#I also want to draw Larissa-

[fadingdaggerr]

Hey, I have just read heaven’s gate ( Larissa weems x reader ) and absolutely loved it! Is there any chance for a part two? Thank you x

pearlescent (18+ minors, dni)

pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader

summary: part two of heaven’s gate | 4.5k

includes: lesbians too in love for their own good, fluff

warnings: kissing/making out, sexual innuendo, afab reader (no breasts described for r), smut (fingering (L/r), oral (L), thigh riding (L)) can u tell i like eating pussy

note: first non-melissa post in over a year to bring me back from hiatus. thank u for ur patience. i feel like those wattpad writers that are like “just got out of a coma here’s a fic”

The smooth paving of the highway becomes bumpy and uneven as you pass the final gas station between here and your destination. Every pothole the car jumps over is like a shot of espresso through your aching joints. After the last stop, you promised yourself to drive straight through. Another stop would mean another chance to acknowledge the numbing of your ass after five hours in the car, and with one hour left, you’re not risking it. You really weren’t kidding when you said that teleportation would be much more useful.

Cell service is quickly obsolete as you continue through the woods, scanning the road for any squirrels that may decide that today was the day. Drumming against the steering wheel, you let your mind wander. Maybe coming without telling her is a bad idea, but it also has the potential not to be. She had begged you to drive to her just two days after she left, and you would have, if only your client hadn’t walked in the door. Dueling busy schedules made two months pass like molasses, longing to drop everything and hitchhike if you had to. Would the lack of alerting her put her off? Gods, you hope not.

A sudden shift of turbulent driving to a slight jostle of cobblestone removes you from the swirling doubt in your mind, peeking towards the sign you’re approaching. Green and rusting, white lettering reads: Welcome to Jericho! The Salem of Vermont. You find yourself glad someone took the time to graffiti over the last bit.

Ignoring the anxiety climbing your spine, you keep going, and going, and going, and going, until you finally break through the treeline. Out of nowhere sits the cutest town you think you’ve ever seen, with little brick shops with murals and a gazebo with the remains of New Year’s decor still hanging on. It makes sense why people would want to come here, why she would choose to stay.

In an attempt to not draw more attention than an outsider already gets, let alone an outcast one, you don’t linger on viewing the quaint town of Jericho. There’s better views awaiting you later, at the very castle-like building you can see on the high hill. Looming in a shadow, one that doesn’t extend over the rest of the town, sits Nevermore in all its glory. The corners of your lips turn up into a small smile, the view is nostalgic, bringing back the memories of your time at Byron’s.

The memory brings a reminder to the forefront of your mind, and with cell service restored, now is the best time. Carefully, and without taking your eyes off the road, you navigate to your favorite contacts.

“Hello, my angel!”

You chuckle, “it’s just me.”

“Fuck, nevermind then,” Parker grumbles, “so you’re not there yet?”

“I’m pulling up in a second, just wanted to let you know now before I can’t.”

A characteristic cackle comes from the other end, “gonna jump her bones immediately, I see, I see. Can’t say I blame you, she makes me question things about myself.”

“This is exactly why I called you before getting here,” you chuckle, pulling through the front gates, “but I gotta go now.”

“Yes, yes, go get slutted out, harlot. Just please call me sometime, so I can talk with the love of our lives,” Parker begs.

“I’m telling Max you said that,” you deadpan, hanging up just as you hear a rushed wait!

—☽—

For a town so small minded, from what you’ve been told, you’re more than surprised to find that you are able to walk into Nevermore unnoticed. Some students stand around, talking amongst themselves, but none seem to pay you any mind, likely thinking you’re just another teacher. Using the anonymity to your advantage, you slow your pace, listening in carefully. A gorgon walks by you, the only student at this time that seems to be carrying any school supplies.

You mentally scold yourself for stereotyping her studious behavior before you focus in on her mind. Your consciousness runs through hers, searching through test anxieties and hockey tryout concerns, until you find what you need. The literature wing, I could’ve guessed that. Coming back into your own mind, you’re already speeding up the stairs before your pupils return to their normal size.

Passing another student two stories up, you pray the siren knows which office you need, yet they don’t. Neither do the werewolves or the seer. Do you guys even go to classes? You’re about to give up on the full surprise, headache seeping in from all the mindreading of anxious teenagers. Just before you exit the hallway entirely, you actually look up from your feet, and you mentally smack yourself upside the head for not just reading the plaques on the doors.

With a renewed pep in your step, you keep just shy of running as you read every door. Finally, you reach a door that has a newer plaque compared to neighboring ones, serif font unscathed by age. Professor L. Weems, Department of Literature. Your heart skips a beat at the mere sight of her name. Noticing the door being cracked open, you push it open slightly more, hoping your search ends here.

Hunched over an antique desk, red-framed glasses perched on her nose with a pen spinning between her fingers, she doesn’t seem to notice the attention on her. It’s hard to pry yourself away from watching her, when holding her is seemingly moments away. Pushing the door the rest of the way open, you knock on the doorway with shaking knuckles.

A huff passes scarlet lips as Larissa peers up, a brief, disinterested gaze passing over her features. The pen in her hand stills, falling to the desk with a small clatter. Blue eyes widen as she stares unwaveringly at you. Fidgeting under her gaze, you smile nervously, “was- uh- was looking for professor Weems? Know her, by any chance?”

In no less than a blink, Larissa is rounding her desk at top speeds, crashing into your body as her arms wrap around your neck. Nearly falling into the hall, you just barely keep the two of you up, leaning into her to walk her backwards. One hand grips her waist as the other blindly reaches for the door to shut it, quickly coming back to bury into her hair. Your face tucks into her neck, brushing your nose against her skin, breathing her in.

“You’re here,” Larissa says quietly, disbelieving.

“I’m here,” you mumble against her warm skin, “couldn’t wait any longer.”

A sigh of relief passes plush lips, “and you didn’t think to tell me?”

“Surprise, it’s a noun,” you joke, pressing a soft kiss to the expanse of her neck, relishing in the way she shudders at the contact. There’s no reply except for her arms tightening around you, wordlessly telling you that this surprise is one she likes.

Pulling back from you suddenly, Larissa just stares at you, blue eyes taking in every feature, lingering on your lips before flicking back to your eyes. Your hand moves from her waist to cup her cheek, stroking soft skin that you’d been longing to touch. She takes the invitation, leaning forward to press delicate lips against your own, slow and savoring. Your tongue traces her lips, tasting earl grey and lipstick as she lets you in. No struggle or search for dominance, simply a familiar dance you’d both dearly missed. The hand in her hair stays in place, keeping her close as the other traces her cheekbone and jaw, memorizing the feeling of her skin. Every piece of you missed her, and all of those pieces felt healed the moment her lips touched yours.

Pulling away slowly, both of you keep your eyes closed, simply existing in this moment. It takes a while for either of you to move away, but you feel giddy seeing Larissa’s pink cheeks and smudged lipstick. Your thumb drifts to her lips, wiping away the mess you’ve made, ignoring that you are likely equally covered. Soft lips press into the pad of your thumb, gentle and sweet.

“I cannot believe you’re here,” she whispers into the small space between you, “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you,” you reply at the same volume.

It takes two hours for the halls of Nevermore to empty, students retreating to their rooms or to the quad, finally allowing a chance for the two of you to leave Larissa’s office. Silence seems to come over the school, however frightening it may be when dealing with teenagers, though neither of you mind as you simply exist in the spacious office. After weeks of phone calls that lasted most of the night, quiet amazingly comes easy.

Only a soft hum from the blonde breaks the silence, twisting her wrist to check her watch. Turning towards you slightly, she keeps a soft volume as she speaks, “how would you like a tour?”

“That sounds perfect, I only got to see the foyer and this hall,” you answer, nudging into her shoulder softly. “Was on a mission, I didn’t really get a chance to explore.”

“Sorry about that, but we’re not supposed to have visitors here,” she explains, “the campus has essentially been on lockdown since the nineties.”

You chuckle, reaching a hand out to draw her in. Her fingers slide across your palm before gripping, letting you tug her closer, “in that case, security might be too lax. I got in no problem.”

“You what?” Larissa stiffens, looking at you bewildered.

“I drove right through the gate, walked right in, no one even noticed me,” you chuckle, “just walked on up.”

Her lips purse as she tries to hide the laugh building in her chest, leaning in more, “you read a child’s mind to find me, didn’t you?”

It’s impossible to hide the wry grin on your face, “potentially.”

“Potentially,” she mimics, amused.

—☽—

Nevermore has officially put Byron’s Home to shame.

Every hallway is covered in paintings, Latin engravings littering every shelf, moon phases in different corners. It makes you wish you never set foot in that brick schoolhouse all those years ago. The conservatory alone almost made you weep; crawling vines and shining moonflowers, the feasting venus flytraps, and, your favorite, bleeding hearts. Larissa stands back and watches as your fingers ghost over petals, pressing lightly against the flytraps full belly, all with a deep fascination behind your eyes.

“I can’t believe you have this,” your voice echoes quietly in the room, “it- it’s incredible.”

Her silence throws you, immediately turning. The lost look in her eyes makes you falter, and where your typical instinct is to read, you instead step closer.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, reaching to run your fingers over her knuckles that stay clutching her shirt.

There have been many times where Larissa wished for different abilities, or no abilities at all. Right now, however, she wished for nothing more than your ability. She wished she could reach into your mind and see how you saw the world, how you see the flowers, how you see her. Seeing you now, how you watch her with more reverence than you grant what, in her mind, is a greater beauty, she knows she has a window into the limitless path your consciousness takes.

“Nothing at all. I just have one more place in mind,” she answers, hand lifting to stroke your cheek, lingering against your oddly cool skin. You nod wordlessly, letting your fingers intertwine with hers.

Hand held in Larissa’s, you let her lead you through the halls. She pauses to peak around every corner, terrified the two of you would be caught. Leading forward, more like tugging, she brings you towards a spiraling staircase. Letting her go first, she enters into a massive room, cool but comfortable, dark enough to rely on distanced golden lamps.

Floor to ceiling bookshelves line everywall, the familiar Latin etched into stone and wood alike. Ancient Greek, Cyrillic, and Tamil, first and second editions of texts you thought you’d only ever see inaccurate translations of. Sections of different outcast abilities, poetry from around the world, fables of the inception of different classes. Most have an unfortunate layer of dust over them, long ignored in interest of the clearly loved young adult section.

“You’re really trying to make me jealous,” you say breathily, “this place is incredible.”

“These are my favorite sections,” Larissa admits shyly, “I spend hours of my day here and never see another soul. It’s peaceful.”

“All by your lonesome?” There’s a slight mockery in your tone, “not alone now, are you though?”

Red lips curve into a smile as you step closer to her, fingers grazing up her side, slipping around her back to tug her closer. Hands rise to cup your face, eyes hooded as she takes you in. Pupils blown and lip between your teeth, she doesn’t want to deny herself the view nor the pleasure. Leaning into your space, her nose brushes yours, lips just barely ghosting.

You know she’s teasing, even with closed eyes, you can sense her smile. Tilting, you capture her lips, sighing at the contact. The moment your tongue brushes her bottom lip, a switch in Larissa flips, pushing you back into the shelving behind you. Sliding from your face, her hands grip your waist, clutching with an unnecessary urgency. Meeting her pace, your fingers weave into her updo, pulling hairs loose as you try to keep her closer than she physically can manage.

The muffled boom of a door on the other side of the shelf forces you to jump apart, wide eyes looking at each other like deer in headlights. Cheeks puff as you try not to laugh, Larissa immediately pulls you out of the library, forcing you into a jog as you run towards a different end of the building.

—☽—

Carefully, she guides you upstairs, praying that no other teachers or students are around to see her sneaking someone in. Both of you struggle to keep your giggling in, the juvenile nature of it all making you fluttery.

Coming up to a white door, you see another plaque reading Dormitory Parent. Unlocking the door with a strong wiggle, Larissa motions for you to walk in first, quickly shutting the door behind her and latching it. Leaning against it, she lets out a sigh.

Larissa doesn’t get a chance to move closer before your lips press against hers once more. This time, neither of you waste a second, no longer nerved up by the chance of someone walking in again. Timid brushing of lips is forgone as her tongue bullies its way into your mouth, stroking yours with a gentle dominance that has your knees weak.

Wanting hands grip at her waist as she pushes her backwards, leading you further into her quarters until you’re backed into a wall. Lips move from yours and trail down your chin to your neck, teeth passing over your pulse. A groan leaves your lips, hands scrambling to pull Larissa back to your lips, missing them greatly in the seconds they’ve been apart from yours. Feeling her smile against you makes your heart clench, needing more, anything she’s willing to give.

Pulling back from her lips only enough to speak, you ask, “bedroom?”

There’s no reply, only you being tugged from the wall and walked backwards further into the room. You’re so lost in her, her lips, her hands, her tongue, everything. The feeling of dropping onto the mattress is what brings you back in, eyes cracking open to see a lightly panting Larissa above you, lips parted and kiss-swollen. Lapis eyes flick over your face, expression similar to the one she wore when she first saw you, right on the cusp of relief and disbelief. She’s not unlike a goddess viewing her devotee.

Taking her moment of distraction as a tool for your benefit, you flip the two of you, happily taking in the new view of her beneath you. Hair of white gold splaying over the pillows, eyes wide, skin flushed, and entirely beautiful, Larissa Weems is a gift for your eyes only. The hand on her hip slides up, pushing the fabric of her dress with them as they climb. It’s a silent question, or more of a silent begging, hands impatient to feel her.

Larissa’s head rises off the pillow, lips pushing into yours, her hands going to yours to push them even higher, dress inching up more and more. As she wishes, you lift her dress, hands finding solace on plush thighs, laying your body between her legs. The familiarity of it makes you moan into her mouth, pure want running through your veins.

Hands close in on the lace covering her, lips moving to her neck for a chance to breathe, “can I take this off?”

“Yes,” she answers in a whiny tone, lifting herself off the mattress slightly.

You carefully, thought quickly, lower the zipper. Larissa strips the dress off her torso, letting your wanting hands take care of the rest. The world stops for a moment as you look down at her, skin luminescent against dark sheets, constellations of freckles dotted across her chest.

The blush crawling up her neck brings you back in, and you haphazardly shrug off your jacket and tear off your own shirt. Leaning back down, you forgo her lips to kiss down her neck, reveling in her skin beneath yours. Larissa moans softly as her hands wander down your back, around your torso, tugging at your belt, and you're quick to head her command. Greedy hands pull you back down on the bed, gripping at warm skin as your lips take purchase on her neck again.

Laying her back, you continue your path down, fingers taking her bra straps down with you. Eyes peek up to hers, silently asking permission. Larissa arches into you in response, and your lips wrap around a rosey nipple. Nails dig into your back as she moans beneath you, hips bucking against your. Satisfying her desire, you place a thigh between her legs as you continue to lavish her chest with affection.

An already soaked white thong becomes absolutely ruined as Larissa grinds steadily against your thigh, moaning huskily into open air. Continuing down, your thigh moves away as you near her heat. Fingers curling around the band of her panties, you pause, “may I?”

“Please, darling,” Larissa replies breathily, mouth hanging open as you toss the fabric across the room.

Mouthing at her thighs, you suck harder as you get closer, red marks painted across a white canvas. Reaching her slick pussy, your mouth nearly waters at the sight, descending on her immediately. Her hips rock just as quickly, trying to ride your face as your tongue swipes through her folds. Savory wetness covers your chin, nose just barely rubbing against her clit.

Tilting up, you allow your lips to wrap around her button, sucking gently. The gasps Larissa emits above you only egg you on further, hand moving from her thigh to her entrance. Your middle finger slowly pushes into her, pumping carefully before adding your index. Her walls grip your fingers snugly, trying to keep you there. Her hips never still, and you force them down with your free hand as you focus your attention on her.

Alternating between sucking and licking her clit, combined with your fingers increasing pace inside her, has Larissa’s voice growing horse, moans turning to pitchy whines. Long legs wrap around your body, holding you snugly against.

Heavy whimpers fall from her lips. “Please,” she begs, “more, baby, please.”

Denying her when she’s asking so nicely, so prettily? You could never. Your ring finger lines with the others, pressing into her quickly. The stretch makes Larissa cry out above you, heels digging deeper into your back as your tongue swirled around her sex. It takes little time for her breathing to grow hoarse, mouth hanging open as her eyes squeeze shut.

Her breath hitches and hips still, essence coating your fingers as you watch her chest rise and fall rapidly, eyes finally reopening. Slowing your fingers, you retract from her, but in no way are you done just yet. Letting go of her clit with a small pop, you drag your tongue down to languidly traverse her folds, taking in her full taste.

Probing inside her, you relish in the breathy whine that comes from her throat. Pulling back, you flatten your tongue, swiping across her cunt. Trailing up, passing her navel, the dip in her ribs, you take a quick pass over her nipple, swirling softly. Grabby hands pull at you, tugging you back to her lips. Moaning at her own taste, Larissa’s body arches into you, heat brushing over your thigh once again.

Hand trailing up from her thigh, you pull back from her lips, offering your fingers in place of your tongue. Fading red lips wrap around your digits, her own tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. You can feel your eyes glazing over as you watch her greedily taste herself, gently and unknowingly grinding on your thigh.

Letting go, Larissa takes your stupor to flip you over. Staring down with cool blue eyes with a mysterious fire. Wandering lower and lower, they trace over your own underwear, slick from pleasing her. The whimper you let out only eggs her on, rubbing you over the fabric.

“Riss…” you manage out, already breathless from her touch, “baby…”

A low hum leaves her throat, hand sliding under to make contact with you. Long fingers slide through wetness as lips attach themselves to your neck. Two fingers slide into you, slowly, her thumb makes tight, firm circles over your clit, making you keen into her. The pressure building in your core, that had been steadily growing since the library, feels so overwhelming with her all over you now.

Feeling you trying to ride her slow hand, she speeds up, taking over for you as your moans quickly become airy. Under her lips, she feels your heart beating wildly. For her. All for her.

Her scent, her taste, her hands, her tongue, all of her was all over you. Her teeth scrape against your skin as her fingers curl, making you groan. The hand not in her hair splays across her back, desperate to keep her close. Feeling the want dripping from you, her fingers speed up, almost bullying gummy walls that cling to her.

Tugging her by her hair, you bring her to your lips. Open mouth and messy, you’re barely kissing, just moaning into her mouth as she presses harder to your button, bucking into her hand. You can’t find it in yourself to feel embarrassed about how quickly she got you here, how quickly you’ve become putty beneath her.

Deciding she needs to taste her hard work sooner rather than later, her fingers just barely spread inside you, stretching you. The motion makes you erupt in a silent scream, clinging more to her as you feel the coil in your stomach begin to snap.

“C’mon darling,” she husks against your throat, “give it to me. I know you want to.”

Her words are your undoing, the sheer need in her voice and the feeling of her inside you was enough to snap the band. The whines from you turn into breathy pants, hands on Larissa still holding her close as her fingers slow. As she tries to remove them, you close your legs around her wrist, locking her in place. Her lips drag up your neck, capturing your own, sighing into your mouth as your fingers scratch gently at her scalp.

Lazy kisses last until the post-orgasm warmth leaves your body, shivering slightly at the cool air that you can finally feel tickling your skin. Legs unclamp her hand, allowing her to draw back. You nearly cum on the spot watching her suck your release off, moaning softly against her own fingers.

“Keep doing that and you’re not leaving this bed for a week,” you mumble beneath her.

She chuckles, rolling off to lay on the bed beside you, “I can’t say I’d be opposed.”

Just facing her, watching her chest rise and fall, rosy cheeks slowly returning to their normal color, you’re in awe. Freshly fucked and still perfect, Larissa Weems is a miracle. Laying on your side, you trace your fingers up and down her side, following the path of silver stretch marks and faint freckles. You push yourself forward, pressing yourself into her warm body, adoring how her arms immediately wrap around you.

“I missed you,” she whispers, as if she’s not sure you’d share her sentiment.

You press a kiss to her collarbone, “I missed you more.”

There’s a few minutes of silence before you feel Larissa chuckle beneath you. You hum in question. She squeezes you briefly, “would you like dinner?”

Another pause. You both giggle as you try to walk out of the room with a small waver in your steps.

—☽—

When your eyes open, you think it’s the sun cracking through the curtain that pulls you from the depths of slumber. A piercing ring breaks through the tiredness, bringing your attention to your phone. Your groan is met in tandem by Larissa’s, who shoves her head into her pillow further, arm tightening around your waist. Stretching in her grasp, you mentally prepare for what you know is coming. The little shit has a radar.

“No,” you say the moment you bring the phone to your ear.

“Oh sweet angel, I miss how nice you are,” Parker sing-songs, “did I wake you from your slutty slumber?”

“Yes, both of us. Dick,” you grumble, “you have zero consideration.”

“Give my real friend the phone, I’m done with you,” he says, though you know he’ll never leave you alone. Even when you eventually die.

“Baby, it’s for you,” you say as you pull the phone away from your ear. Larissa peeks one eye at you, clearly irritated. Parker, you mouth. You wish it wasn’t so endearing how quickly she perked up. Sitting up, she nods, motioning for you to put her on speaker.

“Hello, Parker,” she utters through a yawn.

“My love! How are you? Achy? Tired? In need of a better lover?”

“I’m great,” Larissa chuckles, “and yes, yes, and no, most definitely not.” Her eyes stay on you as she answers, peeking down at your lovingly annoyed expression.

The rest of the call is simply Parker talking at Larissa, rather than to her, while you shake your head at his antics. Curling back into her side, you let them talk as you watch her face. She seems at ease, a stark contrast from the stressed Larissa you’d seen when you first looked in her office. She’s less imposing, loose hair and smudged makeup, a smile playing on her lips as she listens to Parker’s plans for a surprise two month anniversary gift for Max.

In the walls of her bedroom. In bed with you. Breathing the same air. Perfection lies beside you.

note: if i could rewrite the entirety of part one i would. but i guess that shows growth in writing or whatever

feedback appreciated as always

[weemssapphic]

You Make Me Feel

Larissa Weems x f!reader

Summary: At 49 years old, Larissa Weems is the principal of Nevermore Academy - a successful career woman whose dominating energy demands respect from everyone she comes into contact with. She is also a virgin. What happens when she finally meets someone who wants to have sex (and so much more) with her?

Words: ~6.6 | ao3 link in title

Content/warnings: virgin!Larissa, internalized homophobia, hurt/comfort, nsfw (sickeningly sweet smut) - cunnilingus, vaginal fingering

A/N: after reading Hot Chocolate on ao3, I couldn't get the idea of virgin Larissa out of my brain so... here we are lmao

Larissa didn’t really know how it happened - the years had simply passed her by in a blur. She was a studious teenager, scoffing at her horny, unfocused peers. It’s not that she never had the opportunity, per se - there were boys who asked her out, who tried to ‘seduce’ her in that awkward, teenage boy way. They all disgusted her - she would wait until college, she reasoned, where she could find someone more mature.

So she left Nevermore behind for her studies. Here, the men - if they could be called such - were just as crude, just as unappealing. The thought of being touched by any one of them filled her with disgust. 

It wasn’t until her senior year of college, when she found herself smitten with one of her female professors, that she entertained the thought of being anything other than straight. It was a thought that had only crossed her mind once before, when she’d accidentally caught her roommate at Nevermore, Morticia Frump, getting undressed. She’d felt oddly… aroused at seeing the girl’s bare skin - and immediately pushed down those feelings. Larissa Weems was enough of a freak as it was - she didn’t need the label ‘lesbian’ stamped on her as well.

But at the age of 22, Larissa had to admit that it was strange she’d never wanted a boy to touch her. She’d gotten close once, during a heavy drunken make-out session with some boy at a freshman party - before freaking out completely and leaving the poor boy squirming uncomfortably at the edge of the lake. And so, at the age of 22, Larissa finally had to confront her very un-platonic feelings for women.

