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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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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

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Loved the lesso x dovey x reader fic it was amazing.

Could you possibly do a larissa x marilyn x reader one, (full of smut 😳)

Private party 18+

*Authors note~ I haven’t written for Marilyn but I had to fic but I wanted to give this a try.

Trigger warnings~ mommy Marilyn (switch) and daddy (dom) Larissa shifted dick cum kink breading kink oral praise degrading watching;)

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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You and Larissa had been very open from the start of your relationship over your wants and needs in all departments. Very early on it was established that Larissa was extremely dominant and would only submit if she wanted to, which was rare but neither of you minded that. You both were very kinky people but your jobs meant you had to be discreet with it. So you’d come up with signals to use in public that meant different things but nothing to anyone other than you two.

You’d had a particularly stressful week, and Larissa had a plan to help with stress relief, something you’d both spoken about and not had courage to try, she had the perfect person for the job. Luckily for you both she was more than willing to participate in what was set to be a deliciously sinful night.

That was how you found yourself in your shared chambers only to be met with your girlfriend and Marilyn conversing in Larissa’s office with a glass of wine. Your only instruction was to sit pretty and wait like a good girl. So here you sat on your knees, head tilted towards the bedspread as you waited, excitement swarming in your stomach alongside some nerves and of course arousal.

“Shall we” you heard your girlfriend’s voice ring out and they entered the room. “Darling” she purred causing you to rise your head, “we have a guest today and I want you to behave like a good girl okay? Treat her with the same respect daddy gets okay?” You nodded before murmuring, “daddy? What do I call her?” With a quick glance to Marilyn you were answered by the redhead, “mommy or Mari will do sweetheart” you nodded in your understanding, “yes mommy.”

“Rissa dear? She’s yours so why don’t you tell me how you want to play with the pretty girl?” Only to be shut up with a kiss, “you first Marilyn I’m content to watch for now” she murmured before moving to sit next to the headboard, legs stretched out. You shuffled up next to her so that your head rested on the pillows next to her. “Strip sweetheart” her tone slightly firm but no where near the same as Larissa’s dominant voice, slightly strange but not unwelcome.

Fully stripped you allowed both women to see you, “oh Rissa, she really is a beauty” Marilyn mumbled as her gaze fixed on your breasts. “She really is, be a good girl baby okay?” She murmured brushing a hand through your hair before kissing your forehead. Marilyn wasted no time In straddling your hips and kissing you passionately, her hands exploring your body under your girlfriends watchful gaze. You happily responded to the red head. You heard your girlfriends little gasps as she watched the scene unfold, only then did you realise that she had a hand dipped between her thighs teasing herself.

“Mommys gonna sit on your face pretty” Marilyn muttered before situating herself on your face as hand’s gripped the headboard to steady herself. You eagerly licked and lapped at her cunt moaning at her taste. “Such a good girl for us y/n, you’re making your mommy feel so good. Daddy’s so impressed baby” Larissa praised as Marilyn moaned above you. “Oh fuck me, sweetheart right there, oh god” she moaned and it was clear that she had no problem with being vocal. Larissa was silently thanking herself for choosing Marilyn. They were close friends and she knew of Marilyn’s sexuality so it made her a prime choice for partner, maybe it wouldn’t be a one time thing as long as all three were agreeable.

Your jaw was starting to ache with the effort you were putting in, your chin drenched in her slick as you moved up to wrap your lips around her aching bundle of nerves and suck hard, “oh fuck I’m cumming fuck good girl” she whined as her hips bucked down on your face violently, her knuckles turning white from the pressure. You diligently worked your tongue through her folds as you licked up all she gave you.

“So pretty” Larissa whined as she now stroked her shifted anatomy, “good girl sweetheart” Marilyn praised through pants in attempt to catch her breath. You lay there happily darting your tongue around your lips desperately trying to get more of Marilyn’s cum. “Such a cumslut” Larissa murmured before coming to kiss you absolutely senseless. While you were distracted Marilyn found the strap exactly where Larissa told her it would be should she want it.

“Love, I want you to sit on your knees and don’t touch yourself okay?” Larissa murmured and you nodded instantly wanting to be good for her. Only then did Larissa move to pin the red head to the wall as she kissed her, putting on a show for you. You were already painfully turned on by the sight and pleasing Marilyn that all you could do is whine while your thighs shook with need. “Daddy” you whimpered to the women, “mommy oh god, Please!” Only to be ignored by the occupied women. You couldn’t deny that the sight was truly out of this world sexy but you needed something, anything just more.

Eventually they took pity on your pathetic whimpers and whines for their attention and you became the main focus for them both. Larissa helped Marilyn by filling up her strap for her, while Marilyn used her mouth to wet Larissa’s dick, nothing to drastic but enough to make Larissa moan ever so slightly, “oh Mari fuck!” As the red head swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip. Next thing you new Larissa had you placed on all fours in the toward the end of the bed as Marilyn slotted in underneath you, head resting on the pillows, her fake cock wanting attention you’d gladly give.

“Now darling, daddy will give you what you want, but the moment that beautiful mouth of yours slips off mommys dick, I’ll stop so be a dear and let us use your holes like a good whore” Larissa demanded, before you could even reply, your head was pushed down onto the silicone toy and Larissa entered your leaking hole. Both women moved slowly until they found the perfect rhythm. When they found it you were a goner. You moaned and spluttered around the fake dick as it continued to hit the back of your throat with every thrust and Larissa’s cock hitting that spongy spot in your cunt with every ruthless thrust.

