string of sliva followed her.

" we'll take this is in all the colors available" she said before winking at you and leaving. You smirked and shaked your head as you took off the lingerie - carefully so that you won't get your juices on it. You redressed in the attire you came in and walked back out to the front to the cashdesk where marilyn was.

" I heard some noise but I checked and there was no one, was it you guys? " the lady asked, with suspicion in her eyes.

" nope you must have heard things" marilyn said in a playful but cold tone , the lady gaved her a sarcastic weak smile before handing her multiple bags with the different color lingerie.

" have a nice day and come back again" she chirped happily with a obvious fake smile.

" we will darling" marilyn said before rolling her eyes at the lady and holding your hand before proceeding to wall out. She kissed your cheek before whispering in your ear. " maybe next time we go back I can fuck you in the blue one" you playfully smacked her chest before dragging her into a near by Cafe to get lunch.

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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.

[elfryn]

Fanfiction. Title: Under The Moonlight. Word count: 1831. Ratings: Explicit. Relationship: Marilyn Thornhill | Laurel Gates/Larissa Weems Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex, vaginal sex, lesbian sex. Summary: Under the moonlight, Larissa contemplates the vision that is Marilyn. She is wearing a dress in a dark shade of green. The gown is long enough to skim the ground and has inlaid stones on the collar, sleeves and hem, as well as black details alongside the stones. It's closed at the front with a row of buttons and open at the legs — every step is torture for Larissa, who does her best not to stare at the redhead's legs.  Links: ao3, tips!. Commissions info here!

Larissa doesn't know why she's so nervous, but she can't help wiping her sweaty palms on her trousers. With a trembling hand and lingering movements, she presses her knuckles to the wood of the door and knocks twice. 

She takes a deep breath. She fiddles with her fingers, bites her lips, and shifts her weight from one foot to the other. Waits and waits. The silence that follows the knocks consumes the night and suffocates the blonde, who feels her entrails turning inside her. 

Larissa begins to wonder if there's anyone at home if she's got the place or the day right, if she has time to leave and pretend that none of this has happened. Her mind is a whirlwind and time passes faster inside her head than outside — milliseconds become seconds and seconds become minutes and minutes become hours and nothing happens. 

Then a miracle happens and Larissa's demons are silenced by the divine vision of Marilyn opening the door.

“You look beautiful,” Larissa says, smiling, all her anxiety melting away at the image of Marilyn standing in front of her.

“And you look marvellous,” Marilyn contemplates. Larissa is wearing a SHINee's colour three-piece suit with big black buttons. 

“This old thing?” 

“Old thing, huh?” Marilyn asks, reaching out to pull something from the sleeve of Larissa's blazer — it's a price tag.

“Maybe not that old,” Larissa smiles sheepishly.

Marilyn doesn't hold back and lets out a laugh. It's a sweet sound that spreads through the night and sounds like music to Larissa's ears. 

“Shall we?” Larissa asks, offering her arm to the other woman. 

“Yes, we shall,” Marilyn says, taking the blonde's arm.

It's their sixth date, but it's the first time they've been out in public together. Although relationships between employees are not forbidden, both Larissa and Marilyn wanted to make sure that their casual encounters in the principal's study and their conversations over glasses of wine would lead somewhere before they put themselves in the public eye. 

The place Larissa has chosen for dinner is not far from Marilyn's flat, so they decide to take advantage of the calm evening air and walk to the place. Under the moonlight, Larissa contemplates the vision that is Marilyn. She is wearing a dress in a dark shade of green. The gown is long enough to skim the ground and has inlaid stones on the collar, sleeves and hem, as well as black details alongside the stones. It's closed at the front with a row of buttons and open at the legs — every step is torture for Larissa, who does her best not to stare at the redhead's legs. 

For a Friday night, the restaurant was quieter than expected. They sit at a table away from the door but near one of the windows. 

Throughout the dinner, they talk about many different topics. It starts with Marilyn talking about her adjustment to school and about her favourite students and those who are a bit more trouble but are still good people. Eventually, the topic of conversation changes, and they talk about life before working at the school. Larissa talks a little about her family, about her years as a student, mentioning some stories about the crazy things Wednesday's father got up to in high school (Marilyn laughs at these stories and Larissa finds herself falling even more in love with the sound of her laughter). Over dessert (which they share), Marilyn talks about the future, about wanting to retire to a small chalet in the mountains and watch the sunset from her balcony every afternoon. Larissa admits that she can't see her life away from the school, since she has spent so much of her life at Nevermore (as a student, a teacher and now principal). Marilyn says that, if Larissa wants, they can share the redhead's plans for the future (Larissa accepts without a second thought). 

The walk home is filled with stories from Marilyn's adolescence and childhood - when she broke her arm, when she punched a boy in class, when she ran away from home and only got as far as the corner before running back into her mum's arms. Step after step, they fall into pleasant conversation. Marilyn talks more than Larissa, who is content to just listen. 

The interior of the flat is cozy. The wallpaper is a pastel colour and the walls are covered in photos. Larissa realizes that most of them feature a tall, dark-haired young man.

“That's my brother,” Marilyn says as she catches her examining one of the photos. “This picture was taken on my fifteenth birthday. My parents were fighting a lot at the time and could barely stay in the same place, so my brother took the money he earned working in the local café and took me out. We spent the day away from home, it was my best birthday,” she says. 

“Your brother sounds like an amazing guy,” Larissa contemplates. 

“He is,” Marilyn smiles. “Here.” She offers Larissa a glass of wine. 

“Thanks.”

Their fingers brush as Larissa takes the glass. Marilyn swallows dryly, her eyes fixed on Larissa's crimson-coloured lips. She desperately wants to kiss her. Larissa seems to want to do the same, as she slowly leans in. Marilyn stands on tiptoe. Their lips almost meet. 

“May I?”

“Please.”

At first, the kiss is as calm and sweet as a spring day. Marilyn puts her hands on Larissa's waist, who brings one of her hands up to the redhead's hair. This is their first kiss, and they can't think of a more perfect kiss.

The second kiss is the complete opposite. It's not pretty or delicate at all. It's heated and passionate and hungry, a kiss that carries all the repressed desires of both of them. It's like a sudden summer rain that destroys everything in its path. 

The way to the bedroom is marked by the clothes Larissa leaves behind. Marilyn unceremoniously shoves the blonde onto the bed. Larissa pulls Marilyn onto her lap, and the redhead doesn't resist. 

Provocatively, Larissa reaches for the buttons of Marilyn's dress and slowly unbuttons them one by one. She then runs her hands over the redhead's exposed skin, taking them down to the band of her bra. With one hand, she draws small patterns on the other's nipples before turning them into a stimulus that makes the teacher gasp. Larissa then takes her mouth to the other breast and starts sucking on it. Marilyn moans. 

Marilyn makes a simple movement of her hips, provoking a reaction in Larissa that the blonde doesn't have time to describe. The little twist makes Larissa take her hands to the waistband of her trousers (her penultimate item of clothing) and get rid of it. 

She lays Larissa on the bed, climbing on top of her. Maliciously, she teases the blonde again by running the tip of her nose along her soft skin, trailing a path down to her thighs. Under her touch, Larissa lets out little gasps of excitement. The redhead moves slowly down and up the blonde's bare chest, leaving small kisses along the way that cause more moans. Finally, she approaches the lying woman, kissing her intensely while one of her hands travels to the middle of Larissa's thighs, creating nothing more but a friction that makes the principal bite her lip in disapproval.

“Please…” Larissa begs. 

A snort of laughter escapes Marilyn's lips as she retraces her path to the other woman's centre. She squeezes Larissa's naked thighs. Marilyn places kisses and bites on the inside of Larissa's thigh, who lets out little whimpers at her actions. 

With her teeth, Marilyn pulls Larissa's panties out of the way, which makes Larissa exclaim. Excited and satisfied with the state of affairs, she decides to end the torture. She runs the tip of her tongue around Larissa's clitoris, making the blonde's body stiffen at the sensation - the gasp of air coming from the taller woman's lips is the perfect incentive for Marilyn to get down to sucking the place.

Larissa feels her whole body tremble, Marilyn's lips between her legs are enough to make the blonde let out uncontrollable little moans. The little squeeze her thighs make is unconscious, as is her body making a little arch under the bed. Marilyn, for her part, has total control over the situation, taking her time to smile contentedly as she worries about repeating the movements that cause the most interesting spasms.

Marilyn continues to stimulate Larissa's clitoris when she inserts a finger into the blonde, whose body reacts by begging for more. With sinuous movements, she gently fucks the woman, introducing a second finger when she feels Larissa's nails digging into her shoulders. 

Taking pity on her prey, Marilyn increases the speed of her actions, receiving the most delicious reaction from Larissa, who screams her name into the night. The air in the room changes, getting hotter and making the women sweat. Marilyn slides her free hand nimbly down Larissa's body — squeezing her legs, pulling her hips, leaving little pinches on her thighs — while her tongue and her other hand continue to work to elicit moans from the blonde and make her legs tingle and her muscles contract.

The loudest moan is like the main act of the night, echoing through the room and shaking the walls.