By the age of 49, she’d gone through all the stages of grief regarding her sexuality: she’d vehemently denied entertaining the very thought of being anything other than straight. She’d been angry, oh so angry - at herself, at the world, at Morticia, at the boy she’d kissed. She’d gone through all the what-ifs: what if she’d made a move on Morticia, what if she hadn’t been so uptight, what if her family had been more accepting. She’d even fallen into a bout of depression, realizing how sad and pitiful she was for being a lonely virgin who hated herself for something she couldn’t change.

She’d finally settled on acceptance. Larissa had accepted that she was a lesbian. But, through all those years, she’d been too busy hating herself and throwing herself into her work to entertain thoughts of actually dating. So now she was 49. And a virgin. And who would want to be with a 49 year old virgin?

Sometimes, Larissa could ignore those thoughts, push them down. Sex and dating aren’t everything, she’d reason. She didn’t need anyone else. She had a successful career that kept her busy enough, after all - it was her dream as a teenager, wasn’t it? 

Some days, though - days like today - it was harder to drown out the lonely, self-pitying thoughts. Days where she had a one-on-one meeting with you, for example. 

As one of the teachers at Nevermore, Larissa found you particularly alluring - everything about you seemed to draw her in, leave her wanting more. You carried yourself with such confidence, you challenged Larissa in ways that both delighted and aroused her. You were kind and chatty, interested in what Larissa had to say - she felt she could talk to you for hours.

And you looked so delicious. In her weakest moments, Larissa imagined how it would feel to have a woman’s hands on her body - and more often than not, it was your hands she pictured, your face that surfaced in her mind as she pleasured herself. She yearned to feel your lips on her own, your body pressed against hers. How delightful it would feel to finally, finally be touched, to finally feel desired.

Today was no different - when you knocked on her office door for the start of your quarterly review, Larissa had to take a moment to compose herself before calling out “come in.” Her breath hitched in her chest as you strode up to her desk, grinning widely and taking a seat across from her.

The review of your performance took no time at all - you were honestly one of her best teachers, well-liked by the staff and the students (even Wednesday Addams had yet to cause an issue in your class). With twenty minutes left of your scheduled meeting time, the two of you began to chat about various, non-school-related subjects. Larissa found herself relaxing more and more, and before she realized what she was doing, she found herself asking if you’d like to join her in her quarters at the end of the day for a glass of wine and a chat.

“Of course, Larissa.” You beamed, sounding eager - was it Larissa’s imagination, or had a faint blush crept up your cheeks?

After agreeing to come by at 7, you took your leave to prepare for your afternoon classes - Larissa walked you to the door, which she leant against as soon as it shut behind you. Oh God, what had possessed her? An entire evening in your presence would be torture for her… 

