#marilyn x larissa

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Jealous, Are We? Part 2 ~Sub!Larissa Weems xDom Marilyn Thornhill xFem Dom!Reader

Part 2 of Jealous, Are We? where Larissa is a good little jealous sub for Marilyn and Reader 🤭💋🏳️‍🌈 @fortheloveofjaneway request— i’m sobbing crying this is the greatest fanfic ever pls i need a part two 😭😭😭🫶🫶🫶

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, mistress kink, mommy kink, threesome, poly relationship, smut, strap fucking, masturbation, eating out, face sitting, fingering, d!ck riding, degrading kink, praise kink, sub/dom relations, more implied sex, implied overstimulation, etc…

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“Let’s take this to the bedroom, shall we?” you purred, indicating to the side door in Larissa’s office that led to her private quarters.

“What an excellent idea…” Marilyn exclaimed lustfully, “What do you say, darling girl, will you let your mistress and mommy absolutely ruin you…?”

Larissa bit her lip and her breath fled from her being, “Yes please, mommy… want you and mistress please…” she whimpered.

Marilyn’s eyes flashed and darkened even more, and she glanced over to you. You reassured her with a simple nod as you opened the side door. Larissa followed you and Marilyn came through last, shutting and locking the door behind you.

“Be a good girl and spread yourself on the bed, baby…” you purred while going rummaging through her small closet.

Larissa did as she was told, as Marilyn leaned against the end canopy bed post. You then began to strip down to your undergarments, which was a beautiful black garter set.

“Just watch…” Marilyn warned Larissa, “don’t touch yourself unless your mistress or mommy says so…”

Larissa’s lip trembled at the sound of her ache staying in between her legs for longer. But she wouldn’t dare speak up now… Not when she saw you strapping up one of your largest dicks.

“I won’t please mommy I’ll be good, so good…!” Larissa pled.

At that, Marilyn came over to you and you both whispered back and forth. Then, Marilyn also stripped down to her undergarments, she wore a deep turquoise silk set, and she sat herself on the chair across the bed. You came over to the bed.

“What do you want, hmmm? Tell your mistress and mommy…” you taunted.

“Want you to fuck me mistress please!” Larissa begged.

“No, that’s not all, sweet slut… What else…?” You tauntingly purred, “What did you say earlier? That you wanted and that it turned you on to have your mommy watching while I fuck you senseless…?”

“Yes GOD YES please mommy!!”

You climbed onto the bed, trapping Larissa against the headboard, and opening her legs for better access.

“Oh God, darling girl, you look so fucking sexy about to be fucked dumb…” Marilyn groaned, causing you and Larissa to turn your attention to Marilyn and you found the red head already teasing her clit.

Larissa’s eyes widened and she became even more soaked than she was before… She quickly turned back to you.

“Please mistress I’m sorry please fuck me please…” she whispered.

You hummed in response, “Well… because you asked so nicely…”

With that, you slid your plastic dick into Larissa’s aching cunt. Larissa’s head hit the headboard as her eyes rolled back in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“That’s it, sweet slut, taking mistresses dick so well…” you praised the blonde as she whimpered and gasped.

She grabbed onto your body, locking her legs to make sure you stayed inside her. Larissa was about to start spewing begging and pleas but Marilyn’s voice beat her to it.

“Fuck, baby, fuck her so good… Wanna see our sweet slut fucked so hard and dumb…” Marilyn groaned.

You groaned right back as you could hear the red heads fingers squelching in and out of her wet cunt. And by the look on Larissa’s face, it was a sight to see… You most happily obliged, staring to pound into Larissa at a decent pace, eliciting strings of obscenities and sinful cries form the blonde.

“Faster please mistress…!!” Larissa cried out.

“Such a lovely slut for your mistress…” you purred, happily pounding into Larissa at a ruthless pace.

~~~

Larissa took her second orgasm of the night like the good girl she was… But by the second, third, and then fourth… The blonde was a blabbering mess to say the least… and Marilyn wanted to get in on the action…

You pulled out of Larissa, eliciting a whimper from the blonde, as Marilyn began to strip all the way, her juices dripping down her thighs from the amount of time she’d made herself cum just by watching you pound into Larissa. Marilyn came from the end of the bed, turning you around and crashing her lips into yours. Larissa moaned at the sight of the two of you sloppily and lustfully tongue fucking each others mouths.

“Wanna ride mistresses dick…” Marilyn panted into your ear.

“God yes…” you groaned back.

You then turned partially around to Larissa who was still a puddle of sex.

“Sweet girl, sit on mistresse’s face while mommy rides my dick…” you panted.

“Yes mistress…” Larissa panted.

You fell back onto the bed, first guiding Marilyn’s soaking cunt down on your dick, and then guiding Larissa’s sensitive and fluttering pussy down on your face. Your tongue immediately found home in the blondes folds, while Marilyn began rutting against your plastic cock. The room was filled with Larissa’s breathy pleas and cries and Marilyn’s moans and cries of pleasure.

Being suffocated by Larissa’s cunt was certainly delicious, but certainly not the only delicious thing that occurred that night…

Safe to say, you and Marilyn most defiantly came through with your promises to Larissa…

~~~

The next morning you woke up with the two stunning goddesses in bed with you. You managed to successfully weave your way out of their holds without walking either of the women, and you began to get dressed.

“You look better naked…” a strained voice whispered sleepily from behind as you put on your last article of clothing.

You turned around to find Larissa unabashedly staring at you. You cocked an eyebrow at the blonde and leaned your hand onto the edge of the bed.

“Why don’t you stand up for your mistress, hmmm?” You taunted.

Larissas eyes widened slightly and she gulped. But she did as you said… And as Larissa stood up, her legs immediately gave up on her and she collapsed to the floor. You couldn’t contain your giggles. This unfortunately did wake Marilyn.

“What’s the matter, darling…? Mistress and mommy fuck you a bit too dumb last night…?” Marilyn chuckled.

Larissa looked down with flushed cheeks.

“Answer her, slut…” you purred.

“Throat hurts…” she whispered.