Silence follows the orgasm.

Marilyn makes her way to the top of Larissa and places a kiss on her lips. They just stand there, exchanging kisses and caresses for a while, until Larissa looks up at her with a mischievous glint in her eyes. 

With a swift movement, the taller woman changes the position of the two. 

Larissa kisses Marilyn intensely while her hands play with the woman's breasts. She brings her lips to the redhead's neck and takes her time marking her territory. When Marilyn's moans get louder, Larissa smiles against the other woman's exposed skin. Unlike Marilyn, the blonde is charitable and takes pity on her partner. She makes her way between the legs of the redhead, who shudders at Larissa's breath so close to her centre. 

She stimulates the redhead's clitoris with her thumb while running the tip of her tongue along the other woman's entrance, enjoying every little reaction she gets out of Marilyn. Larissa's tongue slides into just the right place, causing the redhead's hips to buck so violently that Larissa has to hold her in place. She swipes her tongue and then sucks, and the pressure Marilyn feels is so good. It's as if the blonde has found a magic button.

Marilyn screams louder and louder until the room falls into post-orgasm silence again.

Larissa lies down next to Marilyn. They both gasped for breath. They intertwine their fingers and enjoy the calm after the storm. 

Under the moonlight coming through the window, Marilyn admires Larissa. She is sweaty and dishevelled and has red marks all over her body, but to the redhead, she has never looked so beautiful. 

[cherryxsapphic]

𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵 🍰

Okay so this is my first time doing this, so sorry if she's a bit ooc, because I only watched Wednesday once LMAO 💗

Hope you enjoy <3

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Miss Marilyn Thornhill Is the most affectionate person on earth. Like literally she's always touching you no matter what, whether it’s a hand on your shoulder as she’s passing by or a hand on the small of your back leading you somewhere. Also be prepared for the onslaught of flowers heading your way because Miss Marilyn does not hold back, every single flower picked out with utmost care, each representing you in every way, prepared in a lovely bouquet and with a personal love note attached.

“You’re a red rose, piercing my heart with your enduring love.”

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Literally the embodiment of a mom friend!! She is always there for you, also she is incredibly sweet, always always there to listen to your troubles and or help you with any problems even if it seems impossible on your end. Also I feel like Marilyn would be one of those friends that has like a big purse that's filled with a first aid kit, a nutri-grain bar, you name it! Also you'll most likely become friends when you mention your interest in her plants, because those things are her babies literally.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Baby girl is touch starved so she literally adores cuddling or anything that involves being close to you. Marilyn would most likely want to be the big spoon, because she just loves the idea of holding you close in her arms. but she also doesn't mind being a little spoon, especially on stressful days. To be honest she will literally snuggle/cuddle you anywhere and once she's comfy in whatever position she prefers, girly pop is gone (AKA fast asleep) nothing will wake her unless you move.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Honestly, yes, Marilyn would at some point. She likes the idea of a life with you, and considering her family broke apart leaving her alone, the thought is comforting. Marilyn is… decent at cooking, to say the least. She can whip up simple meals, though it takes her a while to adjust to cooking for another person, having been on her own for so long. Cleaning is another story, she's a bit of an airhead and will track in mud from outside when she's gardening. Her notes will be occasionally scattered, because she's always getting interrupted by somebody or something. But she'll make it up, she usually tidies after herself, or she'll look at her mess with a sheepish smile, then proceed to clean it up.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

You and Marilyn's break up would be absolutely tragic, you wouldn't even know why it happened, the only thing that you would know is that your heart got shattered into a million pieces. But little did you know Marilyn only broke up with you for your safety because she couldn't bear the thought of you finding out her true identity and actions.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

At the beginning of the relationship, Marilyn is basically already committed. she'll do anything for you, anything you want, she'll do her best to make it happen. And the thought of marriage probably crosses her mind quite often. But though she wants it, she also wants to make sure it's something you'd like as well. She's not one to rush things if it feels too soon for you, but after a year or 2, maybe 3! Of dating she's going to wanna start looking for rings.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Once again Miss Marilyn Thornhill is the most affectionate and understanding person you would ever meet, this woman would never hurt you in any way and if she did, Marilyn would literally do anything to make up for it. Your emotional and physical needs will be catered for by this woman, she always treats you in such a gentle way almost like you're like glass, like you would simply disappear if she touched you any harder.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Ugh she loves hugs, she absolutely adores hugging you and pulling you close to her warm body. Marilyn always has you in a strong but gentle grip whenever she pulls you in for a hug and you wish that she would never let go, her hugs being so addictive they leave you in a trance sometime. Next up Marilyn is actually quite partial to hugging you from behind especially if you're busy doing something like cooking or miscellaneous things.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I feel like "I love you" crossed Marilyn's mind first but I think she was too shy to admit it, because she wasn't entirely sure if you even loved her, but once you do admit it, Marilyn pulls you into a sweet kiss and gazes lovingly into your eyes before saying it back. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Marilyn loves you, she trusts you of course, it's other people she's going to glare down if they're getting a little too comfortable around you. She admittedly gets jealous quite easily, and when she does she has a habit of glaring at the person. Will act passive aggressive towards them, and most likely has an arm wrapped protectively around your waist the whole entire time. Then once y'all get home it's a long night of marking you, reminding everyone that you belong to her.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

It depends on her mood, really. Usually they're short and sweet, however that can easily change into rough and needy ones. She likes pecking your cheek if she's in a rush, however when she's holding you from behind, she'll kiss the nape of your neck. She personally likes when you kiss her anywhere, but adores forehead kisses and you kissing her lips.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Marilyn has a lot of patience, she's a teacher, it comes with the territory. But that's to high school students, with younger children, she's still patient but a little unsure of how you're actually supposed to handle them. Will put her precious plants high, because she does know while children are curious things, they like to grab things. But she does listen to things they're talking about, sometimes asking little questions y'know. "She's a little confused but she's got the spirit" sums it up pretty well I think. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

It depends on the day, if she has to work or not. But most mornings it involves both of y'all curled up together underneath the sheets lazily kissing each other and whispering sweet nothings to each other before having to get up for work. On days off though Marilyn likes to surprise you with breakfast in bed, it's a simple breakfast but it still puts a smile on your face especially when she smiles back. Also during breakfast in bed she takes great pride in spoon feeding you! If you're into that.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Sometimes y'all like to sit back and relax on the couch and watch whatever is on, but Marilyn doesn't really pay attention half the time, too busy staring at your pretty face. Also you're most likely curled up in her lap while watching a movie also and of course since she's very comfy you always fall asleep, when Marilyn notices though she'll smile, gently tucking a stray hair behind your ear enjoying your warm body against hers.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It's kind of a slow process with her, she'll tell you everything you need to know but she also has some secrets that are well kept hidden.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

This was mentioned before but Marilyn has patience, a lot of it. She doesn't get angry easily, especially towards you. But she has her days where Weems or maybe one of the other faculty members will do something and it'll tick her off. She doesn't come home angry, but she'll be annoyed. When she's back with you, she's going on about what happened. Literally just stroke her hair while she's laying in your lap and she's already feeling better. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

She's actually really attentive to things you mention about yourself. And things you really don't know about yourself, she's a bit of a stalker. Like, you could mention something you don't expect her to remember, but she will. usually, if not something will jot her memory. If she sees something that revolves around your likes, best believe she's taking a picture and showing you too. or buying it. probably buying it. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Marilyn's favorite moment in the relationship would most definitely be your first kiss. It's not to be corny, but everything felt right the first time she had her lips against yours. she likes to say it was her confirmation that you were her other half. but she's also fond of the memory of her smiling and giggling like a middle school girl texting her crush afterwards. It's just one of those core memories for her. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Oh this woman is hella protective, this woman may seem sweet and innocent with her dorky glasses but if anyone hurts her partner she wouldn't be afraid to kill a bitch, but at the same time it takes a lot for her to get to that murder spree point, cuz she's actually pretty calm and normally half the time her main priority is her partner and making sure that they're okay before she does anything else.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Marilyn gives her all, she wants her partner to be the happiest person in the world, and just like her unlimited memory about all your favorite things that even you don't understand how she figured that out, she would never forget about anniversaries or birthdays or anything, she's the type of person to light up candles throw some rose petals around make dinner you know and all you gotta do is just enjoy it.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) 

I wouldn't really consider this ugly but she is quite insecure and she most likely has abandonment issues because of her family history so she gets a little too overprotective and jealous frequently but that's only because of fear of losing you, which you comfort her every time she gets this way.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Marilyn isn't really too concerned with her looks or image. She's Nevermore's normie botany teacher, but! She does enjoy styling simple clothing to make it look pretty. Especially for dates or dinners with you, it's her dress up sessions. But most of the time she prefers comfy clothes or her iconic blue jumpsuit and red boots. Because she mainly works with plants and she doesn't want to get her good clothes dirty.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

You're Marilyn's whole world basically, a day without you has her feeling incomplete. If she gets off of work earlier than you, she's sitting and waiting for you to come home. And God forbid anything bad or horrible happened to you, she'd be a wreck as well. Your being and existence means more to her than her own.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Sometimes she places her glasses on top of her head and she forgets about them and literally starts panicking until you tell her that they're literally on top of her head. Also she has such a sweet tooth there's a high chance that you'll see her at weathervane with a piece of cake alongside her matcha latte. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

She's not a fan of bullies at all or Pranksters. Especially that scene at the rave'n where everyone got covered in red paint, the poor girl was traumatized!

