#marilyn blouse

[glamourbarbiie]

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[whiskeylover75]

It was a breezy June day in 1949, and a young starlet named Marilyn Monroe found herself on Tobay Beach, Long Island. This wasn’t just any day at the beach; this was a photoshoot with photographer André de Dienes, a man who would capture some of Marilyn’s most iconic images.

Marilyn, just 23 years old at the time, was on the cusp of fame. She had a few small film roles under her belt, but her star was about to rise. Little did she know that this day at the beach would be immortalized in photographs that would capture her youthful beauty and charm.

The beach was practically deserted, thanks to an unexpected storm that had cleared the crowds. This gave Marilyn and de Dienes the perfect opportunity to create something special. With the wind whipping through her hair and the sand between her toes, Marilyn was in her element.

De Dienes captured Marilyn in a variety of poses, from playful to sultry. She laughed, she twirled, she gazed out at the ocean with a look of wistful longing. In some shots, she wore a simple swimsuit, her curves accentuated by the clinging fabric. In others, she donned a white blouse and skirt, her windblown hair creating a halo around her face.

Her smile was infectious, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. She was a woman who knew how to captivate an audience, even when that audience was just a single photographer. The photographs also captured her essence, her raw appeal, and her undeniable star quality. They were soon published in magazines and newspapers across the country, helping to launch her into the stratosphere of fame.

[pinkcannibal]

Hello! Could I request classroom sex with Marilyn and student reader? Reader couldn’t keep still in her seat and kept teasing Marilyn by spreading her legs showing her that there was nothing underneath, so Marilyn just f^cks her in readers desk with a strap? Can there also be heavy dumbification? Thank you !!

hi! so sorry for the wait <3 disclaimer reader is a student and 20. tysm for the request hope u enjoy!

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title: private display of affection

pairings: marilyn thornhill x fem!reader, established relationship

tw/warnings: extreme dumbification/degradation, strap on usage, praise!kink, mommy!kink, soft dom!marilyn thornhill, bottom!reader, heavy subspace, fluff, smut, strap packing, classroom sex, finger sucking, deep throating

word count: 2680

requests: open!

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The tutoring with Miss Thornhill starts when you fail your latest exam, and so discouraged and torn apart by it, you honest to god almost start crying in relief when Marilyn offers to privately tutor you. 

She said it so casually the other day, while you laid back against her front on the couch beside her fireplace, in her dorm and curled up, so warm and content in her embrace. Tutoring is a huge task, and this intense wave of love and gratitude over takes you as Marilyn suggested it. You softened as the words hit you, looking up from your position on her chest with gentle eyes.  

“You’d really do that?” 

And the other woman titled her head, fixed her glasses in confusion, like the idea she wouldn’t was absurd. ��Of course, baby.” She said, so loving your skin prickled. “Your education is very important to me.” 

And you smiled, kissed the underside of her jaw and watched how she melted at the action. 

So, now you’re here, every Thursday in the conservatory as Marilyn walks you through certain sections of her Botany class curriculum. It’s basically dusk, with a blanket of fog rolling into Nevermore, and the glass roof splatters softly with rain droplets that fall down the windows slowly. 

What you struggled with in the exam was certain scientific equations, related to the chemical makeup in plants. And usually, like every other week so far, you’ve been so good for her, her good girl, pretty and patient and attentive perched up on top of your desk as Miss Thornhill teaches you.  

But there’s something about her today, right now, that makes you want to act out. How the blouse she’s wearing is slightly too small for her, straining against the other woman’s chest. How Marilyn has rolled up her sleeves to her elbows, holding a text book in her grip.  

And when she gestures with her hands as she talks, your throat goes dry at how attractive they look, how the slacks she’s wearing hug her hips and her thighs and her waist and her- 

You blush, eyes flicking down, only now noticing that Marilyn has chosen today of all days, to publicly pack.  

And your breath hitches seeing the almost unnoticeable bulge, because you know Marilyn only wears it like this if she’s feeling particularly bold, or wanting your attention. God, you think, you have it. So badly.  

Suddenly, you want to get down on your knees for her, take her in your mouth and let her dumb you down while you sit there for her, so pliant and good and doe eyed as she fucks your mouth softly. 

You choke on a whimper at the thought. And so thoroughly taken by the image of her leaning back against her desk as she talks, that you want to tease her now. You shift in your position on top of your desk, feel how wet you already are, and blush. Soaked just at the sight of Marilyn and the knowledge she’s wearing her strap.  

Whatever Miss Thornhill is saying gets lost to you, drowned out in your hazy mind as you uncross your legs, bite your lip and wait for her to notice.  

She does, and her words stutter mid-sentence as you widen your legs and push the hem of your school skirt up your thighs ever so lightly. Marilyn’s eyes darken as she tries to compose herself, walking closer to you and tilting her head. She places the book beside you, and when she speaks, you can hear how husky her voice has gotten. 

 You gasp a little as she takes your chin in her fingers, smoothing her thumb across your bottom lip. Can she see how wet you are for her? How soaked your underwear already have become?  

“Sweet girl,” Marilyn starts, a little like a warning as she sends you a chastising frown. You blush, squirming atop your desk. “None of that, I need all your attention up here, okay? Aren’t you my good girl?” 

You’re powerless to the desperate mewl that escapes, your heart beat goes erratic at the gentle degrading words and how the other woman is now between your legs, and oh god you can feel her hard length press a little to your open thighs. You can see how delighted her hazel eyes are behind her glasses at seeing you notice.  

And maybe because Marilyn teased you first, by nonchalantly wearing her strap as she taught you, you decide to reach for her belt loops, tug harshly on a petulant whine. Already, that familiar space she forces you into takes over your mind, and goosebumps start to line your skin.  

“M’ your good girl,” You slur, wet eyes flicking down to her stomach. “But you, god Mari, you’re wearing-” Your voice hitches, blushing as she urges you up to her eyes again with her fingers at your chin.  

She’s faux pouting to you as the words get stuck in your throat, like you were too dumb and blissed out already to form a proper sentence. 

“Oh, baby,” She coos. “I’m wearing what? Come on, say it.” Miss Thornhill urges, and you whimper as your hips buck a little at her tone, how she talks down to you so sweetly and lovingly.  

Marilyn then drops your chin, hands finding the inside of your thighs and smoothing over your skin in a hypnotising way, nails digging in lightly making your eyes water and chest tighten in need.  

Then she’s leaning forwards, kissing you so gently you chase her like a pathetic puppy, doe eyed and desperate when she leans back, murmuring against your lips.  

“Gosh, you’re just so cute when you’re so spacey for me.” She praises, smirking teasingly. You flush red across your nose. “Is my pretty girl too dumb to say she wants Mommy’s cock?” 

Fuck. You whine, tug harder on her belt loops, you can feel your wetness between your thighs now with how ruined your underwear must be. But you still nod, you still nod, confirm for her that you can’t think and can’t speak when she’s like this. 

And Marilyn lets you pull her hips forward, she groans a little at how you pathetically try and grind against her cock through her slacks and how you wrap your legs around her waist, forcing her so close that you moan throatily at feeling her hold to your hips, encourage your grinding and to control your wet heat against her hard length.  

Your skirt is bunched up and thighs trembling, you know you must look so small and submissive as you choke out around your arousal.  

“Please, fuck,” You bow forwards onto her shoulder, reach up and fist Marilyn's red hair at her neck as an anchor and sink into that space when she hisses at the feeling.  

“Want you,” You gasp, and turn your face into her neck, nibbling and mewling into her skin when Miss Thornhill digs her nails in harder to your hips in warning.

“I want you right now. I can’t wait mommy, please.” You beg, and it comes out a little teary and desperate. “Please please, I’ll be good.”  

You repeat your words in a plea, and the begging has Miss Thornhill just groaning; leaning forwards and ducking her head a little to kiss you so deeply that your fingers clench in her hair.  

And suddenly one of her hands finds your heat between your legs, making you gasp as she fingers the waistband of your underwear and softly pulls, tugs on the material in an unspoken question.  

The action is familiar and so attractive that on instinct, you buck up and obey her, helping Marilyn pull them down and completely off. She throws them on the floor, forgotten, and her tongue inside your mouth tastes so good. You pout when the other woman unfairly pulls back, taking away the addicting feeling. 

“So desperate,” She says, and you feel your stomach flip at how turned on she sounds, how Miss Thornhill moans as she slides two fingers through your heat under your skirt, feels how utterly soaked you are.  

“Fuck, and wet,” She whimpers, and you sigh into this high-pitched moan at the touch and words, how she gathers up your slick, circling your throbbing clit as you bite your lip.  