At that all three of you chuckled, all recalling the events of last night and how much Larissa had screamed.

~~~

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[thatmissingrat]

I drew Laurel but she kinda looks young

[rosiexweil]

To the writers out there who makes x oc fanfics please stop putting them in the “character x reader” or the “character x y/n” tags

Thank you 🫶🏻

[v3nusxsky]

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

Promts 27,37,41??

Hers to keep 18+

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

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

Prompt ~ see ask^^^

@dingdongthetail and @pebbleswritessometimes for pre reading some parts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Word count~ 2372

[marilynthornhilllover]

Hi! Can I have a request on "mommy!marilyn x Reader"? like when Marilyn teaches reader how to drive but R messed up and Marilyn get angry and decided to spank r at the back at the car trunk and f***k r until r know what she did was wrong? (NFSW, spanking, and strap-on)

Kinktober fanfic #1

Was it casual then?

Mommy Marilyn T. X Fem!Reader

Warning: NSFW smut, praise kink, degradation kink, mommy kink, spanking, use of strap, fingering, jealousy,cliffhanger, moms friend, etc.

The bell rang announcing the end of another boring school day. As students rushed out of their class rooms and into the hallway to exit the building you could feel the relief of not having to worry about anymore crazy assignments and the urge towards wanting to punch people’s children because they weren’t pulling their weight in group projects creeping in. You walked quickly towards your locker to empty your book bag, you had plans for tonight and you didn’t want anything holding you back.

“ hey girl, you’re coming to the new club downtown tonight right?” You may have turned around too quickly because you swore you just gave yourself a huge whiplash, but no way on gods green earth was the ‘Rebecca o’olva’ talking to you right now. She was like the Beyoncé of the school and in her world you had to look a certain way in order for her to even acknowledge your entire existence. But anyways there she stood looking gorgeous as always, short dark blue denim shirt with a cute star hemming style, a fuzzy cropped zipper sweater and of course her minions standing behind her like she was their military patrol officer.

Becca was cool. you weren’t allowed to call her that aloud, her group would probably punch the shit out of you if you tried to get too friendly. She wasn’t mean though, just a ‘shy trying to maintain good grades because I come from a uptight family full of assholes that are rich self maker’s who would burn the world to crisps if I didn’t become a millionaire too kinda girl’.Though sometimes she didn’t mind lavishing herself in the wealth and acting like a spoiled brat.

“ oh— uh—I hi?” You said awkwardly, her crystal blue eyes tore you apart as she stood there grinning at you. Her friends giggled but immediately stopped when she turned to flash them look with a not so kind face. Rebecca took a small step closer to you and smirked.

“ you must be y/n. You know me already but anyways there’s a new club that’s opening tonight and everyone’s going” yeah no shit cause your inviting them, but by all needs carry on. “ and I wanted to know if you’re interested in tagging along because I’m one of the host” she finally said with a victory smile as if she won the lottery, well she kinda already did. Well… her family did.

You stood there as stiff as stage four rigga morris. You blinked a few times maybe trying to analyze maybe if you had zoned out or maybe was daydreaming and needed to come back to reality but she was still there with that goddamn hideous creepy Halloween coded smile on her face. And her friends sharp eyes weren’t helping your nerves to cool down . And then you decided to do something even more stupid and life threatening.

“ sorry but I don’t drink alcohol and I already had plans for the weekend with my friends so with all due respect Beyoncé I think I’ll p—“ before you could finish your sentence her four friends corner you and push you back hard against the cold metal of your locker. You winced and tried to seem as tough as possible by standing back up but a Barbie looking one with wet lashes and overlapping Matted lipstick pulled you closer to her by your collar.

“ listen here doormat, she’s kind but we’re not so you better take up the offer” she whispered eerily.

“ and we better see you there” another muttered. You involuntarily nodded and in a sharp instant she released you. Rebecca was still fucking smiling at you but then they all took off laughing. These crazy fucking bitches. You proceeded to quickly empty your bag, deciding to just leave the entire bag in the damn locker since you didn’t have any homework to worry about and school doesn’t reopen til Tuesday so you had time to come back for something just in case . Walking briskly out of the empty halls you waved goodbye to the elderly janitor Mrs. Hanson on your way out.

You sighed as you felt the cool air pressed across your skin and the warm afternoon sun as it escalated down your face and body areas. All the busses were long gone, with the last one pulling out of the drive and taking off into the distance. You sighed again but this time one of stress and agony. You looked around the parking lot and suddenly your entire body freezes and your eyes go wide. Standing not far out was your mom’s best friend. Not the weird old ugly ones that asked you weird questions, hot and steamy mommy coded Marilyn thornhill.

Marilyn always thought you were a rude rebellious teenager when you were younger but it was just you trying to hide your feelings from her. And soon eventually she caught on. There were times in the past when she would tease you, get under your skin. Push you past your comfort zone in more ways imaginable. And you loved it, you neeeded it, you craved it like a drug. You two had a little fling, she was your first and then she just left town and you never say her in the light of day again. So seeing her here now was like seeing a past lover, like the crazy teary scenes in the movies.

Except your heart was going 100mph and your private region suddenly grew a heart beat making you swallow thickly. And you could feel the saliva go all the way down there and soon enough you were becoming insatiably wet.

“ come here baby” you heard her say, leaning against the hood of her car with her legs crossed she took an inhale of her cigarette before it got lost under her boot on the ground. You felt a familiar shiver that only she made you feel. You knew how these interactions ended but your feet betrayed you and you started taking slow strides towards her. And the closer you got the more the temptation of what could happen, what has happened seemed soul demanding.

When walked closer to her you made sure to maintain a perfect gap space in case you needed to run away from her. Far away from her destruction that you so desperately craved. But sensing your hesitation Marilyn smirked and chuckled softly under her breath and in one swift motion captured her lips with yours by using your tie to pull you closer towards her. Your lips fought against each other in a slow passionate fight at first, just feeling each other closer then Marilyn became hungry. She bit down on your lips which caused you to moan as she used the opportunity to push her tongue pass your lips gate.

She wrapped the tie around her hand more tightly pulling you onto her even more. Being so flush against her again did things to you. You felt hot and desperate. Her body heat, her perfume a mix of lavender and something dark and citrus like. Something dangerous, like her. Your nipples slowly awakened themselves to the new found intimacy and a desire that raged war in you. Marilyn’s tongue fought against yours in a war of dominance and obviously she won leading you to just submitting to her, as your chest flattened and your body went limp against hers.

Marilyn smiled against your lips before she pulled away, wiping away any salvia trails that may have connected both your lips like a bridge. She looked down at you and you squirmed under her gaze. She chuckled and gave you a quick peck on your forehead.

“ well hello to you too, my love” she whispered against your lips before they connected with yours again and you had to push her off you before her thoughts got the better of her and she couldn’t control herself.

“ stop it Mari, there’s still staff members here.” You told her and she straightened up, fixing her posture. She looked at you with those ‘ I don’t give two fucks eyes I literally fucked you in your mom’s bedroom when she was cooking’ eyes but she stopped because she respected your boundaries and your body.

“ nice car” you finally said after fixing your clothes and putting a few inches between the both of you so pass byers wouldn’t have rumors to spread.

“ thanks it’s s yours” she said looking at the car then back at you, you laughed for a moment shaking your head at her joke before you realized that she wasn’t joking. Your eyes widen and you felt your feet betray you once more because all of a sudden you start jumping like a like kid who just got told that they were officially going to see Santa. You wrapped your arms around her neck and began kissing her all over her face, the older woman chuckled at your childish behavior and wrapped her arms around your waist pulling your closer.

“ but I can’t even drive yet” she must have saw the disappointment in your eyes because she squeezed your sides tighter forcing you to look at her.