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

She basically takes off her little bit of makeup and gets into some cozy clothes, before joining you in bed and let me tell you this woman is like the best person to sleep with because she's very warm. Also Marilyn always has to be touching you especially in bed once she's curled up comfortably, you won't be moving anytime soon and plus why would you want to. But if you so happened to not be cuddling for some odd reason you will wake up with her arms wrapped around you.

I hope y'all enjoyed!! 🧸

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[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Oooo! Bloodline was so good! How about a Laurel x fem student outcast reader version? Where Laurel masquerading as Marilyn tries to fight her feelings for outcast reader but after a night of passion, lovestruck reader ends up pregnant with Laurel's child. When she finds out Marilyn is actually Laurel that hates outcasts she's devastated thinking Laurel just used her for sex and can't love her because reader is an outcast.

Once reader's family and friends finds out she's pregnant with the Gates child they're so set on her getting rid of the baby but reader can't destroy or let go of a baby that's half of her lover, so she cuts off contact with everyone and moves away so she can raise her baby in peace.

Not long after she's given birth, Laurel finds her one night, breaking in, scaring reader half to death, reader thinks Laurel wants to kill her but as Laurel is pinning reader down to kiss her, their child wakes up and cries in the other room. And I'll let you work your magic from there lol

PS: Laurel had no idea that reader got pregnant till the baby cries

Yesss!!! Here it is!!!! I hope you like it!!!! I have to admit that it's so funny to write that kind of requests ;) Sorry about the language mistakes :))))))

Changing destinies

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Intersex Laurel (she has a dick), smut, fluff, angst, pregnancy, bad choices, mentions of alcohol…

Word count: 7,937

Summary: You’re in love with her and you’re sure she is too. But maybe thing aren’t like you think, maybe she is not who you think she is….

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

“Done,” you said triumphantly, leaving the watering can on the floor. Marilyn Thornhill, your teacher looked at you and smiled, somewhat surprised.

You always stayed after class to help her with her plants. You could be passionate about botany, a kind girl who only wanted to make life easier for her teachers. Of course it wasn't like that.

You were crazy about her since she came to teach in Nevermore. It wasn't an impossible, unattainable love. One night, while you were walking, you saw her in the conservatory, very focused on her plants. You scared her, as usual, and you stayed to chat for a while. It would be a minor fact if after two hours of laughter and flushed cheeks, she hadn't kissed you. But she did, she kissed you, you kissed her. For you it was like a dream come true, for her it was a mistake, something to be ashamed of.

She told you that you were her student, that that couldn't be possible. You insisted, you were 21 years old, you were old enough to know what you were doing, but she didn't want to get carried away. Even so, your relationship did not change. You still had a very special bond and even if you didn't manage to catch the redhead off guard, you could maybe give her a kiss.

It was frustrating to watch her deny her own feelings, but you didn't give up. You knew they were there, you were convinced of it. You were the most insistent, stubborn girl in Nevermore, and Marilyn knew it, and she allowed it.

You approached her, taking a quick look around her and kissed her softly on the cheek. The redhead sighed and she shook her head.

“I love helping you, Marilyn…” You whispered in her ear. You immediately noticed how her cheeks began to blush.

“(Y/N), don't do that,” she told you, pulling away a bit.

“What”

“You know what…” she said to you, shaking her head. You laughed, coming back closer.

“To whisper in your ear?” You asked with a childish tone. She turned her back on you and nodded.

“You know we can't. We always talk about this and I always tell you the same thing, (Y/N), it can't be possible… It’s, it's not right,” she told you. Her tone of voice gave her away. She seemed to be struggling with herself to utter those words. You were starting to get a little desperate, but you weren't going to give up so easily.

“As you wish, Marilyn…” You whispered again, grabbing her by the waist from behind and giving her a timid kiss on the cheek.

Surely she was already shaking, but you decided to feign some indifference and leave the building.

Every day was like this. Quite direct hints, shy kisses and suggestive words. If the redhead was in a good mood, she would return your caresses, your kisses. Other times she would simply put a hand on your chest to stop you, or she would turn her back on you asking you to leave. It was like a fairground roulette, but you liked to play, in case one day you were right and knocked down her absurd concerns.

One afternoon, Marilyn was colder than usual. She was reading an old book while you were watering the plants. She didn't look like she was in a good mood, so you decided not to act that time, to leave her alone.

“Um, Marilyn…” You said when you finished your homework. She didn't even look at you. “It’s done.”

“Very good, thank you, (Y/N)…” She said with a sigh. She seemed sad, angry about something. You didn't want to ask. Simply, after several failed attempts to get her attention, you left the conservatory. She had been like this for a while, head down, sad. You didn't know why. It could be your fault, your constant insistence on stealing a kiss or a caress. It seemed unlikely.

That distant and cold attitude made you start to worry. You didn't even stay in the conservatory with her in the afternoons anymore. It was as if she was running from you, as if she was really trying hard to suppress her feelings. You couldn't bear the uncertainty. You no longer ate, you did not sleep. You were missing something, you were missing her. You were in love and you were convinced that she was in love with you too. You had to do something or you would be consumed by doubts.

Knowing the risk that this entailed, you headed to her room.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” Marilyn asked as she opened the door. You smiled and shrugged.

“I've come to see you,” you said joking. The redhead looked around her and pulled you into the room.

“You can't be here…” She sighed worriedly, closing the door immediately.

“Well, here I am,” you kept joking.

“What do you want?”

Her tone was brusque, annoying, but you had to hold your ground, to be sure of yourself. You had gone there for something.

“I just want to know what's happening to you lately…” You said, relaxing your expression. “You don't look at me anymore, you don't talk to me, you don't want me to keep you company in the conservatory… Why?”

She turned, avoiding your gaze.

“It's nothing…” She sighed, obviously lying.

“Is it my fault?” You wanted to know. You feared an affirmative answer, you feared that she had finally made the decision to stop flirting with you, or rather to let you flirt with her. You were shaking, but you didn't want to show it.

“No, (Y/N), it's not your fault,” she replied, sitting up on the bed. You came over and sat next to her. “It's just that… You… Well… That we… I don't know how to explain it.”

Your stomach dropped at those words. Something was going through her head, and it had to do with you.

“That you are my teacher, that I am your student that… Blablablabla. I know, Marilyn... Yes, if I'm overwhelming you... Well, I would accept if you told me to go to hell.”

She shook her head and looked at you, smiling.

“It's not just about that, (Y/N)... Well, in part it is, but... I'm sorry, (Y/N), it's difficult for me to talk about it.”

“For me it’s not. It's very easy to talk about it, you just never want to do it,” you said, crossing your arms.

“I've already told you it's complicated!” She shouted unexpectedly. You threw your body back, scared. Marilyn seemed to realize her abruptness and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.”

“It's okay,” you said with a shaky voice. “I have an idea!” You yelled, clasping your hands together. She freaked out a little, but she smiled curiously.

“What idea?” She asked with a frown.

“You say that it is difficult for you to talk about it. Well, I have the solution,” you said, getting up from the bed. “Wait for me a moment redhead, I'll be right back.”

You ran down the hall to your room, where your roommate was sleeping peacefully until you burst through the door.

“(Y/N), damn it… What are you up to this time?” The girl asked, half asleep.

“Nothing, Yoko, go to sleep now...” You whispered, picking up a bottle that you had stored in a drawer.

You knocked on Marilyn's door again and walked in with your hands behind your back.

“Well, (Y/N)? What is that fantastic idea?” Marilyn asked with a smile. Somehow, she seemed to be a little calmer. When she saw what your plan was, that attitude would change completely.

You nodded, biting your lip, and comically displayed the bottle.

“Tequilaaa,” you said with a low voice. She widened her eyes a lot. Her expression was just the one that you expected.

“Tequila? Have you gone crazy? Do you know how many rules are you breaking, (Y/N)?”

You agreed with amusement, while you were looking for two glasses around the room.

“Are you going to rat on?” You asked ironically. She crossed her arms and frowned.

“You can't drink alcohol, (Y/N),” she told you seriously.

“Of course I can, I'm 21 years old,” you said, locating two glasses and handing one to the redhead.

“You're a student, you can't,” Marilyn replied. Her expression was serious, but she did nothing to stop you from filling her glass.

“When I feel unable to express my feelings I drink a couple shots. It's easier for me that way. Try it, maybe it works,” you said, serving yourself.

“(Y/N)…” She whispered, raising the glass to her nose. “This smells like hell.”

“Sorry, it's a cheap one…” You said joking.

Finally the redhead drank, staring at you. You laughed and did the same.

“You're going to get me fired…” She said with a disgusted face.

“If you don't say anything, neither do I,” you teased, refilling her glass.