“You’re so stupid for me, aren’t you?” Marilyn coos, furrowing her brows in sympathy at your glazed over expression. “You can’t just wait until we’re back in my room, baby girl? Want me to fuck you right here?” 

You can’t speak, your tongue is heavy and numb in your mouth at how she degrades you, how sweet her voice sounds and how lovingly the insults sound from her lips. You chase the high and nod quickly, biting down so hard on your bottom lip you almost draw blood.  

“Right here, please.” You breathe out, and when you tighten your legs around her waist your breath catches in your throat as Marilyn stops teasing your clit, and instead quickly but expertly unbuckles her belt, unbuttons her slacks, and tugs the zipper down.  

Then she’s hushing you so sweetly when you moan at seeing her take out her strap from her briefs, urging you closer until her length pushes against you and you grind and tug her forwards, begging for her cock inside you. You’re almost off the edge of the desk with how eager you are, held up only by Marilyn and your legs around her. 

“God, darling,” She sighs out, enamoured at the sight of you wanting her so badly. Her lips part in unrestrained want when you desperately grab the base of the strap, sinking her tip inside of you with a groan. You’re so slick that one thrust could fill you whole, (and your eyes shining back up to her are all doe eyed and dumbed down and you see Marilyn soften at the desperation like melting wax.)  

“You have to be quiet, honey.” She says, but it falls into a surprised gasp because you whine and buck harder, take more of her strap slowly. Her hazel eyes flick down, gripping to your hips and settling your eagerness with a commanding head tilt. She hushes you, makes your throat bob on a mewl you can’t help when her hand is cupping your cheek and trying to catch your blissed out expression.  

“I love when you’re loud, baby. But right now, we can’t have that, can we?” You shake your head no, so obedient and ready to listen that Marilyn’s eyes darken.  

You can be her good student, her best student, such a good learner that she won’t ever have to question your loyalty.  

“Good girl,” She praises, and you whine a little when her two fingers prod at your bottom lip and she urges a little deeper inside of you with her strap, free hand holding to your hip as she makes it half way deep.  

And the feeling of almost being so full of her makes you shut your eyes and almost sob.  

“I need you to be so good for me and suck my fingers, honey.” Miss Thornhill says, and you nod again and whine, opening your eyes once more and parting your lips. You wrap your lips around her digits, blush and squirm and silently plead for more of her cock. You can feel the soft black of her nail polish against your tongue and your throat bobs as she starts to pump, so gently and softly that you tear up. 

Marilyn just sighs softly at the image of how fucked out you already look, as you take her up to her knuckles so well. “Just moan around them, okay? Let me do all the talking and touching. You’ve been so good listening, so just relax for Mommy, sweetheart.” 

And then you choke around her fingers on the most pathetic whine, because she bottoms out in you in one smooth, quick thrust, and you see stars behind your eyelids as you squeeze them shut and clench around her. She sets a slow pace, groaning as she hears the wet sound of her fucking into you, and you can’t breathe properly with her fingers in her mouth so you open your eyes, mewl around her digits and silently beg for her to go faster with a pleading furrow of your brows. 

Marilyn moans at the look, but has to bite her lip from being too loud. And she reads you so easily as she picks up speed and scrunches the fabric of your skirt up with her free hand at your thigh, looking down and groaning softly at how well you take her as she watches her strap disappear inside of you. 

“Fuck, baby,” She pants, looking back up and thrusting so hard and deep inside of you. The desk squeaks with her curling into you, and you know the wood is stained with your cum as you drip all over her and grab desperately to her shoulder blades and neck.  

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” She confesses, taking her fingers from your mouth, just to settle them at the column of your throat and press her thumb into your jugular. You gasp, able to breathe properly now, but when you swallow you feel her hand tight against your throat and you gush onto her cock at the feeling.  

“God, I’ve wanted to fuck you here ever since I met you.” Miss Thornhill groans, kissing you and biting to your lip. You let her inside your mouth, whimpering as she pulls back and breathes out: 

“You look so pretty taking me like this.” You gasp, climbing higher and higher, so embarrassingly close to coming you want to cry for her to slow down. But it feels so good when she talks like this.  

“Oh sweet girl,” Marilyn coos at your reaction, thrusting so deep and fast inside of you that your lips part from how overwhelmed you feel. The praise is almost too much. “I bet you’d look even better bent over, wouldn’t you? You want Mommy to take you from behind, baby?” 

Then she’s hitting that spot, making you cry out in pleasure and you know you’re being loud but you don’t fucking care, the praise and this floaty feeling and how deep Marilyn is, has you lost to the world.  

And you can't even ask for permission to come, because it washes over you so suddenly you jerk your hips and whine, falling forwards into Marilyn’s neck and panting and just gushing around her.  

You think something like ‘fuck, m-mommy, I’m coming, don’t stop, don’t stop-” leaves your lips in a throaty moan, but you aren’t sure, because Marilyn just says the sweetest praise in your ear, something that sounds like “That’s it, good girl, come all over me sweetheart.”  

And you feel her hand hike your thigh closer up her hip to angle better, and she keeps gasping “So good, keep going honey. You take me so well, my pretty baby-” and at some point nothing else exists in your mind but her, because you let her make you come again, moan her name out over and over again, not even caring how loud you are. 

And something just clicks inside of you as she lets you ride it out, talking you down and being so sweet. You’re all floaty and gone at that point, you just make this little noise, almost a whine, into Miss Thornhill’s skin when she tells you how good you were, even for such a dumb little girl.  

The rain falls harder. There are stars in your eyes and galaxies under your skin where she touches you.  

You retake your exam the next week.  

(You pass with flying colours.) 

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[weemssapphic]

in my head (series)

Chapter Three: Be Careful

Larissa Weems x f!reader

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words: ~3.7k, ao3 link

chapter-specific warnings: nsfw (smut) - cunnilingus (reader receiving), slight angst

chapter summary: Planning a date that isn't a date sure is stressful. Thankfully, you have Larissa to take away some of the tension.

“Y/N! What are you doing out so late?”

The familiar voice of a certain red-headed teacher halted your train of thought.

“Marilyn,” you squeaked out. “I, uh… I could ask you the same thing, you know.”

When you’d started at Nevermore, Marilyn had somewhat taken you under her wing for a few weeks, showing you around and helping you get settled. She was, aside from Larissa, one of the few people at the school whom you could truly call a friend.

She regarded you carefully, taking in your mussed hair and your kiss-swollen lips, the way your blouse was buttoned up wrong. A knowing look crossed her face, one that somehow both relieved and irked you a bit. You had a feeling she knew about your arrangement with Larissa already but, despite trusting her, you weren’t too sure how you felt about her suspicions being all but confirmed.

Mercifully, she spared you a brutal line of questioning and chose to ignore your current state. “I couldn’t sleep so I went to the library for a bit.”

“Oh, damn. Did it help calm your mind?” You hoped you didn’t sound as on edge as you felt.

“I think so, yes.” Marilyn smiled warmly, adjusting her glasses. “I was just heading back to my quarters, I’m hoping I can finally get some rest. I think it’s just been a long week.”

You laughed. “Yeah, tell me about it. I’m exhausted…” You trailed off, shuffling nervously from foot to foot, and there was a brief moment of silence.

“Y/N?” Marilyn’s smile never left her face, though she did look a bit more stern.

“Yes?”

“Just be careful.”

You furrowed your brow. What did she mean with “be careful”? You felt your jaw twitch in annoyance as you tried to smile back at Marilyn. What was she thinking? If only you could… You hesitated for a moment. It wasn’t right, going into someone’s mind like that. Especially someone you considered a friend. But it was tempting… 

Honing in your focus, you reached out feelers from your own mind into Marilyn’s, invading her thoughts despite your better judgment.

A memory, you recognized, but through Marilyn’s eyes: Larissa, standing in the quad, handing the Poe Cup trophy to Enid and Wednesday. She had a brilliant, toothy smile plastered across her face as she scanned the crowd of students and faculty cheering for the Black Cats and their win. As Larissa stepped back into the shadows to allow the girls their moment, she looked out over the crowd once again, her gaze pausing at something behind Marilyn’s shoulder. Her expression turned wistful, yearning, for just a fraction of a second, before a student came up to her and the toothy grin was back as she turned her attention to them.

Why was Marilyn thinking about Larissa after the Poe Cup? 

Marilyn gazed back at you, eyebrow quirked, head cocked. “Are you okay?”

You blinked, your connection broken. “Y-yeah. Sorry.” You bit your lip and crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly unsure of yourself. “I am being careful.”

