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astralights24 · 2 years ago

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

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

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

Possible Content Warning for: Body issues/insecurity?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She breaks the kiss to look at you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Marilyn, can I-" You whine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her only response to that is a breathy laugh.

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melrodrigo · 1 year ago

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my hair

Wednesday Addams x Fem Reader

Summary: Wednesday lets you braid her hair.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: I don’t think I used any pronouns, so it’s gender neutral really (at least i think so, i can’t rmb) inspired by none other than Ariana Grande’s ‘my hair’. happy halloween 🎃!

“Wednesday.”

The name tumbles out of your lips as easy as the flow of water on a steep channel, and you wonder how a simple word like a day of the week has turned into such a gratifying one.

“Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday.” You mumble mindlessly, combing your fingers through her jet black hair.

She makes a tiny huff of annoyance as she stirs in your arms.

She knows you have a thing for words, whether it be big love confessions or simply saying her name throughout the day, which is a thing she’s been trying to get better at, for you. It’s hard, but she’s morphed into the phase of getting used to your soft words and whispered endearments. She bites back the tiny part of her that wants to ignore them, instead letting them seep into and have their way with her.

You ruffle her hair fondly, but not too hard, well aware of how sensitive your girlfriend is about her hair.

It’s something you’ve come to learn about Wednesday, through your many years together.

She does not like her hair to be touched. She also famously doesn’t let anyone else but you touch it.

Admittedly, it only makes you want to touch her hair more.

You nudge her slightly, murmuring in her ear that you guys have to get up for class.

“Ms. Thornhill is going to be so pissed when she finds out I spent the night again.” You say mindlessly, feeling Wednesday tighten on top of you.

She’s still only a second before she’s sitting up straight, rigid, a classic Addams family stance.

“You did sneak in, didn’t you?” She asks.

You roll your eyes, nudging at her to loosen up a little.

“Yes, Wednesday. I attempted to sneak in. She, however, was waiting right outside your dorm room.” You recount, from just the night before.

She turns to you, eyes squinted.

The sight of you makes her heart do a little dance she wasn’t aware it could do. She’ll never understand it, the way you make her dull black heart race. It beats to the melody of her favorite symphony, fast paced and rapid.

Your hair’s a little ruffled, cheeks a little red, while you sit at the head of her bed in your best matching pjs.

She ponders about your words just a moment before she’s speaking again.

“Good. She should know that you’ll be sleeping in here for the rest of the year.” She says, finally.

You grin, childlike.

She purses her lips and makes the decision before she regrets it.

“Do my hair?” She asks, almost more of a command than a question.

You have to keep yourself from practically jumping off her bed in excitement. She’s never asked that before. You try to act nonchalant as you think about it.

Wednesday knows you better though, and she can already tell by the sparkle in your eyes that you’ll say yes.

You could never say no to your girl, after all.

You nod eagerly, following Wednesday out the bed and over to her desk like a love sick puppy.

“Enid better not come in and see this.” Wednesday grumbles, reaching over to grab her hairbrush, one as black as obsidian.

“It would be better than when she came in last night while we were-“ Wednesday squeezes your wrist tight, a sign to shut up, and so you do.

She takes a few rubber bands out her beloved spider shaped box, one you’d given her as an anniversary gift, and places them in a single file line.

You gulp as you realize what you’ve signed up for.

She turns to look at you expectedly, speaking with her eyes.

“Okay..braids.” You whisper underneath your breath, trying to remember how to braid hair.

To her credit, Wednesday doesn’t say anything the whole while you do her hair. Not a complaint about the way it looks, or how you’ve done it.

But you aren’t that dumb. You see through your girlfriends expression in seconds. And you’re self aware, you know you haven’t done the greatest job.

It’s not horrible, by any means. But it’s just not the Wednesday Addams picture perfect braids.

One side is noticeably looser than the other, and it looks more like a loop than a braid.

“Are you finished?” Wednesday inquires, about to get out her seat.

You push her shoulders down softly, and tell her you have a special surprise.

You pull out a set of dark blue bows, tiny compared to her long locks of hair.

“Absolutely not.” She says the minute you show them to her, shaking her head to affirm her statement.

You pout, giving Wednesday your best puppy dog eyes, but her face remains impassive.

“Just one?” You plead, playing with the tips of her braids.

Wednesday lets out a soft sigh and begrudgingly tilts her head so you can put on the bow easier.

“Love you so much.” You whisper, pressing your hand to her cheek lovingly.

You better, she thinks.

“Now, I believe we need to attend class in five minutes. You’ve already made me soft. Don’t make me unpunctual too.” She says, the edge coming back to her voice.

“Wait, are you actually gonna go out like that?” You ask, a little shocked.

“Going to, y/n. There is no such word as ‘gonna’.” She says, and turns on her heel out the door, sure you’ll be hurrying after her in minutes.

Everyone stares at Wednesday as you both enter the class. You’re not late, but everyone’s there already. They size up your girlfriend, questioning gaze apparent as they take in her hair.

“Um..Wednesday?“ Enid sounds from the back of the class, “Why does your hair look like that? And are you wearing a bow?”

You flush pink in embarrassment. Was it really that bad?

One look at you and Wednesday decides she has to once again come to your aid when she clears her throat, directing all attention back to her.

“My hair is normal. And I quite like the bow.” She says, in a tone of voice that indicates that that’s the end of the story.

Wednesday keeps her hair like that the rest of the day. Not once does she touch it, or take it out, even with random inquires coming from all the students at Nevermore.

That evening, you catch her grumbling before you enter her room for your nightly kiss on the cheek, words muffled by the door.

“Love has made me so feeble.” She mumbles dejectedly.

You push open the door, pretending you didn’t hear what you just did, and give her just a slightly longer kiss than you normally would, happy as a clam.

#wednesday addams #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega #mine #fanfic #soft wednesday

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weemssapphic · 3 months ago

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Lipstick Stains - Pt. 25

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Larissa Weems x fem!reader

words: ~ 3k | ao3 link in title

A/N: this one might hurt. It's also the second to last chapter (which hurts me). You have been warned.

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“[W]e cease to be soldiers in the army of the upright; we become deserters. They march to battle. We float with the sticks on the stream; helter-skelter with the dead leaves on the lawn, irresponsible and disinterested and able, perhaps for the first time for years, to look round, to look up—to look, for example, at the sky.” - Virginia Woolf

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The back of the young boy’s head looked vaguely familiar, though you couldn’t be quite sure. What you were sure of, however, was that you recognized the girl at his side - and that she was not supposed to be here.

What the hell was Wednesday doing back at Nevermore with Tyler? Hadn’t her train left? And, if Wednesday was here, where the fuck was Larissa? All you knew was that, if Wednesday was involved, there was something fishy going on.

You reached into your pocket for your phone with a shaky hand, clicking Larissa’s contact and holding the phone to your ear - it rang and rang and rang before finally going to voicemail, and you ended the call with a huff. You considered trying again, and again - instead, you scrolled through your contacts, before finding the one person at Nevermore you thought might be able to help you.

Enid Sinclair.

“Hello?” Enid sounded confused when she picked up, like she wasn’t expecting to hear from you. Which was, in all honesty, fair - it’s not like you’d been in contact at all since that day you’d exchanged phone numbers.

“Have you heard from Wednesday since she left for her train?” You tried not to sound panicked as you turned away from the window and headed for the door of Larissa’s office, intent on following Wednesday and figuring out what was going on.

“No, she doesn’t have a phone. Why?”

“What do you mean she doesn’t have a phone?” you asked, briefly taken aback. Of all the times for Wednesday not to fit into the conventions of society… “Nevermind. Larissa - sorry, Principal Weems - isn’t back yet and I can’t reach her. I thought maybe you’d heard something from Wednesday? Her train should’ve left ages ago, but I just saw her heading for the conservatory with Tyler.”

You were met with silence, then more confusion evident in Enid’s tone. “What about Principal Weems?”

“That’s the thing - I don’t know, she wasn’t with them. She’s not answering her phone either. I just… have a really bad feeling. Can you maybe meet me outside of Larissa’s office?”

Enid agreed and, to your delight, she was fast. Within minutes, the two of you were on your way, navigating the dark halls of Nevermore and slipping out a side door, crossing the same path you saw Wednesday go down just a few minutes earlier.

The conservatory came into view, looming, like most of Nevermore, ominously in the distance. The closer you and Enid got, the slower your footsteps became, and you realized that the door was ajar, voices floating out of the glass building. You stopped in your tracks and flung out your arm, stopping Enid before she could step into the light seeping out onto the lawn.

“Wait,” you whispered, glancing around for somewhere to hide. Darkness had fallen quickly, and you pushed Enid behind a tree near the door as the voices inside of the conservatory grew louder - the young girl’s face twisted in confusion as she crouched down next to you, and she started to pull anxiously at the sleeves of her sweater.