A couple of shots later, you were sitting on the bed, your back against the wall. Neither of you said anything. Normally a few drops were enough for you to confess all your secrets.

“Well…” You said, slurring your words a bit. “Do you want to tell me what's wrong with you?”

She put the glass down on the table and sighed. Her cheeks were somewhat red from the liquor, but she remained composed.

“Okay… I'll start then,” you said, putting down your glass as well. Marilyn looked at you with raised eyebrows.

“You?”

“Yes… Marilyn…” You said, bowing your head. You were going to make a very important confession. The alcohol was rising in your throat, but you were sure, you knew what you wanted to say. “I will be brief… I love you…”

She didn't say anything, she just looked at you stunned, picking up the glass again and bringing it to her mouth.

“(Y/N), I… I wish I could… No, no, this is not right… You have, you have to forget it,” she said, with what looked like tears in her eyes.

“Deny it if you want to, Maris,” you said in her husky voice, turning to her. “I know you feel the same.”

“Of course I feel the same,” she said nervously. You didn't expect that, and you blinked, looking at the glass and shaking your head. “But we can't...”

“Fuck, why?” You asked, getting to your knees on the bed. “I love you and you love me, where is the problem? If it's because you're my teacher, don't worry, this year is my last one at Nevermore. We won't have to worry about that anymore.”

“You don't understand, (Y/N). It's not about that...” She said, whispering, as if she were ashamed of her own words. “We are from different worlds...”

You opened your mouth wide, surprised.

“What? What kind of bullshit is that?” You asked.

“It's not bullshit, (Y/N). Normies and outcasts can't… They shouldn't be together.”

“Who says it?” You asked, getting closer. Marilyn was going to answer you right away, but she backed out at the last moment.

“Things are like that, (Y/N), it's how the world has to be…” She whispered, with a slightly… darker tone.

You shook your head and climbed into her lap. She avoided meeting your eyes, but she didn't pull you away from her.

“Tell me you're not serious, that you don't feel anything when I'm here, on top of you…” You said, approaching her mouth. “When I whisper in your ear… When I kiss you…”

Without giving her time to respond, you kissed her furiously, passionately. She was slow to react, but she kissed you back, grabbing your face with her hands.

“(Y/N), stop…” She said to you while your kisses went to her neck. “We can't… It's forbidden. I shouldn't do it...”

You shook your head. Her expression was one of horror, but her movements and breaths were aroused with longing, with desire.

“Who forbids it to you?” You asked, swaying your hips as you undid your shirt. You would not stop even if she begged you, and even more so when you began to notice a bulge that rubbed against your crotch and became more and more noticeable.

“Well, my, my…” She said in an almost inaudible tone before letting herself go and wrapping her arms around your waist. “Fuck… I'm going to go to hell…”

“Great, we'll go together, I've always been very cold,” you said unbuttoning your bra. Marilyn watched your body as her breaths became heavier and heavier. Her grip on your back tightened, pulling you so you could feel more of her body.

“You…. You are beautiful,” she told you, caressing your bare chest while she kissed your neck. The movement of your hips increased, and you bit your lip when you felt a strong pressure between your legs.

You laughed and pulled away, lying on her bed. The redhead moved, unbuttoning her blouse and tossing it across the room. Now she was on top of you, kissing you passionately, running her hands all over your body. You were panting, heated by excitement and alcohol. You could taste the tequila on her lips, but you knew she was doing it because she wanted to, you could feel how she was sweating, how the bulge between her legs was fighting to get out.

“Do you love me?” You asked, as Marilyn took off your pants. “Please, I need to hear it...”

She straightened up on top of you, looking at you with a strange expression.

“Yes, (Y/N)…I…love you,” she confessed, before disposing of her own skirt. It seemed that it hurt her to admit it, she didn't even give you time to enjoy those words, she was already kissing you again. “I love you, sweetheart…” She said in your ear, lowering your underwear. This time you could hear it clearly. You had tears in your eyes from the emotion of having heard a true confession.

She lowered the only remaining piece of clothing as well and launched herself back into your body, this time with her length rubbing across your thighs. The feeling was incredible. You've never felt anything like it. You moaned long before the situation was conducive to it.

“Please, Marilyn... Take me... Make me yours,” you said with a pleading tone, while she gently bit your nipples.

Marilyn looked at you and nodded, lining up the tip of her dick with your entrance. She seemed desperate, anxious, nervous. Surely a lot was going through her head. Before complying with your wishes, she shook her head away a bit.

“Wait, wait, I have to take one…” She said. You grunted and sat up, kissing her and making her fall back on top of you.

“Do it now... Please... I need you,” you said, almost losing your nerves because of the anguishing wait for her. She hesitated, but she nodded, returning to her previous position.

Little by little she introduced the tip into you, closing her eyes as she let your body get used to that not exactly small intruder.

“Damn, Marilyn... it's, it's big...” You said between moans, feeling how she slowly penetrated you, stretching your walls little by little. The redhead looked at you with an amused smile.

“Do you like it, (Y/N)? Do you like how mommy stretches your little pussy?” She asked with darkness in her voice.

You opened your eyes and looked at her strangely. You had never heard her talk like that, but you didn't care, in fact, you found it arousing.

“Oh, yes,” you said, moaning. “Yes!”

Slowly, after your body got used to her full length, you started to move, motioning for her to do the same.

“You're so tight, honey... You're incredible...” She gasped as she moved with a slow, but very intense rhythm, making you feel each one of her thrusts. Her hands caressed your legs, holding them so she could handle you just the way she wanted.

You let yourself be dominated. It was what you had been dreaming of for so long. Your moans were almost desperate, while your hands moved wildly, grabbing the sheets, caressing her, her body… The sensation of seeing her breasts while you felt her inside you made you scream. Marilyn released you and put a hand over your mouth.

“Silence, my love…” She whispered to you. You nodded.

Then her pace increased a bit. Her dick slid easily inside you. You were so wet that even size wasn't an issue for a girl who had never been with a man. The atmosphere emanated an unbridled passion, suppressed for too long.

That was what her gasps, her moans, her obvious and "hard" arousal told you. She must have been wanting it as long as you, or almost.

Marilyn sat up without stopping moving and put a hand on your crotch, gently rubbing your clit. That made you scream again, but you were quick and covered your mouth. She smiled as you watched her move inside of you. Her moans were soft, like sighs, but they were rough and desperate as well.

“Hold me, please,” you said, noticing the lack of heat from her body on top of yours. She looked at you with a frown. She seemed like she didn't feel like doing it very much.

“Shhh, calm down my girl… Mommy takes good care of you…” She said, increasing a little. You bit your lip while looking into your lover's eyes, without losing detail of her expressions.

“Please… I think, I think I'm gonna…” You said with a broken voice, feeling how your hips began to move by themselves. You knew that feeling. You were terribly close.

“Are you going to cum, my love?” She asked with a wicked smile, as she raised one of your legs over her shoulder. She asked it to make you suffer. Immediately her pace slowed so much that she seemed about to stop. “Calm down, darling... Calm down...”

You protested with a grunt as you pulled back the sheets. She seemed to enjoy your despair. The heat from her inside your body sent hundreds of electrical currents to your extremities. You must have looked pathetic, because Marilyn finally agreed to your request, hugging you again.

You wrapped your legs around her waist while you felt her breath and her discreet and disorderly moans in your ear. Her rhythm grew and her hips seemed to dance as she entered you. That was too much for you, you had no choice but to let your whole body explode. You couldn't suppress a cry when you felt your orgasm. She didn't bother to shut you up either. Your body hugged her dick with each jolt of pleasure.

“My love…” Marilyn hissed.

The redhead came out of you and grabbed your wrists, pulling you on top of her. She looked at you with desire, with passion. As she kissed you, she placed the tip back at your entrance. Knowing what she wanted, you let yourself fall gently, noticing her inside you again.

You liked that position even more than the previous one. As your hips moved and she entered you, you could hold her, she could hold you. It was perfect.

“Marilyn…” You gasped, seeing how her own movements became erratic, disorderly. She opened her eyes and looked at you. Her forehead sweated, her eyes sparkled. You knew it was a matter of time before she broke out too. “I love you…”

She smiled as she increased the pace by moving your hips up and down.

“Me too, (Y/N)…” She whispered in your ear. “You are so good… You take it so well…”

After a few moves, now a little more...Romantic? She started freaking out again and grabbed you by the hair. You hissed in pain, but also in pleasure.

“I can't take it anymore, (Y/N). I'm going to do it… I, I'm going to cum…” She said panting. You nodded and moaned just thinking about the sensation you were going to experience.

“Do it, Marilyn… I want, I want to feel how you fill me up…” You whispered suggestively.

At those words, her entire body tensed and she let out an even louder moan. You noticed how the heat invaded your body, how her cum filled you. It was something incredible, something you didn't expect to be so pleasurable. You enjoyed so much that you even had another little orgasm.

When she finished, she tried to catch her breath and rested her head on your shoulder, still without leaving you.

“What have we done, (Y/N)…” She sighed with a broken voice. You felt a little sting in your heart when you heard words that sounded like regret, but you soon ignored it and smiled, moving a little.