“ I’ll teach you darling, maybe we can even test it out to see if it’s fuckable in” she said whispering the last part, you rolled your eyes and swatted her chest.

“ your hopeless you know that” she chuckled and lead you to the car, not just any car by the way a BMW M8 competition. You loved having a hot milf mommy that’s smoking rich.

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“ fucking damn it y/n what’s so hard in just putting your goddamn foot on the pedal” Marilyn was starting to piss you off, she had taken you out on some abandoned racing track in the middle of nowhere to practice you on driving and yelled at you every fucking time you messed up. You rolled your eyes and sighed. You looked over at her who was staring daggers at you as her breathing elaborated more and more each time she inhaled. It was like she was the big bad wolf in the three little pigs story.

“ are you fucking stupid or deaf? Put your fucking foot on the pedal!” She shouted more sternly this time, her tone taking no softness. She was angry but so the fuck were you.

“ you know what Marilyn fuck you , how about you take your car and shove it up your ass if you’d like” you opened the door and got out slamming the door after. You heard her grunt as she got out too but you didn’t pay much attention to her as you made your way around the car. You didn’t even know where you were going, there’s no where to go. You were in the middle of no where and she was your only was back to civilization. Before you could process it all you felt a firm grip in your hair as your body got slammed onto the cold surface of the car trunk.

You groaned in slight pain as you turned your head to the side to stare at the culprit. Marilyn’s grip remained in your hair and her other non occupied hand bunched up your platted skirt around your hips and in one swift motion pulled down your panties til they fell around your ankles. You couldn’t lie, something about being in the middle of nowhere all alone with Marilyn made your insides churn and your pussy pulse. Flash backs of you riding her cock at your friends party in her bedroom closet to sucking her off at a birthday party, to her pounding into your pussy out in a dressing room and yes of course the first time she made you cum on your moms bed when she was cooking.

All the memories came back. And this would fit perfectly to the list. You were already completely soaking, probably dripping just for her.

“ you fucking whore, all mommy wanted to do was surprise her baby and teach her how to drive but now mommy got put someone in their place” she whispered against the skin of your neck, her hot breath making you tremble under her hold. She yanked your hair making you prop yourself up onto your elbow. Her hand rested onto your lower back carefully arching your back for you and you complied. Marilyn stared at your ass cheeks for a moment, your round curvy ass bent back, all for her. She couldn’t help but bring her hand to the flesh fumbling with it before a hard swat came down causing you to cry out at the unexpectedness.

She felt you shiver against her and did it again. You whimpered and tried to lay down to give yourself some comfort but she held you up. Tears pricked at your eyes and the wind blowing in your face made it worst.

“ god i missed you baby” she muttered under her breath mostly to herself but you heard and it only turned you on more. She spanked your ass again and the pain slowly started mixing with the pleasure allowing a moan to coarse through your throat and out of your mouth. Marilyn smirked to herself and did it again this time for harshly, making the sore and redden flesh jiggle. You let out a more choked moan this time and she chuckled darkly.

“ yeah moan just like that for mommy” she let lose of your hair and grabbed the underneath of your neck forcing your head backwards to look at her. “ I wanna hear you fucking scream while I milk that pussy like the olden days” she used her forearm to push you against the hood of the car.

“ suck” she spat roughly as she shoved two fingers into your mouth, you gave her digits a few sucks seductively taking your time to draw out slow swirls across her knuckles before she pulled them from your mouth. She thrusted three digits into you in one swift motion causing your eyes to roll back completely. A grutal moan escaped from your mouth and it was a good thing that you both were in a secluded place or maybe the both of you would have been on the news…..

Marilyn’s pace was detrimental. She kept whispering sweet nothings into your ear as her fingers rutted deep inside of you with no mercy. Your nails scratched the hood of the car as a familiar pressure from deep within your stomach started to come back.

“ there she is, i can feel you clenching baby girl, go ahead and let go for mommy” she whispered against your ear, she placed a soft lingering kiss behind your earlobe, your back arched when you felt her cross curl her fingers deep within you as she increased her pace. It was only a matter of time before you came on her fingers with a loud cry. Marilyn smirked to herself and slid her fingers out of you. She gently licked the juices off her fingers while she watched you squirm before the wave of your orgasm. Your breathing was shallow and rigid as you tried to keep it under control and brace yourself for whatever was to come next.

You could hear Marilyn unbuttoning her pants, looking over your shoulder you see her slide her pants down to her ankles before her gaze met yours. What really caught your eye’s attention what the huge purple strap that was attached to her waist ready to absolutely destroy you to pieces. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at the strap and then back up at her, she had the most devilish grin imaginable and you knew her intentions. Marilyn wasted no time as she spread your legs apart, placing one of them up on the car’s bumper giving herself a better access to your cunt. You heard her spit on the strap before quickly dragging her hand up and down her length.

She wasted no time and inserted her cock into you. Your head fell against the car and your back arched. Marilyn held the flesh under your thigh as her hips bottomed out inside you. You felt so full of her. Her cock was pressing against the spongy spot inside you and it felt so fucking good. You missed her and her dick so bad you wished she had a real one. Marilyn withdrew her hips slowly as she watched in awe as your juices coated her length. She grabbed a fist full of your hair pulling you back against her chest as she slowly began thrusting.

“ oh god please—“ your sentence was cut of by a soft moan that was quickly followed by a whimper as Marilyn increased her pace.

“ you stubborn girl, can’t follow simple driving instructions but you sure can take dick” she spat with a small chuckle causing you to whine. Her praises and dirty talk will soon have you spurting to the edge and you didn’t wanna be seen as a slut. But you wouldn’t just be anyone’s slut. You’ll be her slut. And right now, with her cock buried deep within you and her tight grip in your hair you didn’t mind at all. Marilyn released her hold on your hair and used her hands to toy with your nipples. You cursed out a shallow moan and cried. Marilyn laughed mockingly and twisted your nipples between her fingers.

She looked down at where your cunt and her cock was connected and bit her hips before she too released a soft moan of her own.

“ fucking pussy so good” she whispered under her breath. She watched as your pussy pulsed and creamed on her length, sucking in a breath she grabbed your hair again.

“ you gonna fucking cum again? Mhmh? Fucking whore mommy treats this pussy too nice huh?” She tutted as her hips found a new speed now pounding your guts fast and deep, she curved her hips in an angle that made her tip bend against that sweet point deep within you. Watching as your eyes roll back and your legs tremble she spanks your ass cheek and runs her hand down your spine before slipping it around infront to play with your small bud.

“ fuck I—OH GOD MARILYN PLEASE—“ you croaked out, panting you reached your hand around and gently placed it on her abdomen in attempt to slow her hips but she was unstoppable. Your body fell limp against the car as you laid there and took her dick with grace.

“ fuck yes, take it baby, fucking take my cock, your gonna look at me and cum on my dick, fucking look at me” she said firmly going even deeper as her hips rocked faster within you. The sound of her cock moving in and out of you and your moans, the way she was speaking to you and her hands roaming your body and playing with you clit at some point it all became too much and you obeyed her. Turning your head to the side your gaze met hers in a pleading attempt to which it fell on deaf ears. Her pace was brutal and her thrusts were snapping sharp.

“Mary—I can’t—fuck I” she knew what you wanted to say, and she felt it. She leaned down and connected her lips with yours as you neared your edge. In one swift motion she deepened the arch in your back which allowed her strap to be driven even deeper into your cunt and that was it. Your body spammed as your cunt clenched down hard on her cock. You felt your juices release on her cock as you shuttered. You were completely out of breath and tired. But god did you wanna go again. You forgot just how good Marilyn has made you fell, can make you feel. And man did you love it. You turned around and sat up properly on the cars trunk and looked at her.

Her eyebrows quirked and she smirked at you. She kissed you softly but soon it transformed into something rough and passionate. She gently pushed you down back against the trunk and opened your legs to where disaster just occurred, to the mess she just caused you to make.