The worst part, somehow, was the fact that she knew you liked women - you’d brought up an ex-girlfriend once, Larissa had been taking a sip of coffee at the time and had nearly begun to choke. It was entirely plausible that you could… Larissa quickly shook the thought from her head. Even if you returned her affections, surely you’d hightail it out of there the second you found out how little experience Larissa had.

~~~

The afternoon passed quickly and soon Larissa found herself nervously pacing the length of her office, smoothing her sweaty palms over her dress to remove non-existent wrinkles.

Your knock sounded for the second time that day, and Larissa jumped at the sound. With a deep breath, she slipped into the persona she’d begun to adopt when dealing with the Mayor and other important figures - authoritative, even slightly seductive. It was the only way she wouldn’t crack under her nerves.

“Hello, darling,” Larissa husked as she opened the door and stepped aside to allow you to enter.

“Hey!” You’d changed out of your clothes from earlier into a low-cut blouse and a short skirt. A pair of simple black heels added two inches to your height, a fact that Larissa couldn’t help but find incredibly alluring. In your hand you held a bottle of Chianti, which you offered to Larissa. “Didn’t wanna come empty-handed,” you added with a nervous giggle.

“Oh…” Larissa’s heart fluttered at the kind gesture. “You didn’t have to.” She accepted the bottle with a grateful smile, hoping her blush wasn’t too obvious.

“I know, I wanted to.” You grinned at her, finally stepping into the office and closing the door behind you. Larissa reached past you to click the lock - and immediately paled as you smirked at her.

“My, my, Principal Weems, trying to trap me here and get me drunk?” you teased. Larissa’s panic must have been evident on her face because you burst into laughter and placed a reassuring hand on her arm - her skin burned at the contact as if it had been branded.

“I-I just don’t want students bursting into my office after hours, I…” Larissa trailed off lamely, unable to focus when your hand was still on her arm. It was so warm, so soft… she found herself imagining that hand on other parts of her body, trailing along her skin…

“Relax, Larissa, it’s okay,” you said, your face softening. “Either way it’s fine by me.”

Either way? Larissa nodded, swallowing thickly and trying to regain her composure. You’d always been very friendly, borderline flirty even, but something about being alone with Larissa outside of school hours seemed to relax you even further.

Larissa took a deep breath. A bit of teasing she could do - she was no stranger to a healthy bit of flirting to get what she wanted. Granted, her heartbeat was a bit more erratic this time, as she was actually attracted to the person across from her. Regardless - a bit of flirting couldn’t hurt. It didn’t have to be more than that.

“Would you like to take this to my quarters?” Larissa purred, plastering a seductive smile on her face and nodding in the direction of a door at the back of her office.

“I would love that.”

Minutes later, you were settled on the couch in Larissa’s living room and she was pouring two generous glasses of wine. She kicked off her heels and made herself comfortable beside you - you followed suit, taking the liberty to scoot just a bit closer. Larissa noticed, quirking an eyebrow - you laughed in response.

“Sorry, too forward?” You were still smiling as you made to shimmy back a bit - Larissa found herself placing a hand on your thigh, stilling your movements.

“You may stay,” she replied airily, grateful you couldn’t pick up on the way her heart was thundering loudly against her ribcage, seconds away from bursting. You placed your hand atop Larissa’s and she took a sip of her wine to mask the blush that was spreading across her face. Out of the corner of her eye, Larissa could see you mirror her movements, bringing your glass up to your mouth and taking a sip, watching her intently over the rim of the glass.

“Didn’t your parents tell you that it’s rude to stare?” Larissa murmured playfully, watching your cheeks go pink.

“No. They didn’t, actually,” you teased, before turning slightly more serious. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just… you’re really beautiful. Just want you to know that.”

Larissa felt butterflies erupt in her stomach and she turned to face you fully - you looked so cute, staring into your wine glass, cheeks pink… It had been so long since Larissa had been called beautiful - she was so careful not to put herself into situations where rejection could be the possible outcome. “Thank you.” You looked up and Larissa smiled.

“Larissa?”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t know why you invited me here tonight. I was hoping… Well, I have to confess something, I want to be open with you.”

Larissa could feel her heartbeat in her throat, and she nodded slowly, suddenly becoming aware that her hand was still on your thigh.

“I’m interested in you, Larissa. Now maybe I’m interpreting this all wrong, and if so I’m very sorry - I promise I won’t let it affect our professional relationship. But maybe the feeling is mutual…?”

She could hardly believe her ears. Of course the feeling was mutual. Larissa felt warm and tingly all over, her heart pounding and her head reeling. All she’d ever wanted was suddenly in her grasp  - it was now or never…

Larissa’s eyes flicked down to your lips. Something in her expression must have given her away, for you leaned in and pressed your lips to hers - Larissa was helpless to stop you. It was just as she imagined - better, even. Your lips were soft and warm against hers, gentle - a stark contrast to the boy she’d made out with in college.

You quickly deepened the kiss, licking at Larissa’s lips which she parted almost out of instinct, allowing you to explore her mouth. You tasted of red wine and the lipstick you were wearing - Larissa couldn’t help but let out a soft noise of pleasure as heat pooled in her core. She felt you take her wine glass out of her hand and briefly pull back to set the two glasses on the coffee table - then your lips descended upon hers once more, the kiss quickly gaining intensity.

A wanton groan escaped your throat as you pushed yourself into Larissa - it was a beautiful sound, and Larissa could feel her underwear growing damp. She squeezed her thighs together for some much-needed relief, an action which you immediately noticed. 

“Where’s your bedroom?” you rasped against Larissa’s lips. Her heartbeat stuttered in her chest - this was moving so fast. She wanted to protest but with the way you were looking at her, eyes half-lidded, pupils wide, cheeks flushed - she found she couldn’t summon up the courage to deny you, despite how her stomach began to burn with anxiety.

Instead, she stood and led you to her bedroom, allowing you to guide her backwards onto the mattress. She felt your fingers toy with the zipper of her dress and push it down to pool at her hips - then, suddenly, your lips were everywhere at once. You planted urgent, demanding kisses down her chest, her stomach - your hands caressed the bare skin of her waist. 

These were the touches Larissa had yearned for for so long - your soft fingertips leaving marks on her waist as your warm breath caressed her skin, your lips and tongue and teeth peppering her body with kisses as evidence of your desire. But she wasn’t enjoying them. It was too much, too fast - she was overwhelmed with sensations. The throb between her legs no longer felt pleasant - it felt daunting, dirty even. What would happen when you’d fuck her and notice how skittish she was? What would happen when you’d expect to be pleasured in return and she would, inevitably, fail miserably?

As your lips moved up her body again, Larissa knew she needed to slow this down and confess, before her inexperience became evident and disappointed you. She took a deep breath.

“I don’t have much experience,” Larissa confessed quietly - the words sounded foreign to her ears. She could feel her nerves rising further as she wondered if you would hate her for it, leave immediately and never touch her again - she waited with baited breath to see what you would say.

“A woman like you? I find that hard to believe,” you murmured playfully, your voice low and sultry as you began to trail kisses all along Larissa’s jaw, as your fingers dug into her hips.

You weren’t getting it. Larissa felt, for the umpteenth time in her life, shame well up inside her, warming up her skin and pricking at her eyes. She felt her throat begin to close as panic overtook her body, and she tried to no avail to calm her racing heart with deep breaths as her eyes glazed over with tears.

“Larissa? Larissa?” Everything sounded like she was under water, your voice was so far away. Eventually, she recognized her name and turned to meet your gaze. You were no longer kissing her - you looked down at her in concern, brow furrowed, frowning as your lips sounded out her name.

Larissa took a deep breath to steady herself. She felt foolish for getting so worked up - surely you would think she was some sort of freak. 49 years old and unable to even so much as make out with a woman without having a panic attack.

“Larissa?”

“Yes?” She tried to sound normal, nonchalant, but her voice betrayed her as it gave out, even on that one syllable.

“Where’d you go? What’s going on up there?”

Your fingers caressed her cheek in a soothing gesture and she allowed her eyelids to flutter shut, leaning into the warmth of your touch. She found herself craving it so, so badly, but she couldn’t allow herself to enjoy it - not when it would surely be the last shred of affection she’d ever receive from you. She stared at the ceiling, a hollow feeling settling in her chest.

“We don’t have to do this, we don’t have to do anything. You know that right?” You shifted off of her, lying on your side to face her and propping yourself up on your elbow. When Larissa failed to meet your gaze, she felt your fingers grip her chin, urging her to face you. “We could just watch a movie or something?”

I don’t want to watch a movie. I want to fuck you. I want to be fucked. I want my body to let me have this. 

Larissa nodded numbly.

You sat up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Larissa moved as if on autopilot, pulling her dress back up and sliding off the bed, guiding you wordlessly back into her small living room. She gestured to the couch and you took a seat. 

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked, clearing her throat. 

“Just water, thanks.” You offered her a grateful smile, and Larissa winced - she was going to need something stronger than water to get through the evening now, but she didn’t want you to think she was an alcoholic either, so she nodded and padded to the kitchen to grab two glasses of water.

When she returned you were focused on the television, flicking through Netflix. You paused to take one of the glasses out of her hand, careful not to allow your fingers to brush against hers as you did so - Larissa swallowed nervously and averted her eyes, taking a seat next to you - close enough to feel your body heat, but not touching you.

“I feel like Netflix took all the good movies off,” you whined with a slight pout - if Larissa hadn’t been so in her own head, she might have chuckled, finding you quite endearing. “Is there anything you want to watch?”

Larissa felt herself shrug. Her mind was elsewhere, replaying your interactions leading up to now, internally berating herself for letting on that she wasn’t okay. If she’d only been able to play along better… it was something even teenagers did, for fuck’s sake - it shouldn’t be a big deal. If she could just get it over with, then maybe -

“Are you more of a romcom or action kinda gal? Ooh. Maybe you wanna watch a horror movie or something? What about-”

“I’m a virgin.”

“Sorry, what was that?”

You hadn’t heard her. Larissa once again felt the sting of oncoming tears. “I’m a virgin,” she repeated, a bit louder, unable to stop her voice from rising in pitch, eyes trained on the floor in front of her.

The silence that enveloped the two of you was deafening. 

A warm hand was placed on her thigh - she whipped her head around to face you, confusion and insecurity marring her features.

Your own eyes shone with care - Larissa felt her heart pound wildly against her ribcage.

“Thank you for telling me,” you said softly. “I’m sorry if I overwhelmed you earlier - I shouldn’t have moved so fast.” You looked almost ashamed, which confused Larissa further… What were you apologizing for? Clearly she was the one with the issues. She shook her head lightly, a bit dazed.

“No, I’m sorry…” Larissa hesitated, swallowing against the lump in her throat and fighting back tears. “I’ll walk you to the door, we can forget this ever happened.” As she stood, she felt your fingers gently encircle her wrist.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Larissa. You don’t have anything to be ashamed of.”

Larissa scoffed, but she made no move to extricate herself from your grip. Not when your warm fingertips were the only thing that could bring her comfort.

“I’ll leave if you want me to… but I’d rather stay and make sure you’re alright - if that’s okay?”

A part of Larissa was screaming, begging, pleading with her to kick you out so she could do what she always did - drown herself in her own self-pity (and maybe half a bottle of wine) and cry. But when she glanced down at you and saw the worry in your eyes, the adorable little crease between your brows that deepened at whatever you saw in Larissa’s own eyes, she nodded and sat back down.

“Is it… would you rather I not touch you right now?” you asked as you dropped Larissa’s wrist. There was a healthy distance between the two of you on the couch - it couldn’t have been more than a foot or two, but it felt like miles to Larissa, who felt the crushing weight of loneliness descending upon her again as you retracted your fingers.

“You can touch me,” she whispered, ashamed at how desperate she sounded. She felt the couch cushions shift next to her, and soon your warm thigh was pressed against hers - then your hand found her own, intertwining your fingers together. Your skin was so soft, your hand fit so perfectly within Larissa’s that it made her breath hitch in her chest, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of your small, feminine hand clasping her own. She wished her hands weren’t as clammy as they were, but you didn’t seem to mind.

“I hope I didn’t scare you away,” you said timidly. “I really like you and I… I didn’t mean to push you into anything. Fuck, I didn’t know, I’m sorry. I thought…” You trailed off, watching Larissa apprehensively.

“You really like me?” Larissa’s ears had perked up as you’d said it, she figured she must’ve misheard you. You smiled shyly then, and Larissa felt butterflies in her stomach. “Even… even now?”

You let out a low chuckle, giving Larissa’s hand a squeeze. “Even now? Is you being a virgin supposed to change my mind?”

“I’m 49…” Larissa whispered in anguish, her heart constricting in her chest as she realized she was admitting things to you now that she’d never told anyone.

“And? I mean I guess I’m curious why - it can’t be your looks or your personality, because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and you’re so easy to talk to… But it doesn’t bother me or anything.”

Larissa sighed, dropping her gaze to your intertwined hands. When she spoke, it was barely audible. “I was never attracted to men, so I didn’t want them to touch me. I didn’t realize I could be attracted to women until college and by the time I’d come to terms with that… let’s just say I’m certain no one would want to deflower someone in their 40s.”

“I would,” you said with a shrug, so nonchalantly that Larissa whipped her head around to face you. You chuckled at her bewildered expression. “Come on, Larissa. I don’t care about that. I like you as a person and I find you attractive. I want to have sex with you, if you also want to have sex with me. I don’t care how many other people you’ve been with - I really don’t care if the answer to that is zero.”

Larissa took a moment to mull over your words. They sounded almost too good to be true - she never thought she’d find someone who would be so calm, so gentle, so unfazed about the whole thing. And, well, that it just so happened to be the woman she had a crush on… she could feel herself nodding at your words.

“But we don’t have to have sex if you don’t want to. Obviously.”

“I want to,” Larissa said firmly, if a little too quickly - it made you smirk, and her cheeks turned scarlet.

“We’ll go at your pace then.” You brought Larissa’s hand up to your lips and pressed a tender kiss to her knuckles. The soft brush of your lips made a rush of heat pool in Larissa’s abdomen. “Only what you’re comfortable with. And if you want to stop, we stop. I want you to have fun, Larissa. I want this to be good for you.”

“Thank you,” Larissa whispered. The smile she received in return was blinding, and her heart felt just a smidge lighter. 

“Do you want me to leave for tonight?”

Larissa shook her head no. You snuggled into her side and picked up the abandoned remote again, flicking through a few more options before finally settling on Carol - Larissa felt herself slowly begin to relax as the film started.

A few minutes into the movie, Larissa felt your fingers begin to trace absent-minded patterns on her knee. She shivered at the touch - she could feel herself start to get worked up. She wondered if there was any way to salvage the evening - her attraction to you had only grown through your show of empathy, and maybe now that you knew her secret, her body could feel safe enough to let go.

Larissa turned towards you - your head was resting against her shoulder, it would be so easy to just lean in and-

You turned your head and met her gaze. “Now look who’s staring,” you teased. Larissa’s eyes were glued to your lips as you spoke. You were such a good kisser, you tasted so good. She leaned forward, focused on her goal - your lips curled into a smile as you leaned in as well. Larissa’s eyes fluttered shut the moment your lips met and she let out a breathy moan. You didn’t deepen the kiss - you simply pressed your lips to hers, humming and gently cupping her face in your hands.

Larissa felt emboldened by your gentleness - she parted her lips slightly to lick at yours. You opened your mouth for her, allowing her to explore your mouth before gently flicking your tongue against hers. She felt a mad fluttering in her abdomen at the deepening of the kiss, a little whimper escaping her throat at all of the sensations once again flooding her body.

Pulling back once she’d run out of air, Larissa rested her forehead against yours. Your hot, heavy breaths mingled with her own, her skin tingled with electricity.

“I want to try this again,” she whispered resolutely.

“Really?” You pulled back, your eyes flicking between hers. Your expression was a mixture of concern and excitement, and Larissa nodded.

You stood, extending a hand for Larissa to take and helping her up.

This time you climbed onto the bed first, settling against the pillows and waiting for Larissa. She followed suit, lying down next to you and pressing a hesitant kiss to your lips. She could feel the affection and tenderness with which you kissed her back and quickly relaxed, allowing her hands to rest on your waist and tugging you closer. You wound your arms around her and held her tightly - she felt safe in the minutes that you spent making out, heat slowly building within her.

Larissa froze as your fingers played with the zipper of her dress, her breath quickening. Noticing the change, you removed your hand and sat back on the balls of your feet.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked - there was no judgment detectable in your voice, only sweetness and worry. “Yes, I am, I’m sorry.” Larissa took a deep breath, trying to relax again.

“What if I got undressed first?”

She considered for a moment - yes, perhaps that would make her feel less vulnerable. She nodded and you began to unbutton your blouse.

“May I?” she asked. You smiled and dropped your hands, shimmying a bit closer. She unbuttoned the blouse the rest of the way, pupils dilating as it fell away from your front to reveal your lace-clad breasts. You slid the blouse from your arms and reached behind yourself, unclasping your bra and tossing it aside - your breasts jiggled slightly as you did so, and Larissa felt her mouth go dry.

Shimmying your hips, you slid your skirt down your legs and tossed it aside, before doing the same with your underwear. There you sat, completely naked, thighs parted slightly to reveal the wetness that glistened between your legs. Larissa’s own pussy throbbed with desire at the sight - she felt an overwhelming sense of euphoria at the fact that you were so aroused, in spite of everything that had transpired that evening.

“All for you,” you purred seductively, smirking as you noticed Larissa’s eyes glued to your cunt. Larissa snapped her gaze up to meet yours and you leaned forward again, pressing a soft kiss to her lips as your fingers once again found her zipper and began to drag it down. She moved her body accordingly so you could slide the dress down her body - nodding as you cocked your head in question when the dress pooled at her hips. You slipped her out of the dress completely, then crawled up her body and settled next to her, toying with the clasp of her bra. 

“You can take it off,” she whispered, almost amused at how fast you complied. 

The hunger with which your eyes roved over her torso, drinking in the milky expanse of her soft stomach, the swell of her breasts, her pink nipples that slowly hardened at the chill in the air - it felt like a drug to Larissa. She’d never had anyone look at her like that - no one had ever seen her naked in such a context, and she felt her chest flush.

Part of her wanted to cross her arms over her chest, her anxiety rising at the unabashed attention - but then you lowered your mouth to her right nipple and gently soothed your tongue over the bud, and her brain short-circuited.

Arching her back off the bed, Larissa let out a strangled, breathy sound - your tongue on her nipple felt like velvet, divine and soothing, and it sent tingles down her spine. Then she felt you roll her other nipple between your fingers and groaned - it was a filthy sound, and her hand shot up immediately to cover her mouth.

Your tongue stilled and you looked up at her with a smile. “No, I want to hear you. That was a very pretty sound you made.” Larissa blushed, removing her hand from her mouth. Your tongue resumed its ministrations, slowly causing the small, pink bud to harden, and Larissa whimpered at the shocks of pleasure that originated behind her navel and rippled outwards in waves.

“Does it feel good when I do that?” you murmured, moving your mouth from one breast to the other, and Larissa nodded fervently.

“Please, keep going,” she breathed, a tightness coiling in her abdomen as your hand joined your tongue to knead at the soft flesh of her breast.

Once you’d showered each of her breasts in ample attention, your lips began trailing down her stomach - much gentler this time, much slower. Larissa almost felt embarrassed at how her body was reacting, how excited she seemed to be getting, as your lips left a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“Can I take these off?” You toyed with the waistband of Larissa’s underwear - she paused for a moment, before finally nodding again.

Your fingers brushed against her skin as you tugged her underwear down her legs, then settled between them. With you suddenly this close to her pussy, Larissa began to worry whether she should have shaved. She felt her nerves rising again as she waited for you to tell her how disgusting you found her - then she felt your lips begin to press reverent kisses to the little curls, as if you could sense her anxiety and were trying to reassure her that it was okay.

“Is it okay if I use my mouth?” you asked sweetly. Her eyes widened and her face suddenly felt hot - you were being so considerate, asking all these questions, making sure she was okay with everything, and Larissa wished you didn’t have to do that - she wished she could just be okay with whatever you wanted to do to her.

“I’m sorry, this must be terribly tedious,” she mumbled, her voice dripping with insecurity that, in any other context, she simply did not possess - she hated herself for it right now, and she was unable to meet your gaze because of it. A light slap to her thigh shocked her into looking at you, however. You frowned up at her from between her legs. “Hey. Don’t say that. Making love to you isn’t a chore, Larissa. I want this. So bad. And I want you to enjoy yourself as much as I am. Understood?”

“Yes,” she replied, breathless at your display of dominance.

“Good girl.” Larissa let out an involuntary moan - she had never considered that she would enjoy being called a ‘good girl’, but she couldn’t help the way her cunt throbbed at your words. “So. Is it okay if I use my mouth? Or do you want to stop?”

“N-no, I don’t want to stop… you can use your mouth.” 

You beamed up at her, before carefully hooking one of her legs over your shoulder - Larissa could feel herself being spread open at the action.

Soft lips began littering her inner thighs with gentle kisses. Larissa tried her best to stay still, not to squirm - but when your mouth finally met her cunt, your tongue slowly trailing up her slit, she couldn’t help but buck her hips into your face.

A soft groan left her lips when she felt your tongue flick against her clit - she was so sensitive, and the touch was so different than when she pleasured herself - it made every hair on her body stand on end. Your lips closed around the sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking gently and drawing little whimpers from Larissa’s throat as her back arched. She felt herself quickly getting lost in the sensation.

“Does this feel good?” you murmured, pulling back for a moment.

“Y-yes,” Larissa panted - her breathing was already beginning to get heavier.

“If anything doesn’t feel good, if you don’t like it, tell me, okay?”

Larissa hummed and you began licking at her folds, gathering her juices on your tongue and letting out a loud moan of delight. “Fuck, you taste amazing.” Larissa couldn’t help but blush again, but her embarrassment was forgotten the second your tongue circled her clit. She shut her eyes and tried to focus on relaxing.

She found herself unsure what to do with her hands - she briefly brought them to your head, then fisted at the sheets next to her. Then she felt something brush against them and opened her eyes to see your own hands blindly reaching out and grabbing for hers. She intertwined your fingers, her heart leaping in her chest as you gave her hands a squeeze.

The coil in Larissa’s stomach was tightening by the second. She felt herself growing more comfortable with every passing minute, allowing unfiltered moans to pass her lips, spurred on by the noises you were making - the breathy groans, the wet sound of your tongue lapping at her folds. When you gently circled her entrance, she couldn’t help but whine and buck her hips.

“C-can you go inside?” she asked quietly, rolling her hips against your face. You groaned in response, slowly pushing your tongue into her hole. Larissa’s walls fluttered against your tongue and she let out a guttural moan. 

“Good girl,” you purred between thrusts of your tongue. “You’re doing so well for me, love.”

Larissa could feel herself getting closer, her thighs trembling - she tried to keep her legs open but the next thrust of your tongue caused her to snap them shut around your head.

Slowly she began to unravel, her release cresting like a wave as you alternated between teasing her hole and sucking her clit. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she lost herself completely in the feeling of ecstasy overwhelming her body.

She felt your tongue soothe over her folds, then her thighs, lapping up the evidence of her orgasm. You gave her hands a gentle squeeze, before gently extracting your fingers from her grip and crawling up her body. Larissa’s eyes were still closed when she felt your lips on her own. At your tongue’s insistence she parted her lips, whining at the taste of herself as you licked into her mouth.

When you pulled back and cupped her cheek, Larissa opened her eyes. She was almost shocked at the sheer amount of affection and adoration that swirled in your pupils as you searched her face - it made her heart flutter in her chest.

“How was it?”

Larissa hesitated - what was she supposed to say to that? It was everything I’ve ever wanted and more, because it was with you… She buried her face in the crook of your neck and sighed, inhaling the scent of sweat and your sweet perfume on your skin.

“Really good, darling,” is what she settled for as she contentedly nuzzled her nose into your pulse point. She felt your arms wind around her and allowed herself to be held as her breathing slowed. A chaste kiss was pressed to the crown of her head and she smiled against your skin. 

You shifted next to her, wrapping your legs around hers, and Larissa could feel your slick rub against her thigh. Tentatively, Larissa allowed her hand to trail down your bare waist, over the swell of your hip. She could feel you shiver against her as her fingertips brushed against your mound.

Larissa reached between your thighs and pulled back to get a look at your face - you watched her intently, pupils blown, lips parted to let out shaky breaths. Slowly, Larissa spread your folds with her fingers, gasping as she felt how wet you were. She gathered some of your juices on her fingertips and massaged them over your swollen clit, enraptured by the soft moan you let out, the way your eyes fluttered shut and your hips twitched seemingly of their own accord.

With your eyes closed, Larissa allowed herself to admire your beauty, the way you gave in to her touches. She touched you the way she normally touched herself, and it seemed to please you - your face was gorgeously flushed, the most obscene noises slipping from between your swollen lips. When you arched your back, Larissa’s eyes fell to your nipples, hardened with arousal. She lowered her mouth to your breast, flattening her tongue and soothing it over the pink bud, drawing a moan from your chest.

“Bite,” you murmured. Larissa paused, glancing up at your face - then felt your hands on the back of her head, pushing her into your chest. She licked your nipple once more, before grazing her teeth against it and gently biting. 

“Fuck, just like that,” you mewled, and Larissa bit down again, the heat within her own body building at the string of obscenities dripping from your lips.

You rolled your hips against her hand as she continued to stroke your clit. She felt your fingers encircle her wrist, guiding her to your dripping hole. “Two fingers,” you instructed breathily.

Larissa complied, first pushing in one, then two fingers, inadvertently biting down on your nipple again as she felt your walls draw her fingers in. She curled her fingers, experimenting with the pace of her thrusts until she heard your breathing stutter.

“Shit, you’re so good at this,” you praised, your thighs beginning to shake and the rolling of your hips becoming more and more erratic. Your face contorted with pleasure as you rode Larissa’s fingers - she felt your cum drip down her hand as you tensed around her, then you sighed and relaxed into the mattress.

Larissa sat up, pulling her fingers out of your cunt - the needy mewl that left your lips caused a shiver to run down her spine. Your eyes met hers, full of affection and desire, and she felt emboldened - she brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked them clean, moaning at the taste. It was intoxicating - she knew she could get addicted to that taste.

“C’mere,” you murmured, holding your arms open for Larissa. She settled into them, slinging an arm around your bare waist and tugging you closer. You pressed a kiss to her lips. “That-” kiss “felt-” kiss “incredible” kiss. 

Larissa felt herself blushing at your compliment - she couldn’t have asked for a better experience for her first time. It might have come some twenty years later than she’d hoped for, but if it meant she could be here with you right now, your fingertips tracing soothing patterns on her back, your breath tickling her cheek - she’d wait those twenty years all over again.

“I’m glad it was you, you know,” she whispered.

“I’m glad, too,” you whispered back, a gentle smile tugging at your lips.

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A silent Connection

Summary: Headmistress Larissa Weems, shifted as a cat, secretly watches new student y/n at Nevermore Academy. Drawn to her vulnerability, Larissa feels a connection that challenges the boundaries of her role.

Warnings: Emotional Themes

Word Count: 1k

A/N: also a bit shorter sorry

~Cat!Larissa Weems x Telepath!fem!reader~

Please don’t copy/steal or translate this work thanks.

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The evening shadows stretched over Nevermore Academy as Larissa Weems nestled in the branches of an old elm, her sleek, silvery cat form blending seamlessly into the twilight. She’d taken on this feline disguise to observe you a new student who’d already caught her attention in ways she hadn’t expected. With a quiet demeanor and telepathic abilities, you carried an air of mystery, a guardedness that only deepened her curiosity.