“What we wanted... What we wanted... Please, Marilyn, tell me you don't regret it,” you said, hugging her too, noticing how the liquid ran down your leg.

“No, I don't regret it, (Y/N)…” She said with an uncertain voice. “I don’t regret it.”

After that night, everything changed. At last your relationship was more like what you were looking for. Marilyn still didn't seem very sure of what she was doing with you, but each one of her kisses, which you could now give her without fear, made her change her mind.

Everything was going well. Little sexual encounters in the library, under the conservatory desk. It seemed as if it was easier for her to make love to you than to tell you that she loved you. You always excused her, you thought it was only because of the unworthy relationship that existed between a teacher and her student. You would never have believed what was really going on.

“Do you want some gum?” Your roommate asked. You shook your head while fanning yourself with your hand.

“I'll pass… Hey, is it me or is it too hot here?” You asked, taking off your uniform jacket. Yoko looked at you surprised.

“Heat?” She asked, holding back a laugh. “It's freezing cold, (Y/N), we are in November.”

“Well, I'm hot…” You said, noticing how you started to sweat.

“You've been really weird lately…” Your friend said, causing you to look at her perhaps a bit abruptly.

“Weird? Why you said so?”

You were scared You didn't want anyone to find out about you and Marilyn's relationship. A month and a half had passed since your first time, and from that day on your nocturnal escapades increased in frequency. But Enid Sinclair, the gossip queen of Nevermore, hadn't posted it on her blog yet, which meant Yoko hadn't found out you were sneaking out at night.

“Well, this morning I thought you were leaving us all without bacon for breakfast…” She told you, amused. You sighed in relief.

“What's wrong? I was hungry,” you said joking.

“If you keep eating at that rate, you're going to have to ask Weems for a uniform one size bigger.”

“Shut up,” you said, nudging her.

While you were having a fun fight with your friend, Marilyn came up from afar and cleared her throat to be noticed.

You both looked at her. You let go of your friend's arm, you held it between her teeth, and you tried to appear normal.

“Hello, Miss Thornhill,” Yoko said. The redhead smiled and then looked up at you. You made incomprehensible gestures towards the vampire so that she would leave and she looked at you strangely.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” She asked. You sighed and shook your head.

“Go away, you stupid bloodsucker…” You whispered. Marilyn laughed, especially at Yoko's face.

“Calm down, calm down, (Y/N),” the redhead said, shaking her head. “It's just a moment. You see... I have to go pick up an order for seeds in a town a bit far from Jericho, but my car won't start, you have a car, right?”

You nodded, a little disappointed.

“You want me to go for them. Well, now I'm going,” you said getting up from the bench where you were sitting. She put a hand on your chest, giving you what looked like a receipt.

“Oh, no, no. They won't be ready until this afternoon. Don't worry, there's no rush,” she said, winking at you and moving away from her.

“Thornhill's errand girl,” your friend mocked. You looked at her with fire in your eyes and pushed her a little with your telekinetic powers, throwing her off the bench.

“Uh…” The vampire protested, sitting back down, rubbing her butt. “Hey, by the way, have you heard about the last news?”

“Oh, what…” You asked tiredly. You didn't like rumors. At any moment you would be one of them.

“Wednesday Addams has been expelled.”

When the sun began to go down, you decided to go for the order that the redhead gave you. You didn't understand anything about what had happened with Wednesday, but you didn't care much either. You always remained oblivious to the rumors of Nevermore.

You came back singing, with the music at full volume. The car was a good place to feel happy about everything you were experiencing. Your stomach attacked again, roaring mercilessly.

“Damn, I'm hungry again…” You complained, taking a chocolate bar that you had in the mess of your car.

When you arrived at Nevermore, you immediately noticed something disturbing. A lot of students and teachers were at the door. You looked surprised and parked. They all looked scared. More students were coming out of the doors, fleeing in terror from something.

You slowly approached the crowd, looking for one of your friends. Ajax, the pitiless Gorgon from Nevermore, was the one you spotted first.

“Hey, Ajax, what's going on here?” You asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. The boy turned scared.

“(Y/N), thank goodness you're here, we've all been looking for you and…”

“I was running an errand,” you said, interrupting his babbling. “What the hell is going on?”

“It's Thornhill,” he said dryly, his eyes mysterious. You stepped back and frowned. “She was behind everything, the monster, the deaths of normis in the town… And that's not the worst, she's not even called Marilyn Thornhill. Her real name is Laurel Gates.”

“Laurel Gates? From the Gates family?” You asked astonished. Naturally you didn't believe any of that. That family disappeared, it was just impossible.

“Yes, she faked her death and now she says that she is going to kill all the outcasts…”

“Have you gone crazy?” You asked with a disgusted face. “What the hell are you saying?”

“It's the truth, (Y / N)… I think… I think, I don't know how, but I think she has managed to resurrect Joseph Crackstone,” Ajax said, placing a hand on your shoulder to calm you down.

“You're crazy…” You said, running towards the school to check if those ravings were true.

There was no one. Nevermore  was completely deserted. You walked through the halls looking for an answer, but there was no one who could give it to you. Cautiously, you looked out into the courtyard. There was a ruckus there. The straggling students fled the place in terror. You didn't want to go out, because you saw something that made your heart break into pieces.

It was her, Marilyn. You were sure it was her, but without her glasses, without a single trace of kindness on her face. She was walking alongside the devil himself. Jericho founder Joseph Crackstone. You leaned against the wall, horrified. Ajax was right. It had been her all along. Marilyn Thornhill didn't exist, she was and always had been Laurel Gates.

“You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment, what it means for my family,” Laurel said, walking close to the pilgrim.

“Silence, woman! Get out of here before I rip your tongue out of your filthy mouth!” That demon yelled.

You listened to everything hidden in the hallway. Fighting not to shed tears. She had lied to you, she had cheated on you, and surely, she hated you, like the rest of the outcasts. It was becoming more and more evident that she only used you.

“Never meet your heroes,” the redhead said, quickly heading towards your position. She didn't see you, she passed by. There was no one else in that place. You felt rage, anger, you couldn't just shut up.

“Laurel,” you said. The redhead turned and widened her eyes when she saw you behind her.

“Honey, what are you doing here? What about the order I asked you for?” She asked, pretending a sweet voice.

“I've been quick. Don't bother to keep lying. I know everything,” you said hissing.

“Honey, I… I can explain…” She said, approaching you.

“Don't get any closer!” You yelled, holding out your hand in front of you, threatening to use your powers. Your tears began to fall on the stone floor. “You have deceived me... You have made me believe that you loved me when you really hated me, you hate all the outcasts.” She shook her head, unable to utter a word in defense her.

“That's not true… I, I don't hate you, (Y/N), I just wanted to save you from suffering. It has been hard for me to accept that I am in love with an outcast, but I am, honey, I love you…”

“You lie! You lie, you lie, you lie!” You yelled desperately. Laurel took advantage of your anger to get closer. “That's why you didn't want to be with me, that's why you didn't want to have anything with me, because you knew that sooner or later you were going to kill me, but of course, it was okay if you could fuck me from time to time, right? It's what I've been to you all this time, a fucking toy!”

“No, no, that's not true, if you let me explain…” She told you, trying to calm you down, holding your wrists.

You wriggled out of her grasp and with a cry of desperate rage, delivered a resounding slap across her cheek. Your eyes were red and your hand ached. She looked at you startled, placing a hand on her wounded cheek. Her eyes were pitiful, wounded. You did not give importance, not even to the idea that she was a terrible murderer and you had just slapped her.

Laurel reached for her hand to you, but you backed away, running for the exit, crying like you never had before.

“Wait...Wait...Wait, please!”

Her screams didn't stop you, you kept running until you joined your companions. You would not see her again after that night.

You were at your parents' house. Nevermore had suspended classes and had sent students home. You were sitting on the sofa, tired, exhausted. You had begun to eat a lot and sleep little. Life was very difficult for you. The memory of Marilyn, or Laurel was still very present in your heart. Despite everything you couldn't forget her, you couldn't stop loving her.

“The authorities remember that the fugitive responds to the name of Laurel Gates. This dangerous murderer managed to escape from the police van when she was being transferred to the Jericho police station. If you see her, contact the police through this phone...”

You turned off the TV immediately. Laurel had escaped. She made all the front pages of the local newspapers for several weeks. A month had passed since the events of Nevermore and nothing seemed to have changed.

The police questioned you and you kept quiet. You didn't say anything about your relationship. On your sleepless nights you thought that this was the reason for your discomfort, the charge of conscience. Or perhaps, and much more likely, the love you still felt for her and the sorrow of not knowing where she had gone.

“Honey, I'm going to go shopping, do you need anything?” Your mother asked, opening the door. You shook your head and got up from the sofa, feeling a little dizzy.

“Wait, mom, let me go, I need some fresh air.”

Your mother agreed.

While you were driving, visions of the past stalked your mind. You no longer listened to music, you no longer had fun with radio programs. You had become a lost soul.