“I didn’t mean to imply that you weren’t.” She smiled sympathetically. “Anyway, we should get coffee again sometime, like we used to. I’ll come by your classroom tomorrow?”

“Sure,” you nodded, forcing your lips into a smile. Marilyn squeezed your arm and wished you goodnight before turning around and heading out of sight.

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Sitting in your classroom, laptop open, fingers drumming against the top of your desk, you’d never been more grateful for a planning period in your entire life. Though today’s planning had nothing to do with your lessons and everything to do with a certain overworked principal.

You had this nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach that Saturday had to be perfect, but nothing you came up with seemed right. Dinner would be far too formal, not to mention far too predictable. You supposed you could settle for a more casual restaurant, but something about that didn’t sit right with you either. No, Larissa deserves to be wined and dined, not taken to some crummy fast food place. You winced internally at your line of thought - there was no way Larissa would want to be wined and dined by you, anyway.

You briefly considered some sort of picnic - there was a beautiful waterfall you’d discovered on a weekend hike when you’d first moved to Jericho, having resolved to get to know the area better. Waterfalls were beautiful, romantic - and clearly far too date-like. Larissa had a rule against dating coworkers, she’d stated that loud and clear after your first night together. You weren’t about to risk crossing that boundary.

Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe you were letting yourself get too close to Larissa. Maybe- but then there was Larissa’s smile when you’d offered to do something together outside of Nevermore… You huffed in frustration.

A knock on your classroom door pulled you out of your spiraling, and you looked up from your laptop to see Marilyn peeking her head into the room.

“Am I interrupting anything?” She smiled brightly and you shook your head ‘no’, grateful for the interruption.

“I know you have a planning period and then we both have lunch so I was wondering if you’d like to come to the Weathervane with me?”

“Yeah, I’d love that.” With one last look at the Google homepage that taunted you, waiting for you to make up your mind and make some sort of reservation for something, you closed your laptop and grabbed your purse, following Marilyn out the door and locking your classroom behind you.

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On your drive into the heart of Jericho, the two of you talked about your plans for your classes that semester. You were truly excited - Outcast Neurostudies was a new subject this school year and it was, quite frankly, a long time coming. There was still a fair bit of discrimination against your type of Outcasts and this class was the first step in educating the younger generation and arming them against prejudice. Mind readers, telekinetics, empaths and the like were still seen as deceptive, being able to use their powers to subtly manipulate innocent, unsuspecting people. What bullshit. Anyone has the power to be manipulative, people simply don’t like what they can’t understand.

Marilyn found a parking spot right by the Weathervane, and the two of you entered the café. You ordered your usual, a cappuccino and a croissant, and chose a booth next to the window which allowed you to people-watch while you chatted.

The door to the Weathervane opened and you glanced up inadvertently, locking eyes with none other than Larissa. She smiled warmly and winked, heading straight for the counter to place an order. Your eyes were firmly glued to Larissa’s backside as she walked; the way her pencil skirt hugged her shapely curves; the way her hips swayed with every step, just a bit more than they usually did; the flexing of her long calves as the clicking of her heels echoed in the small establishment.

“-cross-breeding those next semester!” 

Silence.

“Y/N, are you listening?” Marilyn’s use of your name shook you back to reality and you dropped your gaze down to your coffee, blushing furiously.

“O-of course, sorry, Marilyn. I just thought of something I need to ask Principal Weems later.” 

“No worries.” Marilyn smiled in understanding, though her brow was slightly raised.

Larissa chose that moment to saunter over to your table, smiling brightly. She seemed to be in an excellent mood and it was a bit infectious, causing you to grin up at her.

“Ms. Thornhill, Ms. Y/L/N, so nice to see you here.”

“Principal Weems,” Marilyn replied. “Ms. Y/L/N was just saying she had something to ask you.”

You nearly choked on your cappuccino, both women looking at you in concern. Your cheeks blazed bright red as you stuttered out a reply. “N-no- I mean, yes! It can wait though, I wouldn’t want to take up your valuable lunch time with work matters.”

“Indeed,” Larissa’s eyes danced with mirth as she smirked down at you. “As it is, my lunch will be cut short anyway, I was just heading over to see Dr. Kinbott.”

You opened your mouth to say something but were cut off by the young barista calling out “hot chocolate to go.”

“That would be mine,” Larissa smiled again, her eyes darting briefly between you and Marilyn. “I trust you’ll be back on campus in time for your afternoon classes?”

“We wouldn’t dream of being late,” you teased, trying to cool your blush and earning yourself another smirk from the principal before she went to collect her drink and disappeared out the door with a small wave in your direction.

So Larissa Weems orders hot chocolate. Interesting. You realized there was so much you didn’t know about Larissa, so many little everyday things that simply hadn’t come up yet. The thought made your stomach twist uncomfortably.

A silence had fallen over your table and Marilyn turned to look out the window, wincing slightly as she did so.

“You okay?” 

The redhead chuckled lightly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just slept wrong I think, my neck is killing me today. God, I could really use a massage.” She leaned back in her seat and took a sip of coffee as you mulled over her words.

A massage. A sort of spa day perhaps? Friends do stuff like that, you’d had several “girls trips” like that with your best friends back home. It would certainly help Larissa relax…

“Marilyn, you're a genius!” You beamed at her and she blinked back at you, frowning.

“What are you talking about?”

“Nevermind, you just gave me an idea is all.” You dismissed her question with a wave of your hand, ignoring her curious head tilt. “So you were saying something about which plants you wanted to cultivate next semester?”

“Right,” Marilyn looked genuinely excited as she continued to update you on her plans for the greenhouse and which plants she wanted to try and cross-breed with one another. You nodded along enthusiastically, your mind miles away as it drifted to your plans with Larissa.

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Back in your classroom, you wasted no time in booking your “date” for Saturday. With fifteen minutes before students were to arrive, you breezed through the reviews of several spas in the area, before settling on something fancy-looking in Burlington. 

Biting your lip, you checked out your options, your eyes landing on the couples massage package. Would Larissa mind? Of course it wasn’t solely for couples. Plus, you did want to spend as much time with her as possible - so it wouldn’t be very practical to separate for the day. If anything, you could play it off as being a better value with your teacher’s salary…