When she’d first begun watching over you, she told herself it was just her duty as headmistress to ensure you adjusted to life at Nevermore. But as she observed you from the shadows, her purpose shifted, becoming less about duty and more about a strange, compelling draw she felt toward you.

Now, she watched as you sat on a secluded bench below, head bowed, shoulders slumped with a heaviness that tugged at her heart. She noticed the way your fingers trembled, your hands clenching and unclenching as you wrestled with something deep inside. A tear slipped down your cheek, and she felt her chest tighten at the sight. She wanted to comfort you, but the conflict between her duty and her heart kept her rooted in place, torn.

But then, as if sensing her, you looked up, your gaze landing directly on her. Larissa held her breath, telling herself you couldn’t possibly know it was her watching. Yet, when your eyes met hers, she felt a spark of recognition that unsettled her. She expected you to look away, but instead, you tilted your head, a glimmer of understanding flickering in your gaze.

“Hello?” you whispered softly, brow furrowing, as if trying to make sense of her presence. She nearly took a step back, feeling her heart race. She knew she should leave, that this was too close… too personal. But she stayed, rooted by the connection she felt with you.

You blinked, surprise softening your expression, and then “Who are you?” the words slipped into her mind, your voice resonating directly in her thoughts.

Larissa froze, her pulse quickening. You had reached out to her, sensing her thoughts. They know, she thought desperately, though she couldn’t bring herself to move. She was torn, but even as her mind raced with instinctual fear, her heart yearned to comfort you, to let you know that you weren’t alone. She could sense the vulnerability in your mind, the echo of a loneliness she knew all too well.

She wanted to reassure you, to somehow communicate that she was here for you, even if only from the shadows. “I’m here to look after you,” the thought slipped out before she could stop it. She jumped down landing right before your feet.

You blinked, surprised, your expression softening as though her silent admission had eased something inside you. “Look after me?” you murmured, gently running your fingers over her fur. The simple touch sent a warmth through her that made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t felt in years.

This is foolish, she scolded herself. I’m the headmistress. She’s a student. I can’t…

But the thought felt hollow in the face of your vulnerability. You sighed, brushing away another tear as you looked down at her, your eyes searching her face as if seeking answers she could never fully give.

“You seem familiar…” you murmured, a faint smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “It’s silly, but… it feels like I’ve known you before.”

The warmth in your words made Larissa’s heart ache, and she fought the urge to reveal herself, to let you see her true form. But she knew the boundaries of her role, the importance of maintaining distance, even when every part of her longed to tell you she understood. The quiet moments of connection you’d shared made her want more, but she forced herself to remember her responsibilities.

She can’t know, Larissa’s thoughts echoed, tinged with a regret she didn’t dare acknowledge. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to leave. She knew you could sense her feelings, the conflicted emotions swirling within her. And perhaps, that was enough for you to know, even if she could never say it aloud.

You watched her intently, almost as if reading the silent war within her heart. Your gaze softened, and you whispered, “Whoever you are… thank you. I feel like I have someone here with me now. Maybe I don’t have to feel so out of place.”

The sincerity in your voice made her chest tighten, and Larissa felt her own barriers waver. She wanted to speak, to tell you that she would always be here, that she understood more than you could imagine. But she stayed silent, content to simply be there, even if only as a shadow in your life.

As you relaxed beside her, resting your hand on her fur, Larissa let herself indulge in the warmth of your touch. For the first time in years, she felt seen, even though you knew only her shadowed form. And as the night deepened, she silently vowed to watch over you, to protect you in the quiet, unseen ways she could offer.

And though she could never reveal the truth, she hoped that somehow, you understood.

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Fin <3

[alder-saan]

His sister .2

Larissa Weems x normie! reader

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NSFW, heavy smut, almost only smut, pwp, masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus, shapeshifting cock, dom! Larissa, sub! reader, mistress kink, reader being tied with Larissa's stockings, blind kink, breeding kink, usage of safe word, fluff towards the end, aftercare.

words count: 3.5k

A/N: I'm sorry it took me soooooo long to write, and also, I know I'm not the best at writing smut but I try, okay? (yes, writing some pwp wasn't the best idea but eh)

You had spent the afternoon thinking about her, without being able to touch her, without being able to look at her too much, since Philip was there. He had taken the afternoon off to show Larissa around the city. Your husband, his sister and you went to the museum, which he never took you to because he always told you to be on your own.

You spent the evening trying to be alone with Larissa.

Philip was faster than Larissa and you, which gave you time to try something. You couldn’t focus on the paintings anyway. While she was looking at one, you sat next to her, on the bench seat, your hand brushing hers. She did not take her eyes off the picture, and she did not move her hand, but a faint smile lit up her face. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach. She was so beautiful, her smile was so beautiful, and it was even more, knowing you were the one who caused it.

“Darling, you should at least pretend to look at the artworks…”

Lord, the pet name. She was driving you crazy. 

“You are an artwork, Larissa,” you replied, fluttering your eyelashes.

She let out a slight chuckle and moved her hand to your thigh. You shivered when you felt her hand slowly finding a way under your skirt. Her fingers ran over your tights, and your skin tensed under the electrical touch.

“You little flirt, do I have to remind you that your husband is in the next room?”

She was still looking at Nero, looking at Roma burning in his golden frame, while playing with you, lingering her fingers closer and closer to your inner thigh, going back, drawing small circles on your knee, and then coming again on your inner thigh. You couldn’t help but hold your breath each time her fingers passed near your panties. Wet. Of course.

“I wish he wasn’t” you whispered, trying to hide the arousal in your voice.

“I do so, Love. I'm staying with you for the week, so please be patient.”

She removed her hand, and you clenched your legs together, trying to keep the feeling of her fingers on you. You watched her standing up, and bending down to your ear.

“Be a good girl and you’ll be rewarded.”

With that, she walked away, as if nothing just happened, leaving you as red as the Roman emperor’s toga on the painting.

That night, you tried to sleep, but every time you’d close your eyes, she was there, demanding you to be a good girl. You could still feel her hand on your thigh, and you wanted so much more. That was probably not what a good girl would do but… She would never know, would she? Your hands reached your breasts, and you massaged them, while an imaginary Larissa was kissing your neck, leaving imaginary red lips stains, and imaginary fingers were lingering on your thighs, drawing small circles closer and closer to your cunt. What if she left red marks on your thighs too? You opened your legs and imagined her in between, kissing them, licking them, slowly going up your shanks and thighs.

“Be a good girl for me, Darling,” she’d say.

“Yes, yes I’m a good girl” you whispered in your bed “Please, please fuck me.”

“So needy…”

Your hand went down your belly, and you circled your clit with your fingers, imagining Larissa's tongue doing this. Your other hand was still massaging your breast. You wanted to moan aloud, but your husband was right next to you, and you couldn’t risk waking him. So you continued, entering two fingers into your pussy. Your fingers moved inside you, almost automatically, as you knew what gave you pleasure. You wondered if she was thinking about you… Maybe she was touching herself like you were doing. Maybe she was moaning your name, in her room, legs spread, a hand between them.

Imagining her masturbating turned you even more on. You yearned to feel her soft pale skin under your hands, to grab her breast, to kiss her red lips, her neck, her belly. You wanted to be between those gorgeous legs, tasting her pussy while she’d bury her fingers into your hair, whining, moaning.

You desired to worship her divine body.

You woke up in the morning, much later than you usually did. The sun was not brushing the skin on your arm. The sunlight was already on the floor. You yawned and got up. A shirt put on, you went out of your room, only to notice Larissa was there, sitting on the couch in the living room. You blushed, remembering what you imagined last night, and realising you were entirely naked under your oversize shirt, while she was perfectly dressed and made up. But she hadn’t fixed her hair in her usual updo, and the silver locks were falling on her shoulders. It was… ethereal.

“Good morning, Larissa.”

“Good morning, Darling. Did you enjoy your night?”

Your face went even redder. Did she know? How?

“Uh…” you cleared your throat “Yes, I did, thank you, what about you? Did you sleep well?”

“Not really I’m afraid,” she said, grabbing the mug on the little table near the sofa.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Why did you have a bad night? Maybe I can help-”

“I never said I had a bad night, Dear. To be honest, it was pretty lovely, thinking about you.”

“Oh uh… ah!” 

Had she… thought about you in THAT way? By the way, you had been thinking about her all night? You were bright red, remembering your night.

“Come on, sit with me.”

She put her hand on the couch, next to her.

“I’m- I get dressed and I-”

“No, you can stay in your shirt… I like the view.”

She wasn’t even trying to hide her look on your legs. You swallowed, seeing her blue eyes running up your legs. You tried to show her a confident smile and came to sit next to her. She put the mug back on the table and her hand came to your knee. It was warm. Your heart skipped a beat under her soft gaze.

“Philip told me he wouldn’t be there for lunch… that means we are alone all day.”

“Oh… uh, that’s cool”

You couldn’t focus on anything, her thumb brushing the skin on your thigh. Your whole body was warming, your heart was racing.

“Do you know what I was thinking about, tonight?”

Her hand travelled slowly to your inner thigh.

“Uh, no? I don’t?” You hated how shy you sounded.

“I was thinking about you, crying my name while I destroyed you.”

She moved her fingers closer and closer to your aching core. You let out a little whine and blushed, hearing it.

“Yes, quite like that, Darling.”

She caught your lips with hers, a hand on your chest to lay you on the couch. Her knee went between your legs, and her hands took your wrists.

Thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, went your heart against your ribcage.

You couldn’t believe you were under her, while two seconds before you were still standing. Her sapphire eyes stared at you, her smooth knee coming closer and closer to your pussy, moving the shirt up your legs, your cheeks, tickled by Larissa’s silver hair, warmed, and you bet they were bright red. As she deepened the kiss, a moan escaped from your throat. Her tongue brushed yours, and you buried your fingers into her locks. She only broke the kiss because you were breathless.

“Darling, I’m gonna destroy you. If at one point you want me to stop, say ‘red’, and I’ll stop at that very second, okay?”

You nodded, feeling the heat getting to your lower belly. ‘Destroy’ on her lips sounded good to your ears, and the way she said it, so calm, so still the way she’d say ‘I like tea’, made it sound even better. It was a fact. She was going to destroy you. And you were going to enjoy it.

“I want to hear you, dear. Is that okay?”

“O-okay,” you whispered

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Okay!”

“Good girl,” she purred, “now strip.”

You unbuttoned your shirt one by one. She was watching you, her pupil growing larger. It seemed to be too slow to her taste because she pushed your hands away to do it herself, almost ripping the fabric off… Her lips crashed onto yours, her hands massaged your naked breasts. Your cunt was dripping against her knee, and you bucked your hips to make it stimulate your clit. She stopped touching you.

“Pet, here I’m in command. You are not allowed to do anything. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Good pet.”

She kissed your breasts, licking one of your nipples, sucking it. Her tongue on your skin was so soft. You whined in half pain, half pleasure when she nibbled your bosom. Your fingers dug into her back. She sucked your skin so hard you knew you would have dark red marks at these spots.

You wanted to touch her, as she touched you. You wanted to feel her soft skin, to taste it. Your hands went down her back and tried to slip under her skirt. Larissa sighed against your breasts.

“Don’t make me tie you, pet.”

“Was that supposed to be a threat?” you whispered while caressing her skin under the fabric.

She laughed, her lips against your skin, and her breath tickled you. She moved up your chest and neck, her lips brushing against you, ending near your ear and parting to murmur.

“Such a little slut who wants to be tied while I fuck her.”

“Yes, Mistress, I want to be tied while you fuck me, please!” you squealed

“A well-mannered slut, then.”

While sucking and licking your neck and your earlobe, she removed her skin tone stockings. Both of your hands were caught in her grasp and tied with one of her long socks. The other, she used it to fasten your wrists to the couch. You knew you could move, you could untie you. The stockings were elastic enough for you to go. But you didn’t want to. You wanted her to use you.

She directly spread your legs and put her head in between to kiss your thighs, making you shudder each time her lips met your skin. She gently nibbled it, and then her tongue drew a path to your cunt. She teased your folds with it, humming at the scent and taste of your arousal.

“You taste so good, pet”

You whined at the sound of her voice, and she chuckled.

“And you’re already so wet…”

She was right, she had barely touched you and you were already at the edge. She lapped your clit, and you whined at the sudden sensation. She smiled against your pussy, and you moaned at the waves of heat that went through your whole body. She grabbed your ass with her hands and teased your little bundle of nerves with her tongue. You let out sinful whines, much louder than you ever could imagine sounding. She hummed against your cunt and sucked your clit. You were squirming to try to feel as much pleasure as possible, to be in the best possible position. She tsked.

“Don’t move, pet.”

You immediately stopped, and she purred against your pussy,. Her tongue and lips tickled your clit again, and soon you knew you were about to come.

“M- Mistress I-”

“Wait, pet. I’ll tell you when you may come.”

She continued licking your clit, and you tried to hold. But it was almost hurting you, at this point.

“P- Please, ah, Mistress, please, let me…”

“Such a good girl, begging me like this… You may come, pet.”

And you came on your couch, Larissa’s head between your thighs. Your heart was hammering in your ears, and you slowly caught your breath. You began to move but she pinned you against the sofa.

“I’m not done with you, pet.”

You were still breathless, but your cunt didn’t care. It wanted Larissa again. You watched her unbutton her shirt.

“What’s that look for, pet?”

You closed your watering mouth.

“What look?”

“You look like you want to eat me up. Your turn will come, pet. But for now, let me take care of you.”

You stared at her chest, hidden by red _matching her lips_ and lace bras. She bent over you and placed her shirt on your face.

“Wha-”

“Relax, pet.”

She tied the sleeves behind your head. The texture of the fabric, the fabric you knew was on her skin just a moment before, was so soft on your cheeks. It now covered your eyes, you could only see a blue light passing through the blue shirt. You tried to guess where she was by watching the shadows passing on it. She was near, she was near your head, at the right of it. You felt her lips on your neck, once again. So she was right there.  The fact you didn’t know exactly where she was scared you a little but also aroused you. Her hands wandering on your chest, her tongue lingering on your neck made you more and more needy for her. But what turned you on the most, was imagining she could do anything with you. You could never know what part of your body she was kissing next. Was it your breasts? No, your stomach. Then maybe your neck again? No, your lips.

She kissed your whole body like this, specifically avoiding the aching part between your legs. Then her fingers brushed against your belly. You gasped as her fingertips awoke in you hundreds of butterflies by simply touching your skin. 

She parted your legs, by simply touching your ankles. She sat between them. One of her hands stayed on your ankle and passed under it. Now it slowly moved towards your calf and reached your popliteal fossa. She lifted it, high enough to place it on her shoulder. She lowered her hands lengthwise to your soft thigh and placed a kiss on your knee.

You sighed in pleasure as you understood she was going to fuck you again. Her fingertips teased your soaked folds, coating them with your arousal. She continued for a few seconds, and you whined. 

"What's wrong, pet?" she innocently said.

"Please…"

"Please what? Pet, I can't guess what you want."

"I need you… inside me… Mistress, please."

She entered two fingers deep inside your drenched cunt and you squealed. She removed them and sank them, again and again, the rhythm clouding your mind. You moaned, covering the wet noises her fingers produced going in and out of your pussy.

"M…More," you whined, "Mistress, please."

Your walls fluttered around her phalanxes, and she crooked them inside you. You were so sensitive, she was already driving you near the edge. Her fingers twirled inside you, knowing exactly where your most sensitive spot was. She most definitely had had dozens and dozens of partners, she knew how to please a woman, and the idea of being one of these women turned you even more on. Your whole body was shaking, and you were sure the neighbour could hear your screams.

"Mistress I-"

She continued tickling you.

"Yes, pet?"

"I'm gonna… Please, let-let me come"

"Alright, pet, come on my fingers."

Something snapped inside you. The heat reached your whole body, and you let it out, moaning her name.

Her fingers left the place to an aching void in your cunt, and you heard a sucking noise, and then she hummed in delight. She was licking your arousal on her hand.

"I-I wish you had a strap-on right now," you panted out.

"Do you?" she asked, "do you want me to take you with my cock?"

"Yes…" you whispered.

She took your hand and led it to the soft skin of her stomach, and she lowered it. You first felt her lace panties _when did she have removed her skirt? You didn't know_ and then a lump between her legs.

"I don't need any strap-on, pet," she growled.

You let out a little cry of surprise.

"Want me to take you?"

"Y-yes, please."

"Mmmh, good pet," she purred.

You heard the sound of fabric slipping on skin, she was removing her panties. Then, you felt something hard and hot on your thigh, making you shudder. But she didn’t touch you more than that. You saw a shadow passing over you. She most likely was leaning over you, but you didn’t know why. Suddenly, your hands could move. They were still tied together, true, but they weren’t attached to the couch anymore. She placed her hands on your back and lifted it until you were sitting. Then her hands reached your waist, and she led you on her laps. You were still blinded by her shirt, you couldn’t see anything, but you felt her _hard_ dick against your inner thighs, and that you were coating it with your arousal. Your teeth sank into your lower lip at the touch of it. Your legs, on either side of her waist, tried to clench together, and you placed your still tied hands behind her head, your arms on either side of her neck. She approached your head, and her nipples brushed against the underside of your breasts. You rut your clit against her tip, stimulating you.

“Stop that, pet, I’m in command here,” She whispered in your ear.

"I'm sorry mistress," you squealed.

She growled and bit your neck licking your skin, sucking it. Her hardness against your inner thigh was unbearable at this point. You could feel the heat against your slit, and you wanted nothing but to feel it inside your slit.

“Please, take me.”

“So needy.”

She firmly grabbed your ass with one of her hands, and with the other, helped her cock enter in you. You hummed in delight, tilting your head back, exposing your neck to her, neck she willingly kissed and sucked as if it was nothing but a candy. You undulated against her, feeling her filling you. Her second hand took your ass, and she helped you engage the movement of rocking your hips against her. 

“You feel so good around me, pet, so good…” she husked.

She buried her head in your breasts, her fingers dug into your hips. The slight pain you felt made you moan. She tightened her grip, and started pounding you on her laps. Your back arched even more _as if it was even possible_ making her hit the right spot each time.

“Fuck,” she moaned.

“Kiss me, aah, p-lease, k-kiss me,” you panted out.

She captured your lips with hers, they were wet. Your tongue brushed against hers, and you swallowed her moans as well as she swallowed your whines, that you released in the rhythm of your thighs clashing against her laps. Your arousal was dripping on her cock, that was filling every inch of you. The heat you felt in your lower belly seemed insatiable. You wanted it to go faster, so you accelerated the pounding, and she bit your lower lip.

“You like that, riding your husband’s sister’s dick, right?”

“Yes,” you almost cried, unashamed.

“I want to come inside you, pet”

Your legs were shaking. You wanted her to fill you with her cum, to make you hers. But it took a few seconds for your clouded mind to process things.

“Do it, please ”

She pressed you against her, your breasts crushed against her chest, her lips eating up your neck, she mumbled something you couldn’t understand, too busy moaning your own insanities and her name. She came inside you, and the feeling of her hot cum inside you brought you over the edge. You came too, a few seconds after her, crying.

You tried to catch your breath, and she kissed your shoulders.

“I-I can’t take it anymore,” you breathed out.

“Red?” she asked.

“Yes, red,” you replied.

She untied her shirt, and it fell before your eyes, revealing her head, her messy hair, her blown pupils. Your lips crashed on hers, and you removed your hands from the stockings that held them, breathing heavily.

“You did so good for me, darling,” she whispered against your lips, “now let’s clean you up.”

She helped you stand up, as your legs were weak.

“Do you want to… take a bath with me?” you asked.

“If you’re offering,” she kissed your nose. 

You took her hand and walked to the bathroom, in which you filled the bathtub with hot water and a bit of this lemon perfume you liked. She entered the water and you laid against her, your head on her shoulder, your body between her legs. Her arms wrapped your waist, and you closed your eyes. She was so soft… She gently kissed your hair.

“Sorry, I couldn’t… continue.” you said.

“You have been perfect,” she replied, “It’s okay, and what you did is already a lot. Moreover, we have all week…”

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I KNOW I TOOK SOOOOOOO MUCH TIME!

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Hii *blush* i wanted to say I really enjoy your writing is just so wholesome, and I just feel so good to be taken into a whole new universe, thanks ❤️

I wanted also to request a Larissa fic, something like femxr being a shapeshifter as well and pleasing Larissa with her shifted c*ck, plus sub\Rissa, I’ll leave the scenario up to u

Hey hey hey anon! Thank you so much 🥰 That’s the goal 💕 I’d love to write this for you ♥️

No Where Near Finished ~Sub!Larissa Weems xFem Shapeshifter!Wife!Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, implied smut, implied eating out, smut, kissing, car sex, c!ck riding, shapeshifting d!ck, sub!larissa, etc.

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Your work was having a new year gala, and you and Larissa were already running late.

You hurried to tie your tie as Larissa quickly applied her lipstick.

“Shouldn’t have lost track of time…” you mumbled to yourself as you grabbed the keys.

Larissa picked up on your words, while grabbing her bag and meeting you at the door where her lips brushed against the shell of your ear.

“I don’t know… I didn’t mind your face in my cunt for hours, while your cock twitched in desperation…” she purred, as you went to lock the door.

“Don’t push it ‘Rissa…” you growled, your shapeshifted dick still desperately needing relief.

Larissa went silent at your tone and got in the car.

The drive went by, and you made it to the gala.

Helping Larissa out of the car, you couldn’t help but stare at her and how her dress hugged her curves deliciously.

“Darling…?” Larissa asked you, as you stared.

“Sorry…! It’s just… you look fucking stunning…” you said with a warm smile, eternally grateful to have Larissa as your partner.

Larissa blushed at your words, “Thank you, Darling… You look fabulous in that pants suit as always.”

You kissed your wife on the check as you linked your arm to hers and you both walked into the gala.

The gala itself was lovely, but your mind was reeling.

You couldn’t keep your eyes off Larissa and your mind out of the gutter.

It was one downfall of a shapeshifting dick… it practically became your brain…

By the end of the night, you were tired and far too horny.

You got back in the car with a huff, placing yourself in the drivers seat as Larissa had had a glass of wine.

You began driving and you drove in peaceful silence.

Until you felt a hand on your thigh…

Your breath hitched.

“‘Rissa…” you warned your wife.

But she merely hummed and put on an innocent face, as her hand crept further up your thigh and closer to your painfully hard cock.

You had to practice deep breathing so that you didn’t crash the goddamn car.

Then she began pawing your clothes erection…

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, my love…” you growled lightly.

“Who says I can’t finish…?” Larissa purred, with that certain twinkle in her eye.

That did it for you.

With a screech, you pulled over to the side of the road.

Larissa yelped at your sudden movement of the vehicle.

As soon as you had put the car in park and signaled your blinkers, you were crashing your lips into Larissa’s.

She met your passion eagerly, letting you dominate and explore her wet cavern and draw leud moans and whines from her mouth.

Eventually, you both had to pull away for a breath.

“I want to be inside you…” you growled.

Larissa whimpered at your directness, “please, please fuck me…”

“Already begging, are we…?” You taunted.

You met Larissa’s needy and lust-filled gaze, and your patience was wearing thin.

“Take off your panties, straddle my lap.” You told her.

Without another word, Larissa began doing as you were told, while you quickly unbuckled your belt and took your trousers off.

Larissa came to straddle you in the drivers seat with your mere underwear blocking you from slipping inside her aching cunt.

“Be a doll and take off my underwear, dear…” you groaned, as she had started grinding down on your dick.

Larissa licked her lips and happily complied, removing your underwear and drooling at the sight of your shapeshifted form.

“Fuck, come here, love… Be a good girl and ride my dick…” you purred, pulling Larissa to line up her throbbing pussy with your aching dick.

A pornographic moan escaped Larissa’s lips as she sank down on you, her cunt still sensitive from your activities hours ago.

You groaned in pleasure as you felt her walls flutter around you and fully take you in.

“Please fuck me?” Larissa panted, locking her goddess eyes to yours.

You didn’t need to be told again…

You began thrusting into her soaked cunt, which quickly turned into pounding, which then quickly turned into rutting.

Sinful moans and cries were escaping both of your lips.

You were so goddamn close…

And so was Larissa from how her walls were fluttering more and more around your dick.

“Fuck Mmm gonna cum…!!” Larissa cried out, placing her forehead against yours.

“Fuck! me too, me too!!” You groaned.

You both came together, her walls clenching deliciously around your dick.

Your breathing was labored and you both stayed there for a few minutes, regaining your composures.

Then you slowly helped Larissa off your dick, being careful with how sore she was from the days previous activities.

She landed in the passengers seat with a content sigh.

“Fuck…” you chuckled breathlessly, “You have no idea how long Ive been wanting to do that…”

“We should do it more often…” Larissa hummed in delight.

“What, you riding me?” You asked.

“No, silly…” Larissa chuckled, “car sex.” she said with a wink and a wiggling of her brows.

[emsgwenstan]

Personal or professional?

Chap 4| chap 5| chap 6.

Larissa Weems x fem(carpenter/joiner) named reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: smut, insecurity’s, aftermath of drunkenness, signs of anxiety- no self worth.

Note: mmmkay, so shit happens! Anyway feelings aren’t exactly admitted but Violet tells Larissa something important. No wonder I guess.

The early morning air seeped in through the stone walls and coated me in a thick layer of cold, waking up at sometime around 6am, I sat up slowly trying not to disturb Larissa. I was surprised at how solidly id seem to have slept even though it wasn’t for very long, i didn’t have nightmares and didn’t wake to any random pain my body decided It thought i should have either, the most surprising of all though was that i didn’t feel hung over. shuffling back i rested against the headboard and yawned so hard i might have dislocated my jaw and my eyes watered from how tired i am.

Just sitting staring out to space for a while trying to wake up, Larissa started tossing and turning frequently and it ripped me out of my trans like state, tilting my head to the side I watched as her breath would intake and exhale, pushing and pulling the hair that had fallen over her eyes, she lay facing me and I can’t help but shift down a little to prop my head in my hand and rest on my elbow. With a nimble yet ruined hand I tucked her hair away from her face and stared at her lovingly and for a while I stayed like that, all I want is for her to be comfortable and have a longer peaceful sleep.

After contemplating, I rose from the bed and retrieved my clothes from the arm chair while also finally taking in her decor, it was beautiful all the thick materials and trinkets, the large paintings and photographs that lined the walls, her aesthetic was a mix of deep rich colours with a lighter twist in some of the furnishing, all of it was utterly her, completely Larissa. Pacing quietly to the ensuite bathroom I looked at myself in the huge mirror and wiped the smudged mascara from under my eyes, in the reflection I saw she had a large claw foot bath and a walk in shower that was lined with different soaps, body washes and most of all hair products like, treatments with her toning shampoo and conditioner to keep her silver spun hair to perfection, it was so cute.

I was conflicted weather or not I should just keep on the pyjamas she lent me and wear them until I die or actually get changed, ultimately the latter was the chosen option. Exiting the bathroom I left the lended clothes in the designated Laundry hamper and made my way to the door leading back out into her office to retrieve my jumper and stoke the almost dead fire. My nerves were skyrocketing at the thought of the impending conversation that’s going to happen when she wakes up, I’m not going to cower and tip toe out of her home like a one night stand, not that we actually even went as far to have sex, but that’s besides the point. Suck it up Violet, deal with your own actions.