Suddenly your vision blurred and you slowed down. The small dizziness you felt intensified. Everything was spinning, you were unable to concentrate on the road. When you regained your sight it was already too late. Your car irretrievably crashed into a tree.

“What a fright you have given us,” your father said, sitting next to you in a hospital bed. You hadn't hurt yourself bad, just a few scratches, but your parents got quite a scare, and so did you.

“I'm fine, dad... I, I don't know what happened to me, I got dizzy and...”

“Good afternoon,” a doctor said, entering the door. Your parents got up quickly. “Well, we already have the results of the tests and everything seems to be fine. (Y/N) will have to wear a neck brace for a week but luckily, nothing is broken. “

“Oh, what a relief…” Your mother sighed, hugging your father. You sat on the bed, ready to get up.

“There is one more thing…” the doctor said, with an indecipherable face. “(Y/N), congratulations, you are pregnant.”

Your eyes widened and there was silence. You shook your head. You went pale. Your mind told you that it was not possible.

“What?” You stammered. Your parents just got stuck, frozen in time.

“Yes, look, here are the tests,” the doctor said, handing you a document, “You're about 9 weeks pregnant, more or less. Haven't you noticed anything strange? Absence of period, nausea, dizziness, excessive appetite, fatigue...”

You closed your eyes. You thought that what you had was a depression, but no, it wasn't, it was something much more disturbing, but at the same time exciting. You nodded trembling.

“Yes, but I thought it was for something different…” You said with a small voice. Your parents looked at you horrified. It was going to be a fun ride back.

“You have to tell us, (Y/N),” your father said with a serious look, while he drove. “Tell us who the father is.”

You shook your head. You knew that baby was Laurel's, there was no other possibility. You couldn't say it, you'd have to pretend, hide it, but it wasn't going to be easy. Your parents were making you very nervous

“I'm not going to say anything,” you said, crossing your arms. Your mother grabbed you tightly by your wrist.

“Talk right now, (Y/N), is it one of your classmates?”

“No.” At least you weren't lying.

“That's enough,” your father said, pulling over to the side of the road.

You were on the verge of tears. It was completely unexpected news. The feelings it generated in you were contradictory. You still loved Laurel and knowing that you were carrying  her child in your womb only increased the desire to see her again, the love you felt for her.

You knew that was not possible, you would never see her again. But her baby would always be with you. You could love that baby, take care of your child, her child. That idea sounded too good, a happy life with a baby to love, to take care of. Fruit of the love that one day you thought you loved you felt. It was as if life gave you a chance to heal your wounds, to redeem yourself for your mistakes, and somehow never forget the woman who drove you crazy, and that she still did.

Your father turned around, his eyes bloodshot. Your mother was crying uncontrollably. You stood your ground. You cared less and less that they knew, and that was dangerous.

“I'll just ask one more time, (Y/N)…. Who is the father?” your father asked, threatening. You adopted a cocky attitude. You already cared only your baby, her baby.

“Do you want to know, dad? Do you really want to know?” You said defiantly. He looked at you with wide eyes, holding back his anger. Your mother kept crying.” It's Laurel Gates. She is my baby’s mother, are you happy now?”

Your father didn't say anything, he just shook his head.

“My God, (Y/N),” your mother sighed, horrified. “She raped you? That killer raped you?”

You shook your head, cutting yourself off from your mother's comfort.

“Of course not. I did it because I wanted to,” you said. Your father still didn't say anything. He just turned around and drove sharply in the opposite direction you were going.

“What are you doing?” You asked holding on to the headrest. “Let's go home.”

“No way, (Y/N)... I'm not going to let you continue with that... Thing...” He hissed. Your eyes widened in horror at that insinuation. “Right now we go back to the hospital and I'll make it disappear.”

“What? No!” You yelled. Your mother agreed.

“That's right, we have to free you from that horrible burden, (Y/N), it's the best for you.”

“The best for me? It’s my baby!” You screamed with tears in your eyes.

“I will not allow you to bring the baby of a murderer into this world, (Y/N)…” Your father growled, stepping on the accelerator even more.

“I'm not going to allow you to take my baby,” you whispered furiously, clenching your fists. At one point, the car stopped long enough that, thanks to your powers, you were able to open the door and jump out. You were not going to let your illusions vanish. That baby was also Laurel's, the woman you still loved. You wanted to take care of that child, give him all the love you could. You were determined to do it, whatever the consequences.

9 months later

“And now I open the little door…” You sang, while you moved the key to your apartment. “And we're home now.”

You entered that small apartment next to the cart that was carrying your daughter.

You had run away from home, you had left everything behind to live a lonely life. You soon found a job, while you continued your studies remotely. Everything was going well for you, despite how small and dreary your new home was. Everything became brighter when Rose was born. She was a beautiful girl, the most beautiful baby you had ever seen.

She was only two months old, she was very young and she needed your care. At work they were nice, they gave you a long leave so you could take care of her. You were a single mother, but you were happy, your daughter and you were all you needed.

“And now mommy take little Rose…” You continued singing while the baby smiled at your nonsense. It was not an easy life, but that tender smile of your daughter was everything, it made everything worthwhile.

While you were feeding the baby you looked at her curiously.

“You have Laurel's eyes…” You whispered as you caressed her forehead. “I'm sure she would be very happy to meet you…”

Nothing had changed. You still loved the ghost of that woman. You remembered each of her features, her gestures, her "I love you". The feeling of having been cheated soon became almost invisible.

“And now my little girl is going to bed...” You said, putting the baby in the crib. You took her little hand like you used to do and you tucked her in. The baby complained a little. “Shhh, mom is here by your side and she will never leave you…”

That night you couldn't sleep. You kept your eyes open looking at the crib from time to time. You were restless, but you didn't know why. You went to get the glass of water from the table, but it was empty.

“Fuck…” You said tiredly, taking off the sheets and going towards the small kitchen. Yawning, you refilled the glass and raised it to your mouth. You were quietly returning to your room, when a noise startled you. It seemed as if the wood had creaked. You turned on the light quickly. Nothing, there seemed to be no one. Your heart was beating very fast, you were scared. When a couple of minutes passed and you realized that there was nothing to fear, you turned around. You collided with something, or rather with someone.

“Hello, (Y/N)…” A well-known voice said. You dropped the glass of water, which broke into a thousand pieces on the floor. It was her, it was as if time had not passed. The same hair, the same look. Laurel.

“La, Laurel,” you whispered. Your whole body began to shake. You were scared to death as you shook your head. “No no…”

“(Y/N)…” She said, approaching you.

You immediately backed down. The first thing you thought was that she wanted to hurt you, that she wanted to get back at you, that she wanted to kill you for being an outcast.

“I'll call the po, police,” you said taking refuge behind the sofa.

“No, (Y/N), wait,” she said, jumping over it and managing to grab your wrists. You screamed until her hand covered your mouth. “Please, (Y/N), I've been looking for you for months. My love, I am so happy to see you again.”

“No, no! You want to kill me…” You said biting her hand. She screamed but she managed to grab you even tighter. You were so scared that you weren't even able to use your powers. “Please don’t kill me…”

“What? No, I'm not here to kill you… I want to explain to you what happened, please, stop resisting, I'm not going to hurt you, please…”

You kicked while the two of you rolled on the ground.

An inconsolable cry interrupted that fight. You opened your eyes and with a strong push you managed to get rid of the redhead.

“Rose…” You muttered, running into the room. Laurel stood up with a puzzled look and shook her head.

Your daughter cried inconsolably while you took her from her crib, moving her tenderly.

“Shhhh, my love, don't cry anymore… Mom is here…” You said. The light in your bedroom came on and a stunned and trembling Laurel appeared in the doorway.

“(Y/N), but…but…” She stammered.

You glared at her, squeezing Rose into your shoulders. The poor girl wouldn't stop crying.

“Don't come closer…” You hissed when the redhead tried to take a step forward.

“My God, (Y/N), but who is that baby?” She asked, getting closer little by little.

“She's my daughter,” you said, desperate because she wouldn't stop crying. “Please, darling, stop crying.”

“Your daughter?” Laurel asked. She was pale. Her mind was probably connecting the dots, but she seemed unable to come to that conclusion. “Your daughter? Whose daughter?” She asked nervously.

“You know perfectly well, Laurel,” you said while you cradled the baby.

“No, I don't know, (Y/N)… Maybe…. Oh my God... Is she my daughter?” She asked stammering.

You looked at the girl. You could only see her eyes. You had to tell the truth, there was no use lying.

“Yes, Laurel, she's your daughter…”She said.

She looked at you with her mouth open and her eyes full of tears.

“My God, (Y/N)…” She said excitedly, approaching you. “Why did you not tell me?”

“Because I didn't know, you idiot! I found out when you ran away from Nevermore,” you said, making the baby cry again.

“My God, (Y/N) is, is…” She said, looking at the baby adoringly.

“She is the most beautiful thing that has happened in my life, even though she is the daughter of a monster like you,” you said, moving away from the redhead and sitting on the bed. “Oh, I know why you're crying, you're hungry, right?” You said tenderly to the baby when you saw the time on the alarm clock.