Your walls fluttering around her cock as you slacked your jaw to aid Marilyn. “Oh the little cock slut is gonna cum” Larissa taunted as. Marilyn moaned out, “oh fuck me too!” With a hand at the base of her cock she ordered you to stick your tongue out, only then did she cum all over it. “Darling, mommy may have cum but daddy hasn’t so be good and make mommy cum” she purred hands on your hips aiding her thrusts.

“Daddy. Daddy! Please I’m gonna please oh god” you mewled under her actions, “I know baby cum for daddy. Wanna feel you squeeze me” she panted out as you came and came hard. Marilyn hands now coming to toy with your breasts. Larissa didn’t stop though, she began to get more frenzied as your over sensitive walls fluttered around her dick. “Oh god daddy! Wanna take your cum! Please, daddy use me. Cum for me please!” You all but screamed as you came violently on her cock, Larissa seconds after spurting her cum into you eager cunt, “take it baby, take my cum. You’d look so cute bred with my seed.” She panted out not really realising what she was saying. “Oh fuck daddy more. Want more” you whined feeling another shoot of cum hitting your walls as she brought you both back down from the pleasure.

Slipping out of you carefully, Larissa and Marilyn immediately started to care for you, praising you for how good you were. You did so well and they were so proud. All three of you satisfied as you cuddled, you sandwiched between both their perfect bodies, brain hazy as you basked in the afterglow.

Word count ~ 1434

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iloveslasher · 1 year

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Some larissa weems content

(When she stands up from leaning over on that desk! It does somethings to me!)

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #larissa x marilyn

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may-or-whatever · 1 year

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it's them

#larissa weems #marilyn thornhill #larissa weems x marilyn thornhill #larissa x marilyn

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ijustlikemilfs · 10 months

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I drew Laurel but she kinda looks young

#marilyn thornhill #laurel gates #larissa x marilyn #marilyn x larissa #larissa weems x laurel gates #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday 2022 #wednesday netflix #artists on tumblr #digital art

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ithoughticouldwrite · 1 year

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Can we get Larissa and Marilyn relationship headcanons, please, if no one has asked already?

Maybe how it started and other general relationship stuff?

Note: Going to preface this with the fact that I don’t ship this, however, I do enjoy the ship. Small difference. This doesn’t mean don’t ask me about it though!

And this will likely go more into au territory as, in my opinion, it wouldn’t work that well within the canon of the show unless quite a few things changed. Now that I’ve said all of that, let’s get into it.

Larissa Weems x Marilyn Thornhill Headcanons/ Rambles (w/ spoilers)

Larissa hired Marilyn at first just as an attempt to foster good relationships between outcasts and normies, Nevermore Academy and Jericho. Marilyn would’ve known this.

As the principal Larissa wouldn’t be able to just ignore Marilyn like the rest of the faculty appears to do, so all of the beginning interactions are pretty forced.

One hell of a slowburn. Oh my gods. This is not a relationship that just happens. You're here for the long haul or you're not here at all. (I'm probably gonna speed through it tho cause this a hc/ ramble post, not an entire fic lol)

Marilyn just wants Larissa to like her and genuinely accept her. Sure she's accepted as a teacher but again...that's mostly just for other reasons.

They both develop a respect for the other's work ethic and determination over time though and that's...it, for awhile.

It's likely that it's that mutual respect that leads to a somewhat stable friendship.

Somewhat stable friendship leads to more mutual trust, which leads to actual friendship, and in turn leads conversations not work related. Personal subjects. Learning about each other. You know, typical gateway stuff to either being just best friends or one wanting the other to push them against the wall and kis-....nevermind.

Marilyn has these thoughts first, for sure, but it's early and she can tell that these feelings are not reciprocated.

Larissa knows something is up but given that they're friends now, probably best friends, she doesn't pry. It'd feel wrong, and it's not like the feelings are getting in the way of either of their jobs so...eh.

Marilyn feels like she's walking on thin ice and as though as any significant mistake could undo all of the progress made between the two women, and included in that list of potential mistakes is confessing that she thinks she fallen for Larissa. She hasn't at this point it's more of an infatuation but still.

Marilyn's infatuation dies down eventually but it leaves behind genuine love.

Larissa would start to reciprocate this love before realizing that she's getting genuinely close to someone (again) and no matter if we go with her and Gomez, Morticia, or both, she's going to be resistant to the new whatever their relationship is becoming no matter what.

So she distances herself, going back to primarily professional interactions, which makes Marilyn worry she's fucked up. She hasn't but she's worried about it.

When Wednesday shows up they both have to put whatever mess they've got going on off to the side to make sure shit doesn't hit the fan, which fails, but still.

Shit hitting the fan actually pushes them to interact with each other more which, in turn, leads to them having to acknowledge their feelings for each other.

It all comes to a head at the Rave'N when Marilyn asks Larissa if she was excited about hers, and of course Larissa opens up about only remembering disappointment since Gomez chose to ask Morticia to it and not her....and then, y'know, ✨murder✨ happened.

They talk a little bit more and Larissa can almost swear the punch has been spiked, so she asks Marilyn to watch it for a bit while she goes somewhere else in the room to watch the students.