You felt like you were going to throw up, a chill going through you that had nothing to do with the cold autumn breeze. There was a bang, and then footsteps, and then a short figure with auburn hair and red boots, whom you recognized as Ms. Thornhill, rushed out of the conservatory dragging an unconscious Wednesday behind her.

Enid gasped and you froze in place, your heart nearly stopping as you waited with baited breath to be discovered - Ms. Thornhill, however, seemed to be otherwise preoccupied, for she didn’t seem to hear Enid at all, instead heading straight for the woods. Tyler was nowhere in sight.

The second Marilyn disappeared into the darkness of the forest, you rushed into the conservatory, with Enid hot on your heels. Something felt terribly off about this whole situation - you hoped it had nothing to do with Larissa, but each step brought about new anxieties and heightened your sense of dread. You needed answers, and you were going to get them.

Not that you had to look far - it suddenly became clear to you why Larissa wasn’t able to answer her phone. She was lying on her back at the center of the room, convulsing and gasping for air - a sight that nothing could have prepared you for, a sight that you couldn’t have imagined in your worst nightmares.

“Larissa?” You fell to your knees, barely noticing the stabbing pain going through your kneecaps as they hit the hard, cold stone. A fresh wave of nausea hit you as you took in Larissa’s face - white as a ghost, not a sliver of blue visible around dilated pupils, white, foamy saliva spilling forth from her parted lips.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cursed under your breath as you struggled to yank off your jacket, the sleeves getting caught on your arm in your haste. Managing to get it off, you balled it up and gently lifted Larissa’s head with a shaking hand, pushing your jacket underneath it.

“Shh… it’s okay, Riss…” you whispered hoarsely, tears springing to your eyes and blurring your vision as you eased her onto her side with a bit of effort, praying you weren’t too late as you tried to make sure she wouldn’t choke on her own saliva. You blinked rapidly to fight away the tears as you fumbled with the clasp of her necklace to make it easier for Larissa to breathe, shoving the probably super expensive piece of jewelry unceremoniously into your back pocket.

As your fingers brushed against her neck, you saw a tiny bead of blood. It made you furrow your brow in confusion, and then the sound of Enid shuffling forward reminded you that you weren’t alone.

“Hey, look,” she said hoarsely, kicking an empty syringe across the floor - your stomach turned.

“Enid… do you know what could’ve been in that? Do you know why Larissa could be foaming at the mouth?”

“I… I don’t know, Wednesday was always better at botany than I was…” Enid mumbled as she looked around the room with a panicked expression, her gaze drifting over to the workbench. “M-maybe nightshade? We’ve been studying poisonous plants this semester…”

One hand reached into the other pocket of your jeans and pulled out your phone, dialing 911 as your other hand found Larissa’s wrist, your fingers digging into it to feel her pulse. It thumped rapidly against your fingertips, and your mouth went dry as you tried not to panic.

“Is… is Principal Weems going to be okay?” Enid asked timidly, and the question made fresh tears spring to your eyes as the 911 dispatcher answered the phone.

You quickly gave them the information they needed, then looked up at Enid and tried to keep your voice steady. “I’ve g-got her… Go find Wednesday. Please just be careful…”

Enid nodded, hesitating for only a moment before rushing back out of the conservatory in the direction of the woods.

It took half an eternity for an ambulance to get to you - at least, that’s what it felt like, as you switched between checking Larissa’s airways and pulse (thankfully clear and thankfully still thumping, albeit very weakly, especially when compared to the pounding of your own pulse) and brushing your fingers through her hair, tugging out each bobby pin that your fingers bumped into. You weren’t sure how conscious Larissa was of what was happening around her, but you cooed at her through your tears anyway, trying to comfort her and tell her everything would be alright.

Everything was a whirlwind after that - you rode with Larissa in the ambulance to the hospital, then lost sight of her as they wheeled her in and forced you to sit in the waiting room. Nurses asked you lots of questions - do you know what happened, what she’d been poisoned with, how long it had been. You tried to answer to the best of your ability.

Sometime later, a few Nevermore students were brought in with ‘minor’ injuries, among them Enid and Wednesday. Enid made a beeline for you, with Wednesday trailing along behind her.

“How’s Principal Weems? Is she okay?”

You opened your mouth to speak but your throat closed up, you couldn’t get a word out. You shrugged, feeling tears spill over and race down your cheeks, and Enid pulled you into a hug so tight that it knocked any remaining air out of your lungs. You made eye contact with Wednesday who looked, for the first time since you’d known her, remorseful.

“Ms. Y/L/N?” It was a nurse’s voice, and you wiggled your way out of Enid’s arms to turn towards her. She beckoned you over and led you down the long corridor to Larissa’s hospital room, speaking gently to you before she allowed you to see Larissa.

Apparently, they’d started medication and run some tests.

Apparently, the dose of nightshade she’d been poisoned with had been life-threatening.

Apparently, Larissa was in a coma - they assured you they’d do everything in their power to help her.

All you could do now was wait.

The second the nurse opened the door to Larissa’s room, you ran to her side. There were all sorts of tubes hooked up to her, and you were careful not to jostle her as you leant over her bedside, reaching out to graze the backs of your knuckles across her pale cheek.

“Can she hear me?” you asked, turning to look at the nurse who stood in the doorway. She shrugged.

“Maybe, maybe not. It differs between patients.”

You swallowed thickly, turning your attention back to Larissa. “I’m here,” you whispered, hoarsely, pressing your lips gently to her cheek. “I’m right here.”

~~~

The passage of time became massively distorted over the next few days. Minutes blurred into hours blurred into days, and yet every second of waiting was a second too long, like wading through molasses. The nurses would shoo you away whenever they needed to run tests or administer IVs, but you were back at Larissa’s bedside as soon as they were finished, your legs curled up on your chair, your head resting on the bed beside her and your fingertips soothing up and down her arm.

Cassandra came by to bring you a change of clothes and some books, which you read aloud to Larissa - though you thought it might be more for your own benefit, to keep yourself distracted, than for Larissa’s. You texted your parents and told them what had happened (well, some of what had happened), and your mom asked if she should come visit, or if you’d like to come home for the rest of the semester - you said no, you didn’t really want the company at the moment. All you wanted was for Larissa to wake up, and you didn’t want to risk missing that moment, no matter how small the chance might be.

Strangely, the only company you really did enjoy in those days was Wednesday’s. She came to visit the hospital twice, once with Enid in tow, once without - both times, you sat in amicable silence at Larissa’s bedside. There was no pressure to voice your grief, no need to relive that night again - you’d both seen what had happened, you both just wanted to forget.

“If Eugene made it out, Weems will too,” Wednesday murmured on her way out of Larissa’s room after that second visit.

You swallowed thickly and nodded, giving Larissa a once-over. Larissa, who was hooked up to tubes and IVs, devoid of any makeup, pale and lifeless, with a steady background noise of beeping monitors keeping her alive. Larissa, who was missing her student’s exams. Larissa, whose room was overflowing with get well soon cards and bouquets of flowers that were slowly wilting as more days passed without her waking. Larissa, who’d been so hopeful that everything at Nevermore would settle down soon. Larissa, who’d been looking forward to taking you on a dinner date.

Larissa, who didn’t deserve any of this.

Even late at night, Larissa’s room was aglow with little screens monitoring her vitals, with light flooding in from the hallway through the crack underneath the door. Voices floated into the room through the crack as well, the voices of nurses speaking in hushed tones that bounced off the linoleum as clearly as if they were standing right next to you.

“She’s not getting any better, she’ll be on a ventilator before long.”

“It’s a wonder she’s not yet, she shouldn’t have survived that.”

“Someone should prepare that poor girl for the worst…”

A single tear slid down your cheek as you contorted your body on the chair beside Larissa’s bed, nuzzling your face against her arm and loosely holding onto her fingers.

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When you weren’t reading to Larissa, you were doing homework, begrudgingly trying not to fall behind in your classes. Robin’s schedule was nearly identical to yours, and she’d been filling you in on everything you’d missed.

It had been just over a week, and you were sketching a still-life at Larissa’s bedside, narrating each and every stroke of your pencil for your girlfriend. You’d been out to buy some new flowers to replace the old ones, and there was a half empty cup of coffee on the little wheeled cart beside Larissa’s bedside that you’d abandoned when it had gone cold.

“You know,” you hummed, more so an afterthought than anything else as you started doing some shading. “I was thinking we could go somewhere warm when you get out of here. We could trade Vermont for the beach for a bit? My great aunt used to spend Christmas in Florida. I used to think it was a shame to give up the snow, but this year I think I’d like that. You know, it’s pretty unfair that I haven’t seen you in a bathing suit yet. I bet you’re a one-piece kind of woman, right? Red would suit you, I think…”

A movement against your arm shocked you into silence, your heart skipping a beat and then beginning to hammer against your chest like a hummingbird as your pencil clattered to the floor and rolled underneath Larissa’s hospital bed. Larissa’s fingertips brushed against your arm, her hand wrapping around your wrist and giving it a weak squeeze and, for the first time in over a week, bright blue eyes fluttered open.

“Larissa,” you gasped, tears of unbridled joy springing to your eyes as you cupped her cheek. She blinked at you, a thin film of tears covering her own eyes. She squeezed your wrist a bit tighter and you gently pulled it from her grasp, interlacing your fingers with hers as relief flooded your body, your free hand reaching for the call button to alert the nurses.

You gave Larissa’s hand a light squeeze, the thumb of your other hand softly stroking her cheekbone. “Fuck, I missed you so much…” A nurse rushed into the room and immediately started fussing about but you were oblivious to everything around you and, apparently, so was Larissa, her eyes never leaving yours as she watched you intently, as if trying to convey a thousand things that she couldn’t say in words.