“(Y/N), I…” Laurel said, slowly approaching.

“Shut up,” you whispered as you began to breastfeed the baby. “I don't know why you came, but if you put a hand on Rose….”

“Is Rose her name ? Oh, it's a beautiful name,” she interrupted you. You sighed, denying the pounding of your heart at having her close again. “It’s my favorite flower…”

“I told you to shut up. Are you going to tell me why you have come? The police are after you like mad dogs.”

“I had to see you, my love... I couldn't forgive myself for made you thinking that I didn't love you...”

“You wanted to kill all the outcasts, and that includes me,” you said, always keeping an eye on Rose. “I don't want explanations, Laurel... It's very clear what your plan was...”

“But honey, I didn't want anything to happen to you, that's why I sent you to get the seeds and…”

The baby interrupted.

“It’s enough, honey? Okay, very good, you are a very good girl,” you said, covering your breast again. “Now we’re going to get those gases out.”

“(Y/N), wait, can I… can I do it? Please,” she asked you with a pleading look, sitting on the bed next to you. You looked at her with hate at first, but you saw your daughter's eyes again, her eyes. With a thousand doubts, you gave the baby to her mother, who took it affectionately, admiring her, revering her.

“Hello, Rose… You are so beautiful…” She said affectionately, smiling like you've never seen her before. Rose didn't seem uncomfortable at all in her arms, she even smiled when she grabbed the redhead's finger. “Hello, honey, hello...”

You watched that scene with a horrible mix of feelings. It was something you had dreamed of many times, especially since the baby was born, but she was a fugitive, a murderer.

“Get the gas out of her and get out,” you said, looking away, wiping away the tears that were beginning to run down your cheeks.

Laurel looked at you, but she complied, giving little pats to the baby's back.

“(Y/N), it, it doesn't have to be that way. I came to see you, to find out what was going on in your life, to tell you that even if a thousand months pass I will continue to love you, that I always did…. And when I get to know where you are, it turns out that I have a daughter, a beautiful daughter… No, (Y/N), you can't ask me to leave your side.”

“I don't know what you want me to do,” you said, hiding your tears. “Being here you only puts us in danger.”

“Honey, we wouldn't be here. I have a shelter, a small cabin by a lake. It is a wonderful place for the three of us to live together. Much better than this dilapidated apartment... I have come to find you so that you come with me... So that you two come with me...”

You looked at the chipped ceiling. She was probably right about “dilapidated apartment” but you didn't know what to do. In these cases it was when a bottle of tequila came in handy. You were brave, you looked at your daughter and Laurel. The baby seemed calm in her arms. Rose wasn't to blame, she needed her mother, both of them. You wouldn't know if you could forgive Laurel, even though you had long ago. But the idea of the three of you living together, like a real family, was an offer you couldn't refuse.

“It's okay, Laurel… It's the best for the girl… And for… For us. I hate to admit it, but I think we can be happy, the three of us.”

[sarahpaulsonsoftie]

Not going anywhere Pt. 2

Marilyn Thornhill x reader x Larissa Weems-

Info- Parents weekend comes around, Wednesday and Y/N vow to protect their romantic interests from their mother. Little did they know Morticia had a vision.

part one here

A/N- PURE FLUFF

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It had been months since You, Larissa and Marilyn had made things official, at first it was still discreet because of Larissa and Marilyn’s positions in the academy but after a while, more and more people had begun to connect the dots. Nobody judged, of course, plus the threats from your younger sister were enough to keep their mouths shut.

It was a Thursday, and since you were an older student, you had less classes than the youngers. So, you sat in the quad, quietly reading to yourself, before you saw Wednesday’s shadow above you.

“Shouldn’t you be in class?” You question her and Wednesday rolls her eyes, moving to sit down next to you.

“Your girlfriend wanted me to take some time to read since I’m already ahead of the class.” She scowls and you grin at her, moving over slightly to give her more room.

“And this is a bad thing because…?” You question, of course, you had already known the answer and it was because of the blonde werewolf who had managed to crack your sisters self-proclaimed stone heart.

“Enid’s still in class.” Your sister scowls and you grin once again, closing your book. Your sister had obviously noticed your smug nature as she flicks you. “Need I remind you that you romantic interests are far more intriguing than mine.”

“Hey, come on now, I’m so very happy for you.” You retort as you stare back with a glint in your eyes. “Plus, I’m glad you’re out here, there is something we need to discuss.”

“Parents weekend?” Wednesday deduces and you nod lightly. “So, we are both in agreement that mother cannot find out.” Your sister states.

“Yes, however, I am in an undesirable situation because the last time mother was here…” You trail off and Wednesday glares at you.

“Please, do not tell me you mentioned your girlfriends to her!” She exclaims, slightly too loudly and you sigh, allowing yourself to nod.

“We weren’t dating at the time! I didn’t think we were going to be dating! And mother asked, and you know how she is, so I just told her, but I didn’t tell her who they were.” You respond lightly and Wednesday glares at you.

“Oh, like it will take her long to figure out.” Your sister responds sarcastically, and you shrug lightly. “Y/N, you do know as soon as she questions you then I shall get all the questions after you, about my love life. I know you may be ready for mother to know, but I’m not. I don’t even know what Enid and I are.”

“Right so, we will just have to avoid her then.” You say, and Wednesday rolls her eyes. You know she is already judging you and you know she doesn’t think it will work. “It’s the best option we’ve got. Plus, If we avoid her she won’t find out and then she can’t talk to our partners without us.” You retort.

Wednesday smirks lightly at you. “You have double the odds against you, seeing as you have two girlfriends.”

You feel the humor in her words and instead you lightly bash your shoulders with her.

“Oh, shut up. Don’t you have some reading to do?”

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The evening rolls around and you make your way to Larissa’s office knocking before you hear her voice entering. You open the door and see both of your girlfriends sitting firmly on the couch. They both look up and smile at you.

“Hi, Sweetheart.” Marilyn says and holds her hands out to you. You take them and smile at her.

“Hello, Darling.” Larissa states with her own smile, and before you know it, Marilyn is pulling you to sit in between them.

You place your head onto Marilyn’s lap while she plays with your hair and Larissa pulls your legs onto her lap, placing her hands on top of them.

“Good day?” You question the pair of them and they both lock eyes before smiling at you.

“Better now we’ve seen you.” Larissa states and you feel your heart swell at the comment.

You tip your head up to look at Marilyn who looks so content and you can’t help the grin that forms on your face.

“Wednesday said you let her leave lesson early today to go and read.” You say and Marilyn smiles softly at you.

“Oh? Did she also tell you that the whole lesson she was just staring at Enid?” she asks and you laugh lightly at her statement.

“No but she did admit it was a bad thing because Enid was still in class.” You respond. And you notice how Larissa’s lips twitch.

“We’ve both been thinking.” Larissa states and you move to look at her. “Its parents weekend this week and how would you feel about us introducing ourselves as your girlfriends to your parents?” Larissa questions and you can’t help the frown that forms. They both notice and you feel Marilyn’s hands stop moving in your hair.

“Oh.” You manage to say, and the pair look at you, Marilyn’s eyes showing more hurt than Larissa’s.

“Would you not like that?” Marilyn asks and you shake your head, moving to sit up beside both.

“No, no. It’s not that, I promise. It’s just Wednesday and I kinda made an agreement earlier that mother wouldn’t find out about either of our love lives. Not that I haven’t mentioned you! Because I have. Just, Mother can be very overbearing! And Wednesday isn’t ready for Mother to know about her and Enid because she doesn’t even know what they are! And if she knows about us, then she’ll just focus on Wednesday’s love life! And I’m not ashamed of either of you, I promise! It’s just that, you know, Wednesday’s first love interest and I know she wouldn’t want mother to get involved!” You ramble, before taking a breath.

Larissa brings her hands to yours, a grin forming on her face. You turn to look at Marilyn, whose smile has now returned, and you sigh in relief.

“It’s okay sweetheart. We can wait. Wednesday has made a lot of progress since she’s been here, we wouldn’t want to compromise that, hmm?” Larissa states and brings her lips to your neck. You breathe in a deep breath and Marilyn’s hands move to your knee, her face coming close to yours.

“So, what exactly have you told your mother about us?” Marilyn questions, her breath tickling your lips.

-

Friday morning arrives and both you and Wednesday decide to go to Jericho to at least hold off your mothers questions for a few hours. Each of you shop for individual items before returning to the weathervane to meet up again. Each of you is holding a bag of shopping and Wednesday sees clearly through your see through bag.

“Hmm, a book about plants and a hot chocolate making kit, I wonder who they are for.” Wednesday says, her voice dripping in sarcasm, and you raise an eyebrow to her before grabbing her own bag and looking inside. It’s a bright pink journal with the letter E on it. You grin at her.

“Oh, and I wonder who this is for.” You respond. You hand her back the bag and begin to leave the coffee shop. “Might be best to go back to the academy now, though.”

“I agree.” Your sister says and you grin at her.

-

You both enter the gates of the academy and before you even have the chance to say anything, you notice your mother standing beside Larissa, Marilyn and Enid. You and Wednesday lock eyes before approaching you mother. Your mother turns and greets you both with a smile, before she takes you into your arms.