The whole paint revenge happens and of course Larissa is distraught, and everyone goes back to their dorms while she waits for the police and Noble to figure out what happened and why it happened.

Once all of that is figured out she'd go back to her office/room, still upset. (sidenote: I'm convinced that her bedroom is connected to her office).

After Marilyn gets back from everything with Eugene and Wednesday she goes to tell Larissa about what just happened as best she can.

Now Larissa is surprised that anyone came to her office at this time of night, as everyone was undoubtedly still shaken up from the events of the night. She's happy to see Marilyn though, almost happy enough to get up and hug her. She didn't see the other woman at all during the final events of the night and was worried she'd been the monster's next victim.

Professionalism? Yeah that's thrown out the window here as Marilyn decides her paperwork can wait and ,although she'd feel bad for interrupting Larissa doing her own paperwork, it wouldn't stop her from rushing over and hugging the other.

They'd probably hug for so long that Larissa lets Marilyn sit down on her lap just so she can hold her closer, professional relationship be damned.

The stress of the night and the relief of seeing each other would probably make them confess their feelings to each other.

It feels like forever passes before they let go of each other, going to their respective bedrooms, and calling it a night (well after Larissa finishes her paperwork. She ain't letting that go unfinished).

The next day whenever the both of them has a chance, they talk about the night before to figure out if they both meant what they said. If they in Larissa's office, which they probably are, they share a cautious kiss, not actually kissing until they're sure the other is okay with/ wants it.

Larissa does have to work through her own feelings of being in love with a normie, and Marilyn with an outcast, but they work through them both on their own and together.

General Relationship Things

Y'know that picture of one woman straddling the other while doing her makeup? Larissa is on the bottom and Marilyn is straddling her.

Lots of romantic stuff behind closed doors in order to keep a professional appearance on the outside...although they smile more at each other than in other teachers.

They do each other's hair. I'm right and I know it.

Sitting in each other's offices while one does paperwork and such, and the other grades homework.

Matching. Pajamas. Idk why or how but that thought just fit them.

Dates out in Jericho disguised as work meetings with a different atmosphere.

Late night walks together, and definitely some kisses as long as no students are around.

Promise. Rings.

They definitely have those magnetic necklaces that connect with each other to form a heart. I considered bracelets but it'd be much easier to hide a necklace with their outfits.

Larissa listening to Marilyn ramble and infodump about plants.

Marilyn listening to Larissa talk about various famous outcasts throughout history.

They know each other's Weathervane orders in case only one of them has the time to go out to it.

Extra Thoughts

Now there's definitely an area of conflict here, and it's the fact that Marilyn Thornhill is Laurel Gates, an outcast hating bigot. If we roll with that thought, and her plans for Nevermore with Tyler Galpin/the Hyde and Joseph Crackstone, who's to say she wouldn't be prepared to betray her own feelings for the beliefs she was raised with? That she wouldn't stab Larissa anyway and push down the guilt, crying before going to target Wednesday and the rest of the kids at the academy?

She could also decide not to go through with her plans after all, after a lot thinking, but still kill Noble Walker as he was about to uncover her secrets anyway. Sure the prophecy can't happen is Wednesday isn't there, but it also can't happen if Marilyn decides that she doesn't want to do it. Tyler wouldn't be able to force her to do anything either as he's under her control.

I don't think she'd come clean to Larissa about anything either, choosing to keep everything in the dark. It'd be easier that way.

Although let's say Laurel Gates is someone that Marilyn is working with instead. Under this idea Tyler could be a Nevermore student (if Hyde's aren't banned, obviously) and Marilyn unlocked him for his own safety, and she could've simply been manipulated into helping with the plan. Marilyn subtly outs her for this, leaving evidence where Wednesday can obviously find it and put things together.

Would all that information coming to light hurt Marilyn's relationship with Larissa? Without a doubt, however, since Marilyn was manipulated into things I can see them going to therapy about it separately and together until they've moved past it. Larissa would also pull some strings so Tyler is expelled for murdering people, as a favor to Marilyn and for Tyler's late mother, regardless of whether or not she knew her personally.

I wrote this all in one go. No editing.

Thanks for ask anon!

#larissa weems #marilyn thornhill #larissa weems x marilyn thornhill #larissa x marilyn #ask and you shall be answered

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illunisdimitrivee · 1 year

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hiii

I just wanted to request any drawing of larissa weems x marilyn thornhill pls

(only if u want to ofc)

Marilyn gay panicking because Larissa.

#wednesday #marilyn thornhill #larissa weems #larissa x marilyn #larissa weems x laurel gates #digital drawing #digital artist #lesbian #middle aged women

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dianneking · 1 year

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The Disease (Larissa/Laurel)

The product of my Sunday evening Angst writing addiction, presented to you with only minimal editing and proof-reading. Written (belatedly) for day 5 of May Trope Mayhem 2023 by @duckprintspress, with the prompt: Hanahaki. Crossposted on AO3 (link here and in the title below).

Tags: Angst, Hanahaki, Not Actually Unrequited love, Angst with a Happy Ending, Spoilers for Season 1 Finale of Wednesday (2022), Fear of Death, Disease Diagnosis, No Lesbians Die, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Marilyn is Laurel but Laurel is Good, Feelings!, Alcohol consumption.