With the sound of your classroom door opening and students pouring in for their lesson, you made a split-second decision and hit “book”, quickly filling in your details on the booking form before shutting your laptop and directing your attention to your waiting class.

~~~

You were just packing up your belongings, having finished your last lesson of the day and dismissed your students, when Larissa poked her head in the door. 

“Hi,” you breathed out, a smile stretching across your face as she shut the door behind her, clicking the lock before maneuvering her way over to you and leaning against your desk. 

“You said earlier you had something to talk to me about?” she purred.

You laughed, your cheeks turning slightly pink. “Uh, no, actually… I just needed an excuse as to why I was staring at your ass rather than listening to Marilyn talk about her lesson plans.”

Larissa snorted, rolling her eyes and leaning in to press her lips to yours.

“You can’t keep your eyes off me, huh?” She smirked against your lips and you let out a soft moan. “Like what you saw?”

“You have no idea,” you murmured, capturing her lips again and deepening the kiss.

“Either way,” she pulled back slightly, her smirk morphing into something softer. “I wanted to thank you for last night.”

“You don’t have to thank me for having sex with you,” you teased, your blush giving you away.

Larissa raised an eyebrow. “I just mean you were very sweet. I needed that.”

You were sure you had turned completely scarlet by now and you scratched at the back of your neck, trying to look at anything other than Larissa’s smoldering gaze. “Anytime, Larissa,” you replied softly.

Larissa hummed, nuzzling her face into your neck and nipping gently at the skin under your earlobe. “So what are we doing on Saturday?” Her voice was low and sultry, and you tried and failed to suppress a whine as her tongue soothed over the skin on your neck.

“It’s a surprise,” you said in what you hoped was a firm tone, but your voice shook traitorously.

“Well how will I know what to wear?” You could hear the playful pout in her voice.

“Just wear what you usually wear, don’t worry about it so much. If you really want to know I’ll tell you, otherwise you’ll find out on the way there.”

“Hmm… it’s fine, you can surprise me,” Larissa acquiesced. “You know, I haven’t been surprised in a long time.”

“I think you’ll be plenty surprised,” you smirked.

Larissa moaned into your ear, her hands coming to rest on your waist as she pulled you closer, attacking your neck with her lips.

“I was hoping to return the favor today,” she whispered between kisses, her lips traveling lower until they reached the top of your sternum. She looked up at you with doe eyes, a hunger burning in her blown pupils.

“You know I would never say no to that,” you groaned.

Larissa began to undo the buttons of your blouse, her lips following her fingers as she marked your chest in hues of red and purple. She unclipped your bra to gain better access to your breasts, swirling her warm tongue around each of your nipples until they had hardened.

“On the desk,” she ordered.

You hopped eagerly onto the edge of your desk, spreading your legs in anticipation.

“Someone’s eager,” Larissa mocked playfully, her hands coming to rest on your thighs. She pushed your skirt up until it was bunched around your waist, pupils dilating further as she caught sight of the wet spot on your panties.

She pulled them aside, gliding a finger through your folds and letting out a groan. “Oh, darling, you’re drenched.” Her lips met yours in a passionate kiss as she hooked her fingers around the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your legs. She pulled away from the kiss to drag the panties off your legs and settle between your thighs, wasting no time in peppering the soft flesh of your inner thighs in kisses and hickeys. 

The heat between your legs was becoming unbearable, your clit practically pulsating, and your hand came to rest on her head, pushing her face into your cunt. She let out a low chuckle and, finally, ran her velvet tongue up your slit, circling your throbbing bundle of nerves before latching on and sucking.

You weren’t sure whose moans were the loudest, only that you were grateful that classes had ended and no one would be in this wing of the school to hear the vulgar noises spilling out of your classroom.

Larissa’s fingers found your soaked slit and teased your entrance before slipping inside. She pumped in and out of you, curling her fingers against your sweet spot as you rolled your hips in time with her thrusts.

“You’re doing so well for me, darling,” Larissa panted, letting out a moan as you twisted your fingers in her hair, scratching desperately at her scalp. The moan vibrated against your clit, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and come for me?”

“Yes, god- fuck, Larissa, I’m so close,” you whimpered, your hips bucking erratically against Larissa’s face as your thighs began to tremble.

Within seconds you were coming undone, your core tightening and then releasing as you reached your peak. Larissa lapped at your pussy as you rode her face, your juices dripping out of your center and soaking the desk beneath you.

“Good girl,” Larissa purred against your pussy, cleaning up your folds with her tongue before standing to capture your lips in a hungry kiss. You opened your mouth for her, allowing her tongue to slide against yours and moaning at the taste of yourself.

Larissa didn’t pull away until she had run out of breath, resting her forehead against yours. “You, my darling, are simply irresistible,” she breathed, her warm breath tickling your face.

Your heart fluttered at her words, an unexplained warmth taking up shop in your belly that you tried your hardest to ignore. The last thing you needed was to catch feelings for your best friend. Your best friend, who had made it clear where her boundaries lie. Your best friend, who you definitely did not want to lose. 

“I have to go, I have a huge pile of paperwork that needs to get done by tomorrow,” Larissa sighed, pecking your lips before straightening up and pulling out her phone, checking her reflection in the front camera and fixing her smudged lipstick.

“Of course,” you panted, still out of breath. “Just don’t work yourself too hard, okay?”

Larissa offered you a warm smile and gave your thigh a light squeeze. “It’s sweet that you worry. I’ll be fine. After all, I have this weekend to look forward to.”

With a final wink, Larissa exited your classroom, leaving you to sit on your desk, breathless and flushed, skirt still pooled around your waist.

What on earth was this woman doing to you?

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Larissa’s week had passed achingly slowly as she hopped from meeting to meeting. Her only saving grace was the anticipation of getting to spend an entire day with you, free from the constraints and duties you faced in your everyday lives at Nevermore. Her thoughts had drifted during the most boring of her meetings, much more than she’d ever dare to admit, wondering what you could be planning. She didn’t really care, of course. Simply the idea of spending time with you brought forth a certain childlike giddiness (that she would never confess to).

When she awoke on Saturday morning, she could hardly stop herself from immediately jumping out of bed and starting her routine. She plucked a record from the shelf, placing it gently on the record player. The room filled with music and she hummed along as she set about brushing her teeth and dressing, choosing a sleeveless, olive green dress and laying out the matching coat on her bed. 

A short while later, she found herself sitting in front of her vanity, pinning her silvery waves into their usual updo, fingers shaking slightly as a nervous excitement bubbled in her stomach. Once she was satisfied with her hair, she turned to her makeup, going through the steps she’d done a hundred times before, hoping the little ritual would help soothe her nerves. 

Larissa frowned as she looked at herself in the mirror, eyes stopping on every crease, every wrinkle she could find, somehow all more pronounced after a stressful work week. It hit her all at once that you were quite a bit younger than her, her heart sinking in her chest. She felt as though she’d been slapped in the face. What were you doing with her? What did you see in her?

Lost in thought, she found herself itching to do something she hadn’t done in a long time - shift for the sake of shifting. Concentrating for a moment, she watched herself morph into a younger version of herself, twenty years younger. She appraised her features, the smooth skin, unmarred by time or the stress of a demanding job - the innocence she had once possessed. She knew, of course, that you couldn’t see her like this, that she would have to shift back. She had never even divulged her Outcast ability to you, preferring to keep that secret locked away from anyone at Nevermore. But she did wonder - would you prefer her this way? 

She was so absorbed in criticizing her own appearance that she didn’t hear the door to her quarters open over the sound of the record that was playing. In fact, she didn’t even hear the footsteps drawing nearer and nearer - until it was too late.

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You walked the corridors to Larissa’s office with a spring in your step, knocking twice when you stopped in front of her door. 

Silence.

Perhaps she was still in her quarters, getting ready. You fished out the key she’d given you for emergencies that one time when she’d gone away for a conference and opened the door.

“Larissa?” you called out, glancing around the office. Empty.

You heard music coming from your right and noticed that the door to Larissa’s quarters stood ajar. With a bright smile, you strode over to the door and knocked, once again receiving no reply. She probably can’t hear over the music, you reasoned. 

You recognized the song as “Kind of Woman” by Stevie Nicks and suppressed a giggle at Larissa’s music taste, before slipping into her quarters. Sure, you probably could’ve just texted her that you were waiting for her, but you figured she wouldn’t mind. Even if she wasn’t dressed yet, it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen her naked before.

You padded your way through the small apartment, following the music to her bedroom.

“Hey, are you-” You stopped dead in your tracks, your heart thundering in your chest as your eyes were drawn to Larissa’s vanity.

The young woman sitting there wasn’t the woman you’d expected to see. Luscious blonde curls cascaded over her alabaster cheekbones, giving way to the soft curve of her jaw. Expressive eyebrows, plucked to perfection, arched perfectly over icy blue eyes that were now wide with shock, boring into yours through the mirror, red lips parted as her jaw went slack. 