~~~

The first few days after Larissa woke were difficult in a very different way to the days where you weren’t sure if she would even wake up at all. The doctors insisted they keep her in the hospital and run some more tests, seemingly all in awe at how her body had worked to repair itself.

You were shocked at just how much muscle mass she could lose in a little over a week - you could see how much energy every single movement took for Larissa. It took her a day or two to be able to properly speak again, the pain in her throat fading slowly, and even then her voice sounded weak. But it was a step in the right direction, and as soon as she was able to speak and eat on her own again, the nurses told her she could be discharged soon.

She was still unsteady on her feet, unable to walk very far or stand for long periods, and you were by her side anytime she stood, letting her lean her weight on you as she worked to regain the strength in her legs.

You FaceTimed Enid from Larissa’s bedside to share the good news with her and Wednesday, much to Larissa’s chagrin as she was severely displeased with how exhausted she looked on camera. Still, when Enid nearly burst into tears and Wednesday almost cracked a smile, Larissa’s lips curled up into a tiny, involuntary smile. Your heart swelled.

“You know,” you said as you hung up and slid your phone back into your pocket. “This whole time you’ve been worried about me, it was you we should’ve been worried about.”

Larissa started to laugh, a deep, belly laugh - the sound came out slightly garbled and she immediately winced in pain. You reached out to caress her cheek, smiling softly. “Take it easy,” you whispered.