Fandom: Wednesday (2022) Pairing: Larissa Weems /Laurel Gates | Marilyn Thornhill Wordcount: 1774

The Disease (Marilyn|Laurel x Larissa)

The first time it happens, Laurel thinks it’s a cruel prank from one of her students. Teenagers are cruel, she thinks, and outcasts teenagers can be even more creative in their cruelty (little freaks she used to call her in the privacy of her mind, but recently she hasn’t been able to do so without picturing how sad Larissa’s face would be if she’d be able to hear that). And she’s sure it’s a funny prank in their eyes: the botany professor coughing up lungfuls of petals? How poetic.

But no matter how much she tries, she cannot get her students to confess who had it been, and she’s too ashamed of being the victim of a prank and unable to discover the culprit to go complain to Principal Weems (she wouldn’t mind the excuse to spend more time in her study, but she feels pathetic to go and complain like a little girl). She tries to forget the shame and when Larissa’s warm eyes meet hers that evening over both of their glasses of wine, she can passably lie and state that her day had been ‘alright’.

Except it happens a second time, and this time it is only her and Larissa when it happens, interrupting what had been an intense moment, when, made bolder by the alcohol in her veins, their faces had been getting closer to each other, as if pulled by an invincible magnetic force. Laurel had seen her own desire mirrored in her principal’s eyes, and she had seen how the taller woman’s tongue had come out to wet her lips in anticipation…but when their mouths were but a breath apart, she felt the tell-tale pressure behind her breastbone and she has to turn away, her hands clutching spasmodically at her mouth, trying to hide the colorful petals from sight.

She is unsuccessful, and Larissa’s horrified face is all she needs to see before running away from it all: the almost-kiss (her father and her brother and her mother are all screaming at her from their tombs, asking her why hasn’t she started on her plan yet, why wasn’t she extracting revenge on those monsters who had ruined her family), her boss who she most definitely shouldn’t be falling for, and the embarrassment of those petals still coming out of her airways. Or trying to run away from it.

She does a decent job of hiding in her conservatory over the next few days, thankfully helped by the weekend, but the cough attacks come about in increasingly frequent bouts, and on Monday she has no choice but to visit the nurse office.

She sees the pity on the nurse’s face before hearing it in their voice. I’m sorry, they say, you seem to be suffering from Hanahaki disease. The name doesn’t tell her much, but the tone is not that of good news. Laurel wonders if she’ll die of it before avenging her family, and the thought gives her more comfort than it should have (it’s not just Larissa - a part of her is starting to come to love her girls in Ophelia Hall, and the way her students’ eyes sparkle when she shows them particularly deadly plants - and she now realizes that no matter her prognosis, the plan for revenge has already died before she does).

She pretends to know what the nurse is talking about and looks up the disease on internet as soon as she gets to her classroom. She had to sit down to process the news. The words stare at her unrelentingly from the screen.

When afflicted by Hanahaki disease, the patient is subjected to cough attacks with production of copious amounts of flower petals, if and only if the patient is concomitantly affected by one-sided affection towards another person. The natural cure for the disease is for the recipient of such affection to return the feeling, or through surgical intervention. The inevitable side effect of the surgical procedure is the assured loss of the feelings the patient had. If left untreated, Hanahaki disease leads to certain death within the timespan of a few weeks.

A few weeks. That was all she had. The next few days go by in a haze, as her brain processes the information. Even if her insurance paid for the surgery, she wasn’t sure she wanted to go back to how her life was before falling for Larissa (she had been plotting to slaughter a school full of children for something that happened way before most of them were born, that was not a good place to be in mentally).

She wonders if she should tell Larissa. But that would serve no purpose, other than let the other woman feel guilty of her inevitable demise. And Laurel thinks she knows Larissa enough to know that she would feel guilty. She would add Laurel’s condition to the ever-growing burden on her shoulders, and possibly try to take on the costs for her surgery as well. No, she wouldn’t tell Larissa.

“Marilyn, we need to talk.”

When she hears that name falling from the other’s lips she knows that there is another secret that she doesn’t want to take to the grave with her. She doesn’t want to die as a lie. So when she meets up with her principal that night, she asks her to listen first, and Larissa looks at her with a stony expression as she retells the story of the Gates family and of how little Laurel had come back to her hometown to extract revenge but ended up finding a new, happier family in Nevermore, among the outcasts.

When she finishes her story, Larissa takes a sip of wine, and Laurel wishes she was able to go back to when those blue eyes looked at her with warmth and desire, instead of being unreadable as they are now. Guarded.

“Why are you telling me this, after all this time?”

And Laurel apparently is uncapable to lie to her anymore, because the truth falls from her lips in all of its ugliness, as she looks away from the unspoken accusations she thinks she can see in the icy depths that she so loves (She loves her so much, her chest constricts even when she’s not coughing up petals).

“Because I’m dying.”

In the stunned silence that follows, her lungs seize up once more and she (once again, it was starting to become a habit) runs away from the principal’s office. She doesn’t want to see the pity mix with distrust. She wants to remember the way Larissa looked at her when she was just Marilyn, and she wasn’t dying (at least, not quicker than any other person).

But she lives in a school, and the location of her quarters is not only well known to students and staff, but also clearly marked in case anyone forgot (Larissa never forgets anything about Nevermore, she’s sure of that) so her escape was always doomed to be a short-lived one. That night, Larissa enters through the door without knocking, her normally pristine appearance disheveled, with creases in her clothing, and flyaway hair sticking up in all directions (her makeup looks smudged as well, almost as if she had cried, but that’s impossible, so Laurel explains it as a trick of the light). Laurel drinks in her appearance from where she’s sitting at her own tiny desk overflowing with botany books (God, she’s beautiful even when she’s agitated).