“ I wanna taste you now…..”

[whore4gwen]

MISUNDERSTANDING

｡･ﾟ･ Larissa Weems x Fem!reader

Tags: mostly fluff, jealous Larissa/Marilyn, friends to lovers

‼️gif not mine‼️

TW: Marilyn

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Larissa's eye twitched as she watched you throw your head back in laughter. Her hands clenched making fists as her eyes traveled down to your waist noticing the way Miss Thornhills hand sits so perfectly along your hip. Larissa hated how effortlessly Thornhill made you laugh, just thinking about it made her blood boil. She desperately wanted to tell Thornhill to fuck off but she couldn't, because you weren't hers.

Larissa closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to keep her shit together, after all she couldn't lose her cool over something so childish in front of all these people could she?

After hopelessly staring, Larissa mustered up her most believable smile and made her way over to the laughing couple.

As Larissa got closer she noticed how pretty you looked this evening, she always thought you were absolutely breathtaking but there's just something so exhilarating when you’re careless.

Thornhill’s eye’s traveled to Larissa’s staring one’s.

Larissa gave you a small smile and Thornhill a subtle yet noticeable glare. "Y/n, Miss Thornhill, how have you two been?" Larissa asks trying to come off as nonchalant as possible and not like she's been stalking you for the past hour and a half. Larissa watched as Thornhills hand grips your waist a little tighter as she begins to speak.

"We've been great actually, thanks for asking principal Weems." Thornhill says giving Larissa the fakest smile she's ever seen in human history, but you didn't seem to notice.

You turn your head facing Thornhill giving her a big smile then face Larissa again. "Yes we've been pretty good, how have you been?" You say giving Larissa a little smile. Larissa stared for moment seemingly getting lost in the way your smile suited you so perfectly. "Um,I, I'm doing great, thanks for asking dear." Larissa says stumbling over her words. You let out a little giggle, Larissa is just too adorable.

Thornhill tensed at the sentimental interaction. You could feel as her grip on your waist tightened again causing you to wince in pain.

"Ow, Marilyn what are you doing?" You asked knitting your eyebrows together giving her a concerned expression.

Thornhill immediately let go of you and mumbled a quiet sorry as she quickly walked away, not giving you or Larissa a explanation. "Are you alright darling?" Larissa asked as she placed her hand under your chin trying to get a better look at your face.

Larissa’s concern was cute and started to make you blush a little, which unfortunately did not go unnoticed. Larissa smirked a bit and raised a eyebrow still waiting for your answer. "Y-yea I'm okay, I just don't know what happened. She's never done anything like that before." You said quickly, avoiding eye contact.

Larissa nodded her head and removed her hand. Larissa sighed as she took her hands and ran them down her hips flattening her dress. You stared for a moment, admiring the way her dress hugged her curves so deliciously. "Well then, as long as you're okay I suppose I won't make a big deal out of it, but I do advise talking to her about it." Larissa says watching you carefully.

You gave Larissa a nod showing her you understand and a small smile. Larissa reciprocated the smile before an idea popped into her head. She bit her lip nervously, this question had been one she's been wanting to ask you for some time but she wasn't exactly sure how to, after all it's not something you casually ask someone. "So.." Larissa says getting your attention, "Are you and uh Miss Thornhill together?" Larissa asks nervously, now being the one to avoid eye contact.

After a moment you finally caught on and let out the loudest laugh you possibly could. You laughed so hard it started hurting your rips causing you to clutch your stomach. Larissa started at you wide eyed, trying to figure out what was so funny.

After a moment you finally got yourself under control. "No, Me and Marilyn are really good friends, don't get me wrong though, she's very attractive but she’s not exactly my type." You say giving Larissa the reassurance she so desperately needed. Larissa nodded her head a smiled while she looked at you. You and Larissa started at each while a comfortable silence surrounded you. Under Larissa's gaze you could feel your heartbeat quicken and your cheeks burn. She always managed to turn your brain into mush.

Larissa took this opportunity and moved closer to you almost completely filling the gap between you. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as Larissa grabbed your waist and pressed her lips to yours. The kiss started out slow and passionate and progressively got hungrier and agressive. You finally pulled away giving you and Larissa the air both of your lungs needed. "You have no clue how long I've been waiting to do that." Larissa says smiling down at you. You say nothing as you smile and wrap your arms around her neck, brining her into another kiss.

[s1nful-sa1nt]

have a Marilyn Thornhill meme dump courtesy of @cherryxsapphic and I's late night conversations

[edensgardenn]

pinned ^^♡

I’m here to be unhinged about beautiful women. I will dabble in dead dove and other sensitive topics. ;they will have a warning!;

My req’s are open, but i’m also dealing with schooling so it’ll be a bit!

I’ll do any genere, and I mostly write for bottom!reader, and I only write for fem!reader, sorry :(.

character list ¡

criminal minds: (Jennifer Jareau, Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia.)

sfgae: (Lady Lesso, Dovey.)

Grey’s Ant uni: (Meredith Grey, Jo Wilson, Amelia Shepherd, Derek Shepherd, Lexi Grey, Addison Montgomery. Maya Bishop, Andy Herrera.)

Wednesday: (MARILYN THORNHILL. Larissa Weems.)

abbot elementary: (Melissa Schemmenti.)

Marvel: (WANDA Maximoff 😋, Natasha Romanoff, Rio Vidal (on hold.)

Misc: (Rebecca Welton, any Cate Blanchett character, and I’ll take req’s of most fem characters!)

[doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou]

Prophecies

Canis Minor (2)

> larissa weems x fem!reader

> requested? no!

> content/warnings: idk what the fuck this is so idk what warnings i should put 🤷🏻‍♀️

> a/n: literally a writer's random thought to another taylor swift song, anw here's the song. Guilty as Sin? tbh i don't know if the song connects to the story but who cares? oh, i do 😭

Drowning in the Blue Nile

She sent me 'Downtown Lights'

I hadn't heard it in a while

My boredom's bone deep

This cage was once just fine

Am I allowed to cry?

“In what universe did she ever say that to you?” Vlad, may the universe bless his nonexistent soul, asked you.

Meeting Vlad in your first year of teaching was not part of your itinerary in Nevermore, especially befriending the vampire. Yet, things just seemed so normal when you were with him. His straightforwardness stilled you to the ground, and your imagination led him to the stars. You'd assume it was a friendship between the skies themselves. But as time went by, you couldn’t help but feel irritated, as his memory seemed to fail him once more in your latest gossip discourse.

Scratching your nape, you turned to observe the plants sitting on your windowsill. “If my memory serves me right,” you hummed and gave Vlad a glance. “The other night?”

Rolling his eyes, Vlad took a swig of his bloody Mary. “You were with Marilyn the other night.” Lowering his drink to the table, he tsked before giving you a disapproving shake of his head. “I do not like this side of you.”

“That makes the two of us.”

I dream of cracking locks

Throwing my life to the wolves

Or the ocean rocks

Crashing into her tonight

She’s a paradox

I'm seeing visions, am I bad?

Or mad? Or wise?

“How long have you had forget-me-nots in the greenhouse, Mar?”

Marilyn hummed before looking at you and then at the flowers you now hold. “I’ve had them since I moved here.”

Frowning, you set the pot down and walked towards Marilyn. “I was there when you moved here, was I not?” Sitting on a chair next to her, you watched Marilyn weed her plants and toss them in the bin next to her.

Kneeling upright, Marilyn took a quick look at you before going to her desk. She took a picture frame and gave it to you before kneeling down to continue her work. Inside the frame was a picture of the faculty, with Marilyn and Larissa in the middle, you on Larissa’s left, and Vlad on yours. You traced the picture down to the date signed below it.

11/23/22

Nevermore Faculty

Holding the picture tight, you frowned as you jogged your memory to remember what happened that day. Yet, after minutes of trying, the only thing you got was a migraine. You groaned and went to Marilyn’s desk to return the frame to its rightful place. “Thank you, Mar. I’m afraid I have to go now.”

Watching you leave the greenhouse, Marilyn sighed. She didn’t know how to tell you. And she’s sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one telling you. Let Vlad or whoever else tell you, just not her. No, scratch that, not Vlad. There was only one person who would tell you. It needs to be that person. Not your friends. It needs to be her.

What if she's written 'mine' on my upper thigh?

Only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

“It is getting worse, Marilyn!”

“We can’t tell her, Vlad, not us.”

Sighing, Marilyn watched as Vlad paced vigorously in her office. Although you were their friend, it was not their story to share with you. They couldn’t tell you the whole story without the other side. They couldn't let you hate her while she resents herself for allowing what happened to you to happen.