But there was no mistaking it - the woman sitting there was Larissa.

x

[camilaxmartin]

not so secret

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

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

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

warnings: none

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

silence occurred the room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[nevloveslemons]

Falling For the Saint (Clive Babineaux x Reader Insert)

Tags?: AFAB Reader, Clutzy reader, Season 1-2 ish, reader type to try and quietly eat at 4 am and end up accidentally walking up everyone, Fluff, strangers to friends to lovers, I’m giving you a name a personality, Pink haired insert (dyed,) ummmmmm I dunno let’s feel the vibe. probably many police precinct inaccuracies.

Today was going abnormally slow today, like usual. From the moment Clive hit his snooze button at 5, he decided today was going to be low key. Today somehow drained him, thinking about what whacky personality trait ‘Liv’s going to have today from trying to bring up the missing kids to his Lieutenant, from deciding what stale donut he’ll snack on for ‘lunch’ because he forgot his homemade packed lunch in the fridge somehow. (He even sat on the couch for 5 minutes just sitting.)

after getting ready and getting his holy grail; black coffee (he hate’s the stereotype of cops; donuts, plain coffee because they can’t afford the time, stiff posture, proper, despite showing many of them.) He walked into the precinct, unconsciously checking to see if everything’s under control and calm, which it was not.

In the bullpen he noticed an abundance of his fellow detectives here ON time with is unusual as his superiors aren’t as strict as they should be when it comes to being on time. He passed through the gate and saw his co-workers surrounding someone. You. He pauses, he’s never seen someone so… colourful?

You’re clad in a cat-red, maxi skirt with matching coloured beret and pumps. You had a black and white pocadot blouse with small-medium, poofy sleeves. Even your makeup was bold, bold but colourful, his mind actually went to Marilyn Monroe. Your lips were glossy and red, blush a cool rouge, your cat eyeliner and eye makeup drew him in, kin to the characters he had a crush on as a child in animation movies.

He realized after analyzing your outfit he was being creepy. He quickly snapped his head away from your being and started towards his desk. “Clive! Clive!” One of his co-workers grabbed his jacket with their fingers. He was surprised but held his strong expression, instead letting an exasperated looking face whilst raising his eyebrows, waiting for an answer. “Have you met Beth?” They asked with excitement clear in their tone.

“Uh, no considering I just walked through the gates.” He answered. His tone coming out bored and annoyed, he was a tad annoyed; yes, but it was mainly just his tone/being. He wasn’t trying to sound like this. “We’ll turn your frown upside down” he couldn’t resist, he rolled his eyes. “She’s so bright honestly! A bit of a clutz; I moved in everyones mugs away from the edge of their desks, but she just got transferred from the 99th precinct!” They then pull him to the box of muffins that caught his attention. (other than you lol, if i got to- man now I want a Timmies blueberry muffin :()

“Beth brought these in as a like ‘token of appreciation?’ If we cops were doing that pretty sure we’re supposed to but, eh?”

Pumpkin-Walnut. Acquired.

After his brunch muffin he did a bit of paper work, some back and forth between his desk, the board, and the morgue and by time you know it. It’s lunch. Like stated, brunch muffin, Clive thinks it’s okay to make breakfast count as lunch (8-10 bfast 11-1 lunch, he had his muffin at 7 and hasn’t eaten since.) He was sitting at his desk, leaning his chin on his right hand whilst closing his eyes and not thinking… just, sitting? Then he could feel someone approach him so he eyed his eyes to see you. The Newbie.

“Hello, Detective Babineaux, I’m Elizabeth Johnson. I transferred here from the Nine-Nine and according to our Lieutenant, you’ve been put on my ‘babysitting?’” He looks at you whilst you explain your being there when he hears a rather loud, gurgle. His eyes go from yours to your stomach and back to yours, once he sees your face he notices how quickly you flushed.

“Ah, I apologize. I forgot my lunch at home and planned to have a muffin for lunch only to find them gone.” You let a small chuckle out and let your eyes wonder to anywhere but Clive’s eyes.

“I guess you and I are in the same boat, huh?” He says in hopes of settling some of your embarrassment.

“Oh! You forgot your lunch too?” Your eyes light up, seemingly forgetting about your former emotion. “Uh, yeah-“ He begins going on about what he had packed for lunch. You two talked the duration just about food. You’re not sure how, it went from your lunches and how you wish you had them to the containers their in to the spices and seasonings used. Clive doesn’t realize it but he started to smile when talking to you.

(First time writing on here…..)

[dianneking]

How do you think would Marilyn Thornhill react to Fem!Reader giving her spa day after having a stressful day at work?

Spa Night: Marilyn x Reader Fluff

A/N: This is cute domestic fluff. I know, shocking, coming from the Angst Fairy. Also, I realized after re-reading this that there is no actual sentence that would characterize Reader as fem, and adding them afterwards felt kinda forced. Sorry, I am so used to leaving Reader as neutral as possible that even though I was picturing R as femme, it doesn’t show explicitly in the fic. There’s a lot of Marilyn’s body to make up for it though!

Tags: established relationship, fluff, pampering, nudity, suggestive language and scenes, no actual smut.

Wordcount: 1304

“Welcome home sweetheart.”

Marilyn barely answered you as she dropped her bag on a chair, toeing her shoes off. You looked at her from the kitchen, your eyes taking in the way her hair hung limply, framing the tired lines on her face, before reaching her drooping shoulders. Yet another day of work driving her into the ground, sapping her liveliness out until she arrived to you little more than the husk of herself. Enough was enough.

“That’s it. Come with me.”

“Darling, what…?”

“Shhhh.”

You linked your fingers together, wordlessly guiding her to the bathroom, where you only lit the smallest of lights, giving it a relaxed, warm atmosphere.

You let the water run, slowly filling up the tub as you dropped one of the bath bombs in, letting the fragrant smell of herbs mix within the steam before once again turning to Marilyn.

You slowly brought your hands to her blouse, popping one button open after the other, then delicately pushing the cloth off her shoulders, exposing the pale, freckled skin. You threw the shirt in the hamper, quickly followed by her bra.

Unable to resist, you pressed a kiss to her collarbone, and she shivered as your hands run against her sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake until they finally reached the waistband of her jeans, toying with the button for a handful of moments before you finally unfastened it, pulling the zipper down as well.

You dropped in a crouch, tugging the denims down with you, until they were pooling around her ankles, and you were face to face with her striped underwear.

“Darling…” You looked up at her breathless plea, to see her wide, beautiful eyes partially hidden by her glasses that were starting to fog up, her mouth slightly open, her chest heaving. She jerkily removed her glasses setting them on the nearby counter, drinking in your figure, kneeling at her feet like she was a goddess and you her worshipper.

You smiled up at her, hooking your fingers in the elastic of her underwear and pulling on it without breaking eye contact, until she was able to step out of the pile of her discarded clothes, an artwork comparable to Botticelli’s Venus.

You wanted nothing more than kiss up her calf, hitch her leg up to your shoulders and just dive into her, but this wasn’t about you. Tonight was all about her. So you stood back up and held her hand as she stepped into the warm water of the tub and lied down in it, a satisfied groan leaving her lips as she let the tiredness of the day melt away bit by bit.

“I’m going to set a few things up, you stay here and relax, dearest.”

When you came back, she had abandoned her head against the border of the tub, her fingers lightly playing with the bubbles in the bath as she muttered a song to herself, her hair splayed in a red halo around her.

“Would you like me to wash your hair, sweetheart?”

She nodded, her eyes coming up to meet yours, unfocused. You could get lost for days in those swirling brown pools. She was mesmerizing.

You let warm water run from the faucet, careful not to let it fall into her eyes, then you proceeded to squeeze a dollop of her shampoo on your hands, and started massaging it into her scalp, loving how she instinctually melted against your touch, a sigh leaving her lips. You lathered her lengths, rinsed, and repeated the motions.

You helped her stand and rinsed the soap off her body, before offering her your hand to hold onto as she stepped out of the tub. You lost no time in wrapping her in the fluffiest towels you had, enveloping her in a hug as you did so.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” She whispered to you, her mouth warm on your ear.

“I’m only getting started, sweetheart.” You murmured back, tightening your arms around her. You waited for her to wrap her hair in an old t-shirt, as she usually did, then once again you grasped her hand, leading her to your bedroom.

You had lit a scented candle, and low, soothing music was playing from the speakers.

“Wow.” She breathed, taking in the low, colored lights and the whole atmosphere. “All of this…for me?”

“Of course, dearest. You deserve to be pampered.” Standing behind her, you unwrapped the towels, letting them fall to the ground unceremoniously and once again you were amazed at how beautiful her body was in all of her dips and plains and valleys and all the little details that made her…her.

“Go lie on your front for me, sweetheart.” You instructed her softly. She complied, turning her head sideways on the pillow to be able to watch you as you coated your hands with scented oil.