“Who is it?” Larissa asks, her voice commanding as if she was herding her students during a school trip.

“Who?” Laurel asks, even if her gut already knows, and it feels like it’s been filled with ice and dread.

“You have Hanahaki, right? Who is it that you have feelings for?” She looks even more agitated, making her way towards Laurel, then apparently thinking better of it and settling for pacing the length of her tiny office (with her long legs, it takes her barely a couple of strides in either direction, but that doesn’t seem to stop her).

The ice had turned to lead in Laurel’s insides, and she can only whisper: “Please don’t ask me that.” The answer seems to physically hit Larissa, because she recoils and stops dead in her motion, before once again crossing the room, and falling to her knees besides Laurel’s chair. Laurel can only watch her, feeling as if her eyes are bulging out of her skull in surprise (What is the meaning of this?).

But then Larissa’s eyes are looking up at her, pleading, (she’s definitely been crying, there’s no denying it from this up close) and she begs her: “Please, at least let me take you to the nearest specialist. I can pay for the surgery. Please don’t just give up.” And there are tears in Laurel’s eyes too because she cannot explain to her, because Larissa is a good person who feels bad for her friend and she wouldn’t be able to understand. So she just shakes her head, no, she wouldn’t go to the surgeon. (She’d never give up her love).

She’s surprised when Larissa grabs her shoulders and shouts (Larissa Weems is not a woman who shouts when she’s angry – she only shouts when she is scared and overwhelmed). “BUT YOU CANNOT JUST DIE!” and Laurel brings her hands tenderly to Larissa’s face and tries to wipe away her tears, and tries to put on a brave face, and tell her boss that everybody has to die sooner or later and that is a fact of life (she doesn’t tell her how scary the thought of dying is).

And then Larissa is not only crying, but she’s shaking with sobs, and her voice is small and soft and broken when she tries to argue against that. “But you cannot just die, because, because…” And then, smaller, softer, and even more broken “…because I love you.”

And just like that, the oppression that was getting heavier and heavier against Laurel’s breastbone suddenly lifts, and she is cured of her ailment. And she feels lighter and more alive and happier than she’s ever felt is her life up until now because she’s not dying, after all (at least, not quicker than any other person), she’s not going to cough up petals anymore, and, most importantly, her feelings are returned.

Her lips find those of Larissa, and taste the saltiness of her tears on them, lightly, tenderly, before pulling back slightly and murmuring, still unable to fully believe it:

“It’s you. It’s always been you.”

And then their lips meet again and this time it is passionate, overpowering, and filled with requited love.

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tiff0vero · 11 months

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I just finished watching Wednesday. And I'm not okay

Just impression

LITERALLY ALL THE CHARACTERS WHICH I CONSIDERED THE MOST ADEQUATE AND I LOVE TURNED OUT CRAZY. WHY ARE YOU DO THIS WITH ME

I seriously really liked that plant teacher (It takes me a long time to remember the name ) .. I like people like her AND SHE LITERALLY turned out to be the MAIN BITCH

Aaaaaand i in love with Bianca.. and i kin Wednesday too much

And I again ran into a bunch of rare and multi ships

yeah, as usual

And the series reminded me of this meme

in the middle, the whole cringe seems to be moving away, and the last episode for me is generally a masterpiece

Like. Seriously, the characters, locations, and backstories of the Addams had SO POTENTIAL. And the terrible presentation ruined everything. All events are moving very quickly, and I can’t even believe that Enid and Wednesday managed to make friends in such a short time. Each episode, although stuffed with an investigation, loads not the viewer, but the characters themselves. Literally every grove, when the Sheriff wanted to take a break from other cases, Wednesday interfered with him.

Characters n ships

Usually such characters really pull me to puke, but I really liked Eugene. He's just a silly

Enid, Wednesday, Bianca

My little uuuhhhmmmmmnglvdvlvl I LOVE THEM

AS SHIP AS CHARACTERS THEYRE SOOOO

Oh and i actually like Enid's original love story with Gargona. they are funny

director Weems, Laurel and Therapist are my older meow meows!!

i started shipping laurel and the director at the beginning aaaaaand.. i still ship them. It's not hard for me to just come up with an AU where Laurel isn't fucked up.

And Weems and Morticia look cute too.. And Bianca and Laurel..

Love line

Disgasting. With Tyler. with Xavier.

"Ewu emotions, I don't need friends-- omg random guys!! I wand kess uoyy♡♡♡"

🤕🤕🤕

Outcome: Bianca is my wife

I'm really looking forward to the continuation

#wednesday #wednsday addams #morticia addams #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #laurel gates #larissa weems #pinkgothbee #gothbee #wenclair #larissa x marilyn #larissa x morticia #bianca x wednesday #bianca x enid #tiffik

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writerswho · 1 year

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Larissa nurses the sleeping woman in her bed. Her little body is curled into a ball, her face swollen from crying. She wants to hold her in her arms and protect her from the rest of the world, to promise her that everything will be all right and that nothing and no one will ever hurt her again.

But she can't do any of that, so with a tightness in her chest, she settles for gently stroking her fingers over the woman's soft skin, working her way up her exposed arms until she reaches the redhead's relaxed face. She takes the opportunity to remove a lock of hair from her face.