“I am,” Larissa croaked out, her voice hoarse. Her eyes sparkled with joy, though, with life, and you leaned in to press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips.

~~~

Each night, you slept more and more soundly, knowing that Larissa was well on her way to recovery. Larissa seemed to be sleeping well, too, and she was looking a lot better. Sometime late in the morning, just a day before Larissa was meant to be discharged, a nurse poked her head into the room, interrupting you as you read aloud to Larissa. “Ms. Weems? You have a visitor.”

Larissa nodded and you closed the book, setting it aside. There was some shuffling behind you, and a melodic voice sounded from the doorway.

“Oh, my dear Larissa!”

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simpforboys · 2 years ago

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your jealousy is showing

xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary: when ajax and you get partnered up for a project, it leaves xavier to realize his feelings

warnings: jealousy, some angst (barely), fluffy ending, swearing

she’s kinda a long one🙏🙏

“alright class, today we’re going to switch it up a little bit. we’re going to do a partner project,” ms thornhill announced.

everyone smiled at their friends, including you. you and xavier made eye contact with smirks, but the energy quickly fell.

“i will be picking your partners.”

you frowned at your best friend as ms thornhill continued to explain the project.

“you and your partner are going to be using this seed.” ms thornhill showed the tiny brown seed around.

kent and some other sirens snickered.

“you two will have to get the plant to sprout by the end of the week. if there is no sprout, you guys fail. the project is due in class by friday. other then that, no homework for the rave’n!”

everyone shifted in their seat as you listened intrigued. bianca raised her hand.

“and is sprouting the seed supposed to be challenging?” she asked.

“this is a devil’s spawn. very challenging to grow, yet alone sprout. there is a specific way for it to sprout, the answer lies somewhere in this riddle. but that’s for you and your partner to figure out. now, here’s your partners.”

“are you ready to be a detective?” xavier mumbled to you with a smile on his face. you shrugged in response.

“i’ll be the best damn detective nevermore has ever seen. i just hope to be put with someone i know.”

“xavier and yoko, y/n and ajax.” ms thornhill kept reading off names.

ajax smiled at you and you returned the gesture. you and ajax were friends, not as close as you and xavier or even xavier and ajax, but you guys could talk without it being awkward.

“if i find out you guys cheat, use technology, or any outside source i will fail you!” thornhill announced.

“so, how do you suppose we do this?” ajax asked you.

“we can meet up at the weathervane later?” you suggested. he nodded.

xavier couldn’t help but feel his stomach twist in knots. the girl he’s practically been in love with for years working with his best friend.

“yeah, how about two?” ajax checked the time.

“sounds perfect.” xavier watched as you flashed your beautiful smile at ajax.

“where do you wanna work on this?” yoko asked xavier.

“how about... the weathervane? at two?”

yoko nodded.

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when xavier walked into the café he immediately noticed you and ajax sitting in a booth together, the seed in a tiny pot you probably purchased. he huffed as he sat down at another booth as he waited for yoko to show.

you noticed xavier walk into the café out of the corner of your eye, but you were too busy brainstorming to say anything.

“maybe we sing to it?” ajax suggested which made you let out a laugh.

“you can sing and dance to it, maybe it’ll sprout out and say hey,” you joked. ajax couldn’t help but laugh.

“well, what other idea do you have?” he questioned.

“this riddle just isn’t clicking in my head. ‘for me to sprout, you must not pout. for my friend grows, while i continue to foe. put me in light, and i’ll be a sight’” you read off the paper thornhill gave you all.

“so the plant makes enemies?” ajax asked sarcastically.

“maybe the whole purpose of the plant is to reveal your true self? i mean, why else would it be called devil’s spawn? some people are secretly assholes.”

yoko finally showed up while xavier’s head was empty. the riddle just didn’t make sense.

what else didn’t make sense to him, was what the hell ajax was saying that had you laughing so much. he hadn’t even noticed his jaw was clenched until tyler stopped by to take his order.

“what can i get you guys?” tyler asked as nonchalantly as possible (considering the drama between the two).

yoko ordered an espresso while xavier just settled for a water. he didn’t need caffeine messing with his head (because you were already messing it up).

once tyler walked away yoko noticed xavier’s discomfort as he stared at you.

“will you stop staring at your girlfriend and focus on our project?” she asked suddenly.

xavier snapped out of whatever world he was in.

“she’s not my girlfriend,” xavier frowned slightly.

“really? everyone assumes you two are together, considering the way you both look at each other.”

you took a sip of your hot chocolate as you and ajax continued making theories.

“i think maybe it’s a metaphor. a plant obviously cannot make an enemy, but people can. and as far as the light, maybe once the problem is resolved there will be growth?”

ajax nodded. “that might be it, actually.”

“but the thing is, what problem?”

you and ajax sat in silence. “let me go ask xavier.”

you stood up in your baggy jeans, black tank top, and jacket. xavier watched as you walked over to him and yoko.

“have you guys figured out anything?” you questioned.

“yes, and quite frankly i don’t think other partners are supposed to be discussing with each other,” xavier snapped at you.

you were taken back by your best friend’s hostile behavior. “damn. well thanks for that, dickhead.” you scoffed and walked away.

yoko stared at xavier. “your jealousy is showing.”

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days passed by with xavier avoiding you. you didn’t understand why he was acting like this.

but your main focus was the sprout and finding a dress for the rave’n. enid had invited you out with her since wednesday failed to make any set plans.

you filled enid in on the sprout project with ajax, knowing how much she liked him.

“oh my gosh, this would look so good on you!” enid gasped as she pulled out a long white dress with a corset top.

your eyes lit up at the dress. enid handed you the dress before she turned around.

“i’m in love, y/n!” she gestured to another white dress with fur on the collar and sleeves.

enid and you purchased your dresses and shoes before walking out of the store. on the way back to nevermore, you guys looked in the suit shop to see xavier and ajax getting fitted for suits.

“i think i’m going to pass out,” enid awed. you laughed at her fangirling, but couldn’t deny you weren’t doing your own.

xavier looked good. his all white suit made your stomach fill with butterflies.

“has ajax asked you to the dance yet?” you asked enid as the two of you kept walking.

“no, we haven’t really spoken since he stood me up the other night.” she frowned.

“i still think there was some sort of mishap. i don’t believe ajax would purposely stand you up, especially since he talks about you sometimes.”

enid’s gasp made you burst out laughing. “does he really?” she asked excitedly.

“girl, yeah. he wants you so bad.”

enid was practically squealing.

“i can say the same about xavier to you. that boy has it bad for you, y/n.”

“enid, we’re just best friends. but i don’t know, he’s being a dick ever since that stupid seed project.”

“maybe he’s jealous you’re hanging out more with ajax.”

you didn’t answer enid. maybe she was right, but who knows.

“omg! what if the problem you need to solve is you guys confessing your feelings!” enid squealed once more.

you stared at your friend, blinking at her a few times.

“absolutely not. he does not like me.”

“so you like him?” enid wiggled her eyebrows at you.

you couldn’t help but sarcastically roll your eyes as you felt your face warm up.

“you’re not denying it!”

“it doesn’t matter, okay? he doesn’t like me like that. despite how badly i want him to ask me to the dance, his stupid attitude is getting in the way.”

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never in a million years did you think you would fail at getting a stupid plant to sprout. but the look on thornhill’s face when you and ajax showed up with an unsprouted seed was enough to make you want to sob.

“i’m going to have to give you guys a zero for this,” she frowned.

you and ajax nodded sadly, however, you guys weren’t the only ones to show up empty handed.

xavier avoided your gaze as yoko showed thornhill the unsprouted seed.

you sighed defeatedly.

“i’m sure whatever that stupid riddle meant was so obvious.” ajax said in frustration.

“i guess. i just don’t know what we did wrong.”

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later that night, enid, yoko, and you all got ready for the dance together.

“i’m so excited!” enid said happily as she finished putting on her glitter.

you finished your makeup and sprayed your favorite perfume.

taking selfies of yourself for instagram, your stomach began to turn in anticipation.

“okay, everyone smile!” enid said. she took a selfie with you and yoko, uploading it to her social media.

“let’s go show everyone that we’re boss ass bitches,” yoko nodded. you and enid both cheered to that.

the dance hall was filled with white decorations. snowflakes, a giant yeti, fake snow, it looked like mount everest had an avalanche in the room.

enid and yoko met up with their dates as you went to get punch. when you turned around, you almost dropped your drink at the sight of xavier and bianca walking in together.

xavier quickly met your eye contact and you couldn’t help but feel rage fill your body and overtake your emotions.

for the sake of everyone at the dance and yourself, you decided to put your punch down before you did something absurd.

you walked over to enid to who was living her best life on the dance floor and just decided to dance.

letting the anger flow out of your body, trying to pretend like you didn’t want to punch xavier in his stupidly gorgeous face.

however, xavier couldn’t keep his eyes off you. the way you moved your body so freely, the way the dress hugged your skin, it was driving him mad.

and he instantly regretted not asking you to the dance and letting his jealousy getting the better of him.

that is until a boy came up to you, starting to dance with you. at that point you didn’t care and just let the dude dance. his jaw clenched and his leg bounced with the rush of adrenaline.

“hello? xavier?” bianca waved her hand in front of his face. he snapped back to reality and looked at her.

“what?” he asked.

“are you done staring at y/n? can we go dance now?” bianca rolled her eyes.

xavier picked at his finger nails. bianca huffed and got up to find her friends.

deciding he needed some fresh air, xavier left. he walked all the way until the music disappeared, finding himself in thornhill’s classroom.

he grabbed a pencil and blank sheet of paper, sitting down at his desk as he began doodling.

he didn’t even notice the sound of your heels clicking as you came around the corner. “are you done avoiding me?”

xavier jumped slightly as he covered his drawing from you.

“i haven’t been avoiding you.”

“right, because not texting me back or hanging out with me all week is definitely not avoiding. got it.”

“i don’t need to be around you all the time, y/n.” he snapped.

“i didn’t say that, did i?”

xavier rolled his eyes.

“don’t act like you weren’t so preoccupied with ajax.”

“are you being for real? xavier, we literally were trying to find out how to open this seed all week.” you held the tiny seed in your hand.

“didn’t know flirting came with opening a seed,” he mumbled.

“so that’s what this is about? you thought i was flirting with ajax all week and you got jealous?”

“i’m not jealous!”

“then why did you invite bianca to the dance?”

“what’s it matter to you? who i wanna go to the dance with is my choice.”