“The school will open in a few weeks, Mar. She cannot stay in that godforsaken office until then. We need someone to boss us around!” Marilyn understood where Vlad was coming from. In three weeks, the gates of Nevermore will be opened, and the principal has yet to come out of her office. Since the incident, Larissa has chosen to hide within her office. And as the days pass, one by one, the members of the faculty start to lose their minds. They do not know how to function without Larissa, the lone similarity all of them shared.

“She is punishing herself.” Groaning, Vlad opened his bottle of whiskey and took a swig.

“Vlad!” Marilyn hissed as the coach slumped beside her. “It is the middle of the day!”

“And? What is your point, dear friend?” With that, Marilyn slapped Vlad’s arm and left the office to tend the greenhouse.

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top lip kiss

How I long for our trysts

Kicking down her office door was not part of the plan, to Marilyn, that is. But for Vlad? It was the first plan B he thought of if Larissa didn’t open the door for them as they knocked. “Larissa! There you are!”

Feeling for the light switch, Marilyn narrowed her eyes as she turned the light on. Only to find the office devoid of any life, apart from a rather emotionless Larissa. “Principal Weems, we apologize for kicking your office door open.” She slapped Vlad on the arm, earning her a scoff from the vampire. Giving Vlad a glare, she tilted her head toward Larissa.

“Ugh, fine.” Marilyn heard Vlad whisper, “I apologize for kicking your door open.” Strolling forward, Vlad sat in front of Larissa’s desk, making Marilyn shake her head in disapproval. “Unbelievable,” she whispered.

Tapping the desk to get Larissa’s attention, Vlad observed the woman before him. This wasn’t the same woman who hired him. That woman was fierce, and the woman in front of him was weak, lifeless, and emotionless. “Larissa, speak to us.” Vlad saw Marilyn join him in his peripheral vision and nodded towards the redhead.

“Please, Principal Weems.”

Turning to look at the two teachers before her, Larissa’s eyes turned glassy. Yet she blinked them away, not wanting her colleagues to see her so sensitive. “Yes, Coach Vlad? Marilyn?”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

Letting out a chuckle, Larissa rolled her eyes. “Do not patronize me, Vlad.”

Frowning, Marilyn shook her head and took Larissa’s hand in hers. “It’s true. It wasn’t your fault, Larissa. None of it was. It was an incident beyond your control.” Marilyn tightened her hold on the blonde’s hand, desperately trying to let the blonde believe that what happened to you was not her fault.

“It was an incident only she could control,” Vlad added. This made Larissa turn her head toward him, her eyes asking what he meant.

“She,” Vlad gave Marilyn a look before continuing, “had visions of the incident happening, yet she did nothing to prevent it.”

“Why?”

“Visions come to her like prophecies, Larissa. Surely you know why they are called that?” Vlad asked his boss humorously. “Changing a prophecy would mean changing the course of someone’s future.” Shaking his head, Vlad stood up and went to the nearest window. Catching you teaching one of the faculty your tricks in archery, he let out a teary chuckle before turning to look at the women in the room.

“It would mean changing the course of your future, and she couldn’t do that to you. Not when she understands that in every future you have, she isn’t part of it.”

Without ever touching her skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

[h-doodles]

You wandered into Marilyn’s Conservatory seeing her sitting with Larissa on her desk, mugs in both of their hands, and a third mug sitting beside you. Marilyn grinned, picking up the mug and handing it to you.

You smiled gratefully at her, accepting the mug. “Thank you.” You murmured, taking a sip of the coffee, (...)

- Not going anywhere (pt. 1) by @sarahpaulsonsoftie

TERRIBLY FERAL FOR SOFT & DOMESTIC LARISSA/READER/MARILYN AND GOD. I'm soooo sorry this took me a literal month and 9 days to go finish lmao ur girl has been going THROUGH it but MEOW! MEOW!!! MEOW!!!!!! so real to me that they have their own designated mugs like!!! its them fr <3

anyways mwah i love these 2 mommies so v much i sincerely wish for moreeee! and if i cant get it maybe i'll get off my ass and do it,,,,, rip but anyways.

extras under the cut:

alt uniforms: all white version // classic nevermore version

stills:

[m1lfsh4ke]

Mutual pleasure (repost)

warning: 18+ smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Larissa Weems Masterlist

Mommy…Master List

Approach at your own risk... smut = * extra smutty=**

Series

First Times Chapter Series Masterlist

April Fools (Sex Pollen) Part 1*

& Part 2*

Dreams, You Say? Part 1*

& Part 2**

Pomegranate Lips Ch 1: Morning Cup of Black & Blush

Ch 2: Take Me to Coffee First…

Ch 3: Under Against My Heel*

Ch 4: Tipping Point

Ch 5: Nights Spent Together*

Ch 6: Hope

Ch 7: Healing Takes Time

Ch 8: ~In the Works (;

Jealous, Are We? ~sub!larissa xdom!marilyn xdom!reader Part 1**,

Part 2**

Bend us, Break us ~sub!larissa xsub!morticia xdom!Reader Part 1,

Part 2*, Part 3*, Part 4**, & Cupid Struck Thrice

What the Body Wants Part 1**,

Part 2** & Part 3

One Shots

Only For You

Bite Me ~young!larissa xyoung!morticia*

Too Far?*

Use Me**

A Long Day ~Fanart &Headcanons

Louder ~sub!larissa**

Tears of Care

Sweet Corruption**

Even Though…

Senseless ~sub!larissa*

Let Me Take Care of You ~sub!larissa*

A Break from Work ~sub!larissa*

Try Me ~sub!larissa*

Pretty Red Lips ~young!sub!larissa xyoung!morticia

Relax, Angel ~sub!larissa*

Why Me?*

Desk Activities*

Asking for It*

Mind’s Betrayal ~young!sub!larissa xprofessor!reader*

Fuck Me Dirty ~sub!larissa**

Last Straw

Bad Chick*

Pencil Skirts &Mommy’s Desk*

No Where Near Finished ~sub!larissa*

Breath, My Love

Careful What You Wish For ~sub!larissa*

More than just Sex*

I Take Care of What’s Mine*

“I love MILFS” shirt…

Playful Chemistry*

Women in Power make My Knees Wobble ~Morissa xReader*

Even the Boss Needs a Break ~sub!larissa*

Takes One to Know One ~Larissa xLady Lesso**

Tipsy Nights*

Give it to Me*

Hello Darling ~Larissa Weems Fanart

Mirror Reflection*

Initialized Necklace ~gn!reader

My Kind of Crazy ~Young!Morissa feat. Professor!Reader*

Larissa Weems’ Sexuality

Some Fun… ~Morissa xReader*

Mere Thought of You**

Fabulous Night to Remember ~Alrissa xReader**

Wonderful Introductions ~AFAB!Genderfluid!Reader*

Drunk Courage

Finally Seen ~gn!Reader

On and On ~Sub!Larissa xFem g!p!Reader*

In Times of Need ~Sub!Larissa**

Dinner Party Deals*

Marking/Branding Kink with Larissa Weems*

Numb and Afraid ~Soft!Larissa

Convince Me, Darling

Bait Me**

Music Lover ~Larissa Weems Headcanons

Spicy Fantasies ~Larissa xMelissa xReader*

Breath Play Fetish with Larissa Weems*

Everybody Needs Somebody

We Want Who We Want ~Holiday Bingo**

The Way You Adore Me (Like No Other) ~Fem!BestFriend!Reader**

Platinum Goddess to the Rescue ~Fem!Student!Reader

Give Me What I Want ~Bratty!Bottom!Larissa

Put You in Your Place ~Dom!Larissa xFem Switch!Bratty!Reader*

You’re Too Good for Me ~Larissa Weems xBrienne of Tarth*

Give It To Me Over The Phone ~Morissa (Sub!Larissa Weems xDom!Daddy!Morticia Addams) xFem Dom!Mommy!Reader*

Under My Thumb ~Dark!Mommy!Larissa Weems xFem Student!Reader*

I Don’t Go Down Easy ~Sub!Mommy!Larissa Weems xFem Dom!Daddy!Reader*

My Good Little Sluts ~Sub!Larissa Weems xSub!Lady Lesso xFem Dom!Reader**

Melting ~Sub!Larissa Weems xFem Dominant!Mistress!Reader**

When the Heat is Mutual ~Alpha!Larissa Weems x Omega!Marilyn Thornhill xFem Beta!Younger!Student!Reader (A/B/O{Omegaverse} Au)

Utter Submission ~Sub!Larissa*

The Filth We Share… ~Daddy!Larissa*

Quivering at Your Touch ~Sub!Larissa Weems xFem Mommy!Younger(20s)!Assistant!Reader (feat. Morticia Addams)**

Strip Me of My Power ~Dom!Larissa Weems x Sub!Bratty!Lady Lesso**

Take Me Back to Shore ~Broken!Wifey!Larissa Weems xComforting!Wifey!Alcina Dimitrescu(AlrissaAU)

Oh and I take Requests, so hit me up with your ideas 😉 Requests & Prompt-List

[thatmissingrat]

Little doodle of Marilyn

[v3nusxsky]

Hiii there I have 2 sheathings . Could I do a request for ‘it’s so cute when you…’ (or smth along those lines) with 7 and/or 5? With little!reader (if you still do that) x Larissa x Marilyn. Where reader has just had a really good and very productive day and Larissa and Marilyn are feeling soft as reader rambles? Second question could I claim the 🌻 anon?

Safe place

*Authors note~ welcome 🌻 anon! I’ve missed writing Agere sm so thank you for joining the clan of anons and for this request*

Trigger warnings ~ Agere, little r x Marilyn x Larissa. Momma Larissa, auntie Mari, nice Marilyn :), r is obsessed with Taylor swift music

Prompt ~see ask^^^

“Momma will be back soon bug.” Marilyn’s voice seemed to carry around the greenhouse. You loved to be in the room as she tended to her plants. Although you couldn’t touch every petal due to Marilyn’s rules, they were still pretty to look at. Often, Marilyn would play music as she worked which you loved. You loved working with auntie Mari when momma was busy. Luckily for you, when you regressed into a meeting with the principal due to stress she immediately took you under her wing. She absolutely adored her role as your caregiver but with all the strain of keeping Nevermore afloat she struggled with the idea of you alone, vulnerable and well scared.