She feels a lump in her throat, a heaviness in her stomach, and discomfort in her eyes. Larissa uses every ounce of strength she has not to scream, not to cry, but the way the other woman's petite figure seems even smaller and more fragile huddled in the centre of her large bed makes it difficult.

Silently, Larissa Weems wishes she could go back to before, to when she was ignorant, to a time when she did not know the creature sleeping before her eyes. She wishes she could go back to the days far away when she had not lost her heart to Laurel Gates.

#netflix wednesday #wednesday netflix #larissa weems #wip #marilyn thornhill #larissa x marilyn #larissa x laurel #laurel gates

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imshockedatmybehavior · 1 year

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Larissa Weems Character Study✨

angsty, mostly canon, and inspired by the song “Cool About It.” If you haven’t listened to it yet, pleeaaaseee do and then read the fic.

Warnings: mentions of mental illness/recovery from trauma, medication, and hospitalization

First time sharing writing on here so any positive comments are appreciated :)

Even Though We Know It Isn’t True

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Morticia scans her dark eyes across the wooden walnut counter and through reflections of multicolor Christmas lights (the establishment’s only effort at decor) as they glimmer in bottles of beer. If it weren’t for the flash of silvery white hair that caught her eye, she wouldn’t believe that she’d even find Larissa in a place like this. But there the woman waits, still the most elegant thing in any room despite how her demeanor isn’t steadfast and regal the way it used to be, despite the fact that her nails pick at the waxy lacquer that coats the bar top.

“Larissa, mon coeur, there you are,” Morticia greets her warmly, and though she’s been expecting her, Larissa jumps at the sudden company.

Morticia furrows her brow. Her Larissa never used to startle easily.

She slides into the seat beside Larissa and resolves not to ask how Larissa’s recovery is going. Instead, she volleys questions about this year’s freshman class and recounts memories from their own school days. As people pass, Morticia lobs commentary on their choices of dress. Anything. Anything to comfort her former roommate, her former friend, her former rival, her former everything.

Despite her best efforts, Morticia can see how Larissa’s smile never reaches her eyes. She watches how Larissa‘s hand repeatedly snakes up to touch at her own neck, feeling for a scar that isn’t physically there.

She wonders why, despite everything, Larissa doesn’t blame Wednesday. Why she allowed the girl to return to Nevermore. Why she would invite Morticia, of all people, to sit with her in a hole-in-the-wall dive on the outskirts of Jericho.

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Laurel had written the words hundreds of times, drafted letters that she never sent and scribbled in her journals at the request of her team of therapists.

“We can untangle this complicated guilt if we face it,” her care team had promised her, as if untangling it could make it go away. “You know that your illness is a complex one, that delusions prompted your actions, that you needed treatment. But now that you have it, you can have a whole life, Laurel.”

She had written the words hundreds of times, but nothing could prepare her for Larissa, pristine as ever, waiting for her that morning during visiting hours. For a moment, she was sure her hallucinations had returned and nearly bolted for her psychiatrist’s office. But no, no, only Larissa Weems could bring the glow of moonlight into the dim walls of the hospital. Only Larissa Weems could wave softly at her as if they were meeting for the first time.

Laurel bursts into a stream of explanation and apology, trying to recall the words of her therapists. She extracts every bit of remorse from her body. Running out of words, she stops short. She feels her hands go clammy. She thinks she’s going to faint.

“I forgive you, Laurel.”

What?

“I forgive you.”

Larissa’s muscles were rigid, but when Laurel looks into her eyes… She had expected the icy surface of a lake in winter, but instead the barrier had cracked, melting into luscious, gentle ripples of warm water. Laurel sunk into the waves and let herself bathe in forgiveness. You can have a whole life, Laurel.

She wasn’t sure she deserved a whole life. But if she had one anyway, well, she’d try to spend it apologizing to Larissa Weems.

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Larissa fixates on Laurel’s neck as the other woman pauses her footsteps to wash down her pill with a sip of hot chocolate. Larissa knows the exact dosage, the taste of the bitter coating. She knows from a night of desperation.

She remembers the single, innocent pill that she had slipped into her bag. How it had kept her awake through the night with an ache in her chest that crept up into her throat. Larissa had paced her office, keeled over her desk, polished her jewelry, wondered if her brain was commanding her body to torment her. Only one other time had she experienced such agony.

“Do you ever miss Marilyn?”

Larissa is caught off guard, and for once it shows. Still, she doesn’t let herself drop her eyes away from Laurel’s, doesn’t let her hand fly up to her neck. A thought from behind her facade breaks through first.

“Do you miss her, Laurel?”

“No,” comes the reply, too quickly.

Larissa nods.

“Well, I… am simply glad to see your recovery.”

Larissa wonders what they look like to people walking by. An odd pairing, they must be: the tall, pristine blonde with her hair perfectly pinned and the small, contemplative redhead with her hair still drying from a shower, both sipping hot chocolate from paper cups. The fool and the liar, both whittled down to the bone. The shapeshifter with the steadfast morals and the human with an ever-changing mind, each convincing herself she showed up for the benefit of the other.

Perhaps that made them alike, after all.