“because, you idiot! i wanted to go with you! i spent all week trying to get the fucking seed to open so you could ask me!”

“what?” he asked in disbelief.

“oh my god-“ you grabbed xavier by his tie and pulled him in. he immediately kissed you back, his hands gripping your waist.

the kiss was rough, sloppy, yet passionate. xavier walked you backwards until your back hit the desk.

one of his hands went down to your thigh, lifting it up as you played with his hair.

after a few minutes, you finally pulled away to catch your breath.

“i’ve liked you ever since i’ve met you, xavier.”

xavier grinned.

“good, because i’ve liked you since i first saw you. i’m sorry i let my jealousy get in the way.”

xavier pressed another kiss to your lips as you hummed against him.

“you look gorgeous, by the way.”

you smiled. “thank you, baby.”

“baby, huh?” xavier smirked.

“yes, baby. because you’re my boyfriend now, right?” you asked.

xavier nodded with the biggest grin on his face. “yes, you’re my girlfriend now.”

suddenly, you heard a little crack come from behind you on the desk. you both turned to watch as the devil’s spawn seed began to sprout.

“for my friend grows, while i foe. put me in light, and i’ll be a sight.” you recited.

xavier put his chin on your shoulder as you watched the pretty plant flourish.

“i guess solving your problems is the riddle.” xavier laughed.

you grinned, kissing your new boyfriend once more.

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ethanlandryshotwife · 2 years ago

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All I wanted was you | Xavier T.

Summary: All Y/n wanted was Xavier.

pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!reader

warnings: Cursing and like rude comments ig??? No smut u lil weirdos (I was reading smut like 2 minutes ago but whatever)

Enemies to lovers??

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I hate Xavier Thorpe.

I hate all the stupid things he says. All the unnecessary comments he makes.

Sometimes I want to kiss him, but the other times I just want to bash his head into the fucking wall.

Every guy that has tried to ask me out I rejected because of him, I only wanted him. He just won’t get what I’m trying to tell him. Most of my friends know about the feelings I’ve developed.

It’s stupid. I’m tired of acting like I hate him. When I don’t.

“What are you thinking about?” Xavier says from next to me. Right now we are in Ms. Thornhill's class. She gave us assigned seats and mine was next to Xavier's.

“Thinking of the best possible way I can kill you in your sleep and get away with it,” I reply to him. Snarky, like always.

“Aww, you’re thinking about me.” He teases. You don’t even know, Thorpe.

I chuckle in response.

If only I could get him out of my fucking head. It’s like I’m being haunted. “What plant is this?” Xavier asks shoving his paper in my face. Gosh, he is so stupid sometimes.

“It’s the bleeding heart, we have been learning about it this whole week, idiot,” I explained it to him. “How is learning about stupid ass plants going to help us in life anyway.” He remarked mostly talking with his hands.

I’ve always noticed that.

“It will help you if you decide to go out into the wilderness Mr.Thorpe.” Ms.Thornhill overhears from her desk “Now, do your work.” She adds then goes back to grading papers.

I quietly laugh. “Bitch.” He mutters.

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“Let's go shopping for the Rave’n.” This is the sentence that brought me here watching Enid twirling around in her perfect white dress.

“Do you like it?” She asks, for the 100th time “Yea, its cute.” I reply. I’m not trying to be a bad friend or anything but I just don’t really care about the dress or the Rave’n overall, I don’t even think I’m going.

“You keep saying that!” She pouts like a child “Anyways, what are you going to wear?” She questions me.

My PJs, then I’m getting into my bed and going to sleep.

“Um, I don’t think I’m going,” I answer honestly. I know she's going to freak out. “What do you mean!” She yells.

“I just don’t really feel like it this year Enid, I’m sorry.” I apologize. “Nope, you are going. Even if I have to drag you there with my own paws.” She threats. “Please don’t make me,” I beg already knowing where this is going.

2 minutes later I’m in a spaghetti strap white dress with a slit on the leg.(the photo is at the bottom, or Imagine whatever you want idgaf)

“Its perfect.” Enid squeals “we’re going to be the baddest looking bitches in the room.” She snickered. Oh lord save me.

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“Put the heels on before I hit you.” Is what echoes off of my dorm walls right now.

currently, Enid is forcing me to put heels on. I promised myself I would fight back, but it wasn’t enough against Enid's wrath and her claws.

I internally cried as I slipped on the white heels. “Gorgeous,” Enid says looking at both of us in the mirror. If only I felt it.

“My goal tonight is to make Ajax jealous,” Enid says. She has been mad at him ever since he stood her up and considering the way he talks about her something obviously happened.

“What is your goal?” She asks me. To stay away from Xavier as best as I can. “To sneak away when you’re not looking.” I answer causing her to giggle.

A knock on the door stops her giggling, “He’s here.” she squeals running to the door “Who?” I say. What is this girl planning? “Well, I found some people who didn’t have dates and.....” Enid trails.

“What!” I yell. I wanted to go by myself, not with some horny teenage boy.

“Who are the ‘people’?” I ask her. It better not be some jackass.

“Kent and that guy from the pilgrim world.” She answers before I can say anything she opens the door. Just like she said Kent and Lucas are standing at the door. “Hey guys, we were just finishing up.” She says.

She set me up with Kent. He asked me how to spell ‘you’ last year. God, I’m going to kill her.

My heels click against the hard floor under me as I walk. “Let's go!” Enid squeals practically running down the hall. I try my best to catch up with her in these heels.

I almost fall over a few times but I managed to catch up with her at the doors. “Come on!” She says dragging me into the door leaving are dates. “Welcome to The Rave’n girls.” Ms.Thornhill says with a creepy welcoming smile.

“Let's go get some Yeti-tini.” She shouted over the loud music. She grabs my hand and we walk over to the stand. I end up bumping into someone while waiting for her to fill our cups.

“Sorry,” I say before I meet the eyes of the person. It was Xavier, in a white suit and his hair down like usual. (Kill that man bun it was triggering the first time I saw it.)

“You actually look good for once.” He says while looking at my outfit. For once? “Well, you kinda look like that old man from KFC,” I reply.

“Touché.” He snickers “Look who has been paying attention in french, I’m proud.” I say giving him a little clap “Only took me 2 days to learn, a new record.” He laughs.

I look next to me and Enid has disappeared. “You here with anyone?” He adds. So much for staying away from him tonight. “I mean I guess not, my supposed date is making out with someone right now.” I say pointing to Kenny making out with a girl I don’t know.

“What about you?” I ask “Not really I pissed her off and she ran.” he explains earning a hum from me. Who is his date?

“Want to dance?” He says changing the subject. I can’t dance for shit. “I don’t see why not.” I answer.

Unexpectedly he grabs my hand and leads me to the middle of the dance floor. Life just seems to love me right now because as soon as we hit the middle of the floor it turns into a slow song.

“I’ve never slow danced in my life.” I tell him with panic on my face. “Just follow me.” He says as if we’re in some movie “People only say that in movies following you isn't helping shit.” I explain to him, I’m most likely going to bust my ass.

He starts laughing as I trip over my own foot “Shut up.” I say hitting him upside the head and making him laugh harder. I wish a hole would just swallow me whole right now.

“Do you just want to get out of here?” He asks.

“yea, but we better run before End attacks us.” I tell him he smiles in response. He takes my hand and leads me out of the dance.

Me and Xavier end up on the balcony that overlooks the quad. I usually hang out here when I’m not in the mood to hang out with my friends.

Silence fills the air as we look over the balcony “You know I don’t actually hate you.” Xavier says out of nowhere. “I guess you’re okay.” I say sarcastically rolling my eyes causing Xavier to chuckle.

“The argument I got into with my date was about you.” Xavier confesses. “talking about me, eh?” I ask. I don't recall doing anything to Xavier or his date, I don’t think.

He laughs.

“I just felt like you needed to know.” He tells me “What did I do to start the argument?” I ask him. “You didn’t do anything, it’s my fault.” He answers.

“I’m so confused.” I giggle. Did I do something to his date? “She said I talked about you too much.” He says.

Oh.

“Can I do something?” He asks me “Go ahead, Mr.Thorpe.” I say. I don't know what I expected him to do, but it most certainly wasn't this.

Xavier gently put his lips on mine. It felt like finally eating food you have been carving for a long time.

Sadly Xavier pulled away to breathe. Our noses touching “I think I kinda like you.” He admits. “Kinda?” I ask.

If only you knew, Xavier.

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Taking request!

Damn this took all night my back hurts. Btw I apologize I was very bored so I wrote this, I’m begging you if I spelled something wrong tell me bc its so embarrassing. Anyways I think ima start a kill Xavier's man bun cult what do you think?

The dress and heels or whatever u want idc<3

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m1lfsh4ke · 1 year ago

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

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xelinezeddiorsstuff · 1 year ago

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UPDATE !! I have decided to finally make the Twitter account, and it is @ziwriter_18. I have not posted my au just yet, but just know that it is in the works. So all marilyn thornhill/laurel gates lovers pls do follow me there and I'll see you !!

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

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

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 1 year ago

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

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

A very, very bad girl

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader

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

Word count: 5,715

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You laughed out loud and held a defiant look.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“All of them?”

“All of them.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I'm boooooored,” you crooned.

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

Someone knocked on the door, interrupting the tedious punishment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The redhead nodded and looked at you curiously.

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

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

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

She laughed softly, shaking your hand.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Keep writing, (Y/N)…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marilyn snorted and shook her head, crossing her arms.

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

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

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

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

You laughed out loud.

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine, Marilyn…” You sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Start damn it!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What's happening?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marilyn looked over your shoulder with raised eyebrows.

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

You shrugged and walked away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What have you done this time?”