You started the massage at her feet, firmly enough so as not to trigger her ticklishness as you ran your thumbs along the arch, allowing them to relax after a whole day of standing. You then moved to the ankles, slowly inching up the calves and the back of her thighs. She sighed into the pillow, and you had to fight all of your instincts in order not to get distracted by the soft curve of her ass. There would be time later for that, if she wasn’t too tired. You moved up to straddle her thighs in order to reach her lower back, and the feel of your body pressed against her turned her sigh into a soft moan.

You paused to apply more oil, before digging your thumbs deep into her lower back muscles, her moans growing louder the more weight you put behind your hands.

“Is it too much, sweetheart?”

“God, no. It’s…oh…it’s perfect.”

You loved to see how sensitive she was to your ministrations, how slowly but surely you worked your way through all of the knots in her back, until you were basically lying on top of her, massaging the base of her neck. Once you were satisfied with your handiwork, you pulled back, pressing a kiss to the back of her head. She whimpered, already missing the warm weight of your body on top of her.

“I’ll be there in a sec, love.”

You covered her with the duvet, brought the towel back to the bathroom, and then joined Marilyn under the covers. She hadn’t moved an inch, but as soon as your head hit the pillow beside her, her warm chocolate eyes blinked open and she smiled, a soft, placid smile that made her look like a totally different person from the stressed-out teacher that had entered through the door earlier.

She brought her hand up to cup your cheek, and slowly scooted over so she could kiss you, her lips slowly mapping your own, pulling your bottom lip between her teeth to suck on, then releasing only to lazily lick all over it, before moving her tongue to yours, tangling with it with no fight. You kissed like that for quite some time, feeling as if the whole world had stopped in its motion, taking the time to explore each other.

At some point she pulled away slightly, to look at you with all of her love for you making her eyes shine in the semi-darkness of your room.

“I am so lucky to have you, darling.” She whispered against your lips, before recapturing them in a kiss, not leaving you any room to tell her that her that you were the lucky one between the two, to be allowed to care for her when she was at her lowest.

“Oh, and also,” she nibbled at your lower lip once again before finishing her sentence, “you are wearing way too many clothes.”

Liked it? You can read more of my ff on my masterlist!

[elegancehighfashion]

Marilyn Monroe x Emilio Pucci.

Marilyn used to wear heavily PUCCI's print blouses and bold colored dresses in the early 60s. Which has complemented to her time-honored glamour.

[smokin-symbiotes]

October Horror Movies #1:

'The Texas Chain Saw Massacre' (1974)

Summary: Five friends go on a road trip through Texas only to be systematically murdered by a family of cannibals.

I'm dedicating myself to watching a horror movie a day for the month of October, and I started with 'The Texas Chain Saw Massacre' (1974). Spoilers and unpleasent content ahead.

The biggest preoccupation of the movie is with meat, from how it's processed to how it's consumed. The earliest lines of dialogue between our five unsuspecting victims are about how some of their family worked at a slaughterhouse. The strange hitchhiker they pick-up also worked at a slaughterhouse and has photos of hanging cattle carcasses--notably, after he shows these photos, he takes a photo of the group, too, linking them to the beef.

The methods in which the group are murdered deliberately parallel the death and storage of animals for food. (i.e. violent bludgeoning, getting impaled on meat hooks, getting carved up). Like cattle, they are lured to their deaths one by one: one of the characters even goes up a ramp before being suddenly killed, much like how animals are loaded off of ramps into a slaughterhouse.

The friends are treated like factory farm animals by the family of killers, the Sawyers. The are objectified, tortured, killed, and reduced to their meat and leftover parts—as seen by the Sawyer's decor of human skin and bones, they turly let nothing go to waste. Through this grisly display, we are put into a position where we must empathize with the meat on our plate.

This objectification greatly emphasizes the terror serial killers produce, whether they're on-screen or in real life. Speaking as a layperson, the fear of serial killers stems from their tendency to objectify their relationships with other humans. Either they are conduits to help them fit in (i.e. family, clergy, co-workers), or they are objects to subject their repressed desires to. This theme is particularly animated in the lengthy dinner sequence, where our proto-final girl, Sally (Marilyn Burns), is taken captive by the Sawyers and is forced to have dinner with them.

Here, she is no longer a free person, but a living manequin that the Sawyer family tortures and mocks. She is forced to play 'House', with her captives, in which she takes the role of 'Daughter', the hitchicker, Nubbins (Edwin Neal) is the bratty brother, Old Man (Jim Siedow) is the stern father, and Leatherface (Gunnar Hansen) shifts into the role of the housewife. 'Grandpa' ... well, is just granpda (John Dugan)—this is film critic Kim Newman's interpreation of the family, and I agree. They're a warped version of the "average" American family.

Leatherface's role in this dynamic demonstrates the lack of a concrete idenity in an American family. Earlier in the film he has a much more masculine persona, wearing what appears to be a man's face as he kills the travelers, dressed in a white button down shirt and tie: here, he is a worker, dutifully killing the livestock to provide meat for his family. Then, he dons an "old woman's" face as he prepares the family meal and wears a blouse and apron: he's now a caretaker, providing a delicious meal for his family. Finally, he's wearing his "housewife" face, caked in makeup and wearing a bright blue suitjacket: he preens his new daughter and will later help grandpa try to bash her head in. Notably, while he's in these femme personas, he is subservient to the whims of the Old Man, who is aggressive and abusive towards the rest of the family—he is the ever-sufferng, dutiful housewife.

All this is to say, the people in an American family are defined by just their signifers. What makes someone a husband, wife, son, or daughter isn't who they are: it's rather defined by what they do and where they are placed. If someone in the Sawyer family, any family really, were to perish or leave, another person has the potential to fit into place. These roles are rigid through expectations that is placed on the player, but are fluid in that anyone can play the role.

Speaking of roles—and ciricling back to serial killers—I think Sally offers a grounded take on a horror movie protagonist. She's defined by futility and chance. It's a hopeless scenario: she and her friends are in the middle of nowhere, stalked by seasoned killers under the sweltering Texas sun. The only reason they're in this mess is because they picked up a hitchhiker: for their trouble, they're rewarded with death. Sally's trials are particularly tortuous: she witnesses her brother getting chainsaw'd by Leatherface, she's chased through the wilderness by him, when she finally finds help it's from the Old Man, she's tied down and forced to play house with her friends' killers—while you're watching the movie you're wondering, how the hell will she got out of this?

It's through luck. Bad luck got her into this mess, and good luck gets her out of it. After her killers remove her restraints and try to get the feeble Grandpa to kill her, Nubbins loses his grip and she flees. Believing they've won already, their efforts to recapture her are playful—Nubbins pays for his indolence by chasing her into the road, and then is promptly flattend by an oncoming semi-truck. Leatherface finally catches up, but the truck driver is a good Samaritan. He stops, and as he and Sally are chased by Leatherace, he grabs a heavy wrench from his vehichle and throws it at Leatherface's head, incapacitating him. Finally, a pickup driver follows shortly behind, rescuing Sally from her doom. She drives off into the morning sun, laughing hysterically, while Leatherface can only swing his chainsaw in an impotent rage. I think Tobe Hooper is trying to link Sally's instability with Leatherface's. She has been fundamentally warped by her experiences, and within her lies the same turmoil that Leatherface is expressing externally.

The movie's ending may seem implausible, but usually this is how the story of most serial killers end. Most serial killers aren't Machievllian operators like Hannibal Lecter or Dexter Morgan: they last undected for years thanks to a mixture of luck and shoddy police work. There is a small list of victims that have escaped their serial killer captors thanks to their incompetence—there is a longer list of serial killers who get caught because their incompetence is so blatlant, police finally have reason to intervene. The movie is a microcosm and decsonstruction of the serial killer mythos: the Sawyer family seems fantastic, terrifying, and seemingly unstoppable—yet they only seem that way because the deck is stacked in their favor (numbers, location, element of suprise). You take them out of their element, change a variable—their haplessness comes out and is their downfall.

One last note, the technical aspects of this film are devilishly modern. Menacing tracking shots, pulsing industrial score, disorienting editing—it all produces a nasueting atmosphere lingers with you for the rest of your life. I would liken the experience of watching the film to that of a noise concert: overwhelming aural stimulus and imagery pumelling you into submission. The reving of the chainsaw and Sally's screams serve as the overpowering score for the last act, and when the screen cuts to black, the silence is deafening.

[whiskeylover75]

It was a breezy June day in 1949, and a young starlet named Marilyn Monroe found herself on Tobay Beach, Long Island. This wasn’t just any day at the beach; this was a photoshoot with photographer André de Dienes, a man who would capture some of Marilyn’s most iconic images.

Marilyn, just 23 years old at the time, was on the cusp of fame. She had a few small film roles under her belt, but her star was about to rise. Little did she know that this day at the beach would be immortalized in photographs that would capture her youthful beauty and charm.

The beach was practically deserted, thanks to an unexpected storm that had cleared the crowds. This gave Marilyn and de Dienes the perfect opportunity to create something special. With the wind whipping through her hair and the sand between her toes, Marilyn was in her element.