“Y/N, how I have missed you.” Your mother states before pulling away and looking towards your sister, “Oh, Wednesday, I do hope you have grown to love the academy.”

Your eyes move towards Larissa and Marilyn who both looked like they have been told off and you then turn to look to Wednesday who is staring at Enid.

“Hi, Mother, I’ve missed you too.” You state and smile at her. You look down at your bag before pulling out the black purse that you had purchased for her. “I got you this.”

“Oh, sweetheart, thank you.” Your mother states, and you look at Wednesday again, hoping she will say something, anything, but instead she storms off, Enid following behind her.

“Oh, uh, that was weird.” You lie and your mother smiles at you, linking your arms together.

“Not entirely.” Your mother states and you look at her again and she smiles even bigger, you look again at Larissa and Marilyn, both are frowning, and you don’t fail to notice the anxious look on Marilyn’s face. “I had a vision, you know.”

You decide to change the subject. “Oh, that’s nice. Where are father and Pugsley?” You ask.

“Oh, they couldn’t make it. They had a fishing tournament. Now enough about that, lets now talk about your relationship with Larissa and Marilyn.” Your mother says and you once again look at the pair in front of you. “See, I’ve already spoken to both of them about how if they ever hurt you, there is distant Addams relative I can call to make them disappear.”

You can’t help the small smile that forms on your face as you look at your mother. Its her way of saying she accepts but also saying that she will not judge and do anything until they hurt you.

You unlink arms with your mother and fish your hands into the bag and hand the gifts to both Marilyn and Larissa.

They both accept it gratefully and they both look at you with utter love and devotion.

“I was going to wait until later to give these to you but since mother already knows, there’s no point in waiting.” You say and they both grip you in your arms.

Your mother stares at the three of you before smiling softly and walking away. You look at Marilyn and Larissa who both look sheepish.

“Yeah, so your mother had a vison and kind of already knew about us. She confronted us after she knew you and Wednesday left for Jericho.” Marilyn states, and her hands finding their way to your waist, Larissa’s hands now resting on your shoulders. You laugh lightly.

“You know what, I would pay good money to see that on video.” You say and Larissa lips come close to your eyes.

“I would pay good money to have it erased from my memory.” She states before the three of you laugh.

In the distance, your mother watches you with a huge smile on her face, glad that you have a relationship so pure.

-

On Sunday evening, you are sitting in Larissa’s office, your head on Marilyn’s lap and your legs on Larissa’s lap. Your mother is long gone.

Your sister barges in, Enid’s hand in her own and she scowls at you.

“Mother can never know she was the reason Enid and I got together.” She states.

Fin

Tags- @poulengp @h-doodles @weemssapphic

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Character: Marilyn Thornhill

Requester: @batlove4ever

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): N/A

Genre: Headcanons

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting batlove4ever! Loved writing this! Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 0.5k

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-Marilyn already knew about your upcoming exam, and she was happy to help you, despite your resistance to it.

-She found out by taking a look at your calendar after forgetting to put a mark something on her own calendar, and she never thought to mention it as it looked to be about 8 months away. Marilyn pretty much forgot about it until around a month before the assessment.

-Once she had remembered about your test, she immediately became your new teacher or as you called her your "hot study guide" (which she pretended to not appreciate- but secretly liked the complement-)

-She'd set up study hours after dinner and would constantly check up on you in-between working on papers for her students along with grading their assignments.

-She'd also look into the course material you were studying, and she would occasionally send you text messages of trivia questions to help you study along with giving you some flashcards.

-The nights would consist of the two of you watching TV together while Marilyn talked about her day, smiling at the sight of you looking at her with wonderous eyes.

-If you had any stress about the assignment, you best believe it Marilyn would give you a pep talk she always gave to her students before they'd take a test in her class.

-She wanted to make sure that you were okay, that was her main priority. She'd always make sure you knew that no matter the test results, that you were still an amazing and smart person, and that you still tried your best.

-While also treating you like a student during study sessions, Marilyn would definitely be super touchy with you, her hands all over your body even if she was across from you. Her hand would always be touching your own, her thumb running across your hand as a way of calming you down (But it just made you super flustered.)

-You were more stressed than usual the week of, and Marilyn of course noticed. She didn't let you spend all your time studying, and she definitely made sure you'd get a good night's sleep along with you eating 3 meals a day and at least 3 glasses of water with that (She'd only let you have one energy drink a day).

-The day of your exam, she kissed you on your cheek before leaving to go to work, sending you a bunch of messages of encouragement and a promise of a nice bath when you got back.

-Once you got home, you were surprised to find out that she didn't give you a bath, but a whole self-care night with your favorite takeout meal(s) <3.

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If you enjoyed reading this, don't forget to like, reblog and comment! Thank you and you are loved <3

-Akira

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Quick Comparison

RE8 + Wednesday

Obviously Lady D is big equals to Weems and I can not express this enough. I NEED TO BE TOPPED BY THEM!!!!

It's quite obvious that Dani would equal Enid. The joyful spirit, the vlog/reading. It's a match and we can't deny they're both a tease...

Do I need to explain Cassandra... that's obvi Wednesday. The stoic life motto's. Not to mention how they only relish in the pain of others that they cause but go to far extents for their loved ones.

Bela is a tough one but if I had to say, it's definitely Bianca. I mean come on. I can't explain it but they are so similar.

Miranda is clearly Marilyn Thornhill

Ethan is Xavier the pawn and the one that does anything for love.

Donna and Moreau are Tyler the main pawns that Miranda kinda used to get what she wanted.

Heisenberg is the one to not give two shits about anything and just get stoned can you guess who...ding ding ding AJAX

[illegal-heartbreaker]

could i request something with marilyn thornhill x f!reader mabye where it’s readers birthday and it’s just cute fluff

"happiest birthday my child.." {m. thornhill}

summary: req above !

relationship: marilyn thornhill x student!reader

extra/warning: slight mentions of angst in the beginning & not much fluff but comfort i guess??

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The hours had slowly passed and the glimmer of hope that you once held was slowly slipping away. The day was long gone and now you sat in your room after dinner distracting yourself by doing anything other than thinking about the day. But all you could do was stare at the clock and watch the minutes tick by, every so often checking you notifications in hope that somebody would of sent you a happy birthday text.

Standing up from your chair and walking over to your cupboard pulling out a small brown parcel you had recently brought from Jericho yesterday morning, you sit down cross legged on your bed with a lighter and a few candles.

Unwrapping the box and bringing the small cake out of it, lighting the candles up so the fire shone in the darkened room. Looking down at the cake for a few moments before your eyes snapped up to the door at the sudden noise of knocking.

Standing up cautiously, it was too late for it to be any of your friends you concluded checking the clock to see; 9:30pm. Unlocking the door slowly, your thoughts were correct it wasn't a friend but your dorm mother, Ms Thornhill. Stepping back to let her in, turning the lights as you do so.

"Is everything alright?" You ask after an awkward moment of silence.

"Yes- Well no- I couldn't help but notice that you were down today. Is everything alright?" She asked, you could almost feel the concern lacing her voice. It almost made you melt right in front of her.

"i'm fine, thanks for your concern." You knew she didn't buy it but was grateful when she decided not to pressure you into saying things.

"well, if you are sure," she starts looking around the room and stopping on your bed. Moving your eyes to what she was looking at, you realise. The cake. "Whose birthday?"

Swallowing a lump in your throat, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of your teacher. "Mine." You whisper, looking anywhere except at her. You didn't want to cry, no, but the threat of tears hung over you.

Marilyn didn't even have to ask, the moment you spoke she realised that your friends had forgotten. "Oh darling.." She whispered, pulling you into a hug, that you gladly accepted. "how about we celebrate in my room?" she offers, wanting you to at least enjoy the last few hours of your birthday.

You pause, locking eye contact with the women in disbelief. "I mean, sure, yeah, only if you're comfortable." you stutter. A small smile crosses your teachers face, "then how about you go get the cake, and we'll go?"

It wasn't a long walk from yours to hers, the comfortable silence was welcomed. Though you could feel her eyes on you every so often, the quiet noises of a door unlocking lets you know that you had arrived.

"Take a seat," she gestured to the large bed in the middle of the room, "would you like a drink?" Nodding silently, you watch as she walks off further into the room before making your way to the bed and slowly allowing yourself to sink into it.

The room was full of plants both real and fake, it fit her. The dip in the bed next to you signalled that she back. "Why don't we watch a movie? Your choice of course." The glass of freshly squeezed lemonade being slipped into your hands.

"Why not?" You offered a smile, moving next to her further up the bed. Opting for the movie after your favourite character; Black Widow.

At some point throughout the movie, Marilyns arm had slipped around your body bringing you into a comforting embrace that somehow made your body relax and bring you to the line of awake and asleep. Maybe it was the day you had or the way that her chest went up and down with each breath but sleep won, and didn't allow for you to hear the last few words she whispered.

"Happy birthday, my darling child. I'm glad i'm finally able to be here for one of your birthdays."