An hour and a half later Larissa woke alone in her crimson sheets, the sun fully risen and her dark curtains flowing the slightest bit from wintery breeze. Completely dazed at the sight she sat up and slid her feet into the flats she had beside her bed and stood grasping the satin tan coloured robe off the same arm chair as my clothes had rested on. Before making her way to the curtains, out the corner of her eye Larissa’s reflection from the wall mirror was what caught her attention, she internally berated herself with almost walking out looking the way she did, her little bedside clock read 7:46am and again she scolded herself for sleeping in. Quickly she shifted to something more presentable only her face and hair changed, her lips painted a blood red and eyes meticulously covered in natural looking eye shadow and mascara, her hair pulled into a neat low bun.

Drawing back the curtain, there sat on the balcony was me watching over the rail with my feet tucked under myself and a monotone expression washed over my face, Larissa didn’t hesitate to open the door and step outside. I knew she was there, of course, I could hear her, I sat in silence not really knowing what to say. It was a good minute of silence once she sat down opposite the small metal table. “How did you sleep?” Is what I came up with to break the quietness, even though I tried rehearsing what to say for the past hour and a half. “Well, and you?” She said almost if she had barbed wire wrapped around her neck preventing her from sounding sure. Ok so it’s like that. “Fine…” I began. “do you… uh- remember-.” I continued. “Yes.” She said hardly letting me finish. “Right…” I trailed. Another beat of silence. “Do you regret it?” She asked quietly. I paused really thinking about how to answer, I’m sure she did, regret it I mean- I don’t know… I’m kinda lost. “If you do then I suppose, but if not…” I started. “If not?” She asked actually looking at me, we had both avoided eye contact until this moment. “If not then I guess no, I wouldn’t regret it.”

Larissa relaxed into the chair and I was as stiff as a board, did she just basically say she wanted it to happen or am I reading into it too much? I looked back down the railing wondering why there were no students, it’s a Saturday, surely kids would be out and about. “I’m afraid I slept in to late to bid them all farewell, they all went home for the Christmas holidays.” She said as if she could read my mind. “And the staff?” I wondered. “Yes, them to, it’s just me.” Does she not have a family to go home to? Why would she still be here? I nodded at her statement as the cold wind started to pick up causing me to shiver, how she’s not dying of hypothermia because of her lack of layers I don’t know.

“I have to go soon, I need to go to one of the houses I’m renovating and polish a bench top.” I said tucking my hands into the pocket of my jumper. “Oh.” She said. Why does she look disappointed? I sat staring at her releasing that she is now in fact alone and will be for a while. It was always hard for Larissa at this time of year, no matter how much work she’d get done she still had to prepare and consolidate with others for the next year. I feel like saying could you possibly imagin spending all this time alone especially around Christmas, but I won’t because then I’d be a hypocrite.

“Would you like to come with me?” I asked not even registering what I asked until it was too late. “Oh I would want to be a bother.” She said. “You wouldn’t, no one’s going to be there, if your not to busy.” I said as if I was completely confident. “Sure, I suppose I can miss working for a day.” She said. Recounting back to the previous micro conversation I spoke again. “What time did they all leave? Surely we would have heard them.” Larissa quirked a brow. “I thought for someone who knows all about a house and buildings infer structure that you would know it’s not easy to hear through two and a half feet of stone.” She spoke with a hint of sass and a whole lot of tease.

I was taken a back at her new found tone. “Well then headmistress, do tell me what else you know about my job you seem oh so knowledgeable about it.” I quipped, sharing her mirthful voice. “Oh no I mustn’t continue, I might put you out of a job.” She smiled with her eye’s playfully glaring. “Oh shut up, don’t start something you can’t finish.” I said laughing, finally letting myself gradually come down from the nervous high. “You never know, I might know more than you think…” she said with a chesty giggle. “Fine, Larissa can you tell me what a Kimberly large is?” I spoke coming to a stand and towering over her sitting position. Nothing, I could see that all she could come up with was blank, nada, not a clue. “What in gods earth is that?” She asked after accepting defeat. I stepped away and walked back to the door, turning looking at her over my shoulder I said. “It’s a cutlery tray.” With the most innocent expression known to man. Well woman.

Larissa stood from the table with a smile plastered to her lips and headed back into the room as well. “Sorry for leaving the door open by the way, I overthought it because if I close it you wouldn’t know I was out there and if I open the curtains then you would wake up, but then I really didn’t think about how cold it is and I needed some air- so… sorry.” I said in a rushed voice. “Don’t worry about it vi.” She said in a sweet tone. “Ok well if I’m to come with you I’ll need to get changed.” She explained knowingly. “Right.” I turned on my heels and left the room to put on my boots and wait for her.

Stepping out into the room Larissa was in the most beautiful dress I’ve seen on her yet, even prettier than the one she wore to my house that time for dinner, it was just past the knee and was an adorable shade of pink that complimented her complexion, she had a matching coat that had fake white fur around the perimeter of the sleeve cuffs. I don’t even think of a snide remark about the fact we’re only going to someone’s house for me to work, I’m more worried about her getting it dirty and ruining the expensive fabric, but who cares I will always encourage her to look incredible, suitable for the conditions or not, if she’s happy I’m happy, I don’t think it’s physically possible for Larissa to not look good anyway.

“What? To much?” She asked wearily. “Absolutely not it’s stunning, just don’t get dirty now will you headmistress.” I said cheekily. Larissa rolled her eyes and adorned her gloves. Opening the door she looks back at her new desk again and smiles, we set off down stairs and made our way to the truck and drove down the nevermore driveway. “Are you hungry?” She asked. “Not really I don’t usually eat until lunchtime, but we can get you something.” I said. “No I’m ok, I just thought maybe you wanted something.” She said looking out of the passenger window. We sat in comfortable silence until we reached town, although I felt like I was slowly suffocating from my thoughts, terrible thoughts, horrible thoughts. I had to keep averting my side eyed gaze at her porcelain thighs, Larissa’s dress rode up and her coat fell to the sides of her gorgeous legs and my god. Keep it together.

Driving down a few back roads we arrived at the house, getting out I paced straight to the mailbox to get the spare key. Larissa followed behind and waited patiently for me to open the door, the house its self wasn’t overly wowing but it was quaint and homey, perfect for a younger family or older couple. “Ok wait here and I’ll go get my stuff.” I said exiting the house. Larissa took in the interior and thought it was sweet, charming in fact, she wandered through the empty halls watching her step on the drop sheets that lay on the floor, the walls were freshly painted with a light grey and the ceilings weren’t finished yet due to electrical issues with the lights, she walked into the first room she could find to take a moment to slow her rapidly beating heart, it turns out Larissa was quite flustered from the car ride too, and the morning in general.

“Larissa?” I yelled. I could hear her heals coming down the hall. “Hey, I got you these just be careful with your earrings.” I said holding out my pink pair of earmuffs. “Oh thank you, that’s thoughtful.” She said quietly as she slipped them on, her earrings did get caught and I tried to help her. “Here, let me help.” I practically launched myself towards her, I grasped one of the sides and tucked her ear in place trying my best not to hurt her. We were standing so close and my eyes wandered from the side of her head to her cheek and around to her lips, I slowly put down my hands and place them on her hips, I could feel her breath on my cheek. Kiss her, but remember Violet. Slowly I started to lean in, but as my eyes flicked up to see hers, they were already trained on me, in an instant I tense up and take a step back clearing my throat, now looking as red as a tomato.

I gave a shy smile and took in her appearance again. “You look cute.” I mimed, knowing how hard it is to hear with them on. Larissa also displayed a little smile with a light blush, she could hear her pulse in her ears clearly now and the butterflies in her stomach were going wild. I put on my spare pair of earmuffs and started the process of polishing the bench. Larissa watched in awe as it began to shine, but she wasn’t just looking at the material itself she also watch how my hands flexed around the machine and my shoulders moved in tandem with the actions. I could feel her eyes on me and I tried my best to not turn around.

Cutting the polisher off I spun on the spot and waved her over, I grabbed her forearm and pulled her to stand in front on me and place her hands on the machine so she could have a turn. What a stupid idea. My hands were on hers and I turned it on again continuing my ministrations, however the only thing I could think of was how her ass was pressing into my stomach and thighs, for a while everything was fine but when she turned and gave me her award winning smile and nose scrunch I just melted. Before either of us got hurt I turned the polisher of and took off my earmuffs placing them on the bench, Larissa did the same carefully talking them off her head, as I turned to face her again, Larissa looked at me for a moment then grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me, like really kissed me.

I was in shock but didn’t pull away- why would I? it was rough and urgent but fuck it was delicious, she was delicious. Larissa manoeuvred me to sit on top of the counter without breaking the kiss, I hopped up and fisted the sides of her dress and the plush skin that’s hidden beneath it, I felt her tongue lick at the the seem of my lips and with out hesitation I let her enter and explore my mouth. Her hands gently scratched at my scalp before she trailed them down the front of my jumper, her delicate fingers moving tantalisingly slow over my breasts as I grope her ass. Just as she went lower towards my stomach, I pulled back breathless with my eyes closed I, couldn’t see the look on her face as I did so.

Larissa stoped her movements and placed her palms on my thighs, she too was breathing quite heavily, the whole situation was so intense more so now that I pulled back, I didn’t want to but I can’t let her feel the parts of myself that I’m so ashamed of. Her thumbs stroke at my legs in a reassuring manner and her head ducked ever so slightly to catch my attention since I peeled my eyes open. “Sorry… um, we should get going now.” I said quietly it almost echoed through the empty house- it certainly echoed through Larissa’s mind, she was taken aback and so confused, but if I needed to stop, she wouldn’t begrudge me of that.

I quickly pack up my stuff and walked back to the truck in silence, safe to say I felt like shit, I don’t want to offend her in anyway because she’s perfect, beautiful, incredible in every sense of the word and I’m just… well, me. Turning the keys in the ignition and setting off again, I glanced at her fidgeting hands in her lap, hesitantly I placed my own on top of one of hers, Larissa looked at me directly as my eyes were trained on the road, my expression displayed a huge amount of guilt. She was watching me so intensely try to wrap her head around what’s going on in mine, I turned to her and really looked into her eyes as an apology, as a ‘it’s not you it’s me’ kind of look, she engaged the silent conversation with ‘it’s ok’ while also cracking a little smile. I returned my eyes to the road and never let go of her hand.

“Oh, see that house over there? It’s my dream home!” I said excitedly, my eyes lit up and my demeanour changed drastically. “That horrid, run down, abandoned looking one? I don’t even want to ask why.” She chuckled. “Look at it though, it has sooo much potential, imagine all of the work I could do to fix it up, it could be beautiful, and its would be massive on the inside.” I said, Larissa looked at me as if I were insane, to be fair if someone said they wanted to live in a shit hole like that I’d be pretty perplexed to. “Mm I can see that now…I suppose.” She hummed watching it fade from view, after a short couple of minutes we made it back to the work shop where I put away the truck and ushered Larissa to my personal car that stayed there overnight.

Without asking I went strait home in dying need of a shower and led Larissa to take purchase in the lounge room to wait, politely I offered her a drink in which she asked for a tea, I made it and placed it on the coffee table beside her. “Thank you darling.” She whispered smiling up at me once I straightened up. “I’ll be out in a minute.” I said leaving her to go to my room. Larissa sat in comfortable silence casually sipping on the drink, before she set it back down she took ahold of the poetry book that still remained in its previous place, as she opened it there were lots of little sheer sticky notes on the pages, only scanning through the highlighted ones there was one in particular she read over and over.

‘She was beautiful, but not like those girls in magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.

She is beautiful.’

Larissa kept going throughout the book to relise they were all pertaining to women, it gave her enough satisfaction to know that I did take an interest to woman and that she wasn’t the only one.

Out of the shower, I reapplied light make up and dressed in baggy casual clothes -because I don’t have anything else- and stepped back out into her presence, Larissa set the book back in place before I could see and stood up walking towards me. “Do you want me to take you back now? Or do you want to go somewhere or watch a movie?” I asked. “A film sounds lovely.” She said. “Would you rather out here or in my room?” I questioned. “Where ever you’d like.” She answered. I turned and motioned for her to enter my room, she took off her heels, shed herself from her coat and left it on the floor beside her shoes and sat on the edge of the bed.

I let Larissa flick through Netflix, she’d look at one, contemplate it, watch the trailer, then move to the next one, It wasn’t a bother, it gave me more time to unabashedly watch her. While her eyes were glued to the screen I inched my hand closer to hers and lightly fiddled with her fingers, observing red painted nails against slightly chipped pink ones, our hand were close in size but her fingers were skinnier than mine, ultimately shes skinnier then me in every way. So lost in deep thought my hand traveled up her arm and to her shoulder, then neck, then face. Larissa was doing everything within her to not move, she didn’t want it to end, she was so afraid that if she breathed to hard I would stop.

Snapping back to reality I didn’t pull away, I tried to embrace it, that I did. I grasped the remote in her hand and crawled slowly to straddle her lap, though I didn’t sit on her I mearly hovered, I’m far too heavy for her. Larissa kept her body still and only moved her eyes. “I dont know what I’m doing.” I said quietly, I had her face in my hands and peered deeply into her cobalt eyes. “That’s ok sweetheart, you don’t need to… but, what do you want?” She asked at the same level of voice. For a moment I thought of how to say what I want. “I… I’d like to-uh… I want to touch you.” I said sounding like an inexperienced teenager with a burning blush. “Then touch me.” She said, her pupils dilated and her voice dripping with seduction.

But of course Violet does something stupid and starts to have a minor panic attack. Larissa’s expression turned concerned, she slung her arms around my neck, pulled me flush against her and stroked at my damp hair. “It’s ok, your alright.” She cooed in my ear, my hands and thighs were trembling and burning from clenching the muscles in my legs to stop me from putting my weight on her. Slowly I pulled back. “I need to tell you something.” I said shakily, I know I have to, she needs to understand what the fuck is wrong with me. Larissa nodded and waited patiently for my breathing to slow and to take a pause to muster up the courage of what I’m about to say. You haven’t spoke about this for 15 years Violet, what makes you think she’ll care?

“I’m not sure how you’re going to feel about this but…” I took in another deep breath. “When I was 20, I met a man and we fell in love…” Larissa nodded for me to continue. “We were together for 3 years and by the time I was 23, we were engaged. We wanted to start a family before we got married…” I said, Larissa’s brows knitted together wondering where I was going with this. “So… we tried to have a baby, but after a while, it wasn’t working. I went to the doctor and I was told that-.” I cut myself off to restrain any and all tears. “I was told I couldn’t have children, that I’m infertile.” I said. Larissa thinking I was finished told me that’s ok and that she’s very sorry for how unfortunate that is. “It doesn’t change my view on you though Violet.” She said brushing the hair out of my face.

“But… he thought he wasn’t trying hard enough.” I continued, Larissa’s face and stomach dropped at the statement. “So, he tried harder, more frequently, longer.” I said flinching at my own words. “And when he got tired of it… he threw me away. He told me I was useless and selfish for not being able to give him kids, and then two weeks later he told me that he got another woman pregnant.” I said filling with a little bit of relief as I finally let it out. Larissa was utterly dumbfounded, she sat in shock hardly knowing how to comprehend what I just said. “That’s why I moved to Jericho 15 years ago.” I added. “And… since then, I haven’t- been with anyone else.”

Oh. She thought, this makes so much sense now, Larissa understands how this is an issue for me and considers how I must be feeling. “I’m so unbelievably sorry that happened to you darling. I’m so proud that you told me. But I still remain unfazed, I will not hold you to a different light because of your past, I do not begrudge you of something that has been done to you and happened to you… I promise, it actually makes me more akin to you sweetheart.” She said softly.

I took the opportunity to smash my lips against hers, so full of passion, so full of love, on my behalf anyway. Our teeth and tongues clashing together being completely in sync, the both of us let out breathy moans from the pleasure, Larissa grasped the sides of my thighs and pushed me down to completely sit on her, uncomfortably I did so and without her disrupting asking me to get off I stayed there. In a bound of confidence I pulled her flush against me to access the zip of her dress, she let me drag it down the expanse of her back and pull it down her shoulders, pulling away from the kiss I observed her bra clad breasts and my mouth practically watered from the sight alone.

She reached behind her to unclasp her white lace bra watching me the whole time, the slid the straps down her shoulders and removed it completely and tossed it to the other side of the bed. My eyes flicked down and her breasts were on full view, I brought my hand up to her chest and palmed them slowly, Larissa’s head lulled to the side and let her eyes flutter close. Her skin was so soft and so smooth compared to the skin of my hands, but she didn’t seem to care. I leaned in closer to kiss her shoulder then eventually up her neck and jaw. Larissa tugged at the hem of my shirt wanting me to take it off. I pulled back yet again and lifted it half way before I paused to meet her gaze. She nodded and I continued to strip it off.

My own red bra was displayed in front of her, Larissa’s breath hitched as she took in the sight, my blush returned and all I could do was cover my stomach. I wasn’t too phased at my own breasts and the stretch marks on them at this moment, from the way she was staring I couldn’t tell if she was repulsed or just looking, she removed my arms from in front of me and her sight lowered to my stomach, obviously if we are to continue she’d have to see but all I wanna do is put my shirt back on.

Larissa traced her fingertips along my sides and hummed in what seemed to be delight. “So pretty.” She muttered. “I’m sorry.” I said at the same time, she looked at me through heavy lidded eyes. “What for?” She asked. “Well I’m not as beautiful as you, I’m sorry that if you want to stop because of it.” I said. “Fuck no Violet. Look at you, you’re curvy and delicious, you’re so sexy my darling... Do you want your know my favourite part?” She whispered leaning into my ear. “Yes.” I answered. “These, and this.” Larissa’s fingers danced over the stretch marks of my breasts and stomach. Internally my insides were fluttering and heat pulled at the apex of my core.

“Can I take this off?” She asked referring to my bra. I let her remove it, as a little gasp left her lips I once again took the opportunity to kiss her again. I couldn’t stop myself from bucking my hips into hers looking for friction to grind down on. Larissa clamped her hand on my hips and roughly guided me back and forth across her thighs whilst simultaneously diving into my chest with her mouth, she latched her lips around my left bud and sucked hard causing me to arch into her more and throw my head back in pleasure. She didn’t forget to give the other attention either.

I got off her lap and asked her to lay down, as she did so I ripped off her dress that was still wrapped around her waist and unceremoniously tossed it aside. Larissa’s stomach was pale and soft much like her breasts all I want to do is mark and bite it, I sat between her parted legs and hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and rushed to get them off her long legs, I couldn’t slow down even if I wanted to, she’s like a drug or aphrodisiac that runs freely within my veins. Her pussy now on full display and her body at my mercy, I looked down at her, my own lust exuding and at that moment we both knew this wasn’t going to be sweet or timid, it wasn’t going to be gentle. It was going to be rough and urgent. It was going to be sinful and nether of us could stop it. I’ve depraved myself for far too long long and I can’t push her away.

Making myself comfortable on my knees and bending to level with her heat, I gave her one last look before latching onto her clit. The moan she let out was almost pornographic and only made my own pussy contract around nothing and leave me with ruined underwear. Larissa fisted the sheets beside her with one hand and with the other she gripped my hair pushing my face into her impossibly harder, she ground down on my face searching for more. I gazed through my lashes to view her blissed out face and kiss swollen lips, like I said, it’s not possible for her to ever be unattractive.

She made eye contact with me and slightly controlled her face more to clearly see through her hazy eyes. I brought my hand up to her entrance and carried on with my assault on her clit, sitting up a little I made sure she could see what I’m doing, I held up a finger, then another, then another, clearly signalling three. With those three fingers I wiped up her folds before entering every single one at the same time, she hissed and her eyes rolled towards the back of her head, the sight of her was just as pleasurable as what I’m giving her. “Fuck… oh fuck yes.” She moaned.

After her third orgasm she pushed me away from her overstretched and over simulated core, crawling back up her body I left red and purple marks on her otherwise untouched stomach and sternum. Larissa yanked me up to her face and kissed me again using her tongue to taste herself. “Your turn.” She growled flipping me over onto my back, Larissa undid the drawstring of my pants and shimmied them of my legs along with my underwear, I hadn’t even realised I used my hands to cover my stomach again, not until she lifted them of and kissed my palms and placed them on her shoulders. Larissa sat on my lap and used her nails to graze over my arms and sides, this was only the beginning, she tormented and teased for a long time before she couldn’t refuse the inevitable.

Panting out of control and sweating to high heaven, we lay side by side completely naked and exhausted. Larissa stood from the bed and walked into my ensuite with her hips swaying, I sat up wondering why she left. She’s probably touching up her make up and getting ready to leave. I thought, a melancholy feeling filled me and I reached for my t-shirt and slipped it back over my head. Hopping off the bed as well I pick up the strewn clothes and place them nicely on the end of the bed. I smiled at the thought of what just happened, Larissa was so beautiful with her smudged lipstick and mascara, the tremble in her limbs when she came, the way she looked at me when I came undone, even the little bits of hair that came loose to frame her face. Larissa was more than this though, she deserved more, something more domestic, more beautiful than a passionate fuck I suppose. Larissa deserves home cooked meals and hand holding in the street, she’s worth the efforts that a romantic relationship includes, like bathing together and eating together or having someone she loves’ chest to lay on. I think the worst part is that I know I’m not that person.

Larissa walked out of the bathroom with a wet cloth and looked at me quizzically. “What are you doing?” She asked. I stood back from the bed and cracked my knuckles nervously, avoiding the art work I stained her body with. “I thought you wanted to leave… I was just picking up your clothes so they didn’t get to creased.” I said looking to the ground. Larissa paced towards me grasping my arm and pushing me to lay back down. I followed her silent instruction but was confused as to why she started to lift my shirt again. “What are you doing?” I whispered. “Cleaning you up.” She answered. It felt like the air was knocked out of my lungs at her statement. Tears threatened to spill from the corners of my eyes, Larissa spread my knees and started to gently wipe away the accumulated arousal.

She sat folding the material continuously and cleaned me until she was satisfied. Her eyes moved to looked at mine and her self satisfactory smile faded once she saw my burning cheeks and wet eyes. “Oh what’s the matter?” She asked tossing the rag to the door way of the ensuite and cupping my face. “No-.” I stuttered. “No one’s…” Larissa’s brows raised trying to understand. “Nobody’s ever done that for me before.” I said chocking on my uneven breath. “Oh darling.” She said dragging my body up to hers embracing me tightly.

Larissa looked at me like I was the most fragile thing in the universe, I hated it, I wish I wasn’t like this. A while later we decided on a movie and snuggled under the covers, she stroked at my hair and giggled at the screen from time to time, I didn’t give a fuck about the tv, to be in this moment with her was so for filling and wholesome. I pondered for a second before letting myself ask the question. “Larissa?” I started. “Mmm?” She hummed looking down at me. “I was wondering if you would like to come away with me after Christmas?” I said hoping she would but trying to come to terms with the possibility she’d say no. “Yes.” She said with a grin. Oh. “I have to go to my parents houses, dads for the first week then mums for a week… if you’re not comfortable with that-.” She nodded enthusiastically and said. “Yes I will, what day do we leave?” I looked at her wondering why she seems so excited but continued anyway. “The 27th, my sister’s are gonna be there and my nieces, which is nice I haven’t seen them for a long time.” I said. Larissa agreed and was looking forward to it, and of course she started to make a mental list of what to pack.

For the rest of the afternoon we stayed in bed and went through countless amounts of movies and whatever snacks I had in my pantry. She sat in my clothes, in my bed, in my room, in my home, Larissa to me felt like she belonged there, like this is exactly where she’s supposed to be, because to be honest I’m really being to think she is my home, Larissa weems owns it all though, all the materialistic things I own from the things in my house to the clothes I wear on my back as well as my heart and soul and if she wanted me to I’d kill myself if she asked. I love her more than anything. perhaps it is more personal than it is professional, but that’s the tragic part isn’t it?

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Ooh ooh you're taking request again!?

I enjoy everything that you write, the smut, the fluff, the ANGST! AMAZING!!

Something I would like to see, if possible, is some more sub Larissa. She's definitely a more dominant person but I can picture her being so unsure and almost timid at the prospect that she just needs all the directions. And some wonderful aftercare obviously!

If none of this tickles your fancy, I have a simple question for you: what is your favourite rock/precious stone/gem/crystal? (I'm such a nerd for that shit and love to know what people like lol)

Again, absolutely love everything you write, you are amazing and just keep on slaying!

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Authors Note: Does petrified wood count as a favorite rock? I also keep stone figures in my wallet for protection. I don't know their exact stone composition but I keep a gargoyle, a bear, and a small pig.

Is this really happening?

This was the same question running through your mind as you kissed Larissa Weems on her living room couch. You often found yourselves unwinding together after a long week by sharing a bottle of wine and chatting about the frustrations you both endured. Tonight was a little different as Larissa had leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

While you weren't opposed to kissing Larissa, the action came out of nowhere. Now that you had the taste of her lipstick and red wine on your tongue, you needed more. You brought a hand to the back of her head, keeping her lips pressed to yours before she could pull away. Larissa smiled against your lips and brought a hand to your face, delighted you reciprocated her feelings.

The kissing was slow and hesitant, both of you nervous to how far you could go. When you parted, Larissa ran her tongue along her bottom lip, savoring the final taste of you. Her sultry eyes and heavy breathing caused the words to tumble from your lips, “God, you’re incredible.”

She took the glass of wine from your hands and placed it on the coffee table next to hers. Larissa was full of surprises tonight as she moved to stand before you, pulled her skirt up around her waist and straddled your lap. You didn’t have enough time to even think about her actions after she began kissing you once more.

Your lips left hers first, beginning to savor each kiss you pressed to her jawline, trailing your way down to her neck. Larissa tilted her head back, offering you as much access to her neck as you wanted. You wanted nothing more than to make her feel incredible. A low moan in her throat drew your words from your mouth before you could even think, "Why don't you sit back and relax? I want to make you feel good..."

Larissa hummed in delight at your words, her hands tangled in your hair. She gave your hair a light tug, prying your lips from her neck so she could look into your eyes, her blue hues boring into yours, "Mmm... What are you going to do to me?"

"I-I-I want to taste you. I want to make you cum. I want-" Your heart began to race. She was so beautiful and the way she looked at you made the words catch in your throat, but once you began stating your fantasies, you remembered to check in with her, "Can I?"

Larissa's gaze broke away from yours and a blush began creeping across her cheeks. Never did she expect you to be so forthright with the things you wanted to do. With a deep breath, she slid off your lap onto the cushion next to you, "Yes, please."

You take her hands in yours and slide to the floor in front of her, hoping to ease whatever nervousness she felt, "Like I said, I just want to make you feel good... So if you need me to do anything or stop, just say so."

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Larissa's lips as she nodded. In response, you pull her hands to your lips, pressing kisses to the backs of them and turning them over to press a kiss to both of her palms. You wanted to make her feel as comfortable as possible offering up this control to you. Drawing one of her legs up, you press kisses up her shin, working your way up to her knee before stopping and restarting the process on her other leg.

Glancing up to Larissa, you could see that she had leaned back against the couch and was now staring up at the ceiling, her chest heaving with each press of your lips. You rest your hands on her knees, checking in with her once more, "Would you like me to keep going?"