De Dienes captured Marilyn in a variety of poses, from playful to sultry. She laughed, she twirled, she gazed out at the ocean with a look of wistful longing. In some shots, she wore a simple swimsuit, her curves accentuated by the clinging fabric. In others, she donned a white blouse and skirt, her windblown hair creating a halo around her face.

Her smile was infectious, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. She was a woman who knew how to captivate an audience, even when that audience was just a single photographer. The photographs also captured her essence, her raw appeal, and her undeniable star quality. They were soon published in magazines and newspapers across the country, helping to launch her into the stratosphere of fame.

[pinkacademic]

YOUR Fashion Icons!

I couldn’t cover everyone you guys asked me for in one post, else we’d be here for a while! I picked a few of the top mentions, and a few to add a bit of contrast to hopefully hit as many styles as possible! I threw in a few of mine too as a bit of self-indulgence, but I hope you guys appreciate them too!

Old Hollywood: Marilyn, Audrey, etc.

I saw quite a few Marilyns and Audreys, as well as Ava Gardner and a Grace Kelly or two. I decided to group them together, but let me know if you’d be interested in a more extensive deep-dive.

To me, the thing that’s going to set you apart as vintage Hollywood is hair and makeup, especially a victory red lip, but that’s not my area of expertise, I confess! I also didn’t want to say “just wear vintage and vintage-inspired, duh,” because that’s cheap. I’m going to try to break down the looks.

Common elements are all designed to emphasise and create a traditionally feminine silhouette such as something to emphasise the bust and decolletage, cinch the waist, and skim the hips- be it pencil or flared at the skirt. Of course, this speaks to the times, but it can be recreated in daywear and nighttime glam by recognising the shapes you want to create. Ideas: a halterneck, a long-line necklace, a sweetheart or bardot (fitting) that reveals the decolletage. Pencil skirts and flared circle skirts are equally vintage, but we do not talk enough about a pretty little short/skort/romper situation.

But let’s also just normalise wearing big, fluffy robes that look like we murdered our fourth rich old husband as an appropriate outfit to buy groceries in.

Jang Won Young

Y’all are educating me, this was a fashion queen I was not familiar with and I’m interested. I’m going to be basing this off of what I see on the images tab, though, so I don’t know how accurate this will be!

She seems to have such a classic, pretty style that goes everywhere from the fashion girly uniform from a few years ago, to classic tumblr, to all the k-pop staples. She’s reminding me of Lara Jean Covey. What I’m largely seeing is a lot of tailored shorts, big poofy white blouses, and pastels. She seems to be in pink a lot, so she’s after my heart, and I’m seeing a lot of varsity stripes on socks, hems, etc as well as denim, especially shorts.

The elements I would use to emmulate her style would be some nice pairs of shorts- pastels and denim, perhaps- and black. I’m seeing frilly white blouses so a range with long and short sleeves and different details such as collars. Varsity jackets and socks in black, white, or pink would add to the vibe, and are going on my wishlist.

Jennie Kim

My blackpink heart! I’m happy. Her style is so ranged from like, that baddie kind of style to the Chanel. To me, I feel like black and white together can play into both of those styles, as well as a good pair of denim jeans. I’m also seeing bows coming up a lot, be it a pussycat bow on the top, a gorgeously big bow that takes up most of her top (I’m sure you’ve seen the iconic ‘fit with the pretty purple cardigan), and you can even do one on the hip on a skirt.

If you really want to emmulate Jennie, you could go a long way with a big gold buckle to look like the Chanel buckle… or get a real Chanel belt, I’m not stopping you. Pearl details are my favourite and also add to the classic Chanel look. Tweed goes a long way too.

I am consistently seeing black and white, with the casual side being a striped tee with baggy jeans, and the more classy side being matching Chanel sets.

You can find nice cardigans that dupe Chanel sets, and a simple skirt matching the contrasting colour can have a classy look.

Megan Thee Stallion

I’m not that familiar with her, but I know she eats red carpets for breakfast, and I stan. I’m going to use that as my main inspiration because I must say, I worship it.

I think that, in order to take inspiration from Megan Thee Stallion, you should go for bustiers, camisoles, and other pieces that take inspiration from lingerie, especially either in black or a very bold, strong colour like a vibrant orange or gold. You can go full red carpet with a long, sexy dress, but day-to-day wearing something that highlights your favourite parts of your body to show off such as a bodycon skirt or tight-fitting jeans.

Despite the oppulence of the dresses, the shoes, while usually high heels, tend to be quite simple and elegant and easy to dupe.

I’m seeing also this stunning black blazer from the 2019 VMAs with silver stud detailing. It’s paired with matching socks and black boots. You can find leather blazers, studded leather jackets etc and for a casual look, you can go for a black skirt or shorts with boots, and for a glam look, something with silver sparkles.

Jennifer Check

To whoever suggested this one, I love you.

We’re all thinking of the heart hoodie, so let’s start there. Given the surge of this kind of pattern in the past few years, this is probably pretty replicable. It can also be applied to blouses, sweater vests, and anything else you’d like for more of an influence than a recreation.

For the rest of her style, the key elements are cropping and/or low-rise- basically, we’re showing off skin around the midriff or stomach. She has another pink moment, but to me the key colour has to be a dangerous shade of red from the lovehearts to the fishnets… ....to the blood… Maybe we try to emmulate the blood instead of recreating that exactly- but more power to you if you go out and buy fake blood and make it part of your normal routine. Anyways, the fishnets are a nice little nod, as would a lacey texture, or like a pattern overlaid over another colour- she tends to wear a lot of black and white, so its one to consider.

My favourite moment is the long white dress (again, DRENCHED in blood) which I would nod to with a white blouse or skirt with a black bow detail and white accestories- or just go for it with gloves.

Hillary Banks

You’re not getting away without a hat for this one. The Hilary Formula is repeated regularly and its a 90s power suit moment. She wears short skirts, usually pencil skirts, with bold shoulder-padded blazers and a funky little hat. Rinse and repeat that, and you’re doing it, baby. I associate her with red, but anything strong and striking will give the effect you want, ideally in just as eye-catching a pattern.

She’s also a huge jewellry kind of gal, so more is more on this one- the gaudier the better. Gold, flower accesories, bold stones; rings a-plenty, earrings for the gods, and a chunky gold necklace.

You can modernise Hilary too because the look doesn’t go out of style, it just evolves. Personally, I would change up the blazer a little to a more modern silhouette. To me, that’s more tapered at the waist and less-boxy. If it were me, I’d go for a little bit of a shorter skirt. You can lean a little towards Cher and Dionne to keep it in the same decade, but slightly-less aggresively 90s.

But you must keep the hats. You will not change my mind.

Lady Gaga

This one was tough because her outfits range from aliens and Venus to red carpet glam. I feel like for Lady Gaga, there are still a few elements that you can go for like platform shoes, and geometric, angular pieces like shoulder pads or asymmetery but the main thing is pushing the boat out and trying new things.

But the simplest way to do that is looking into subversive basics. Try cut-out details, angles, jeans that button on a diagonal, and pushing the norm just slightly.

Lady Gaga’s big fashion thing is making it into art, a performance. Find pieces that feel creative and out there and try new jewellry, big chunky platform shoes, studs and details, and something that adds a bit of spice. Even if you add a neon earring to a plain black outfit, you’re pushing your own comfort zone.

Figure out what makes you feel not just confidant, but like a work of art.

Now we’re getting into a few of my icons…

Katie from Steal the Spotlight (YouTube)

This woman is my biggest fashion recs, the way she plays with fashion is so inspirational to me, even if its not that I want to to copy her literal style.

She layers and accesorieses like nobody’s business and blends different elements like J-fashion, K-pop influences and girly cartoons. The key aspects of her style are use of colour-co-ordination, layering pieces, and accesoriesing, but her range is truly everything from pastel princess to Misa Amane.

Sweater vests, harnesses, mini skirts, platform shoes, and leg warmers are huge aspects of her style, and the big go-to is colour co-ordination and theming outfits aggresively.

Regina Mills, Once upon a Time The Evil Queen of my Heart, Regina is always ready for mayoral duties, or murder depending on where the mood of the day takes her. Then there’s also the fairytale dresses that I dream about, honestly.

I’m going to need a collection of structured, elegant blazers and trousers, dresses, and skirts, and a bustier or two… or twenty in the theme colours of black, blue, purple, and red. I might swap the red out for pink for my own preferences but my eyes have already glazerd over daydreaming about her wardrobe. I have an eye out for some under-knee black boots.

In the Enchanted Forest, outfit inspiration comes from her tight corseted bodices, dramatic collars and necklines, murderous heels, and playing with txtures- leather, lace, and velvet come to mind.

Real-Life Princesses (Diana, Meghan, Kate etc)

Diana is back in public consciousness after The Crown, and for me, I love a good university sweatshirt to add a bit of academia to even a casual look. My favourites are also the masculine button-up shirts and structured trousers or jeans that read very old money. While I personally plan on swapping my colour palettes out a bit, true Diana styling would be neutrals with the shirt in white or perhaps blue jeans. For shoes, loafers.