So that’s how with your permission, Marilyn was let in on the little secret. She readily agreed to help in any way she could. If you couldn’t find one of them, you would be able to find the other. Both women loved to spend time with you in any mindset but Marilyn had to admit there was something special about being “aunty Mari” to you.

“My knuckles were bruised like violets” her unmistakable voice drifted around the room causing you to immediately gasp with excitement. This happened to be one of your favourite songs despite not understanding the lyrics in this headspace. “Oh gosh you are a little cutie when you get so excited at something so much, you start jumping up and down. Gonna dance with me bug?”

“Mari! Mari n me dance!” You giggled running to take the red heads hand, your dress swaying gently with your pace. She was more than happy to just sway with you as your little smile lit the room up.

We can plant a memory garden,

Beautiful flowers in a variety of vibrant colours sprouted from the walls, clearly your ability wasn’t so easily controlled in this state.

Say a solemn prayer; place a poppy in my hair

With an unpracticed ease, Marilyn reached over to grab the flower that lay on her work station before slipping it just behind your ear. Causing you to give her a bright smile as the song continued.

There’s no morning glory, it was war, it wasn’t fair

And we will never go back to that bloodshed crimson clover

Uh-huh, the worst was over

My hand was the one you reached for

You couldn’t help but pout when the song ended as you knew it meant Marilyn needed to work and you wouldn’t continue making your pictures at the desk. But wanting to be good like you promised you would be you settle back down relatively quickly.

Minutes turned into hours before Larissa could finally escape the board meeting and back to her girl. The walk to the conservatory was longer than she remembered. The gentle waves of music hit the blonde first, it wasn’t uncommon for Marilyn to work to music. She stated it helped her feel more connected to the plants which always made the blonde chuckle. But this very specific musician had to be your pick. If there’s one thing she knew, her girl loved Taylor swift no matter what headspace she’s in.

Casually peaking around the doorframe, she saw Marilyn in her own world tending to some white roses and you sat at her desk, tongue out as you focused on the paper before you. Both the occupational were humming along to the music and clearly not noticing the extra presence. A rare moment to bask in the adorable sight before her, Larissa couldn’t help but smile.

The moment you spotted the woman, you were out of the chair and barrelling into her legs with your body. “Mommaaaaaaa” you squealed happily as she scooped you up into her arms. “Hello to you too my darling. Did you have fun with Mari?” One innocent sweet kiss pressed to your cheek as you launched into recounting every detail of your day. Rambles of the songs, the flowers, your drawings and dancing filled the room. Both the other women couldn’t help but lovingly watch you explain every last detail. Truly, they were lucky to have you in their lives.

"Oh darling, you’re just so adorable when start babbling without realising. Momma loves to hear her girl all happy." Larissa murmured ruffling your hair slightly before setting you on the ground with slightly flushed cheeks.

All I know, this morning when I woke

Is I know something now, know something now,

I didn’t before

“Momma! This our song!” You exclaimed excitedly, “dance momma. Dance.” You held your hand out to the principal causing Marilyn to chuckle, “your turn Ris isn’t that right bug? Momma should have a dance with you.” As if she could say no, the little look on your face was simply too cute for words. With ease, she strides over to you scooping you up and placing you on her hip. You instantly snuggled into her warmth, your head settling into her neck. “Mari dance” you whined into her soft skin causing Larissa to silently invite the red head to join you. The three of you swayed to song after song, soaking in the moment of peace. Little did you know this was the start of something beautiful for you all.

Word count~ 874

[sarahpaulsonsoftie]

(Not such a) Bad Idea

Larissa Weems X reader-

Songfic based on bad idea by girl in red, loosely. Reader is a final year university student and often frequents the Weathervane for their impeccable coffee (it’s just for the free Wi-Fi). Larissa is the principal of Nevermore academy and often frequents the Weathervane for their impeccable coffee (it’s just for the peace and quiet).

Or

Two dumb gays in love and Marilyn meddles.

Huge thank you to @h-doodles who majorly helped me with the plotline with this one. Honestly cannot thank you enough, I hope it meets your expectations :) <3

-

It was a typical Thursday Morning for you, early enough for the Weathervane to be open, which meant you could claim a booth and work on your thesis statement. Typically, the weathervane was a quite café but for some reason, today it was packed and there was no seating available elsewhere.

Just as you had frequented the café, there was also an extremely tall lady, with ocean blue eyes and always wearing pristine clothing. You would often catch her eyes and she would smile at you, which would make you feel like you were going to faint. God, to see that smile in the morning would give you enough motivation to get through the day, and you would yearn for it long after she was gone.

Almost as if your thoughts had summoned her, in she stepped, noticing how busy it was and she approached the counter, giving her order. Her order is placed in front of her, and you notice her eyes wander around the café and eventually her eyes lock with yours.

You do your best to hide the fact you were staring by turning your focus onto your laptop, a flush growing on your cheeks.

“Hello.” You hear a British accent say and you look up, almost fainting because the woman who you had just been staring at has approached you. Oh my god, she’s British. “Is there any chance I could share a booth with you? Its quite busy in here today.”

“Oh- Yeah, of course, I don’t mind!” You say, probably too enthaustically, but she doesn’t comment and instead you decide to offer up your name “I’m Y/N.” You smile.

The woman smiles wider at you, “Larissa.” She returns, and you feel your face flush. Oh my god, even her name is ethereal. You grin as you turn back and begin to type away.

Moment’s pass, before your eyes raise to see Larissa watching you curiously, and you feel yourself blushing. Larissa takes a sip of her drink before nodding her head to your laptop.

“What are you working on?” Larissa enquires, as her eyes crinkle with her smile. You nearly stop breathing at the realization that she’s speaking to you.

“Me? Oh, uhm, nothing interesting, just my thesis statement for Uni.” You smile and Larissa rolls her eyes lightly with a smirk.

“Of course, it’s not interesting, otherwise you wouldn’t be staring at me every time I come in.” Larissa teases and you feel your ears grow hot, and your eyes grow wide in shock.

“Oh, sorry! I mean no offence!” You say urgently, realizing you’re probably embarrassing yourself even. You try to focus back on your laptop, hoping the floor will swallow you up. Larissa lightly pushes your laptop so its half closed.

“Oh, believe me, it’s quite the compliment actually.” She states with a smile before chuckling. “Gosh, its going to sound rather silly but sometimes, I hope to see you staring to figure out if I’ve made the right outfit choice.”

You’re certain if you blush anymore, you will faint. “Oh, I bet you’d still look good in a trash bag.” You manage to say before you can stop yourself and Larissa chuckles, and you smile yourself.

“Well, Y/N, thank you for that wonderful insight. I’m sure my wardrobe will thank you.” Larissa smiles before checking her watch. “I suppose it’s time for me to leave. Goodluck with your thesis, Y/N.”

Larissa stands to leave and begins to turn away and looks at you again, “You’ll be here tomorrow?” She asks and all you can do is nod.

-

Friday morning couldn’t have come quicker for you, and you excitedly sit down in your booth, jittering with excitement as you see Larissa enter. You lock eyes with her, and she smiles at you from across the café. You open your laptop and at least try to pretend that you are focused on something other than her.

Larissa grabs her order and sits opposite you in your booth, and you smile at each other.

“Morning.” You smile, looking up from your laptop and Larissa is wearing a sage green dress with a golden chain necklace, complete with a golden watch and you swear you can faint. “I suppose you didn’t feel like wearing a trash bag today, huh?” You joke, your face flushing.

Larissa chuckles lightly and she has you enchanted by the sound. She takes a sip from a drink as she raises her brow at you.

“Oh please, you’re too nice to me.” Larissa states and you take a sip of your own coffee before you close your laptop. Larissa looks at you questioningly, “Off for the day?”

“Oh, no. I’m gonna be here for a while but there’s no point in pretending anything else has my attention when you’re sitting in front of me.” You grin, you have no idea where the confidence has come from, but you decide that since Larissa has decided to sit with you for a second time, it’s the confidence you need.

Larissa chuckles again and smirks at you again. “Careful, you might convince me to never leave.”

You grin at her cheekily, you’re sure your cheeks are flushed but you decide to ignore and begin to speak, “you say that as if it’s a bad thing. Perhaps I don’t want you to.” You say, and Larissa smiles before taking another sip.