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

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

The best normi is the dead normi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We all have defects…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You looked at her with a frown.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Twenty!” You counted. Marilyn chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded, obeying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You caught your breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Change what?”

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

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

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kolsmikaelson · 2 years ago

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can you do wednesday and fem yn are dating and are like gomez and morticia and they sit beside eachother in herbology and are all over eachother till miss Thornhill says something

just like your parents — wednesday addams x reader

word count - 569 join taglist warnings - mentions of excessive pda

a/n - i hope this is what you were wanting, enjoy <3

When you were around Wednesday, the butterflies rustling around your stomach turned into a stampede of wild animals, unbeknownst to you Wednesday felt the same — though you might admit it, she never would — Wednesday felt her heart flutter the moment she laid her eyes on you. If she hadn’t known any better she would have thought there was something wrong with her.

From the moment you met one another in Ophelia Hall, you knew you’d fall for the dark haired girl. You weren’t sure what exactly brought your attention to her, maybe her dark sense of humor or when you were paired to work at Weathervane together and you’d crack stupid jokes and see a small ghost of a smile on Wednesdays face.

Fast-Forward, six months later you were sitting in Ms. Thornhills class, you were seated in the back of the small room — you’d playfully dragged her behind you to the desks but she hadn’t put up any sort of fight — when you’ve pulled out your notebooks your hand unconsciously gravitated towards hers. You knocked your hand into her own playfully to get her attention. The dark haired girl swiftly placed her hand in yours comfortably before looking to the front of the room where Ms. Thornhill had begun speaking.

Wednesday’s hands would always linger on your skin, no matter the reason why, it was something you noticed early on — though you weren’t complaining, you loved it. Out of your friends, she only ever became physical with you. Over time it became increasingly more apparent to not only you, but most others around you. Some days she would link her pinky finger with yours as you walked the halls, others she would wrap her hand around your waist and pull you toward her side. It became more of a thing in your shared classes as well. Especially in Thornhills class, the two of you shared not only a favorite class but a favorite teacher too.

As you were working on the assignment that Ms. Thornhill had given at the beginning of the class you were leant over whispering sweet words into Wednesday’s ear all while giving her small kisses when Thornhill approached your table. Quickly you separate from your girlfriend, the work on the table was suddenly much more intriguing.

“Miss L/N, you aren’t in trouble, you can look at me.” she says with a soft smile on her lips.

“I just have to say girls, the other day Principal Weems brought something to my attention and I think I must agree with her. You two are just like your parents, Wednesday. Morticia and Gomez never could keep their hands to themselves, it seems neither can you.” she grins when she sees the blush that was brought to Wednesday’s cheeks. She wasn’t alone, as you could feel the heat rushing to your own face.

“Oh no, I didn’t mean it as a bad thing. It’s quite adorable actually.”

You smile as the redhead walks back to her desk, waiting until she turns to let your head fall onto Wednesday’s shoulder and let out your laughter.

“Oh my god I can’t believe she just compared us to your parents.”

“Well, it seems that we’ve got some catching up to do, next time they’ll be the ones compared to us.” she sighs, turning your head to face hers and she presses her lips to yours with a small smile.

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extinctspino · 2 years ago

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Could you write a Wednesday x Gn or fem reader in which the reader and Wednesday have obvious crushes on one another but when the reader asks Wednesday out on a date she instinctively says no not meaning it and has to find a way to ask the heartbroken reader out?

Crush

Pairing: Wednesday x femreader

Wordcount: 1.2K

Warnings: none

Author’s note: I’m sorry for the wait but I forgot to save this one and had to start all over again so it’s delayed

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“Just go for it.” You stopped pacing and snapped your neck to look at Xavier with a bewildered face.

“Just go for it? Are you crazy?! She would never like me back.” You started pacing again and Xavier sighed before putting down his paintbrush to focus on you.

“Just trust me, she likes you back. I know she likes you back. The whole school knows you like each other.” Xavier knew about your feelings for Wednesday and always encouraged you to confess but you were too afraid of getting rejected by your first real crush.

“You don’t understand, Xavier! I can’t mess this up! The last crush I had was on Marceline the vampire queen from Adventure time...”

“I mean... Marceline’s not that different from Wednesday.” You looked at him with an ‘are you serious face’.

“What I’m trying to say is that you’re going crazy for no reason.” He patted your back with his paint-stained hand

“Yeah, maybe you’re right... HEY, YOU RUINED MY SHIRT, SHITHEAD!” One second he was gliding his brush on his beautiful mural in the quad and the next second he was being attacked by an angry, non-threatening teddy bear.

Meanwhile...

“Ugh, I can’t stand this slow-burn romance story, just confess already!” Wednesday took a big step back when Enid exploded a little too close to her.

“I asked for advice, not for whatever this is supposed to be.” Wednesday stared at Enid, emotionless.

Enid took a deep breath and rubbed her temples, “You’re right, I’m sorry.” Enid suddenly looked straight into Wednesday’s eyes a bit unsettlingly. “Y/n has a crush on you.”

Without saying anything she turned away from Enid and sat down at her desk. “Ugh, fine. Then don’t confess.” Enid plopped down on her bed and started scrolling through the many videos on Tiktok.

The moment Wednesday sat down on her chair soft knocks sounded on the door. Enid grumbled and went to go open the door since she knew that Wednesday wouldn't.

Enid was surprised when she saw you at their doorstep but became ecstatic when she noticed the black flower in your hand. "Is Wednesday here?" You peeked through the door and saw Wednesday already staring at you.

"YES! Uh, I mean yes she's here. Oh, I almost forgot! Yoko really needed my help with something so... bye!" Enid pushed past you and closed the door behind her.

"That was a bit strange..." You mumbled but shrugged off Enid's behavior.

"Hey, Wednesday." You approached her and revealed the flower you had secretly stolen from Ms. Thornhill's class without her noticing.

You held the flower toward her and she wordlessly took the flower from you before getting up from her chair.

"I kinda have a thing for you and I was wondering if you... would like to go on a date with me?" You held your breath and watched with hopeful eyes.

But those eyes vanished when Wednesday shoved the flower back against your chest and says the words you hoped you wouldn't hear, "No, I can't. I'm not made to love." She did as if nothing happened and sat back down on her chair and turned away from you.

Tears were threatening to fall but you didn't want to look even more pathetic so you quickly left the room without another word and ignored the way Enid fell to the floor when you opened the door.

Of course, Enid was eavesdropping, she wanted to be up to date about her favorite ship at school. Enid entered the room, disappointed and a tad bit angry.

"Just once you should let go of your pride and admit you like someone! It's normal! Oh, how could I forget, you're everything but normal!" Enid exhaled loudly and sat down on her bed with her face in her hands.

"If I said yes, It would hurt her even more."

Wednesday is not very good on this topic so she answered your question with the logical part of her mind but when she saw your face after she rejected you it felt like someone was pulling her heart with a rope, trying to tear it out of her chest.

Maybe she should have listened to her now aching heart instead of neglecting her own feelings just because she wasn't used to it.

"Both of us know that's not true. You're just too stubborn to admit you have feelings. You're so lucky you have me." Enid got up and took a piece of paper with a pencil.

"You broke her heart so it won't be easy but I've got a plan," Enid smirked and started scribbling on the paper while Wednesday was staring out the window, thinking about the recent events. She didn't mean to hurt you like that.

While Enid was explaining her plan you went straight to the person you knew would always be there for you. The same person who told you to 'just go for it'.

When you knocked on the door it didn't take long for the door to open because Enid had already texted him about what happened.

You were sitting on his bed with your head hanging. You weren't making a single sound until Xavier hugged you. That's when the floodgates opened and all the tears that you had refused to let go came streaming down your eyes.

Xavier just kept hugging you and eventually put on a comedy movie when you calmed down a bit. You fell asleep near the end of the movie so Xavier tucked you in and decided to sleep on the uncomfortable wooden chair which was located in the corner of his room.

When he woke up in the morning you were gone and he was left with unbearable neck pain.

You went out on a walk through the forest to calm yourself a bit but it wasn't working. What did you even expect, Wednesday was an ice queen who never showed her true emotions. The question is: does she even have emotions?

Apparently yes.

You decided it was about time to return to school because you had been walking for who knows how long. The only thing you wanted to do was curl up in your fluffy blankets and forget about Wednesday.

Well... forgetting about her wouldn't be an option anymore because when you looked up from the ground she was standing right in front of you.

"Hello, Y/n." You stopped dead in your tracks and stared at her in silence.

"I have thought about our interaction yesterday and I made the wrong choice by rejecting you. I'm sorry. I'm having trouble understanding this whole liking someone thing but I know now that I can't bear to see you sad. I tolerate you more than other people which isn't usual so I'm here to ask you, would you like to go on a date with me?" Her whole speech made your heartbeat pick up rapidly and you couldn't help but smile.

As if the speech wasn't enough, a black teddy bear with a blood-red heart in his hands appeared from behind her back.

"I would love to go on a date with you Wednesday." You walked up to her and carefully took a hold of the teddy bear before you connected your pinky with hers.

"So? Where do you wanna go for our first date?" You were a blushing mess after this whole ordeal and Wednesday was a little less murderous that day.

Enid made sure to secretly capture lots of photos of you and Wednesday walking with your pinkies intertwined.

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creative-caramel-coffee · 1 year ago

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Note: Hi welcome to my Wednesday Addams Masterlist! All fics are for 18+ reader. These are hurt/comfort or sicfics with some fluff and maybe some angst. All fics are for Sick / injured Fem!reader (expect series which have it but not the whole time) there is no smut in any of this they are just sicfics and series. Enjoy :)