She also had a fabulous elegant style featuring evening dresses and business-ready suits. This to me is the real-life princesscore standard. Daywear is often a blazer or jacket matching a knee-length dress underneath and usually neutral heels. This kind of look has been seen on Diana, Kate, and Meghan, and around the world on Princess Martha Louise of Norway, Princess Haya of Norway and Princess Mako of Akishino. Let me know if a full analysis of real-life princess fashion would be interesting to anyone!

Let’s talk about the details of the Revenge Dress, because that’s what we all really want to look like at all times: Its black, off the shoulder, draping in a bardot-style neckline below her shoulders and dipping into a sweetheart and drawing attention to the collarbone and cleavage.

It is asymmetric, wrapping tightly around the knees at an angle and creating an almost-slit. The shortr side plays host to the billowy drape of a diaphonous fabric.

She’s wearing pointed-toed black shoes, and a hardcore pearl choker with the most stunning sapphire by the looks of it…

This look deserves the long-lasting attention its had, it is genuinely stunning and is giving me so much inspiration.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

These vintage photos capture the teenage girls’ fashion and style of the 1950s.

During this time, fashion was more conservative and gender-specific than it is today.

Teenage girls were expected to wear skirts and dresses in all but the most casual circumstances.

In 1944, Americans started to use the word ‘teenager’ to describe the place of youth in their society.

From the very beginning, it was a marketing term that recognized the spending power of adolescents.

Within a culture that thought of business in terms of national identity and individual freedom, the fact that youth had become a market also meant that it had become a discrete, separate age group with its own peer-generated rituals, rights and demands.

Since teens no longer had to work in order to help their parents, they began to take part-time jobs or they would receive a monthly allowance in order to spend on non-essential goods such as clothes.

Teens were strongly influenced by film, television and magazines. They were persuaded to use their money towards non-essential goods that society convinced them were needs, not wants.

Consumer goods, which were denied to a war-torn Europe, were available to American teens, thus creating a consumer boom.

These single young people with cash from paid work soon had their own fashions, own music, own cafes, own milk bars, and by the end of the decade, even their own transport in the form of fuelled scooters.

Teenagers suddenly dominated style in clothes, haircuts, and even travel abroad.

A generation gap began to emerge between parents and teen offspring when teenagers started to mirror the image of their peers rather than their elders.

Fashion designers sold full skirts and stiff petticoats, or a super-slim skirt and sweater with bows.

Tight-fitting pedal pushers or capri pants were popular leisure wear and jeans, which were called dungarees in the 1950s.

The style became acceptable after people saw a photo of Marilyn Monroe wearing a pair.

Young men wore a shirt, tie, and sharply pressed slacks. If you were the rebellious type, however, you wore dark clothes all the time, refused to iron anything, and were just generally looking rough on purpose.

One 1950s fad for girls was to wear a man’s shirt outside their jeans. In high school, a soft sweater paired with a collared blouse was a smart look.

People definitely dressed up special for formal events.

For weddings and proms, young women wore fancy dresses like their elders. But clothing choices were quite a bit different for informal school dances.

Many teen girls preferred full skirts, some with 4-inch hems. These skirts were often made of wool felt fabric in bright colors, including the world-famous poodle skirt.

The 1950s circle skirts were worn with tucked-in, tight-fitting blouses. It was usually tied together with a wide belt, flat-heeled shoes, and bobby socks or anklets.

(Photo credit: Pinterest / Reddit / Retrowaste, 1950s Teen Fashion: Styles, Trends & Pictures / Britannica / Medium: Teenage Fashion in the 1950s by Sarthak Jain)

Updated on: January 13, 2023

[julietjoshua]

The Evolution of Trends

Fashion has always reflected society and current events, and it continues to do so now. Clothing has been used to make a statement about who you are and what you believe in throughout history.

Hippie Style

Hippies wore long, loose-fitting garments made of natural materials. Space-age geometric patterns in brilliant colours, shift dresses, and coloured tights became fashionable at the time.

In the 1970s, exotic fabrics and bell-bottom jeans were worn by both men and women and this replaced the loose-fitting hippy clothing of the 1960s. Hemlines continued to rise, while hot pants remained fashionable, reflecting the decade’s colourful flair. Longer hemlines from mid-calf to ankle-length were also worn. Women paired their trousers or skirts with peasant-style blouses, particularly those with off-the-shoulder necklines and lace trim. With this trend, embroidered garments became particularly fashionable. Bright patterns and form-fitting clothing were popular throughout the disco era, and they were supposed to show off the body.

 The Punk Movement

In the 1980s The punk movement was an outpouring of rage in response to the economic and political circumstances of the period. Designers like Vivienne Westwood and bands like the Sex Pistols fueled this trend. Dr. Marten and steel-toed army boots, chains, tartan patterns, and bondage pants were popular among punks. During this time, punks put a greater emphasis on their hair, colouring, teasing, and chopping it into asymmetric styles that defied gravity.

Heavy eyeliner was experimented with by both women and men. Neon colours, jelly shoes, tight jeans, leggings, leg warmers, and oversized sweaters were worn by the women. For both sexes, menswear-inspired outfits became trendy. Men wore 'power suits,' which were so named because of their high cost, which made them a reflection of the wearer's wealth. Big shoulder pads were used on women's jackets to make the shoulders appear higher and larger, similar to the male body figure. Acid-washed jeans or parachute pants, jean jackets, polo shirts with the collar up, high-top sneakers, and loose blazers with the sleeves pulled up were among the other fashion trends. During the 1980s, sports shoes grew increasingly valuable, both in terms of price and popularity.

 Grunge Style

This era was heavily influenced by bands like Nirvana, Nine Inch Nails and Marilyn Manson. Rock concert tee shirts were worn under plaid flannel shirts, jeans, and long, greasy hair during this period. Both men and women wore overalls with one or both shoulder straps unhooked. The goth fashion trend emerged from the punk style of the 1870s and 1980s, which featured black clothing, black boots, and studded bracelets.

Women wore babydoll dresses and spaghetti-strap slip dresses over tee shirts, especially with thigh-high stockings. They began to get navel piercings at the same time when belly shirts with exposed midriffs were trendy. Chunky platform shoes with layers of rubber soles that made the wearer appear taller. As hip-hop got more popular, jeans became baggier, frequently in boldly dyed shades like red or green. Men began to sag their pants, wearing them baggy and below the hips.

  21st Century Fashion

There are still movements that happen in todays world that people wear certain clothing pieces for to make a statement but In the 21st Century we see trends from the past being reused all the time. A few years ago fashion trends like the hippie, punk and grunge style all came about because of different beliefs and movements that people stood for at the time. You were able to be identified by what you wore. In the 21st Century this is still somewhat true but in my opinion, when certain styles like the ones i've listed above are reused they don't hold the same weight or value as they did at the time. There is nothing new under the sun so we see the same trends recycled all the time with just a little added twist.

 In recent years I think the trends being made are usually by celebrities and influencers which are being catered more towards the fast fashion side of things. The clothing holds no value and has no meaning and is just worn to be worn. The fashion trends of today make you more body aware as it's mostly all tight fitted dresses with unnecessary cut out pieces of fabric in different places.

[stevenuniverse-described]

[Image Description: five digital drawings of the Diamond Authority with Quartz alter egos. Each of the Diamonds are small, like Pink.

The first drawing compiles all four into a single image. The other drawings are each Diamond invidually.

1.) Pink Diamond stands on the lefthand side, looking sad. Rose Quartz sits calmly with her eyes closed on the righthand side.

2.) White Diamond is wearing a black leotard and a white vest with a pink bow on her chest and pastel ruffles on her shoulders matching her gloves and flats. She stands upright with a beaming smile. "Rainbow Quartz" has white skin and pastel rainbow curls in a voluminous 50s style matching her sleeveless, knee-length dress with vertical stripes that is reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe. She smiles with delight, her skirt moving as if she was twirling.

3.) Blue Diamond is wearing a stiff, knee-length dress with poofy sleeves made up of geometric shapes in various shades of blue over dark-blue tights. Her hair does not loop in front of her chest. Blue Diamond lowers her head as she cries. "Aqua Quartz" has cornflower blue skin and darker hair that is long and flowing. She is wearing a white toga with a light-blue sash draped over her arms. She sits delicately with her eyes closed.

4.) Yellow Diamond is wearing a sharp, militaristic coat with pointed shoulders and a sheer ruffle along the hem over dark-yellow shorts and knee-high boots. She stands stiffly at attention. "Sun Quartz" has pale-yellow skin and a short yellow mullet styled into a ponytail with spiky bangs swept forwards. She is wearing a low-cut blouse and high-waisted pants that transition into heeled boots. "Sun Quartz" is sitting with her legs crossed, grinning in a friendly way.

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Im on that bandwagon 🚂 choo choo

Don’t have much to say abt this au yet, just a rough first pass at all the little!diamonds and their quartz alter egos, I’ve got some fun ideas for the future though,,,,,

[elegancehighfashion]

La très belle Marilyn Monroe portant une blouse Pucci dans le début des années 60.

[distillerchic92]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Anthropologie Dolan Left Coast Marilyn Leopard Print Long Sleeve Blouse.