#larissa weems #marilyn thornhill #morticia addams #larissa x morticia #larissa x marilyn #larissa x reader #Larissa is an emotional lesbian #Larissa weems lives #larissa weems x morticia addams #wednesday #cool about it #gwendoline christie #Spotify

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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sub!larissa being jealous of reader getting attention from other teachers ;)

Heyyyyyyy anon! Thanks for the request, I took this and added some Marilyn Thornhill… 😏🏳️‍🌈🤭 Also, Marilyn’s just Marylin, no secret identity or agenda or anything like that.

Jealous, Are We? ~Sub!Larissa Weems xMarilyn Thornhill xFem Reader

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, fingering, eating out, thigh riding, orgasm denial, praise kink, degrading kink, mistress kink, mommy kink, implied threesome, Voyeurism kink, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

You had never had the chance to talk to the new Nevermore teacher, Marilyn Thornhill, until recently at the Poe cup. She had introduced herself to you in her kind and small manner. You two chatted a bit while the contestants where in the race. You walked up to the school together, finishing your conversation before splitting ways.

From the side of your eye, you caught Larissa with a stern scowl staring in your direction. You chuckled to yourself. Larissa was so easy to rile up… You hadn’t even tried to, and you were making Larissa jealous. You sent her an innocent, loving smirk back.

Over the next week, Marilyn had been at your heel trying to get your attention. And you fed into it whenever you could sense Larissa’s presence. You could feel Larissa growing more and more jealous and sexually frustrated. Plus it didn’t help that you purposefully flirted with Coach Vlad in front of her a couple of times…

So when Friday rolled around, you weren’t surprised when you got called into her office.

“Hello, my dear…” you hummed, walking in and closing her office door behind you,

“Marylin, has invited us out for drinks and I was thinking to go! Would you care to join us?” You mock-innocently asked, batting your eyelashes at your partner.

“You will be doing no such thing.”

She was practically seething.

Fuck, did it turn you on…

“And why is that?” You quirked your eyebrow at Larissa, still playing dumb.

Larissa looked up and met your eyes for the first time since you had entered, And you saw nothing but a cloud of jealous, rage-filled lust…

Oh, this was going to be fun…

“Because I should have you bent over my lap and screaming my name for whoring yourself out to all the staff.” She jeered.

She was pulling out all the stops tonight…

But you weren’t one to back down.

“Oh my… Is someone jealous…?” You teased.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. You’re the one who’s been acting like a slut all week.” Larissa spat, now standing and towering above you.

You chuckled at her stunt, making Larissa’s confidence falter.

“Don’t try me, Larissa…” you warned.

“Or what…?” She cocked her eyebrow, leaning down, mere inches from your face.

“I’ll remind you just exactly who you belong to…” you wickedly purred, while grazing over her covered nipple, making Larissa shudder.

Larissa growled and captured your lips. She tried to dominate, but your tongue out matched hers. You used the distraction as a way to pin her to the wall. You then parted from the kiss. Your eyes met Larissa still very apparent jealous and needy ones.

“Strip.” You commanded.

Larissa’s breath hitched.

It always made her knees weak when you commanded her around…

She whimpered in response and did as she was told.

“Words, bitch.” You snarled.

You heard Larissa audibly gulp at your ferocity…

She quickly understood that you had played her into this…

“Yes mistress…”

You hummed in delight. Leaning back on the fireplace chair, you watched Larissa strip, as you undid the buttons of your trousers. Larissa stood in front of you awaiting your next words, as you threw your trousers aside and spread your legs across the chair.

“Make it up to your mistress for being such a brat and make her feel good, hmmm…?” You purred.

Larissa bit her lip and nodded eagerly, kneeling at your legs and removing your knickers.

“So you can be a good girl…” you hummed, as Larissa licked a stripe through your folds.

She quickly attached to your heat, lapping up your wetness and driving you closer to your climax.

“Fuck, such a sweet slut…” you moaned out as Larissa continued her assault on your cunt.

You poured out strings of twisted praise for the tall, blonde, and before soon, you were on the edge.

“Oh God, make your mistress cum like a good girl…!!” You cried out, your hand scrunched in her platinum hair and pushed her deeper into your aching pussy.

Larissa moaned at the tight hold you had on her, which was sent straight to your core. Your legs tightened around Larissa and your head rolled back as you came. Larissa cleaned you up with her tongue, before looking up at you like a desperate puppy.

“Not jealous, my ass…” you panted, smirking at the woman in front of you, face covered in your cum.

At that, Larissa gave you a little pout.

You chuckled, “Come up on my lap, baby…”

Larissa followed and you led her to straddle your thigh.

“You wanted my attention? Ride your mistresses thigh for me…” you purred, sprinkling kisses and markings over her curved figure.

Larissa’s heated sex met your thigh and she audibly gasped.

“Fuck, yes mistress…” she groaned.

She began to rock against your thigh, little groans and whimpers escaping her lips. You took the opportunity to undo her hair and whisper your dirty words into her ear…

“Next time you want your mistress’ attention, just ask… I’ll rail you right into tomorrow with that pretty begging of yours…”

“I love seeing you all worked up over me…. Me having to remind who owns you…”

“Does my sweet slut wanna cum? Well too bad… Shouldn’t have been a brat…”

At your last utterance, Larissa had been rutting into your thigh at the tip of her climax, when you had pulled her off.

“What the fuck..??” Larissa exclaimed, panting heavily.

She wasn’t used to people telling her no…

You darkly chuckled, “Don’t make me spank you. Brats get punished not rewarded.”