"Yes, yes, yes.." Larissa was embarrassed at how overzealous she sounded, but you were grateful for it. Pushing her legs apart, you are finally given a view of her black panties. You are still in no rush, pressing slow, tender kisses to the insides of her thighs. Larissa couldn't help but squirm as the throbbing between her legs became more and more intense.

"What do you want from me...?" You whisper, your hands coming up to grasp at her upper thigh, thumbs making circles on the insides of her legs, achingly close to her heat.

"Please touch me... touch me- touch me with your tongue..." Larissa was unsure of how to ask you properly to eat her out. Not often did she have romantic interests who were so intent on taking control and pleasuring her. Regardless, you were happy to oblige her request.

Teasingly, you dip your head down between her legs, pushing her legs apart even further, so you could press a kiss against her covered pussy. Larissa released a heavy breath that turned into a hiss of frustration You didn't even have to ask and Larissa began to beg, "Please.. don't tease me... Please, I need it..."

Hooking your fingers around the waistband of her underwear, Larissa brought her legs together and lifted her hips, happy to help you in any way to get them off her body. You drag them down her legs and drop them to the side, smirking as Larissa opened her legs nice and wide for you once more. From the way she stared down at you, biting the inside of her lips, you could tell she was anxious for you to begin, "I'll go nice and slow and you just tell me what you want."

Larissa nodded once more, throwing her head back to stare at the ceiling and await your touch with growing anticipation, "Mhmm..."

Pushing two fingers between her folds, you drag them through her wetness until you reach her clit, circling it gently, "How's this?"

"More..." Larissa moaned, backing her hips into your hand searching out more of your touch. That was all the response you needed to remove your fingers and lower your lips to her heat, dragging your tongue along the same path. You hadn't even reached her clit when Larissa wove her hands into your hair and pulled you close enough to grind her hips against your mouth. She was absolutely desperate for you.

You were happy to lap at her clit eagerly, drawing more whines from her throat. Larissa's hips grinded and bucked into your mouth, but you continued licking and sucking feverishly. Your name began rolling of her tongue, over and over again with each pleasurable shockwave that rippled through her body.

With every lap of your tongue, her intense arousal was evident, so you saw it time to push a finger inside of her, causing her to gasp aloud. Pumping your finger in and out twice, you realized how wet and ready she already was for you that you added another to fill her up. Larissa gasped in response, her hips pushing down into the couch.

Now working in tandem, fingering and licking, Larissa inched her way closer to orgasm, her whimpers giving way to full moans and groans of pleasure. Larissa was a puddle under your touch, desperate for you to make her cum.

You curl your fingers and suck on her clit and Larissa began to writhe beneath you. You could feel her clenching around your fingers, indicating she was tipping over the edge. The way she cried your name was furthering your own arousal. Her thighs squeezed shut when she came and Larissa attempted to control herself enough to not hurt you, but the waves of pleasure were intense and unexpected.

She was still coming down off her orgasm when she reached down for you. Larissa took your face in her hands, drawing you up as she bent down to press a passionate kiss to your lips, swiping a tongue over your bottom lip to taste herself. Pulling away Larissa hummed and bit her lip, staring down at your lips for a moment, "Perhaps I should let you try on my strap..."

[jeanette-luminia]

Hi!! can I request a Larissa x teacher!reader with a really shy reader but is also a people pleaser. Basically reader finally asks Larissa out on a date. Reader wanted it to be the best date ever so they planned a lot but Larissa completely forgets. And I mean like maybe a few days have passed and she still hasn’t remembered because of work. Reader doesn’t want to make a fuss so acts okay but also avoids Larissa a little until one day, Marilyn (just Marilyn) who is reader’s best friend who was maybe away for a conference comes back and asks Larissa how the big date went and Larissa panics and apologizes to reader and asks for a second chance. Fluffy ending please. Thank you!!

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 || 𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑨 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑴𝑺

a/n: I got kinda lazy at the end but hopefully this is good!

It's a rare sight for you to stand up and walk with confidence. You’d rather be quiet, having the sound of nature,  maybe reading in the library, hidden amongst the people. Going out of your way just to please people even with your shy demeanor. Preferably, you’d help through the shadows, not wanting to draw out attention.

You prefer that way.

Meeting Larissa Weems didn’t exactly help with this case. Ever since working at Nevermore Academy, meeting her was either a blessing or a curse. You were absolutely smitten with her, helping her with work and the students.

God, it was love at first sight. But it truly wasn’t.

You gradually fell for her, and each moment you spent time with her made you fall into an inevitable pit that is called love. A pit you fall deeper and deeper into the abyss. Every time you try to hide it, and when she shows up, all the walls you’ve built around it crumble.

She stood in the middle of the garden of Nevermore, shoulders slacked and hair untied. Still, in her usual working clothes, she relaxed amid the night. You bask in all her beauty.

“It’s quite late to be here, Principal Weems.” Larissa turned around and smiled.

“I could say the same thing, Dear.” You always hated how her endearment affects you, those simple words made your knees weak.

You averted your eyes away from her. “I just have something on my mind.”

“I could say the same thing." She said, "Now, what's troubling you?"

You shook your head. "It's nothing, Principal—" 

"Call me Larissa, we're alone." 

"As I said, It's nothing." You gently retorted. The cold wind brushed against both of you, shivering from the cold night.

"You're cold." 

"I'm fine."

"You'll catch a cold."

You wished to fight back, wanting more time with her, but it's in the midst of October, and the weather has been getting colder as winter is soon coming.

"Okay." She gave you a small bow and headed off to guess her office. You strike confidence, it’s now or never.

“Can I take you out?” she paused, turning around to see if she heard it right. “Say that again?” Her tone was never offended or anything, she was curious. Her lips curled up slowly.

Feeling a heat creep up to your cheeks as you play with the hem of your clothes. “Can I take you out? Like on a date?”

“Okay,” She said, not breaking eye contact with you, while you were barely keeping it.

“How does Friday at 6 pm sound?”

“Let's do that.”

Suddenly, the night wasn’t as cold as it was.

You wanted everything to be perfect, setting up the date and making a reservation in a secluded restaurant in Jericho. You even asked your friend, Marilyn for help, as she was the one who wanted you to confess already.

You stood just around the corner of Weathervane waiting for Larissa. 5:50 PM.

You dolled up, wanting to impress her, but god you should have chosen much shorter heels than a three-inch one, your feet already want to give up. But you perceive, wanting to keep this date.

Twenty minutes passed, and she was nowhere to be seen. You can see the stares of others, pitying you as if you’ve been stood up. But you kept waiting.

Minutes turned into an hour, the Weathervane was closing, and you’d been standing on the sidewalk for more than an hour in these god-horrendous heels. You sighed, feeling defeated, and pulled out your phone to cancel the reservation.

You could tell the lady behind the door felt pity for you. You hated being pitied.

After hours of standing, you walked away from where you were once standing. Removing the heels and opting to walk barefoot till you arrive at your apartment. Feeling an overwhelming feeling that builds up, making your tears swell up with tears. You were thankful that there aren’t people in the streets anymore.

You sobbed quietly, vigorously wiping the tears away. That night, the cold was harsh.

Monday came into the picture. No calls, no texts, no nothing. You received nothing from her. Seeing how packed her schedule was, you opted not to consult her about this. This isn’t as important as work. You can understand.

Marilyn happily walked to the corridor of Nevermore after her two days for a conference. She knocked on Larissa’s door and entered as she heard her words come in.

“Good morning Principal Weems, here are the papers from the conference.”

“Thank you, Ms. Thornhill.” She smiled, taking the papers in her hands and giving them a quick look.

“If I could ask, How was your date?”

She paused, slowly looking up at her. “Date? I don’t believe I went to—” she felt a lump in her throat. The date. The date she had agreed to two days ago. “Fuck.”

“Don’t tell me you forgot?” She retorted, seeing the guilt on Larissa’s face.

“I didn’t mean to, I was too involved with work I–” she tried to make up excuses, but she knew it was not worth listening to. “That was two days ago.”

Larissa buried her head in her hands, shame and guilt build up. She heard Marilyn sigh, slightly afraid of what she'd say.

“Go apologize to them, she probably locked herself in their office.” Larissa stood up, but before heading out, Marilyn called her.

“Principal Weems.”

“Yes?”

“I’ll let it slide this time. There won’t be next time.” her voice was stern.

She smiled slightly. “Then I won’t waste your kindness.” After that, she heads out to find you.

Once she arrived in front of your office, she felt nervous. Her hands were trembling, feeling a lump in her throat. Before she could knock, your door opened. After two days without seeing you, she saw slight changes in your appearance.

The bags are under your eyes even though you desperately try to hide them with makeup. The way your back is hunched back, and trying your hardest to go through your day.

“Oh. Larissa, What brings you here?” you asked even though you already know.

“Can we go inside?” You opened the door wider, welcoming her into your office. She mouthed ‘Thank you’ as she walked inside.

You closed the doors and turned your attention to her. “So…”

You play with your finger, eyes on your shoes. Even though it wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t help but avoid her gaze.

She cautiously approaches you. “I’m sorry dear. I’m sorry for making you wait for nothing, I’m sorry for not showing up. I got caught up with work and I know it's ridiculous. I mean, I didn’t contact you for two days but believe me, I am sorry for what I did.” she slowly reached into your hands and intertwined them with hers.

“I’m sorry love, if I could turn back time I would leave my work and go on a date with you.” She paused, taking a deep breath. “If you would like to give me a chance, will you go on a date with me?” her eyes say nothing but guilt and hope. Hope that you will take up the offer.

“You won’t be late?” you asked softly.

She smiled. “I won’t.”

“You won’t leave me alone?”

She brings you into an embrace, slowly petting your head and planting a kiss. “I never wish to leave you alone again.”

© 𝐋𝐔𝐕-𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐃 - all rights reserved. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate. please ask me first then credit me once you shared my work to other platforms.

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Shes a Sleepy Softie

Pairings: Weems x Thornhill x reader (platonic)

Word count: 3K

Summary: You have been hacking trouble sleeping and the teachers finally find out.

TW: insomnia (I guess), Exhaustion, passing out (kinda?)

A/n This is cute.

It's not that you found botany boring, the opposite in fact, but you were so tired. To say you hadn’t been sleeping well this past week would be an understatement. Ms Thornhill was stood at the front writing on the board and drawing diagrams. But the way you laid your head down on the desk was almost involuntary. In this new position, with you head resting on your folded arms on top of the table the battle to stay awake grew so much harder.

Mentally you reasoned you would be able to get the notes from Yoko at the end of the day when the two of you were back in your shared dorm. Your eyelids drooped and you gave in to the temptation of sleep letting it wash over you. Your breathing began to slow and become more even. Your pens and pencils, notebook and bag were a mess on the table, but you trusted Yoko to wake you up in time for class to end.

Ms Thornhill had just assigned a worksheet and gone to sit back at her desk. She glanced over the classroom, her gaze settled on you. She sighed mildly annoyed, standing she walked over to your desk and stood beside you. Her hand reached out to rub your shoulder to wake you up, but a voice stopped her.

“I wouldn’t recommend that Ms thornhill.” Yoko said not looking up from her notes.

“And why would that be Yoko?” Ms Thornhill said letting her hand fall back to her side.

“She hasn’t been sleeping this past week. Im honestly surprised it took this long for her to drop.” She said finally meeting the teachers concerned gaze.

“At all?”

“Maybe about an hour since last Monday.” Yoko shrugged. “I wanted to tell someone, but she begged me.”

“Good god thats not enough. Thank you for letting me know. I’m going to step outside to make a call to get her excused from classes for the day. I trust you to keep an eye on her.” she said, and Yoko nodded.

Ms Thornhill walked to the classroom door glancing back at your sleeping from before turning the door-handle and stepping into the hall. She fished her phone out of her pocket and scrolled through her contacts. Finding the principal number, she listened to the dial ring.

“This is principal Weems.” The headmistress answered.

“Hi Larissa.”

“Hello Marilyn whats the matter? I believe you have a class now, correct?”

“Yes. Yes, i do. I was wondering if i could have Ms L/n excused from classes for the day?”

“Y/n?”

“Yes.”

“Is she ok? Whats the matter?”

“Yoko has informed me she hasn’t been sleeping this past week. She finally fell asleep in class and i was hoping to let her have the rest of the day off to catch up on sleep.��

“Certainly. However, I will come get her when class ends, there’s nobody to supervise the dorms right now and i have an idea to assist her. Please also keep Ms Tanaka there when class is dismissed. I will be down soon.”

“Thank you, Larissa.”

“Anytime Marilyn.”

the two hung up and the teacher stepped back into the classroom. Checking her watch and then the clock on the wall she waited the last fifteen minutes of class to dismiss the students. Keeping Yoko behind.

Once the rest of the student body had left, some sparing glances to where you stayed asleep, Ms Thornhill walked over to Yoko and your desk. Yoko had packed up and was now carefully cleaning up your stuff as well, being mindful not to wake you as she slipped the notebook from under your arms. By some small miracle you slept through it.

A few minutes passed of Yoko packing everything up and Ms Thornhill keeping an eye on the both of you. A quiet knock sounded on the doorframe and Principal Weems came into the room.

“Ah I see what you mean, she sure looks exhausted.” The principal said softly, and Yoko snorted.

“Exhausted is an understatement. I’ve been waiting for her to pass out all week. She’s stubborn as a mule.” Yoko said and the principal raised an eyebrow.

“Well, I plan to take Ms L/n here back to my office to keep an eye on her. Yoko would you be able to get her anything she may need for the night from your dorm and bring it to my office? I will write you a note for your next class.” Weems said studying your sleeping form. The three of them were stood around you.

“Sure. Don’t worry about the note. I have a study period now anyway.” She said. “I’ll grab it and come back soon. You good to carry her? Because she’s not waking up anytime soon.” Yoko said with a mischievous smile that showed her fangs.

“Im sure i can manage thank you Ms Tanaka.” Weems said with a smile.

“Suit yourself.” Yoko shrugged and took both bags and left.

Ms Thornhill who had silently watched the exchange decided to say something now Yoko was gone.

“I had no idea she was struggling so much.”

“It’s quite alright Marilyn. I believe Y/n is a master in charades. If she didn’t want us to know she would have made sure it stayed that way. It is nobody’s fault.”

“I still feel i should have noticed earlier.”

“All we can do now is our best to help her get the rest she needs. Will you accompany me to my office? Someone needs to open the door and i doubt it will be sleeping beauty here and my hands will be full.” Weems joked.

“Sure. Lead the way, Larissa.” Ms Thornhill said, and Weems gently leaned down to place her arm under your knees and another around your torso. She softly scooped you into her arms and held you close as you continued to sleep with your head now resting on her collarbone. She straightened her back, standing back to her full height with you bundled in her arms. You sighed softly and turned your face into her collar. Ms Thornhill chuckled softly.

“You're quite the natural at that Larissa. She seems to like it.” Ms Thornhill joked.

“Well, I don’t suppose I hate it either, she is refreshingly warm to hold. And seems to be a cuddler.” Weems said with a lighthearted smile.

“That she does.” The botany teacher agreed as you turned yourself further into the principals embrace.

“Well, we should take this one to my office.” Weems said and the two left the room. It wasn’t far to the principal's office and there were no students in the hall. Weems heels clicked as she walked with Ms Thornhill trailing behind her. They made short quiet conversation about students and staff alike as they walked.

Arriving at the big oak doors Marilyn stepped forward and opened them, holding it wide for the principal to step in with you in her arms still. Your heads lolled slightly as you continued to sleep. Weems was reluctant to let you go, afraid of waking you, but regardless she set you down on the couch. Supporting your head like one might a small child as she laid you down into the nest of pillows. Marilyn appeared and gently laid a blanket over you which Weems noted was from where she had discarded it on the floor in the early hours of the morning. the principal thanked the botanist and went to put another log on the fire to keep the room warm. You wiggled around a little on the couch before settling which made both teacher chuckle.

A soft knock sounded on the door.

“I’ve got it.” Ms Thornhill said and went to open the door. She let Yoko into the room where she grinned devilishly at your sleeping form. She had decided to take revenge for one of your most recent pranks on her. She held your black bag in her arms and had a blanket over her shoulder.

“Ms Tanaka, I believe i have blankets.” Weems said frowning.

“Yes, but I doubt you have Y/n’s weighted blanket.” Yoko smiled.

“You are correct.” Weems said.

“She doesn’t sleep without it. Actually, she’s very particular about how she sleeps.” Yoko said.

“How so?” Ms Thornhill asked her curiosity piqued.

“Watch this.” Yoko said smiling with a feral grin that weems knew meant trouble. Yoko crossed the office and began to unzip the bag; she pulled out two stuffed toys and Weems raised an eyebrow. Yoko placed the toys next to you on the couch and whispered something in your ear. Almost immediately you reached out and grabbed them wrapping an arm around them and tucking them, so they rested under your chin.

Weems stifled a smiled at how cute it was as Marilyn cooed softly. Yoko snickered.

“Shes a big softy.” The vampire grinned looking back at the two teachers.

“I packed her a change of clothes, her Pjs, her toothbrush, her sketchbook, the blanket, her phone and her noise cancelling headphones because as i said earlier she’s a weirdo and sleep with them on.” Yoko said looking at you with a soft smile and both teachers knew there was no heat behind the coy insults.

“Right, well thank you Ms Tanaka.” Weems said and took the blanket from Yoko. “Christ thats heavy.” Weems said the weight catching her off guard as Yoko held it with ease. She just shrugged.

“Vampire strength has its perks.” She smiled and her fangs glinted in the flickering firelight.

“Yes well, what a blessing. Now, i best recommend you return to wherever you are required to be.” The principal said and Yoko smiled and crossed the room to her door.

“Enjoy your sleepover Ms Weems and thank you for setting be free for a night.” She said and left cheekily.

An hour passed and Marilyn had elected to stay, she was sat across from you on the couch reading the book she had propped up on her knees. She was cradling a mug of tea while the principal sat at her desk typing out emails. You were beginning to show some more signs of life as you stirred. Ms Thornhill looked over the top of her book at you, studying you as you blinked a few times as you adjusted to the light. She gently set the book down after placing her bookmark in the spine.

“Good afternoon, Ms L/n.” She said with a grin. You blinked at her, and she noted you still seemed exhausted.

“Hi?” You said, voice deep and gravely from sleep. You looked around slightly confused, gaze catching on the principal who had stopped typing was was watching you from her desk. You took a moment and Ms Thornhill took her chance to tease you. The principal had kindly decided to not mention the stuffies under your arm, but Ms Thornhill decided to have some fun after all, you did fall asleep in her class and the two of you got along well. She smiled at you wolfishly.

“So, Y/n who are your little friends?” She asked.

You looked down finally noticing the toys and blushed a deep shade of red and buried them under the blankets making Ms Thornhill chuckle and the principal smile.

“Oh, Yoko’s dead” You groaned.

“I assure you Ms Tanaka is quiet well.” Weems said.

“She won't be once i murder her.” You grumbled softly but they both heard you.

“May i take this chance to remind you i do not allow nor condone grievous bodily harm to students?” Weems said with a smile. You frowned grumbling softly under your breath. Deciding to opt for a subject change you sat up keeping the toys under the blanket.

“Um… Principal Weems? How did I get here?” You asked looking around.

“Well, Yoko informed me of your sleeping habits or rather, lack thereof” Weems said with a disproving frown, “after you fell asleep in Ms Thornhill’s class, we brought you here.”

“Not that I’m not grateful but why am I here?”

“Well, we cannot leave you unsupervised in the dormitory during the day and all the staff have classes or marking to do. And based off the sleeping pill I plan to give you, you need to be with a trusted adult to ensure you're alright in the event of an emergency, however unlikely, in the night. As you would most likely not wake up yourself. And based off the fact the infirmary beds aren’t very comfortable and it’s rather loud, aside from the fact the nurses go home for the night at 10pm I thought it best you stay here. With me. Unless you have a problem with that?”

“N-no. Thank you principal Weems.”

“Now Yoko has brought your things from your dorm. I’ve sent someone to get you some food from the kitchen, so you have something in you before you take the medicine.”

She said and Ms Thornhill stood and grabbed the bag handing it to you. You quickly stuffed both the teddies into the bag, and she saw what they were. Both toys were white as snow, and one was a monkey and the other a dog with a small yellow t-shirt. They both looked well loved. She smiled gently; you were cute in your own way. A softie as Yoko had said.

“So am i ever going to get to know their names?” She asked gesturing to the bag.

“Fine.” You huffed. “But i named them as a seven-year-old so you can't judge me. Also, as a kid all my toys i slept with had to be white. I don’t know why. I had one before these two and it was also white. The monkey is named marshmallow, and the dog is the older one, I’ve had her longer; her name is snowflake. Happy?” You huffed. And Ms Thornhill smiled.

“Very.” She said with an air of finality.

“Well Ms L/n-“

“Y/n.” You corrected the principal. “Ms L/n is too formal. It reminds me of when I’m in trouble.” You said wincing slightly at the uncomfortable memories. Weems sensed the change in you disposition and nodded.

“Y/n.” She corrected, “We should get you ready for bed. The food should be here soon, and you can have an early night. Ms Thornhill and I will eat with you and then it's off to bed.” She said and you nodded slightly embarrassed with the kindness and attention you were unused to.

“Come change and then we can eat.” She said and stood from her desk to come to your side. You grabbed the Pjs Yoko had chosen and sighed as she had at least gotten you something with a little dignity. It was a faded black AC/DC shirt and a pair of fluffy black long pants. You grabbed the clothes and let the tall blonde lead you to the bathroom in her private quarters with a hand on the small of your back. As the two of you left Ms Thornhill went back to her book. She looked up at another knock on the door. She stood, thanking the cook and taking the tray of food into the principals' quarters, she was good friends with the blonde and had been in there many times, so it was ok. She set the food down on the large glass dining table. The principal came and joined her bring plates from her own small kitchen to serve the food on.

A moment later the heard the door open and you stepped into the room looking slightly awkward.

“Come sit.” Ms Thornhill said and patted the seat beside her.

“Yes. You to eat and then it's back to bed with you.” Weems said and smiled.

The two teachers talked amicably while you opted to silently eat. The exhaustion had returned, and you kept spacing out while you fed yourself. Something that did not go unnoticed by both teachers as they grew concerned.

After everyone was finished Weems left and returned with a glass of water and a pill. She handed them to you and nodded. You took them sluggishly and popped the white tablet into your mouth downing the water and setting the empty glass on the table. Weems helped you up and led you to a spare bedroom. She folded back the sheets for you.

“Brush your teeth and do whatever else you do before bed and then I’ll tuck you in so to speak.” She said with a soft smile. “Bathroom is the second door on the right. The other ones the closet.” She said.

You got ready and hopped into the bed. The principal came back in a moment later.

“I expect you to sleep Y/n. I don’t want to find you were awake tomorrow. I will be in the next room or my office if you need anything at all. Don’t make me use the baby monitor.” She said sounding serious.

“Baby monitor?” You asked.

“How do you think I keep other students in bed when they stay here?” She asked raising a brow.

“You have other students here?” You asked getting sleepy.

“Oh, darling you're not the first who has had trouble sleeping. And I know a certain raven who insists on trying to sneak out. Hence the baby monitor.”

“Ha!” You laughed. “Wednesday’s baby monitor.” You said grinning and closing your eyes.

“Yes. Now sleep child. Sweet dreams darling.” She said and turned the lights out and pulled the door closed but not shut, leaving it slightly ajar.

You mumbled goodnight and rolled over. You grabbed the teddies from your backpack and burrowed under the blankets.

An hour later both teachers peaked into the room to check on you, smiling when the say the white fluff of the teddies peeking out from under the blankets. Weems grinned.

“Yoko’s right, she is a softie.”

“A sleepy softie.” Marilyn nodded and agreed.

Both teachers smiled at each other and went back to the principal's office to talk and enjoy a glass of wine.

MASTERLIST

[wandering-feather]

How Protective Larissa is Over You Headcanons

My first headcanon I have ever written . I love a protective Larissa. I also love angst. I also wanted to write some fluffy ones also. In the end there's more of a little tiny one shot that make the end of Season 1 AU

Guys I really dont think I’m good at these headcanons but maybe with time I will get better. I have a lot of other ideas for headcanons so let me know if you want me to continue. 

Also if any of these being turned into one shots is something you want let me know.

Larissa is a very protective person over what she loves. At one time it was Nevermore and the students. However, when she met you her protectiveness moved to you also. 

You were just dating at first when Larissa’s protectiveness of you showed. You were walking towards your car holding her hand when some Jericho High School kids running knocked into you, almost knocking you over. Larissa quickly caught you before you fell over. The kids kept moving, laughing and saying no apology. Larrisa keeps her arms around you while she yells at the boys with her authoritative principal voice. “You boys will apologize right now.” You watched as each boy stammered out apologies and walked away. Larissa kept her arm around you making sure you're okay as you continued to the car. 

Larissa doesn’t like you driving if she is with you she will drive even if it's your own car. If it’s raining she will go out of her way to pick you up or take you where you need to go. In her defense you are not a great driver.

Larissa always walks with your hand in hers or with your arm looped through hers. This is because she wants to have you close to her if needs to pull you out of harm's way.

One example would be after dinner for your one year anniversary of your marriage you were walking to your car from the restaurant and you had your arms wrapped around her arm leaning into her. You both were laughing at her story about something a student said. Larissa saw it first, a man who was walking towards you two quickly. Larissa pulled you behind her as he chucked a cup of warm coffee at you two. “Freaks,” he yelled. It took everything for Larissa to not punch the man but instead checking on you was her first concern. She had taken the brunt of most of the coffee but she was checking you to make sure you were not burned. She pulled you close and wiped the tears from your eyes as you used your scarf to wipe her face. 

She tries to always draw a line to not be possessive. You are your own person. She is just scared to lose you or for you to be hurt.

She sleeps closest to the door to your shared bedroom. If someone was to come in she would be first against the intruders. You explained to her how someone could just come through the window. She glared at you as you laughed, “That's not the point.”

You have issues waking up when you are having nightmares. She wakes up to your cries and tears falling down your face. Your whole body is tense and you are gripping the sheets. She reaches over and runs a hand over your face whispering into your ears soothing words. She softly will unclench your hand from the sheets and lets you hold her hand however tight you need too. She kisses your tears away. Sometimes you will relax and keep sleeping. Others you will wake up and softly cry into her chest as she holds you close staying awake until you have fallen back to sleep.

She knows all of your insecurities and will stand up to anyone whoever it is if they put you down in any way.

You have always been a talker and as a child you were made fun of for it. You always joked it off with them. But in secret you would break down over it. One time in the teachers lounge you were getting carried away with a story and a teacher made a joke about how much you talk. You could feel Larissa squeeze your thigh to keep you calm. But in all honesty it was to keep her from yelling at the teacher. You stood up laughing with the teachers. “Yeah I always have been told I could talk to a stop sign.” You grab your papers and step out with your eyes stinging. Larissa stood to take her leave but stopped at the door. “That was rude and unnecessary. You should apologize.” She told them and left to find you.

You tend not to eat well sometimes, or forget to take your medications. Larissa doesn’t berate you for this instead she takes time to make sure she makes you healthy food for the week and helps remind you to take your meds.

When she catches you talking down to yourself in the mirror or pinching your hips or arms she will take you into her arms she will kiss whatever part of your body you're upset over. She would remind you that there is nothing wrong with you. Telling you how beautiful you are. She would also remind you that she would not allow anyone else to talk about you that way so she would not allow you too either. 

Some Season 1 Specific Moments

When Wednesday arrived and the killing began she would not leave your side unless she had to.

She bought you a treadmill so you wouldn't run in the woods where a hyde was loose.

During outreach day because of everything going on Larissa had you by her side on the stage due to her not wanting you out of her sight. When the explosion happened you were pulled into her arms and Larissa covered you. As you began to run with her your feet were barely touching the ground. As you get around the wall she stops keeping your hand in hers as she looked at Wednesday. 