“You never told me what your thesis was on.” She states and shuffles somewhat close to you, and you look down at your laptop before looking back up at her.

“Like I said yesterday, nothing too interesting. But I’m currently writing about Rene Descartes influence on modern philosophy, seeing as some consider him the father of modern philosophy.” You say and roll your eyes.

“Ah, and this does not interest you?” Larissa questions, her hands finding themselves onto the table.

“It’s not so much that it doesn't interest me, but I am not too keen on modern philosophies, I know, I know, they paved the way for society today, especially with the way he connected geometry and Algebra, but I suppose at heart, I’m more of an ancient Greek gal.” You say with a light grin, and Larissa looks intently at you, a light smile on her lips. “Sorry, I’m boring you.” You say, and Larissa’s hand reaches out to touch your arm.

“No, I find it quite refreshing how passionate you are.” Larissa states and her hand doesn’t move from your arm, you grin up at her.

“Soo, what about you? What do you do?” You ask and Larissa smiles a tight smile before looking up at you.

“I’m the principal of Nevermore academy.” She says proudly and she watches as your eyebrows furrow together, and she removes her hand from your arm, anticipating some sort of backlash.

“Nevermore? I don’t think I’ve—Oh! Nevermore, the academy for outcasts? Wait, sorry, is outcast the right word? I dunno if I got that right, erm but yeah, I’m sorry if that’s offensive! But also, principal? That’s awesome!” You say, and watch as Larissa breathes a sigh of relief, and you eye her curiously.

“Yes, outcast is the correct term. Although, some would not consider it ‘awesome’, but I suppose that’s their problem.” Larissa states and you look at her.

“Some people just like hating people.” You state, “Like how some people hate me cause I’m gay, but I think that sort of hate just makes you more accepting. But you being the principal of Nevermore academy is awesome.” You smile comfortingly, as you place your hand hesitantly onto Larissa’s.

Larissa checks her watch and frowns before looking at you. “I’m sorry, darling but its time for me to go back to the academy.” Larissa says before standing, “May I see your phone?” She asks and you nod, handing her your unlocked phone, she types in something before handing it back to you with a smile.

“You have my number now, message me if you get bored with your thesis. I hope I can help with the boredom.” Larissa smiles, hesitating slightly before placing a kiss on your cheek. She then begins to leave, looking over her shoulder before waving with a smile.

Okay, so she called you darling, and then kissed your cheek, and THEN gave you, her number. You can die happily now.

-

You submit your thesis statement draft Friday evening and take out your phone to find the contact Larissa saved. You click onto it and begin to type out a message.

‘I submitted my thesis draft.’ You type and send almost immediately, excited to finally have a reason to message Larissa.

You see the read icon almost immediately and then the typing icon. You stay on the chat and watch intently as the typing icon appears and disappears three times before the message comes through.

‘Does this mean I won’t see your beautiful face in the morning now?’ Is the response and you squeal, squeal. Squeal at the response. You begin to type out your response.

‘No, luckily for you, and unluckily for me, it was only the draft, I still have to submit the real thing ☹’ You type back ‘Plenty of boredom on my part still, and many mornings left in the weathervane.’

‘I suppose you’re not too busy to attend the Harvest festival with me next weekend?’ Is what Larissa says and you swear you feel as if you can faint, this woman is too much and you love it.

‘only if you promise I can win you a prize.’ You respond and there is a grin on your face.

-

The weekend and week pass quite quickly and eventually the day of the harvest festival arrives. You and Larissa had been in the Weathervane nearly every single morning, except for Sunday, because you decided to take the day to have a break, due to Larissa’s encouragement.

You are dressed already, after much changing and tweaking but you decided on your final outfit change that it would have to do otherwise you would drive yourself crazy.

You pull out your phone and begin to type out a message to Larissa ‘hey, did you want to meet out front?’

You place your shoes on and feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You look to see Larissa has messaged ‘Nonsense, I’m outside yours, we can walk there together.’

Your stomach does butterflies as you almost sprint to your front door and open it and see Larissa standing there holding two cups of coffee. You shut your door as you look up at her and nearly choke on your own breath.

She’s wearing a light green dress that cuts off just off above her knee, hugging her in all the right places, and a matching jacket, her hair pinned up in its usual pristine style.

“Hi.” You say, nervously shuffling on your feet and Larissa smiles lightly before stepping closer and handing you your coffee before kissing you on your cheek.

“Hi, sweetheart.” She smiles, as she pulls back. Your cheeks feel hot, and you look up at her through your eyelashes. “You look absolutely divine.”

“Me?” You manage to say, before looking down at your feet, “What about you?” You ask.

Larissa’s hand cups underneath your chin, as she brings your eyes up to meet hers, a smirk playing on her lips “Where’s the shyness come from, darling? Did I make the right outfit choice?”

“You look like a goddess.” You say, and Larissa grins down at you. You move your eyes away from hers and Larissa lets go of your chin.

“A goddess? That’s a new one.” She smiles and takes your hand into hers as you begin to walk. “Is that from all your university study? Is that where you’ve learnt to sweet talk?”

“Oh, no, it’s not sweet talk if it’s the truth.” You smile shyly up at Larissa and she grins at you, before taking a sip of her own coffee.

-

It’s a few hours into the night and you and Larissa have been endlessly flirting, lingering touches, longing looks.

You manage to catch a glimpse of a game booth that would let you win prizes, and you grab Larissa’s hand and excitedly pull her towards it, and you look back at her with a grin.

“I believe I promised to win you a prize.” You say and Larissa’s arm wraps around your shoulder.

“You don’t have spend so much time trying to win me a prize, when you’re already here next to me.” Larissa states and you look at her, and bite your lip, trying to ignore the heat that flushed throughout your body.

“I promised.” You repeat and Larissa’s eyes soften as she lets you wander off to the stall. She watches as you speak to the man running the booth and laugh along with him, and you look back towards her with a grin. She’s standing a distance away from you, not wanting to approach, content in watching your excitement.

She watches as the man hands you the throwing balls and you throw the first one, knocking down nearly half off the cans down. She watches as you grin and look back towards her and Larissa cannot help the yearn in her heart.

Your second throw leaves only one can left, and she watches how your tongue sticks out in concentration on your last throw and Larissa grins as you get the last can on the last throw, you jump excitedly and the man running the booth allows you to pick out your prize.

You throw another glance towards Larissa with a smile as you pick out your prize, her prize, and hide it behind your back as you make your way back towards her.

“That was impressive.” Larissa grins and you look up at her with a huge smile. You move your hands from behind your back, showing two matching bear keychains.

“I picked this cause, even if I’m not with you, or you’re not with me, you’ll see it and be reminded of me.” You say and hold out one to her, keeping the other for yourself.

Larissa doesn’t say anything as she takes the keychain from your hand and stares at for a moment before her hand is on your cheek and crashing your lips together.

You respond to the kiss immediately, and Larissa’s hands find your hips before she pulls away and rests her forehead against yours.

“I think we should go back to yours.” She says, slightly out of breath and you nod in agreement, speechless over this woman.

-

When you wake the next morning, Larissa’s arms are wrapped around your waist and you smile softly before checking the time. 07:04am. You shuffle so you’re facing Larissa and she looks even more beautiful than you could have imagined. Her hair is undone from it’s usual style, laying bare into the pillows underneath it, her face is bare from any makeup and you’re close enough to see every freckle that has graced her face.

Larissa stirs slightly before opening her eyes and looking at you. “Morning, sweetheart.” She says, her voice laced in sleep. Her hand reaches up to your cheek and she places a light kiss to your lips. “Do you know what the time is?”

“Oh, its just passed 7.” You say, leaning into Larissa’s touch. Larissa’s eyes widen in shock before she’s making her way out your bed quickly, speeding to pick up her clothes that are strewn about from the previous. “What’s wrong?”

“I have a meeting with the mayor at 8! Did you see where I put my phone?” She asks and you take it from the nightstand and hand it to her. “Thank you.”

There is a slight nervousness to her nature that you shrug off due to her being late, you get out of the bed and watch as she gets dressed quickly, amazed at how she can pull herself together so quickly.