At that Larissa fell timid and subservient again, “Mm Sorry Mistress…”

You hooked her chin and moved her gaze up to meet yours.

“Now tell me the truth, When you see me with other teachers, do you get jealous?” You purred.

“Yes mistress.” Larissa whispered.

“And what does it make you want me to do to you, hmmmm? What naughty thoughts come to your slutty mind…?” You continued, snaking a finger down and grazing it on Larissa’s thigh.

“I…I want you to…” Larissa faltered as your finger slipped inside her cunt, “want you to show them that you own me and me only…” she moaned, as you began pumping and curling your finger inside her throbbing cunt.

Her hands were quick to land on your shoulders as a way to stabilize herself.

“Oh yea? Tell me more… Who do you want to show?” You purred, your own breath hitching at the idea of Larissa being an unfound voyeur.

“I… Fuck…!!” Larissa’s coherence was starting to slip, as you slipped a second finger into her aching heat, “That bitch…!”

“What bitch?” You teased, “Oh, do you mean Marilyn?”

You curled your fingers in perfect sync with your words, hitting her g spot and causing Larissa to cry out in pleasure, “YES God yes don’t stop please don’t stop…!!”

You chuckled yet again, “Does the idea of Marilyn watching what your mistress does to you turn you on…?” You taunted.

Larissa bit her lip and cried out again, as a third and final finger was added to her cunt, “Yes!! Yes!!” she cried while nodding her head vigorously, “Mmm gonna cum please please…!!”

“Hmmm, have you been a good girl?” you asked, bringing Larissa right to the edge again.

“Yes god yes please!!” She cried.

She was teetering on the edge, bucking her hips to meet your curls, when you pulled out. Larissa looked at you with desperation and shock.

“You haven’t been a good girl… but then again, neither has your mistress…” you purred into her ear, sending chills down her spine.

“We’ll start again tomorrow… And if your good… then I’ll let you cum.” You purred, taking her off your lap.

Larissa sat on the floor, naked and in shock.

“Well maybe I’ll just go to Marilyn then.”

You turned around on your heel in utter astonishment.

“Oh really?”

“Yea, maybe I’ll make you jealous…” Larissa continued, standing up and wiggling her eyebrows.

You raised your eyebrow at her and backed her up against the wall, easily sliding a finger back into her cunt and pumping in and out of her again.

“What was that, slut?” You taunted, curling your finger expertly, making Larissa’s legs tremble to stay up.

“I… nothing sorry mistress…” she stuttered.

“No no, I believe you said you’d go to Marilyn?” You taunted, adding your second finger yet again.

Tears were threading to spill over Larissa eyes at the sensitivity of her cunt and how you kept hitting that sweet sponges spit inside her.

“No no mistress please I’ll be good…!”

You pulled out your phone and clicked a few buttons.

“No no, let’s see what Marilyn has to say about this. I’m sure she’d love to weigh in…”

Larissa’s eyes widened as she heard your phone ringing.

“Color, Ris’?” You asked, making sure to double check that everything was still ok.

“Good God Green, please don’t stop…!” She cried out, your fingers still pumping and curling inside her.

And that’s when the call linked.

“Y/N? Do you still want to go out for drinks?” Marilyn spoke through the phone.

The idea of drinks coming back boiled Larissa’s blood, she wanted to scream…But she couldn’t risk it, and instead clasped her mouth shut with her hand as you began scissoring your fingers inside her.

“Hey Mar’, No sorry I don’t think drinks will work out…” you said with fake disappointment, “But actually Larissa had a better idea! Larissa?”

You looked at her with a wicked twinkle in your eye.

“Yea, whats up, Larissa?” Marilyn innocently asked through the call.

Larissa had to pry her hand away from her mouth, afraid she’d start screaming at the amount of times you’d edged her on in these last five minutes.

“I…” she panted, trying desperately to compose herself, “How about you join us for… OhHh God… in my office?”

You had latched your lips onto her clit as she spoke, causing Larissa’s hand to grab ahold of your head and push it deeper into her cunt.

“Sure!” Marilyn said, “Be right there!” Before hanging up.

At that, you added a third finger and sped up your pumping into Larissa’s cunt.

Larissa was godly close and she wasn’t shy about saying it…

“Fuck mistress please!! Mmm gonna cum please let me cum…!!” She cried out.

“Cum sweet girl, cum for your mistress…”

Right on time, Larissa was screaming your name and muffling it with her hand as Marilyn walked into the office. You pumped your fingers a few more times to help her down from her high.

“Oh my…” Marilyn gasped, her pupils blowing up at the sight in front of her.

“Oh Marilyn, Just in time! Larissa thought you’d be able to help me, isn’t that right sweet girl?” You purred, your voice laced with lust.

“Yes Mistress…” Larissa whimpered.

Marilyns eyes twinkled with intent, her eyes coming over to yours to check with you before going back over to Larissa’s.

“Call me mommy.” Marilyn purred, racking her eyes over Larissa’s figure.

“Yes mistress and mommy…” Larissa shuddered.

“Oh darling girl… your mistress and mommy are gonna make you feel so good tonight…” Marilyn purred, walking up to the both of you.

“So good you won’t be able to walk or even remember your own name…”

“Would you like that my sweet slut?” You taunted, matching Marilyns stride and front to Larissa.

“Yes please, mistress and mommy…” Larissa moaned in delight and anticipation.

Part 2…? 😏

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