TITLE || TYPE OF FIC* || NO.K WORDS || RELATIONSHIP / TYPE OF FIC* || ROLE / TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP || PROGRESS

* A = angst || F = Fluff || SF = Sic Fic || W = Whump || PF = Period Fic || VW = Vomit Warning || AR = Agere

* REQUST || SICTEMBER || PROMPT

SERIES

SCARS AND SECRETS

|| F / W / A? / SF || 0.0K WORDS || WEEMS x THORNHILL x R || STUDENT PLATONIC R || WIP

|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 …

After a day gone wrong in the middle of a heatwave your secret, which is still very new to you as well, is shared with your principle and teacher who promise to help you. After you start on the road to discovering and learning more about yourself and this new secret life becomes much more interesting. Old secrets are discovered and your past gets a little more clear.

ONESHOTS

PRINCIPLE WEEMS x READER

Desperate to Decompress || F / W / SF / A? || 2.6K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader needs some time for herself to gather her thoughts and hides herself away. When Ms Thornhill notices your absence she reports to Weems, who goes to investigate.

Nightmares and Nosebleeds || F / W / SF || 3.3K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader has been having trouble sleeping and weems helps you get some much-needed rest.

Sickness and Sprains (+ asthma) || F / W / SF || 3K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader is sick and it triggers her asthma badly which leads to getting injuried as well. Weems helps you out.

Nosebleed || F / W / SF || 1.2K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader gets a nosebleed in class and make a run for it.

Good Intentions || F / W / SF / VW || 1.4K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader usually always stays behind from Jericho so when weems finally notices she insists and drives you herself. However, you get bad motion sickness but felt too embarrassed to say something.

Nurse Weems || F / W / SF / VW || 1.3K WORDS || TEACHER PLATONIC R

Reader is a teacher and gets sick, but you can only hide it from students and staff for so long. What happens when Wednesday catches you and calls in Principle Weems?

Stuck storming || F / W / SF || 3.4K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader gets sick after being trapped in Burlington due to a storm and flooding. Luckily Weems is with her.

Stuck storming part 2 || F / W / SF || 1.7K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader and Weems are still waiting for the flooding to go down. In the mean time your still sick and kind of bored.

Sickness and spiders || F / W / SF / VW || 1.3K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Readers gets in trouble for something she didn’t fully understand, the whole time she’s feeling sick as and Weems is yet too notice.

Schedules and sicknesses || F / W / SF || 2.1K WORDS || TEACHER PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader can’t miss this meeting. But Weems notices your sick… what happens now?

A Little Sick || F / W / SF / AR || 1.4K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader gets sick and regresses alone in her dorm.

A home in your heart || F / W / SF || 1.8K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader gets sick and yoko goes to fetch you some help.

Chronic pain in my butt || F / W / SF || 1.0K WORDS || STUDENT DAUGHTER R || REQUEST

Reader has chronic pain, and her mother is there for her.

MS THORNHILL X READER

Exam Season || F / W / SF / A? || 1.6K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader has been in some pain and finally finds a solution.

Attack of the pot plants || F / W / SF || 2.1K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader hides an injury and it turns out badly for you. Luckily Ms Thornhill cares for you.

Attack of the pot plants PT 2 || F / W / SF || 1.2K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader needs some TLC and Thornhill finds out what you did.

PRINCIPLE WEEMS x MS THORNHILL x READER

Sick day in the dorms || F / W / SF/ VW || 1.8K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader doesn’t show up for class so Weems and Thornhill grow concerned. What happens when your too sick to let them into your dorm?

The Sickness Excuse || F / W / SF/ VW || 1.2K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader has used the “sick” excuse one too many times, what happens now she’s actually sick and can’t leave class?

The Sickness Excuse Part 2 || F / W / SF || 1.3K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader has been resting after being brought back to the principal's office, Weems and Thornhill want to know more and make sure you're ok.

Shes a Sleepy Softie || F / W / SF || 3K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Readers been having some trouble sleeping, what happens when you do?

Exhausting Excursions || F / W / A / SF / VW || 3.4K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader gets sick on an excursion and Weems is concerned.

Ms Sniffles || F / W / A / SF || 2.5K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader is an alleged troublemaker who had been on Weems nerves all week, but now you're sick and Weems is feeling guilty.

Safe and Warm || F / W / A || 1.4K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader gets bullied and ends up somewhere she really doesn’t want to be. Small spaces always made her scared. But now she’s locked in.

Passing (out) in Botany class || F / W / SF / VW || 1.5K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader passes out in class and manages to get a nice concussion.

Studying sickness || F / W / SF || 1.7K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader passes out from studying for too long. Principal Weems and Ms Thornhill look after you.

The Addams Allergy || F / W / SF / A || 1.7K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader's allergy is a thing of myth, and someone decides to do some myth-busting. This won't end well for anyone.

The Black Towel || F / W / PF || 1.2K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader ends up in the principals office … but you didn’t do anything wrong. Well, nothing that deserved being here at least.

Exam Anxiety Sickness || F / W / VW / SF || 1.4K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader worries about her exam to a point of sickness

A Little Sick Part 2 || F / W / SF / AR || 1.2K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader gets some cuddles and a nap as well as seeing some new faces.

Texts from the ex || F / W / SF || 1.1K WORDS || TEACHER R

Reader is a fairly new teacher, and you have a panic attack at school luckily not in class.

First Visions || F / W / SF / VW? || 1.9K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader has her first vision and ends up injured and in need of help.

First Visions Pt. 2 || F / W / SF / VW || 2.3K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader is taken care of after part one.

Tonsil troubles || F / W / SF || 1.9K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader has been ignoring their body, Weems and Thornhill intervene.

Tonsil troubles Pt. 2 || F / W / SF || 1.3K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader is looked after following her surgery in part one.

Momma Bear || F / W / SF || 1.9K WORDS || TEACHER PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader is struggling with some pains and exhaustion while trying to find her feet at a new job. It's your scary boss that seems to be your saviour.

ENID x READER

Coming soon!

WEDNESDAY x READER

Coming soon!

WENCLAIR X READER

Coming soon!

OTHER

Motion Sickness Secrets || F / SF / W / VW || 1.8K WORDS || WEEMS X WEDNESDAY || PLATONIC

Wednesday faces the consequences of keeping secrets.

Inconvenient hours of overtime || F / W / PF || 1.7K WORDS || WEEMS X WEDNESDAY || PLATONIC

Wednesday finds herself in a stick situation and ends up tying weems into it.

The baby monitor || F / W / SF / A || 1.9K WORDS || WEEMS X WEDNESDAY || PLATONIC

Wednesday hasn’t been looking after herself

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mrs-harkness · 2 years ago

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The Teacher’s Assistant Part 6

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2.8K

Warnings: NSFW

Taglist: @poorwritingandstalecoffee @regalbootie @mymommawanda @awolfcsworld

A/N: Hope you enjoy the smut! Also, Marilyn stops popping up after this chapter. You’re welcome

You stayed behind during lunch to clean up the latest dissection in the conservatory. Dissection of carnivorous plants was always so much messier than you expected they would be, and for the conservatory to be ready for the next group of students, someone had to make the time to clean up after. Today that was you. You gladly sought a distraction.

All you could think about was Larissa though, hearing the strain in her voice as she called your name as you fled from her once again. This time though there was no excitement, no heart-fluttering hope that she'd chase after you and catch you in her arms. Disappointment and distrust sat in your chest now, heavy and hard. Why was she keeping things a secret from her employees? The other people that loved these students and had to protect them. Wouldn't that give you a right to really know what was happening? Wouldn't giving your heart to Larissa give you the right to expect no secrets to lie between you two? Maybe you were being unreasonable. You knew Nevermore came first for Principal Weems, her whole life's work laying in this school. Maybe she couldn't share because of safety. You two had just started seeing one another, maybe she wasn't ready yet. You sighed knowing what you had to do and all you could hope is that she would forgive you.

You walked to the conservatory doors but were surprised by them opening in front of you instead. Marilyn smiled and held food in her hands, holding out a plate to you. You would never admit it, but you were getting a little tired of her popping up at the most inconvenient times. You smiled anyway and took the plate in your hands, looking it over. It was your favorite that the cafeteria made and it really was a sweet gesture but you had a mission.

"Thank you Ms. Thornhill for lunch, but I have to go see Principal Weems," you said, setting the plate on a nearby desk. Marilyn immediately deflated, her kind demeanor gone and replaced with an incredibly agitated one.

"You just came from her office prior to class," she said, sitting at the desk you placed your plate on. She dragged the plate in front of one of the chairs. She patted the chair beside her.

"Come have lunch with me and talk, that is all I'm asking. Isn't that better than reporting to whatever strange conversations you two have and whatever punishment you were assigned for your disappearance," she said, taking a bite of her lunch.

"We don't have strange conversations," you grumbled back.

You were hungry and Larissa wasn't expecting you. In fact, she may not even be in her office. As unpleasant as Thornhill had become to you, she had gone out of her way to bring you your favorite and it would be rude to just brush that off. You smiled and sighed and sat beside her, her face lighting up immediately in that signature Thornhill way. It made you miss when you viewed her so positively.

You sat, eating in silence for a few minutes before Marilyn eventually spoke.

"You know you can tell me anything, Y/N. Even whatever is going on with you and Principal Weems."

"Nothing is going on Marilyn, we have just developed respect for one another and she has become a mentor to me."

You applauded yourself for the quick lie. Loving Larissa had already begun to change you. Marilyn's face contorted again, discomfort crossing it. She looked away from you, deep in thought for just a moment.

"I am meant to be your mentor."

You felt like you had been slapped.

"Are you jealous?"

"Absolutely not!" She nearly barked. She regained her composure quickly though.

"I am not jealous by any means. I am concerned. I just believe you should have a mentor that is more like you."

"You mean, a normie?" you said, keeping your tone flat.

"You say it like it is a bad thing. We are the only two in this school that are normal."