“Where are you meeting him?” You ask Larissa, standing in front behind her as she uses your mirror to fix her hair into its usual style. She turns back to look at you, her hands pausing their movements.

“At a café in Burlington, I left my car at the academy, so I’ll have to get a taxi.” Larissa says, stepping closer to you. “I’ll message you.” She says, before kissing your cheek and leaving.

-

Days pass and you have yet to hear anything back from Larissa. You had left her a message, in which she had just read and not responded. You take the hint, no matter how much it hurts, and you do not attempt to message her.

It’s Wednesday morning and you’re sitting in your usual booth. You notice how Larissa hasn’t come in during the mornings anymore. You sigh lightly as you take out your flash drive and spare a glance to the bear keychain you had attached to it.

A shadow darkens your laptop and you feel hope swell in your chest, at the possibility of it being Larissa but as you see another figure, a lady in which you hadn’t seen before at this time of the morning, who had red hair and was wearing glasses, along with a baby blue cardigan over a summery dress. You smile lightly.

“Hi.” She says, almost nervously. “May I sit here?” She asks, and you look around the café and notice hoe the seating is unusually full. You nod and smile. “I’m Marilyn.”

“Y/N.” You return, with a shy smile. You try to focus on your work but notice the lady, Marilyn, staring at you. You bring your eyes up to meet hers and she smiles softly.

“What are you working on, Y/N?” Marilyn asks and you look at your laptop. Déjà vu from the first time you and Larissa spoke. You frown lightly and look back towards her.

“Just my thesis for Uni.” You return, shortly. You don’t mean to come across as rude but you know that the last time you had been nice to someone sitting with you at the booth, you had a one night stand, and she avoided you since.

Yet, your heart still yearned for. Marilyn’s eyebrows furrow together as she watches you together, throwing a glance at your bear keychain.

“I hope you don’t mind my saying so, but you seem quite upset.” Marilyn states and you bite the inside of your cheeks. “I mean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but since I’m just a stranger, it might be nice to talk about.” Marilyn shrugs lightly, taking a sip of her drink, and you notice it in a to go cup.

You sigh, contemplating and decide that it would be nice to talk about it. “I, uh, met someone. I thought we were getting along great, we went to the harvest festival together, she kissed me, and then we went back to mine together. I haven’t heard from her since, haven’t seen her since even though she usually comes here in the morning.” You admit, and Marilyn looks at you comfortingly.

“I have a friend, who’s in somewhat of a similar situation.” Marilyn states, “Well, not exactly the same, kind of the opposite, and she’s the avoider. But she did so for a reason.”

You close your laptop and look at Marilyn whose hands are resting on the table and Marilyn smiles softly, looking at you with warm eyes.

“What reason would that be?” You ask, taking a sip of your drink, before avoiding her eyes.

“Well, see the person she was seeing was quite a bit younger than her, and after they got together, she just felt insecure about her age, about the difference in the stages of their lives. I mean, my friend has her career and knows that she wants to stay in her job for the rest of her life, but she confessed to me that the person she was seeing hasn’t even finished studying yet. She’s scared that this person won’t wanna be with her once she realizes the difference.” Marilyn says and you watch her, your eyes feel as if they’re growing wet. You don’t say anything immediately, noticing the similarities.

“Well, has she asked the person she’s seeing? Cause, you know, the woman I was seeing was quite the bit older than me and that was never a problem for me.” You shrug before sighing again. “Guess she just wanted some fun. It was a bad idea.”

Marilyn nods along, listening to what you say before checking her phone for the time. “I’ve gotta go now, will you be here tomorrow?" She asks and you nod.

-

A week passes and you and Marilyn become quite close friends, often giving each other separate advice. It’s evening time for as you type away on your laptop, its nearing closing time but you have just one more argument to write before you can leave.

You hear the door to the café open and you look up, seeing Larissa enter. Almost immediately, her eyes are locking with yours and you look back at your laptop, saving the file and closing it up before you get up to leave.

You make it halfway to the exit before you hear your name being called. “Y/N!” Larissa says, taking long strides, and you look back towards her, moving back slightly as she stands in front of you.

“Oh, hi.” You say, before pulling out your phone, pretending to check the time. “I’ve got to go, but it was nice seeing you.” You say, with a fake smile.

You turn around and leave the café, making sure you do not glance back, yet you yearn to, to turn around and you hope that Larissa will call out your name, but your heart drops as you walk down the street, and she still hasn’t called out your name.

You feel used. You feel sad and used. Did what you have mean nothing to you?

Unbeknownst to you, Larissa watches you leave, her hands gripping onto the keychain you had won for her, her cheeks growing wet as she realizes how much she has hurt you.

-

The weekend arrives and Marilyn invites you out to a bar, just for a friendly drink she had said. You enter the bar, which lighting is low and you notice Marilyn is at the bar, grabbing drinks and you approach her with a small grin.

“Hi, Marilyn.” You smile and Marilyn grins at you, looking up at you from over her glasses. You notice her taking two drinks from the bartender and thanking him, you furrow your eyebrows at her in confusion as Marilyn smiles.

“Hi, Y/N. I hope you don’t mind, but I invited another one of my friends.” Marilyn smirks, and hands you one of the drinks she has ordered. It’s a glass of red wine and you smile at her taking a sip.

“That’s fine, any friend of yours is a friend of mine.” You smile, and Marilyn grins as she leads you to a table, your eyes are more focused on the bar, and you almost bump into Marilyn as she stops, grinning like a fool as she looks at you.

You move your eyes to the table and to your absolute surprise, Larissa is sitting there is a low-cut dress and her usual golden chain. She stands once she sees you. “Y/N.” She says and you look at her.

“Hi, Larissa.” You say, slightly tense, and Marilyn places her drink on the table. She shuffles slightly before speaking.

“I see you two have already met, which is great because I need the bathroom.” She grins and she rushes away.

“Wait, Marilyn!” You call after her, and she ignores you, as she walks through a crowd. You look back to Larissa and swallow. Jesus, even when you’re mad at her, she still has the ability to make you speechless. You frown as you connect the dots. “You’re the friend Marilyn was telling me about?” You ask, and Larissa steps closer to you. You don’t back away this time, and Larissa takes this a win.

“So that means, you are also the friend that Marilyn was telling me about.” Larissa says and her eyes soften. Her hands find yours slowly, in fear of you pulling away. You don’t and Larissa breathes a sigh of relief before speaking, “I never wanted to use you for fun, Y/N. I just—What I felt- what I feel- is very real and I was scared you’d think I was too old for you.”

You step closer to Larissa, looking up at her through your eyelashes. “I never would have thought that.” You say softly, and Larissa removes her hands from yours, placing them onto your hips. “I was, I am, falling for you, Larissa. You hurt me.” You say, and your cheeks grow hot as Larissa’s grip on you tightens.

“I am sorry, sweetheart. It was never my intention. But after I left yours in a hurry, I thought, I thought, you wouldn’t want to see me because of the workload I have, and I though you might’ve wanted more excitement.” Larissa says, her face coming closer to yours, “But, I have to admit that I am falling- No, I am in love with you, I’m in love with the excitement that radiates from you, the shyness that have when you see me, the passion you have for university, and the I love you.” Larissa confesses, her breath tickiling your lips.

You breath hitches as you close your eyes, before opening them again to see Larissa’s ocean blue eyes staring into your soul. “I’m in love with you too. I love hoe passionate you are about your career, I love how much you care about your students, I love the way you always make me feel so nervous.” You say and Larissa brings your lips together, in a soft, caring, loving, passionate kiss.

You eventually pull away and rest your foreheads together. In the distance you hear Marilyn yell. You both look over towards her as she’s grinning madly before she shouts, “I did it!”

You and Larissa look at each other before giggling.

Fin

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Day 1: Hockey game (Melissa Schemmenti)

Day 2: Tree decorating (Wanda Maximoff)

Day 3: Staff holiday party (Larissa Weems)

Day 4: Gift wrapping (Morticia Addams)

Day 5: Cookie baking (Alcina Dimitrescu)

Day 6: Snowball fight (Chessy)

Day 7: Mistletoe and gift wrapping (Melissa Schemmenti)

Day 8: Seasonal flu (Wanda Maximoff)

Day 9: Dancing in the snow (Larissa Weems)

Day 10: Proposal (Morticia Addams)

Day 11: Snowed in (Alcina Dimitrescu)

Day 12: Christmas (Chessy)