At the fall festival Larissa was going to lose her mind watching over Wednesday and making sure you were also okay. 

Your first huge fight was when you skipped using the treadmill and went running in the woods. This was shortly after they found the hiker dead. Larissa came to your shared quarters to find you gone including your running sneakers. She had almost all the teachers out looking for you. However, you were not listening to the yells because you were listening to music. Vlad found you and when he brought you to Larissa’s office she grabbed you into a tight hug and then began to pace the office yelling how dangerous it was. You guys didn't talk for two days even though Larissa would not let you out of her sight. In the end she was right and you apologized.

After Eugine was attacked and what happened at the Rave’n Larissa wanted you to go to England to stay with her parents until they found the hyde. The fight this time was not as bad and in the end you stayed but things only grew more tense between you two. 

During parents weekend she would not let Morticia near you she didn’t want to deal with Morticia insulting you.

The One Time You Protected Larissa

You were at the hospital with Larissa when Wednesday was saying goodbye to Eugene. You heard what Wednesday found out and listened to her and Larissa make a plan to stop Marylin or Laurel. You didn't agree with it but Larissa gave you a quick kiss and left with Wednesday. You sat with Eugene talking to him about bees or more like listening to him talk about bees. You checked the time thinking about how this was taking too long. You excused yourself and drove to the school. You headed to where Marylin would be in the Conservatory you saw Larissa who just changed back to herself. Everything went in slow motion you saw Marylin/Laurel pull something out and you yelled which distracted her giving you time to run at Laurel. You pushed Larissa out of the way and was tackled to the ground by Laurel who knocked the air out of you. You can hear Larissa screaming your name. Laurel was on top of you and neither of you were moving. Larissa pulls Laurel off of you seeing foam in her mouth and her eyes wide with a needle sticking out of her chest. Basically dropping her to the side she pulls you into her arms. As you catch your breath you gasp in air finally as Larissa searches you for any puncture marks. “Did she get you too? Oh please tell me she didn't stick you.” You shook your head as she pulled you to her chest. 

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Magical Girl Peachie Cure, ready to go! 💕✨

This was made for reaching 500 followers on hell app (Twitter)!! I wanted to introduce something new for such a milestone, and thus here we are!!

Thank you for all the support through the years, and I hope you can continue supporting me in the future! For now, let’s dive in!

Magical Girl Peachie Cure is going to be like… a small project. It won’t be a full blown scale thing like Project SFA or my precure fanseries, but rather a mascot for my account! One day I hope I can open a shop for my art and have these two be the faces of it!

Onto characters: Meet Larissa! (Not to be confused with NP/SFA’s Larissa Frausto) She’s a 20 year old girl who’s trying to navigate through the next phase of her life, but is currently struggling… but one day she finds Raguel through a job interview and then becomes a magical girl?!

Naming herself Peachie Cure, she gives her new job as a magical girl her all!… though, that name does seem kinda familiar…

Larissa here is meant to be my persona, with the magical girl part added because well… I like magical girls aha

Her personality and struggles are based on myself, so she struggles with social interaction and is on the autism spectrum. She also likes to draw and play video games.

Onto Raguel, the God of Life, Light and Creation. He’s been around since the first living creature, and has watched over life for as long as he can remember. Once humans came around, he started recruiting a magical girl to aid him by his side every once in a while…

To Larissa, at first he is simply someone that finally gave her a job. But overtime, he became a very much of a father figure to her, caring about her wellbeing, learning about her and her interests… and just wanting to be able to guide her to success.

Though, Larissa is VERY passionate about her interests, as he soon finds out after she’s more comfortable with talking to him. Currently she appears to be obsessed with SPM…

Raguel was originally a character made for a now defunct precure project, but I didn’t want him to die with it, so he is getting repurposed for this. His design was just to banger to die… here’s some photos of him from said defunct project. One day I’ll probably post all I did for it…

Anyways, thank you for the support! Perhaps a bit too much support for that one meme of Count Bleck. I’m traumatized.

Expect more silly doodles of Larissa when I wanna just express how I feel personally lmao, she is my persona after all.

[v3nusxsky]

Hi, I’m can you write an age regression fic

Larissa x reader

Reader is nonverbal and very emotional and just needs comfort but Larissa is in her office so reader goes in with a blanket and stuffie. Also is like sensitive to noise and just needs to be held and babied to the extreme and made feel safe to be vulnerable maybe cries a little

Idk those are all my emotions basically and I’m just feeling small and vulnerable and it’s like I can’t talk and idk it’s overwhelming

My safe person| Agere

*Authors note~ I love the idea of writing this and getting more representation for selective mutism and other kinds of non verbal. And you know who you are and why I added the description for the hug. Self indulgent fic 👀*

Trigger warnings~ selective mutism sensory overload

Prompt~ see ask^^^

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I love all your works, can I make a request where r is having a bad day so larissa gives them cuddles and kisses and just genuine love and care by @dopenightmaretyphoon

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You were having a rough week, your girlfriend knew that. After all it was exam week for the potions students and there were many ways it could all go terribly wrong. Although your class size wasn't too overwhelming, after all there wasn't many soccer's attending Nevermore, but they all were at different stages and abilities. You couldn't blame the students for being stressed, after all they had so many exams coming up that yours was just the start of.

After a particularly stressful mock exam, where one of your students had temporarily given a student a mix of truth and love potions instead of just one, all you wanted was to seek out your girlfriend. You knew that the stress would also be worrying her, you knew how much strain she would take just to ensure that her staff managed to stay afloat, hell that woman would happily run herself into the ground as long as Nevermore and those within its walls thrived.

After class ended for the day it was pure routine that you'd go sit in your girlfriends office, sometimes you'd mark or lesson plan. Sometimes you'd even sit in silence together as she worked. Today however, as soon as you laid eyes on your girlfriend you could feel a slip approaching and approaching fast. "Sweetheart? Are you okay?" Your girlfriend asked, peering up over her laptop in conversation, you'd normally come straight in and kiss her hello before settling down next to her at her desk or on the sofa in front of the fire.

With teary eyes you made your way to her, she knew then what was happening. It was as if she could see the headspace changing. "Little love?" She murmured watching as you nodded, the tears finally spilling from your eyes. Immediately, Larissa reaching into her desk draw and pulled out your office versions of your favourite stuffie and fluffy blanket. You had the exact replica in the bedroom incase you slipped there.

Climbing onto her lap into a koala style hug as she wrapped the blanket over your shoulders and nuzzled the small stuffed bear in between your body and hers. "It's okay little love, momma has you, you don't have to talk darling" she whispered rubbing your back soothingly, she knew how much you needed reassurance during this non verbal periods, something she'd happily provide.

It was approaching meal time when the halls began to get loud, due to the old building the sounds carried into her office. You began to cry quietly and place your hands over your ears in an attempt to block it out. "Shhh little love, you're okay darling. You're okay. Momma is here sweetheart" she coed at you swaying her legs side to side in an attempt to soothe you while you were clearly overwhelmed. You both stayed like this for some time, just allowing you to breathe.

Here in her arms was where you felt the safest, so it was unsurprising to her when you wriggled in her lap and peaked over your blanket. After a few seconds of watching the older woman you brought your index finger to gently poke her cheek. "Hmm. Hello my little love are we back from hiding now?" She murmured softly bringing her gaze to yours. With a nod you wriggled some more and pointed to your lips. Larissa knew this sign, a kiss. So she leant down to place loads of little soft kisses all over your face, loving how your smile lit up your eyes. "There's my baby."

Before snuggling back into the older woman you held up your right hand putting your middle and ring finger down to your palm. I love you which Larissa chuckled and respond that she loved you also and reassured you that you could stay here as long as you wanted, no pressure to talk, she just wanted you to be happy and if this was what you needed then she was glad to provide that for you.

Word count~ 838

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Lipstick Stains - Pt. 13

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Larissa Weems x fem!reader

summary: Your little couples getaway continues.

words: ~ 6k | ao3 link in title

chapter-specific warnings/content: fluff!!, also a titch of angst, nsfw - smut (possessive sex), lots of smut actually

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What woke Larissa the following morning wasn’t the first rays of dawn seeping in through the cracks in the curtains, nor was it your warm breath against her neck, where you’d buried your face in your sleep. Instead, it was a steady grumbling coming from her stomach.

After an early dinner and a romantic walk through the city streets, the two of you had returned to your hotel room and Larissa had been able to make good on her promise of later. She’d peeled your dress from your body the second the door shut behind her, returning your favor from earlier in the day and fucking you senseless until her hand was cramping and her jaw was aching - until the two of you fell, exhausted and entangled, into a deep slumber.

Apparently, she’d worked up an appetite as a result.

Larissa wiggled onto her side to face you, her hunger temporarily dulled by the absolute unadulterated joy that she felt at seeing your face inches away from hers, peacefully asleep. She watched as the thin skin of your eyelids twitched slightly as you dreamed, as the strands of hair that fell across your face shifted with every deep breath you let out. She would be content to watch you sleep forever, she thought - but then her stomach began to protest again, quite loudly, and she let out a sigh.

Perhaps you were sleeping deep enough that she could extract herself from your embrace long enough to order room service… Perhaps she could surprise you with breakfast in bed?

Holding her breath, Larissa carefully shifted your arm off her waist and scooted back, just out of your reach. She sat up a bit and reached over to grab the room service menu from the drawer in the bedside table, as quietly as she possibly could.

An unsatisfied grumble sounded to her left and she looked over to see your brow furrowed as you patted the warm space immediately next to you, blindly searching for your lover. Chuckling softly, Larissa reached over and laced her fingers between your own, drawing your hand to her lips and placing a kiss to the back of it. You stirred, grumpily nuzzling your face into your pillow as you peeked your eyes open.

“Hello,” Larissa said with a grin, thoroughly enjoying the way your cheeks flushed a bit.

“Morning,” you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep. You stifled a yawn and scooted closer to Larissa, curling around her legs and placing your head on her thighs.

“Tired?” she teased.

“You’re not?”

Larissa felt her cheeks grow a bit warm as her stomach once again made itself known, and she remembered the reason she’d woken up in the first place. “I’m feeling a little peckish,” she admitted quietly.

You hummed in acknowledgement, your gaze dropping from Larissa’s face to the menu in her hand. “Were you going to order room service?”

Your eyes widened when Larissa nodded and you reached for the menu, eagerly trying to pry it from Larissa’s grip - she yanked it back and tapped you over the head with it.

“Ah-ah,” Larissa tutted. “Wait your turn.”

Grumbling, you buried your face into Larissa’s lap as you waited for her to pour over the menu. She’d stayed at this hotel before and was used to the steep prices, but, as she passed the menu over to you, a wave of anxiety washed over her - she knew you’d be looking, and she didn’t want you to feel bad, or to feel indebted to her in any way.

“Jesus! $30?!” You shot Larissa an alarmed look.

“Darling, please, don’t look at the prices.” Larissa brushed a lock of hair off your face, gently stroking her fingers down the curve of your jaw. “I don’t want you to worry about that this weekend.”

You bit your lip and nodded, eyeing the menu warily - though Larissa was relieved to note that your worry was quickly giving way to excitement.

“Find something you like?”

“Mmmmh… yeah, I think so,” you said with a shy smile.

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The room service took about half an hour. There was a knock on the door and Larissa stifled a laugh when you groaned and pulled the sheets over your head.

“I’ll get it,” she said teasingly, slipping out from under the sheets and heading for the door. Just before she opened it, she shifted into a more presentable version of herself - fully dressed, hair styled and makeup done. Oh, the perks of being a shapeshifter. 

“Darling, the food is here,” she said when the waiter had left the room again, nudging you gently. When you peeked out from beneath the covers your lips immediately curled into a frown, and Larissa cocked her head to the side, her brow furrowing in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“Shift back.”

Hm- oh. Larissa chuckled, obliging in an instant and shifting back into her pajamas, her face bare and her curls tumbling messily over her shoulders.

“That better?” she asked softly - your face lit up as your eyes roamed Larissa’s own face, her hair, her body. Despite being fully dressed, she felt completely naked in front of you, and she began to squirm where she stood, her cheeks slowly turning pink.

“Perfect,” you chirped, and Larissa felt her blush deepen, unable to look you in the eyes. “Absolutely perfect.”

You pushed back the covers and swung your legs over the edge of the bed, parting your thighs and coaxing Larissa between them. She felt powerless to stop you as you pulled her closer by the waist, resting your chin against her abdomen and looking up at her with hooded eyes.

“Don’t get all shy on me,” you husked, giving Larissa’s waist a gentle squeeze - a shiver ran up her spine and she closed her eyes. 

She didn’t know where her own self-consciousness was suddenly coming from - it was far from the first time you’d seen her first thing in the morning, without make-up, in her natural state. She had been feeling a tad more vulnerable recently, that much was true, ever since…

Morticia, Morticia, Morticia. The name began to ring in her head over and over again, an echo bouncing off every side of her skull. There it was again - the guilt. The shame. The weight of a past that Larissa bore all by herself - a weight that she’d always wanted to share with someone, but didn’t think anyone else should have to help her carry. And then there was you, so blissfully unaware…

No. That wasn’t true. You were aware that there was something bothering Larissa - you just didn’t know what. Or why. And Larissa’s own inability to open up to you was slowly killing her. Every time she wanted to tell you, her throat would constrict and her stomach would churn, and she’d bite her tongue and change the subject - and you knew that she was holding something back, and it wasn’t fair, yet Larissa couldn’t bear to have you view her differently. Or, even worse, to force you to shoulder burdens that you had no part in creating. 

So she swallowed thickly and opened her eyes to see you watching her intently, your eyes sparkling with so much concern and love that it nearly made her heart burst out of her chest. Her hands came to rest on the back of your head and she carded her fingers through your hair, trying to channel all the love and affection she held for you into her expression.

“I’m sorry, darling. I got a little… insecure. I’ll be fine.” White lies… When do those turn into actual lies? 

Your soft smile melted Larissa’s heart and she leant down for a kiss. It was warm and tender and loving, and it took Larissa’s breath away - she felt relief wash over her as her mind began to quiet a bit.

“Food?” you murmured against Larissa’s lips, and she couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Please, I’m famished.”

“From peckish to famished so quickly? Quick, let’s get some food in you before you pass out on me,” you teased. Larissa rolled her eyes playfully as you stood and opened the curtains fully to let in the morning sun while Larissa set the tray with your breakfast at the foot of the bed.

It was a veritable feast - avocado sourdough toast, eggs benedict with smoked salmon, buttermilk pancakes, and two large hot chocolates - and you made a point to snuggle into Larissa’s side and give her a peck on the cheek before digging in. It made Larissa’s abdomen flood with a pleasant, tingling warmth - if this moment were to go on forever, she would die the happiest woman on earth, she was certain of it.

As you finished your breakfast, Larissa wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you onto her lap, relishing the feeling of your body heat in the slightly chilly room. Her lips moved from your cheek to your jaw to your ear, and she tugged your earlobe gently between her teeth.

“What do you want to do today, darling?” she whispered into your ear.

“You know, for someone who keeps saying she wants to get me out of this hotel room to see the city, you sure are making it hard to want to do anything but stay in bed with you…”

Larissa blushed, affording you a sheepish smile. You were right, of course - it’s just that she hadn’t had something like this in so long, and it made her want to hide out in her tranquil little bubble, keeping it (keeping you) safe from the world before that bubble inevitably burst.

“Then let’s get ready, before I start something I can’t stop,” Larissa teased.

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Larissa made a few suggestions on things you could do together that day. The second she mentioned the Met, your eyes widened and a bright smile crept up on your face, and she knew that’s where she would be taking you first.

The two of you walked hand in hand through Central Park - Larissa had taken the glove off of her left hand so that she could feel your warm palm against her own. It was a beautiful fall day, the warmth of the sun kissing Larissa’s face as a gentle, chilly breeze caused you to walk just a bit closer to her to soak up on her body heat. Foliage in vibrant hues of orange, red, and brown crunched underneath your feet and painted the sky like a work of art as it dropped from the trees around you and Larissa realized that, for the first time in years, she hadn’t thought about work at all since the previous morning.

Nothing in Larissa’s life had been particularly easy for her thus far. Her childhood at home had been strained at best; at Nevermore she’d felt herself in constant competition with her peers, striving for perfection but almost always overshadowed; she’d worked tirelessly during university and early on in her career, pushing herself to her absolute limit to achieve the success she so desperately craved, often at the cost of her social life and, sometimes, her own emotional wellbeing. 

Perhaps she made it look easy, but, more often than not, it felt like a constant uphill battle, as though she were coming to the edge of a precipice at any moment, and it would only take one soft push for everything to come crashing down. But being here with you, strolling through the Met and listening to you talk about art and your studies, enjoying your company - that felt easy. That made Larissa feel absolutely weightless.

It was an afternoon that Larissa would have lived over and over again if she could have. No meetings, no appointments, no students or parents. Here with you, she wasn’t Principal Weems. She wasn’t even Larissa - she was just Riss. Not an outcast or a freak - just a normal woman, ambling hand in hand through a museum with the woman she loved, indistinguishable from all the other happy, normal women around her.

“I’ll be right back,” you said as the two of you made your way to the exit after a few hours of strolling around. “I gotta go to the bathroom.”

“I’ll come with you,” Larissa said, smiling warmly and leading you into the restrooms with a hand on the small of your back.

She fixed her lipstick in the mirror while she waited for you to finish up in the stall. You came out and washed your hands, catching Larissa’s gaze in the mirror - her lips curled into a smirk and she winked at you, making note of how quickly your cheeks flushed at the action.

Another woman exited a stall to your left and slipped out of the restroom, and then the two of you were alone. 

“Brings back memories,” you murmured with a breathy chuckle. Larissa cocked her head to the side, then her own cheeks turned red as she recalled the day you’d first met. She stepped behind you, placing her hands on your hips and pulling your back flush against her front. Her thumbs began to rub tiny circles over your hip bones and she ducked her head, allowing her breath to wash over the side of your neck as she pressed her lips to your ear. 

“Does it now?” she husked, making eye contact with you in the mirror - your pupils dilated and your lips parted to let out a shuddering breath. Larissa allowed her hand to slide over your abdomen, then began to trail it lower at a tantalizing pace as her lips found the curve of your jaw.

“Larissa,” you whined - her hand cupped your sex and you gasped, grinding your hips down into her fingers.

“What is it, darling?” she teased, her teeth nipping at your neck.

“I-I… fuck… what if someone walks in?”

If she was being honest with herself, Larissa felt a brief thrill at the thought - her entire body felt alive, buzzing madly with adrenaline and desire - a woman possessed. “I’ll be quick,” she whispered as her fingers began to rub slow circles over your clit through your pants. A drawn-out moan escaped your lips - the sound made Larissa’s own cunt clench with want and she spun you around in her arms, her lips crashing hungrily into yours.

“Be a good girl for me and keep quiet,” she purred against your lips, dragging you to the large stall at the back of the restrooms and locking the door behind you before pushing you roughly into it. She swallowed the loud groan that you let out and pulled back, raising an eyebrow at you. Your face was flushed with desire and your chest was heaving, and Larissa couldn’t help but plant hot, messy kisses down the column of your throat, her hands undoing the button of your pants and tugging them roughly down your legs.

She sank down onto her knees, hardly registering the cold, hard tile floor beneath her as she came face-to-face with your cunt. The smell of your arousal filled her nostrils and Larissa felt almost dizzy as she leaned in and pressed a kiss to your venus mound, before flattening her tongue and dragging it over the fabric of your underwear.

Grinning up at you, she tucked her fingers under the cotton, pulling it down and placing her hands on your thighs to guide your legs apart. Bright red lipstick prints were left along the insides of your thighs as she took her time to nip and bite at the tender, sensitive flesh there until she could feel your legs begin to tremble.

“My darling-” Larissa’s tongue flicked over your clit and your hips bucked into her mouth “darling” flick “girl.” She dragged the tip of her tongue through your slit. “You’re absolutely exquisite.” Her tongue swirled around your clit - once, twice, before giving it another quick flick. “Not a moment goes by that I don’t want to ravish you.”

Larissa heard a needy whimper claw its way out of your throat and chose that moment to latch onto your clit, sucking fervently. She pressed down on your hips, holding them firmly in place to stop you from squirming so much as she focused on applying suction to your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hands found her head, fingers weaving their way into her updo and roughly pushing her face farther into your pussy - the slight tug on her hair only served to stoke the flames in Larissa’s belly. 

She could tell you were desperately trying to keep quiet above her as she lapped at your heat - you let out a sharp breath and leaned your head back against the stall door, your eyes squeezed tightly shut. 

“That’s it,” she murmured, before pushing her tongue into your entrance. “So perfect…” And perfect you were, to Larissa - she felt absolutely drunk on the overwhelming feelings of lust, love, and adoration coursing through her veins as she worked you to your peak. She doubled down as your thighs began to close around her head, holding tightly onto your hips to keep you from sinking to the ground as you came with a breathy sigh.

“Fuck…” you muttered as Larissa soothed her tongue over the insides of your thighs, gathering your juices on her tongue and cleaning you up. She pulled your underwear and your pants back up for you, then moved to stand - letting out a pained groan as her knees protested.

You offered Larissa a hand as your other arm snaked its way around her waist, pulling her up towards you. “Shit, you okay?”

Larissa chuckled - the throbbing in her knees felt so distant compared to the absolute giddiness filling her being at the taste of your arousal fresh on her tongue, and she leaned back against the sink in the stall to regain her composure. “I’m fine, darling. It’s not as easy to kneel when you get older, you know,” she murmured, her cheeks turning pink as she offered you an embarrassed smile.

“Next time we’ll have to bring a pillow for your knees then,” you teased, leaning in to press your lips to Larissa’s and making her forget all about her traitorous joints.

“Next time?” she mumbled against your lips, an amused glint in her eyes. 

“Mmhmm…” You smirked, wrapping your arms around her neck to pull her closer and deepen the kiss.

Larissa hummed, drawing back slightly and allowing her gaze to fall to your neck, which was littered in prints and smudges from her lipstick. With a sheepish smile, she pulled a paper towel from the dispenser and gently began to wipe the marks off your neck.

“You couldn’t have helped me with that the first time?” you grumbled playfully, tilting your neck to allow her better access.

Larissa laughed, unable to stop her lips from curling into a beaming grin. “To be fair, darling, you really should have checked the mirror.”

Your scowl only made Larissa laugh harder, and she began to pepper your face with kisses - leaving more marks that she would have to wipe off later.

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Back in the hotel that evening, nerves settled in Larissa’s belly as she regarded herself in the mirror. She was trying something new tonight, getting out of her comfort zone - and she really hoped you’d like it. 

She’d abandoned her trusted updo, choosing to wear her hair half-up, half-down in loose waves - the top half was held in place by an ornate, golden comb. Her lipstick was two shades darker than usual, a deep, sensual red that contrasted beautifully with the white suit she’d picked - cinched at the waist, with cropped trousers and gold detailing on the buttons. 

Was it too fancy? Was it too much? Should she, perhaps, have-

A knock on the bathroom door pulled Larissa out of her spiraling thoughts and back into the present. “Riss, you almost ready to go?”

With a deep breath and a final glance in the mirror, Larissa swung the bathroom door open.

The way you stood there with your mouth agape was almost comical, and it made Larissa’s cheeks burn.

“Holy shit, Riss… you look stunning.” 

Larissa’s eyes roved over your own figure, her blush darkening. Your flowy, satin button-up was almost the exact shade of burgundy as her lipstick, a fact that brought Larissa a deep satisfaction. Your skirt seemed a bit short for this time of year, even with the tights you were wearing, and Larissa was about to tell you off when she saw the woolen coat she’d bought you laid out neatly on the bed. Her lips stretched into a wide smile and she stepped towards you, cupping your cheek and placing a tender kiss to your lips.

“You look beautiful,” she murmured. When she pulled away to meet your gaze, your eyes were sparkling brightly with the very same affection that Larissa felt for you in that moment. “I’m sorry for taking so long. We should get going - is it alright if I call us a taxi?”

With your approval, Larissa called down to the lobby to have the hotel call a cab, and the two of you left the hotel room. 

Though Larissa loved live theater, it had been far too long since she’d had the time to attend a show - and she wasn’t entirely sure what you would enjoy. After a long internal debate, she’d booked tickets for Wicked - there was a reason the show had been running on Broadway for 20 years, and she thought you might appreciate the homoerotic undertones in Elphaba and Glinda’s relationship.

Based on your reactions throughout the show, Larissa was certain she’d made the right choice. At one point, she felt your hand land on her inner thigh, your thumb gently stroking over the fabric of her trousers. She glanced over to see you peering at her with a soft smile - her heart fluttered when you mouthed “thank you”, and she mouthed “you’re welcome” back, covering your hand with her own and interlacing your fingers.

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After the show, Larissa took you to a cocktail bar just a block away from the theater. As she waited at the bar, she glanced back at you, smiling softly to herself at the way you sat in the little booth and looked curiously around at the lights, the decorations, the other patrons. You caught her eye and beamed at her, the dim light making your eyes sparkle and emphasizing your cheekbones. 

Larissa beamed right back, though her smile faltered when a strange man slid into the booth across from you, briefly stealing your attention. You smiled politely as he attempted to engage you in conversation, and Larissa felt her stomach twist as the man leaned over the table towards you, talking animatedly and placing his hand on the table next to yours.

Mine, Larissa thought - it was as if something had suddenly snapped inside of her. Mine. Mine. Mine. 

She was beginning to get so in her own head that she almost didn’t hear the bartender ask what she wanted to order.

“An espresso martini and an old fashioned, please.” Larissa’s gaze drifted back over to the man at your table and she felt her blood begin to boil at the smug grin on his face. “And a shot of tequila.”

Larissa downed the shot, slamming the little glass unceremoniously onto the counter and reaching into her purse. She placed a crisp $50 bill on the counter and took the two drinks, muttering, “thanks, keep the change” as she made a beeline back towards your shared booth, her heart hammering in her chest.

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You forced a polite smile to the man sitting across from you (who’d introduced himself as Zach), your gaze flitting over to the bar as you wondered how long it would be until Larissa came back and saved you from the sleazy, forced small-talk. The blonde was nowhere in sight, however, and you leaned against the back of the booth with a sigh.

Suddenly you felt warm, wet lips trail along your neck, eliciting a soft gasp from your throat. An espresso martini was placed on the table in front of you, and Larissa’s voice sounded as a seductive growl directly in your ear, raising goosebumps on your skin.

“Miss me, my darling?”

Zach leaned back in his seat, visibly deflating - you tried for an apologetic smile, but then Larissa’s tongue darted subtly over your pulse point and you had to bite your lip to hold back a moan.

“I’ll just…” Zach jerked his thumb towards the bar and stood. Larissa paid him no mind, and you barely noticed him leave as your core began to burn with arousal from Larissa’s teeth grazing your earlobe.