"You know, just because they're outcasts doesn't mean they aren't normal. They belong and they fit in in their own way. They are normal to them. They deserve respect for being just who they are."

Marilyn's jaw clenched. She was becoming agitated with you for not listening. Good. That's what she gets for being this way.

"I need you to listen to me. You and I are a team. I need to be the one on your team, not Larissa. She is different from you and honestly, I think she has ulterior motives. Something is coming to this school Y/N and you and I will need to stick together."

You stared at her. What was she talking about?

"What is coming to the school Marilyn? The monster?" you whispered. Marilyn shook her head.

"It's not safe for you to know."

You sat up so fast that the stool underneath you fell to the ground, the clatter of it hitting the floor echoing through the conservatory. Marilyn jumped, frightened by the display.

"I am sick and tired of other staff hiding information involving the school and the safety of our students from me. The other teachers are cautious of me and I understand that, I hear their whispers as I walk by without a second thought. However, my boss? You? That is unacceptable. I may be new and I may be young but I am a member of the Nevermore family and I will protect these students with my life whether I know what is happening or not!"

You picked up your lunch, your appetite was suddenly gone. Marilyn stood up, chasing after you once again.

"Where are you going? Please don't go back into the woods for another walk."

"I'm not. I'm tired of running. I am going to see Principal Weems to face my punishment and then figure out what is going on around here."

With that you threw your lunch in the nearest trashcan and stormed outside, looking up to Larissa's office. Just as you hoped, you found her once again viewing the conservatory, and this time you knew exactly what she was looking for. You stared at her for a moment before striding all the way into the building and straight to her office. You didn't even bother knocking, pushing the doors open immediately. You found Larissa standing behind her desk.

"Close the door Ms. Y/N," she said. You obeyed and closed it.

"Now lock it."

You reached behind you, never breaking eye contact, and locked the door behind you. No interruptions.

"I'm sorry for leaving earlier Larissa. I-"

"Did I say you could speak?" she growled.

This shut you up real quick. The mixture of fear and arousal that was forming in your stomach was strong and you had to cross your legs to keep yourself on your feet.

"You ran away from me, me of all people, again. I am so tired of watching you flee just because you are uncomfortable with something that is happening. Grow up Y/N, now is not the time to cower."

Her tone stung and your eyes became glassy. You really messed up this time. You bit your lip and blinked, trying to keep the tears at bay. You weren't a coward. You were willing to die for these students and Larissa, she just didn't know that. She did the same desk crawl as she did earlier, only this time it was much more intense. Her stare was deadly.

"Come here. You have disrespected your superior for the last time and now you must face the consequences."

With shaky legs, you walked over to the desk, standing what you thought was a safe distance away. It was not. Larissa grabbed the back of your head, pulling you into an aggressive kiss that devoured your lips. You moaned into her mouth at the shock and relief that overcame you.

You tried to break away to walk around the desk but Larissa wrapped her fingers in your hair tighter, pulling painfully. You whined and you felt her smile against your lips. Larissa eventually broke away, taking you by the hand and pulling you around. She fell into her chair and dragged you into her lap. Her tongue immediately found its way back into your mouth and ravished you, dragging it along your lips and teeth.

You knew you needed to be quiet, but the moment you felt Larissa's hands begin to explore your body once again, you couldn't help it. You moaned so loudly it rang in your ears. Anyone walking by would have heard it and you were hoping that everyone was still at lunch. Larissa pulled away and placed a hand on your cheek and another on your mouth.

"Don't utter a noise. You are being punished for disrespecting me."

You nodded, your eyes wide. This was the best thing that had ever happened to you and you had to cross your legs not to come right then and there.

She continued the exploration of your mouth and groped you over your clothes. You instinctively uncrossed your legs and spread them, straddling Larissa's hips. She slipped her hands under your skirt and grabbed your thighs and squeezed, dragging her nails on your bare skin. You opened your mouth to moan but she bit your lower lip, reminding you to stay silent.

Your core pulsed, needing relief. Her hands crawled to their destination, spreading your legs as wide as possible to welcome her. Just as her fingers grazed your clothed sex, there was a knock at the door.

Suddenly Larissa pushed you off her lap and right under her desk.

"Stay!" She whispered harshly. You nodded, smiling. You liked when she spoke to you like that.

She fixed her dress and her hair quickly before walking over to the door and unlocking it.

"Ms. Thornhill, this is my lunch hour. What is the purpose behind this disruption?"

You knew you shouldn't have told Marilyn where you were going. She was watching and following you like a hawk, this time was your fault.

"It's Ms. Y/N, I am concerned about her."

"Has she gone missing again?" she chuckled. You covered your mouth, stifling laughter escaping.

You watched as Larissa's legs came into view, sitting in her desk chair and scooting up to sit at her desk. You watched as her legs spread slightly, revealing her panties to you. They were noticeably wet and you licked your lips. She was doing it on purpose, and you were hungry. This lunch was much more up your alley.

"No ma'am she isn't missing. At least that I know of. I actually expected to find her here. She said she was coming to see you."

With that, Larissa kicked you with her foot. Now she knew it was your fault she was here. You wondered if that meant you would be punished further.

"She was just here. I sent her to town to run a few errands for me. I was in need of some things," Larissa said. Her voice remained calm. You wanted to change that.

You slowly ran your hands up her legs, hearing her voice hitch from above. She pretended to put her hands in her lap and swatted at you. You leaned back and she missed, eliciting a smile from you both.

"I am glad to hear she isn't missing but I am worried about her mental health. She has snapped at me twice now," Marilyn said. You rolled your eyes. She was a bigot towards the outcasts and you weren't going to stand for that.

You weren't focused on her though. You were focused on the sight before you. You began kissing up Larissa's legs, nipping the skin here and there. You heard Larissa clear her throat, trying to remain stoic and professional while you paid special attention to her thighs. She tried swatting you away one more time, making contact with your cheek, but all it did was make you more hungry for her. You knew she wanted it or she would have been holding you to the other side of the desk with her legs. Instead, she spread wider for you and you licked your lips.

"Well, are you doing something to upset her in these conversations?" Weems asked, obviously aware that was exactly what was going on.

"No! I am just trying to check on her. She hasn't been herself lately and she is so hard to find."

You weren't interested in the conversation anymore. You snaked your hands up to Larissa's panties and ran your thumb over her covered clit. She sighed, pushing her hips forward.

"Well have you tried giving her some space? Every time I am with her, you seem to be right behind her," Larissa said, recovering quickly. She was so good at this, you wondered if she'd done it before. You didn't care though. You were the one who had her now.

You pushed her underwear to the side, exposing the dripping mess underneath. You ran her fingers up her slit and landed on her exposed center, circling it gently and slowly. You wished you could see her face right now. The tightening of her jaw, the gritting of her teeth as she tried to remain perfectly poised in front of her employee all while you lay beneath her desk, making her squirm. Now she was the one who had to be quiet.

"Principal Weems, I mean no disrespect, but why has Y/N been called to your office so frequently lately? She doesn't do anything wrong."

"Why does that involve you?" Larissa spat, the frustration in her voice dripping as much as she was.

"Uh, I just mean, I don't see her doing anything wrong but she seems to be summoned constantly. Is there something I need to be on the watch for with her actions? I feel like a mother to her in a strange way so I just want to make sure-"

"She doesn't need a guardian here Ms. Thornhill. She is a grown adult and only meant to be your assistant."

You pressed your thumb harder into her core and you saw her thighs begin to twitch. If you weren't careful, she wouldn't be able to be quiet for much longer. She knew this too.

"Ms. Thornhill," she continued, "I would like to enjoy my hour in private. This is a conversation that can be had during meeting times. Come back then when I am available. Otherwise please vacate my office," she sneered, lust getting the best of her.

Suddenly she got up, your bottom lip jutting out at the loss of contact with her and not being able to get the job done. You heard Thornhill apologize and the door clicked shut along with the lock behind her. You weren't even able to emerge from under the desk before Larissa appeared, grabbing onto your ankle and jerking you out from underneath. You yelped as she dragged you across the floor and picked you up, slamming you on the edge of the desk. You were in trouble and you were so excited.

"You think it's appropriate to finger me while I have Marilyn of all people in the room?"

"No," you hummed, unable to hide the sly grin on your face. Her jaw tightened and she smiled.

"Well lucky you, you get to finish what you started."

You watched as she stepped back and hiked her skirt up to her hips. She slipped off her underwear and slowly dragged them down her legs, stepping out of them. She was exposed to you now and you gulped, ready for the contact. She didn't let you in that easily though.

She lunged and pushed you into the desk, your back flush against its smooth surface. She pushed you onto it further, kissing and biting your neck and the space right below your ears. You moaned out, no longer caring about being quiet. She climbed onto the desk on top of you, straddling your hips. You were glad the desk was solid and held you both.

She slowly moved up and placed her sex right at your mouth. You immediately dove your tongue in and whimpered, engulfed by the taste of her. It had become your favorite flavor that you would never tire of. You listened to her sigh repeatedly, touching her own breasts through her dress. She drove her hips into your face, dragging her clit across your tongue with force. She began to whine, her climax building. You reached up and inserted a finger, pumping slowly at first before inserting a second. You curved your fingers, looking for that sweet spot as your tongue ravished her clit. Her thighs clenched around your head, her grinding becoming deeper and faster.

As your speed increased, her breath became ragged and she leaned over, gripping the other side of the desk so hard her knuckles turned white. You watched as her whole body shook above you, coming with a wave. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she brought a hand up to bite down and stifle her moans. You smiled and licked up gently with the tip of your tongue the mess she had made on her thighs.

She slowly and shakily climbed off of you, putting back on her damp underwear and readjusting her skirt. You laid back on the desk and took in your handy work as Larissa sat down, exhausted. You went to sit up when that familiar feeling of a strong hand forcing you back down pinned you against the desk.

"Oh no Darling. It's my lunch hour, and I haven't eaten yet."

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