“Mmh, Riss…” you hummed, lifting your drink to your lips to take a sip. As you swallowed, Larissa’s tongue soothed down the column of your throat, following the way it bobbed - you could feel your face grow hot.

“It’s a bit stuffy in here, don’t you think?” Larissa husked against the tender skin at the hollow of your throat. When she pulled back, all you could see swirling in pitch-black pupils was raw, unfettered desire.

“We just got here,” you said with a chuckle, your voice coming out breathier than you’d intended.

Larissa straightened to her full height, downing half her drink in one go and discarding the glass on the table. “Just a moment outside?” she asked, her voice gravelly with desire as she extended a hand to you. Unable to deny her, you placed your hand in her own and allowed her to lead you towards the entrance to the bar, hurriedly sipping your drink and then leaving your glass on a table by the door.

The second you were outside Larissa had you pinned against the wall, her lips finding your throat and nipping harshly at your skin, eliciting a needy whine from deep within you. Her hands slipped underneath your coat, finding your waist and sliding down until she was cupping your ass, roughly palming the soft flesh. The heat radiating from her body and mixing with your own was almost unbearable, and you could feel tiny beads of sweat forming at your temples as Larissa’s hips canted up and ground against your own.

You wound your fingers through the hair at the nape of Larissa’s neck, desperately pulling her lips towards your own. Her breath was warm and she tasted of whiskey, and you let out a whimper as her tongue brushed against your own, your panties growing damper by the second.

A whistle sounded to your right - some drunken man getting way too excited at the prospect of two women making out, probably, and Larissa disconnected her lips from your own for a moment. She threw him a look so deadly that you briefly feared for this man’s safety - then her lips were on yours again and her tongue was in your mouth; licking, twirling, claiming.

“Can I take you back to the hotel?” Larissa mumbled against your lips. “Please? I need you.”

Your “yes” was immediately swallowed by the blonde, who stepped back a little, her hand still on your ass as she pulled you away from the wall. In record time, she managed to hail a taxi, hastily giving the address to the driver - no sooner had he pulled into traffic were her lips on your jaw, your ear, your throat, as her hand rested against the inside of your thigh, roughly massaging you over your skirt.

You probably should have been embarrassed, being in public like that, as Larissa ushered you through the lobby of the hotel and towards the elevator, unable to get her hands (or her lips) off of you. You probably should have been concerned at what switch had flipped inside of Larissa for her to suddenly be this eager and needy.

But the arousal growing between your legs was too much to bear, your mind so cloudy and so dizzy with desire that you couldn’t think clearly. You couldn’t think at all. It was all Larissa. Only Larissa, Larissa, Larissa.

Larissa's tongue, wet against the column of your throat; her teeth, harsh against your pulse point; her nails, digging sharply into the flesh of your hips. You felt as though you were boiling alive from the inside out, the heat radiating from Larissa's body almost excruciating as every cell inside you was consumed with her, with Larissa, Larissa, Larissa. 

“I-I need you,” you breathed out, just barely managing to pull off your own coat before Larissa was pushing you back onto the bed. She hovered over you, not a sliver of her bright blue irises visible around her dilated pupils, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving. Nimble fingers reached for the buttons of your shirt, hastily undoing them and pushing the shirt off your shoulders. She found the clasp of your bra, releasing it and discarding the item of clothing as she leaned down and immediately wrapped her lips around your right nipple, tugging, licking, sucking.

Her tongue, velvety and cool against the sensitive bud, flicked over your nipple until it had been worked into a hard peak, before she turned her attention to your other breast. There was nothing slow or sensual about the way that Larissa was ravishing your body, but you couldn’t find it in you to care as you felt your clit throb almost painfully and you pushed your hips up against Larissa - a silent request.

Blindly reaching for your hips as her teeth worked at the soft flesh of your breasts, Larissa’s fingers began to drag the zipper of your skirt down, just far enough for her to be able to yank it over your butt and help you shimmy out of it. You helped her with your tights and underwear, then scooted farther back on the mattress in anticipation, spreading your legs for the blonde, who had begun to unbutton her own blazer. 

Drool pooled in your mouth as you watched Larissa release her breasts from the lacy red bra she was wearing. They jiggled slightly as she crawled up the bed towards you, her rosy nipples hardening visibly against the chill in the room. She settled on her knees between your thighs, undoing the button of her trousers and slipping her hand beneath the waistband. Her face contorted in pleasure as her fingers brushed against her own clit - the moan that tore from her throat was almost pornographic, and you felt as though you were in a trance as you watched her arm move back and forth as she drew hard and fast circles around her clit.

You reached between your own legs, eager to relieve some of the building tension there, but were immediately stopped by a harsh, growling “no”.

“I’m the only one who is going to touch you tonight.”

Larissa continued to touch herself, working herself quickly to the edge. She came with a soft groan, pulling her hand out of her pants and placing her glistening fingers on her tongue. Her chest was heaving and red, and her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked her fingers clean - her gaze roved hungrily over your body, devouring you whole.

Releasing her fingers with a soft pop, Larissa leaned forward and placed one hand on each of your inner thighs, pushing them apart as far as she could. Red nails dug into your flesh as she trained her eyes on your dripping cunt. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and you let out a needy mewl, wiggling your hips.

Lowering herself on top of you and pressing her body against your own, Larissa’s hand began to trail in between the two of you, her fingers brushing teasingly over your mound before lightly tracing your folds and drawing a deep groan from your throat.

Larissa watched your face intently as she flicked her thumb over your clit - her own lips were parted to let out ragged breaths, a satisfied smirk growing on her face as your expression contorted into one of pleasure.

When she spoke, her voice was low and gravelly, with a sickeningly sweet edge to it - it reminded you more so of your earlier sexual interactions with her, before you’d gotten to know each other more.

“I would love to fill your pretty little hole,” she murmured sweetly against your lips, her thumb gently massaging your clit as her middle finger circled your entrance. You could feel your eyes roll back into your head, your skin prickling with warmth as your walls clenched around nothing.

“P-please,” you mumbled, your gaze going unfocused as your arousal took over your entire body. Larissa’s ministrations against your clit were slow and teasing, expertly working you up but not giving you enough to quench your desire.

You felt you could go insane when her fingers brushed against your neck, before her hand closed possessively around it. Kiss-swollen lips ghosted against the shell of your ear, sending a pronounced shiver down your spine, all the way to your toes. “Do you want to be filled, darling?”

The noise you let out sounded strangled and foreign to your own ears, and it drew a chuckle from Larissa’s throat as she dipped a finger into your entrance. 

“Good girl.” 

Larissa slid her finger back and forth at a tantalizing pace - it wasn’t enough, you needed so much more. You rocked your hips in time with her movements, desperate to get her fingers to hit that sweet spot where you needed her most. 

“So eager…” Larissa purred, increasing the pressure of her hand against your neck ever so slightly. When your entire body began to writhe with need, she decided it was time to add a second finger, and she began to pick up the pace of her thrusts ever so slightly, curling her fingers inside of you and brushing them against your slick walls.

You bucked your hips into Larissa’s hand, the volume of your moans increasing with the increasing pressure of Larissa’s thumb against your sensitive bundle of nerves. You could feel your thighs begin to tremble as the hot coil in your core tightened further and further, sending you towards the edge. 

“Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me?” Larissa purred. You whimpered and Larissa picked up her pace inside of you. “Look at me,” she commanded. 

You did, forcing yourself to make eye contact with Larissa and nearly losing it as you saw the animalistic passion written across her face as she fucked you. 

“Such a pretty girl,” she rasped. “Let go, I got you.”

With Larissa’s permission, you came, your arousal coating Larissa’s hand as the coil within you snapped and your mind went hazy. Pure pleasure coursed through your body as you rode out your orgasm on Larissa’s fingers, your body twitching against the mattress and your eyelids fluttering shut. 

You could feel Larissa’s hand relinquish its hold on your neck. It was immediately replaced by a wet warmth - Larissa’s tongue flattening against your skin, soothing and licking at the thin layer of sweat that had collected there.

She pulled her fingers slowly out of you and you could feel her body shift above you, her lips leaving your neck as she tugged the sheets over your body to keep you warm. The mattress dipped and then she was gone - coming back a few moments later with a bottle of water and a warm, damp washcloth.

You forced your eyes open, your breathing still uneven as you accepted the water and allowed Larissa to briefly pull back the sheets and gently clean up the remnants of your arousal, before tossing the washcloth on the floor and tucking you back in.

She settled down next to you on her stomach, folding her arms in front of her and resting her chin on them. 

“Was that alright?” she asked softly, big blue eyes flooded with concern, her voice slightly raspy.

You let out a breathy giggle, turning onto your side and scooting closer to the blonde. “Uh… yeah.” Grinning softly, you placed a hand on her arm and began to gently stroke your thumb over her smooth skin. “Are you… umm… are you okay, though? That was…” You paused, trying to find the right words without accidentally upsetting Larissa. “great. But, like… a bit… sudden?”

A faint pink hue colored Larissa’s cheekbones, barely visible in the dim light. She cocked her head to the side and rested her cheek on her arm, looking into your eyes for the longest time without saying a word. “I-” her lips parted and her throat bobbed, but no sound came out - the words seemed to have gotten stuck in her throat. Her eyes turned slightly glassy and she blinked rapidly. “I’m alright,” she croaked out quietly. “I think we - I. I think I need to talk.”

x

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[littledollll]

Hi honey! It's your fave anon ever hehe

Can I request cg!larissa x little!borderline!reader?

Maybe R has had an awful day, like every insecurity rising to the surface and she's on the verge of splitting but she really doesn't want to so when Larissa comes home, she sees that R has locked herself in the bathroom accidentally scaring Larissa but actually she was just isolating herself because she was terrifked Larissa would see her as a monster, but actually Larissa knowa of it all and loves R more than anything so she weasles her way into the bathroom with a blanket and a paci and lots of little stuff and R just ends up regressing and safely avoiding splitting as Larissa takes care of her and falls asleep on her chest and gets carried to bed? I'm sorry if this is too much

-🧸 anon

Forever? Forever.

Larissa Weems x little!bpd!reader

Extra prompt- “R is anxious when Isa is busy and fully develops into an attack but they try to mask until they just leave the room knowing they can't do it much more. Isa, can't follow yet and feels so bad because she knows her little has abandonment issues so will interpret it the situation as being left. Then we get upset little drawing pictures to show feelings and comforting momma isa” -🕊️anon

A/n: Hi its 1:30 am when I’m writing this! back at it again my friends. It’s nice to be (sorta) up to date with requests again! Also 🧸anon i see u 👀 I swear ur like 3/5 requests I have, it’s truly an honor.

Warnings: mentions of splitting, anxiety, overthinking, abandonment issues, little r, momma Larissa, comfort.

Dear 🧸anon, can I bring you back to life with the gift of a fluffy Larissa fic?

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A busy Larissa wasn’t something new, usually as much as you hated it, it didn’t cause much of a problem. You found ways to be with her even as she worked her life away and you’ve grown quite used to it. The problem was today. You couldn’t quite pinpoint what exactly triggered your anxiety, you just felt alone, abandoned even though in the back of your mind you were well aware of Larissa’s affections for you.

Anxiety was always quick to push you into splitting, you couldn’t have that. Not now that you’ve been doing better, not while Larissa is cluelessly busy working. She was supposed to be home soon as well. What was taking so long? Did she not want to come home to you? Overthinking was always your worst enemy, specially now.

Naturally, you hid. Having Larissa see you in this state wasn’t going to be of any help, specially if you acted out against her. At the same time you missed her so badly. You just wanted her to hold you and tell you how much she still loved you. But you hid. If she wanted you she’d come looking for you right? That was your logic anyways.

You locked yourself in the bathroom of your shared room, bringing your knees up to your chest and hiding your face between them. You didn’t really have much else to do, just wait it out, just wait for the anxiety and that feeling of a split coming on to fade away, it wouldn’t. You closed your eyes. You felt like crying, and what was the point in holding back now?

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You hadn’t noticed you fell asleep until the sound of Larissa calling for you startled you awake, then your heard it again followed by the shaking of the doorknob. “Darling- are you in here? could you just answer me so I know you’re okay?” You could hear the concern in her voice and willed yourself to unlock the door, still giving her no reply.

She let herself in, seeing your tear stricken face she immediately kneeled down and cupped your face. “My sweet girl, why are you crying what’s wrong?” You couldn’t bring yourself to explain, not mentally or physically and Larissa immediately knew. She kissed your forehead and stood, walking out to the bedroom.

This left you confused. Was she leaving you? If she was why would she kiss you so gently before doing so? It just made you want to cry more, you curled into yourself and did just that.

Larissa was at your side in mere seconds. Pulling you into her lap and offering up your paci and one of your stuffies. “Momma just needed to get some things for her baby, you see?” you nodded, hiding into her neck. “no leavs” Larissa sighed, hugging you tightly. “No my darling. Mommas not going anywhere, I promise. I apologize for leaving so suddenly without explaining.”

You sat there as she rubbed your back for god knows how long. She didn’t pull away until all your cries were soothed, your stuffie hugged between your bodies and paci in your mouth. Her always calm voice felt so comforting as she shushed your cries and eased every single one of your worries with quiet reassurance. She held your face studying you and then squinted at you, managing to pull a quiet giggle from you.

“My pretty little one, you know there’s nothing in this world momma loves more than her baby right?” You gave her a little gasp and shyly snuggled into her chest “It’s true. You’re my little treasure and momma absolutely adores you!” you hugged her as tightly as you could and responded as if it was a secret, “I adores momma evn mores”

“There’s absolutely no way! You’re my precious girl, I have all the love in the world just for you.” It was exactly what you needed. Being held and reassured by her for however long you asked.

You comfortably curled up in her arms, wanting to sleep off your headache from all the crying and Larissa was quick to carefully carry you into bed. She laid with you on her chest, the sound of her heartbeat calming you further. Just as you closed your eyes Larissa spoke again in a soft tone.

“Rest well my sweet girl, momma loves you” you nuzzled further into her, “forevers?” “Forever.” It was the perfect goodnight.

[moodymermaid3690]

"Bridge Kids" - Larissa (Fan-Child)

Let me start by apologizing for my lack of skills in drawing in the "Bridge Kids" style. This is only my second piece in the style, so practice is sorely needed.

To prevent this post from appearing too long for people scrolling through, I'll post the drawing and then explain a bit of her lore under a Keep Reading break.

To be completely transparent, my darling girlfriend, Abbey (@busyasabbey) drew Larissa first and named her. Since then, she (along with another fan-child that I'll draw in the future) has become a co-creation between the two of us. Abbey came up with the names and designs, while I came up with the back-stories.

So, I've had the head-canon of Isaiah being trans-masc since the beginning. I also ship him with Lars, and wanted to expand on how their (and the other characters') lives would be in the future - an AU of sorts.

Lars and Isaiah weren't planning on having children, considering Isaiah's sights were set on having his gender-reassignment surgeries. However, at one of his check-ups in preparation for top surgery, Isaiah is rejected. At first, he's livid and feels discriminated against, but Lars reminds him not to jump to conclusions.

When the doctor returns, they explain that the surgery is only going to have to be postponed because blood-work reveals that Isaiah is pregnant. Knowing how much it means to Isaiah to transition, Lars (reluctantly, yet supportively) assures Isaiah that it would be okay if he decided to terminate the pregnancy.

Isaiah, however, becomes rather defensive because, while children weren't in their plan, their baby was part of each of them. The conversation is sappy, but goes along the lines of: "are you kidding me?! They're part of you! Part of us! But... uh, let's just make sure this is our first and last...? Okay?"

And, that's essentially how Larissa comes to be in mine and Abbey's future-AU.

Her outfit is an almalgamation of hand-me-downs from both parents (hence Lars' shirt being turned into a dress) and her Uncle Marc Anthony.

We also have a second fan-child for Moe and Fugger. Unlike Larissa, however, their child is adopted. Her name is Maggie, but I won't delve into her lore until I finish drawing her.

A few other head-canon ideas we have include:

• Lars and Fugger host a podcast together; Lars' main job being at a convenience store and Fugger's being a librarian. Fugger is also studying to become a history teacher.

• Lars and Isaiah have two pets, a turtle named Kurt (Kurt the Turt as a joke) and a ferret named Cobain. Their names are a clear nod to Kurt Cobain, while the animals themselves are because we think Isaiah looks like a turtle and Lars looks like a ferret.

• Isaiah tutors children in music while studying to become a psychologist.

• Moe and Skid actually get their rap career off-the-ground, but often use Isaiah as a ghostwriter for their lyrics.

There are many more, but I'm running on little sleep, blood loss, and what's either severe allergies or possibly COVID. 🙃

[cissyenthusiast010155]

heya, i absolutely love your writing. seriously, it’s amazing!!

so i was wondering if i could request a larissa scenario where the reader can shapeshift. i was wondering if they could do it in a semi-public area eg car sex or event bathroom. maybe have larissa tease them publicly? eg. stroking their thigh, maybe even sitting on reader (non sexual but still in a teasing manner).

it could go as: larissa has to go to an event, can bring wife so she does. she keeps teasing r all night long and then r just can’t take it anymore.

Hi hi hi anon! Absolutely!! I love this idea 🥰 Thank you for your request, and thank you for your patience. Hope you Enjoy ♥️

Dinner Party Deals ~Larissa Weems xFem Wife!Shapeshifter!Reader

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Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smutty smut smut, shapeshifting d!cks (g!p), Hand jobs, blow jobs, d!ck riding, car sex, restroom sex, semi-public sex, teasing, pet names, etc.

Enjoy (;

“Oh Darling, Please do come with me…” Larissa cooed, batting her eyes at you.

“To the Mayor’s campaign dinner party…?” You clarified, displaying your disinterest.

“Yes. It would be far more enjoyable with you there…” she promised, stepping closer to you and caressing your check, “And… I’ll make it worth your while when we get back home…” she husked.

Shivers ran down your spine as you gazed into her piercing blue eyes.

How could you deny this woman anything?

“Ok…” you managed to say, nodding in agreement.

Larissa then stepped back, clasping her hands together.

“Wonderful! Well, we’ll need to get dressed and leave soon if we plan to be on time…” the blonde exclaimed, then mumbled.

You nodded along and smiled.

“And one more thing, Darling…” she spoke, her tone becoming hushed.

“What…?” You curiously asked.

Larissa’s lips suddenly kissed yours for what felt like a fraction of a second, pulling away until she was mere inches from your skin.

“I want you packing tonight…” she whispered mischievously, before pulling away.

You blushed and nodded, rendered semi-speechless once again.

“I… alright.” You stammered.

Larissa smiled brightly at your agreement.

You two then finished your separate work, before you started getting dressed. You out on your go-to suit and waited for Larissa downstairs. You also shapeshifted your core as your wife had requested. Larissa then came down. She was wearing a stunning blue, wrap around dress. Your eyes couldn’t get enough. It hugged her curves in all the right way.

“Oh my…” you breathed out, your heart already racing “you look… breath taking, just beautiful…”

Larissa blushed at your words, coming over to give you a thank you kiss.

“Thank you, Darling.” She purred, “Although I’m sure you cannot wait to take it off of me later this evening…” she breathed huskily down your neck.

Chills ran down your spine at the blonde’s words. Sparks of electricity washed over you and right down to your currently very apparent member. You cleared your throat and regained your composure, and you were ready to go, trying to play your reaction off as nothing.

But Larissa knew she had gotten to you…

The drive wasn’t so bad at first. You were driving while Larissa gave you the download on who would be there. But quite quickly, it became harder and harder to concentrate as her hand began to wander and draw circle on your thigh.

“—And of course the Sheriff will be there, along with…” she continued, but your mind wasn’t paying much attention, as her fingers had toyed their way to your underwear line.

Your crotch was slowly bulging. It made you blush furiously, and Larissa smirked wickedly. But before Larissa went any further than teasing or you had time to start begging her, you had arrived. You had to take a deep breath and regain your calm before exiting the vehicle and entering the dinner party.

Larissa and you walked in together, arms linked. She led you around the party, introducing you to all the important and key figures that she thought you ought to know. And then it was time for dinner. You all sat down at the many tables. You and Larissa were sat with four other individuals at your table. The mayor got up to give his speech, which you originally had planned to listen to…

Before Larissa started playing scandalous footsie with you. Your breath hitched as her feet began to explore you legs, moving her touch higher and higher. Then she added her hand to your thigh again. The combination made you lightly dizzy and you had to bite your lip to restrain yourself.

And then the dinner conversation began… That brought a whole other level of challenge to the evening. And throughout all table conversations, Larissa never once let up on her under the table teasings. Her hand had traveled to you growing bulge at one point, nearly making you choke on your wine.

“Are you alright, Darling…?” Larissa concerningly asked you, placating her entire face in an innocent mask, while continuing to palm your twitchy, clothed member.

“I… Yes, sorry…” you choked out, trying to remember to take deep breaths, while giving your wife the side eye in warning.

Luckily, the dinner party soon moved into a lounge room with chairs and more open space. You took the time to breath and clear your head as best you could. You sat down, undoing your blazer button, with a sigh. But you didn’t get much peace, as the next thing you know, Larissa and a couple other high places people come in your direction. Without warning, Larissa sits on top of you.

“And this is my lovely wife, Y/N!” The blonde principal exclaimed, slightly tipsy.

They were all tipsy and didn’t seem to mind her bold action, viewing it as a sweet thing. But your eyes widened and you gulp, desperately trying to stay calm. Much to any of the other guests ignorance, Larissa’s ass was grinding down on your thrumming member. You could barely breathe. Your eyes were so close from rolling back, and a sinful groan was seconds from escaping your throat.

“Emm…” you coughed in interruption of the conversation that Larissa was carrying with the other guests, “You must excuse me. I need to use the restroom.” You explained with a tight strain in your voice.

Larissa’s eyes shimmered wickedly at your words, but she continued to to play innocent.

“Oh of course, Darling!” She said, immediately getting off of you, “Don’t mean to keep you” she said with a mischievous and knowing smirk.

You nod lightly, before scurrying out of the room. You walked the halls of the town hall, desperately looking for the restroom and thankfully finally finding it. Luckily it was a only stall, one person bathroom.

You shut the door and locked it, before immediately undoing your trousers, pulling out your aching dick, and stroking it a couple times. Your eyes rolled back and your sighed in relief. You had to bite your lip to keep quiet, but it was so worth it. Your pre-cum was already dribbling down your cock, getting your hands all sticky, but you could care less, as you worked yourself up with ease. Suddenly a loud rapture on the restroom door made you jump.

“Darling…” Larissa purred, “I know you are in there, let me in.”

You panted, quickly putting your dick away and cleaning up yourself before answering the door. With the door open, Larissa came forward, backing you into the bathroom. Her eyes raked up and down your frame. Your pupils were dilated. You were panting. Your cheeks were flushed, your hands clammy.

“Doing something…?” She teasingly purred, backing against the door to close it and lock it.

“I… just using the restroom…” you breathed out anxiously.

Larissa hummed skeptically in response. She began moving towards you again, trapping you against the wall.

“Your fly is undone, Darling…” she wickedly quipped, tilting her head and smirking, “Let me fix that for you…”

Oh Shit…

Before you could say anything else, your wife had already undone your trouser button, and her hand was deep in your pants, palming your throbbing dick. You let out a desperate groan in response to Larissa’s actions, your head smashing against the wall as you grinded needily against her hand.

“Ohhhh… Is this what you want…?” Larissa teased, now haven taken your member fully out and stroking it, not holding back anymore.

“God Larissa please…” you pleaded with your eyes screwed shut.

“Nuh uh uh…” she tutted in reminder, “Eyes open, Darling.”

You groaned once more and opened your eyes, meeting the blonde’s lustful, playful gaze. Her hand stroked your shapeshifted dick faster. And her face told you how much pleasure and how much she got off on this…

“Please please please…” you chanted, begging the woman.

“Alright… How about this…?” Larissa tauntingly purred in your ear, “I’ll let you cum once right here and in return… you suck me off in the car”

Your stomache dropped at her words. That was even more public… What if you got caught? You’d never had sex in the car before… But God, did you want to cum so badly!!

“Yes yes deal…!!” You groaned, nodding vigorously.

Larissa smiled big at your words. Her hand tightened its hold on your cock, making you have to bite down and muffle the guttural groan that ripped through your throat, as you came all over your wife’s hand. Your whole body was thrumming with pleasure. Your mouth hung open in satisfaction, and your dick went silent, obviously very satisfied with the outcome of the last 15 minutes. Shapeshifting back to you normal cunt gave you a relief and the ability to sigh in content.

“Excellent…” The blonde lustfully hummed, while helping you over and back down from your high.

The woman then helped you clean up, as well as herself, and the two of you went back out to the party. You two were quick to excuse yourselves when it seemed for to do so, as you both had more pressing concerns. Larissa eagerly led you by hand back to the car. You both got in, breathless.

By now, you could see Larissa’s apparent bulge… You gulped and stared wide eyed the woman sitting in the driver seat next to you. The blonde looked at you expectantly, but when you didn’t do anything, she took matters into her own hands. She easily picked you up and placed you at her feet, slipping her dress up to her thighs, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any knickers… As well as her own apparent dick.

You instinctually licked your lips at the sight. You got up on your knees and immediately licked a stripe from the base to the tip, catching some of her salty pre-cum. Larissa’s head flew back almost violently, as she let quite the sinful moan slip from her lips. You stopped licking her cock to remind her to keep it down.

“Shhhh, Darling… I like you better with a mouthful of my cock…” Larissa groaned.

You nearly moaned at your wife’s words, your own cunt starting to collect slick. You then took the blonde’s dick into your mouth all the way, in one fall swoop. You nearly chocked at its size.

“Breathe, Sweet girl…” Larissa reminded you, followed by a desperate, guttural moan, “God—! You look so pretty sucking me off…!!”

You moaned in response, starting to bob up and down on her dick. Larissa’s hand weaved into your hair, pushing you down only further. You remembered to breathe many times, as the woman nearly brought you to the chocking point many times, guiding you in a brutal pace. Larissa breathed heavily, at this point, jerking her hips and fucking your mouth sloppily.

“D-darling… Mmmm gonna cum…!!” Larissa groaned loudly.

You groaned in response, only quickening your pace, and encouraging the blonde to let go. Larissa came with her loudest cry yet, squirting her hot seed into your mouth. You licked the woman clean, as she slowly gathered her bearings. She eventually released your head from her vice grip. You then looked up at Larissa, mouth full of cum.

Larissa chuckled, bringing one of her fingers to your chin, wiping the excess cum off of it and stuffing it in your mouth. You moaned at the action, and she chuckled.

“Swallow. Don’t waste any of it.” The blonde told you.

You immediately obeyed and swallowed the entire load.

“Good girl…” Larissa breathlessly husked.

Your stomache sunk at her words. And your breath hitched.

“Yes…” you panted, “I’m your good girl…”

Larissa gazed down at you in delight.

“Take your trousers and knickers off, sweet girl…” she purred.

“I… um ok.” You stammered, getting up and shimmying your bottom half of clothing off.

When you were half nude, you presented yourself to the blonde. She smirked and picke you up, placing you on her lap.

“Such a good girl…” Larissa cooed, before lining up your slick cunt with her soaked cock and slowly sinking you down on her member, “But you’ll have to try and be quiet, Darling…”

You batted your eyelashes heavily and your eyes rolled back at her actions.

“Says the woman who just cried out because of my mouth… Ohhhhh…” you chuckled which quickly turned into a guttural groan.

Larissa looked at you, taking your words as a challenge. She then pulled you all the way down on her, abruptly bottoming you out.

“Oh Fuck GOD SHIT—!!!” You practically screamed, clinging onto Larissa for dear life.

The blonde chuckled in response, clearly happy with her work. She then began slamming up into you. This only made your cries of pleasure worse.

“You were saying…?” She eagerly teased.

“Shut up…” you grumbled, “and go harder.”

“My pleasure, Darling…” Larissa moaned into your ear.

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