#Larissa x wife!reader

[sapphic-moon-child]

Chronic Illness / Disability Masterlist

So after seeing @weemssapphics post about what its really like to experience a chronic illness and it be depicted in a fiction. So after much thought and a conversation with the ever lovely @cissyenthusiast010155 I introduce to you the start of a new series that I’m calling Chronic illness and Disability truths. These will be a series of fictions based around the reader having a range of different Illnesses and disabilities. If you would like a story written with a specific Chronic Illness, disability or ailment please ask and I will do my best to make it come to life. There will be a lot of work going into what it’s like day to day from real people. Being a SpoonieSurvivor and a Hidden illness warrior and advocate this is something that is big to my heart and needs appropriate representation. Much love to all of you! - Red

Coming soon! *Will update links as we go*

Arthritis - Larissa x Reader

Cancer - Larissa x Reader

Asthma - Larissa x Daughter!Reader

Chronic Migraines - Larissa x Marilynn x Reader

Cystic Fibrosis - Larissa x Daughter!Reader

Diabetes - Larissa x Reader

Cluster Headaches - Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Fibromyalgia - Larissa x Wife!Reader

Depression - Brienne of Tarth x Reader

POTs - Larissa x Wife!Reader

Chronic Pain Disorder - TDB

Autism - TBD

Hearing Loss - TDB

OCD - TDB

Chronic Fatigue - TBD

[thegeyisshowing]

Oh, baby....

Fluff level 10000000%

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Wife!reader

Summary: Your wife Larissa and you sit down and have a talk. Absolute fluff and more chapters to come!

Warnings: None

Chapter 1: Did you just say that?

Y/n and Larissa stood hand in hand, their fingers entwined like the roots of two ancient trees. The setting sun painted the sky in hues of pink and orange, casting a warm glow over the idyllic countryside just outside of Nevermore where they had chosen to build their life together.

It had been three years since they had exchanged vows under a canopy of oak trees, surrounded by their closest friends and family. The two had joined their lives in a union that defied conventions and captured hearts from everyone around, even their students.

Their love had grown stronger with each passing day, a testament to the undeniable connection they shared. The students and other teachers gossiped about them "sneaking around," but they paid no attention. They had each other, and that was all that mattered.

As they strolled through the lush meadow that stretched out behind their charming farmhouse, Y/N's heart swelled with happiness. She looked up at her beloved Larissa, whose striking blue eyes sparkled with an undeniable joy.

"Lissa," Y/n whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you in my life. Every day with you feels like a dream come true."

Larissa squeezed your hand gently and smiled down at her. "Honey, you are my everything. I cherish every moment we share together."

The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it a sense of anticipation, as if nature itself was holding its breath, waiting for the next chapter of their story to unfold.

That evening, after a delicious homemade dinner, the couple sat together on their cozy porch swing, gazing up at the summer starlit sky. Y/N nestled her head against Larissa's shoulder, feeling a sense of peace wash over her.

As the night went on, you turned to your wife with a mysterious glint in her eye. "Lissa, I have something to ask you," she said, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

You looked up as your heart raced. "What is it, my love? You're making me curious."

A slow, radiant smile spread across your face. "I think... I think I want to have a baby."

Time seemed to stand still as Larissa processed your words. Her eyes widened with disbelief and then overflowed with tears of joy. She threw her arms around you, holding you tightly.

"Oh, Y/N, you've just made me the happiest person in the world!" Larissa exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion. "A baby? Our baby? As in you want to make a mini us?"

You nodded, your own eyes brimming with tears. "Yes, Lissa, our baby. I have been really thinking about it, and it feels like there is a hole right here." You pointed to your chest and looked down. "Like I can't stop the dreams, and honestly, I don't want to. I know I said I didn't want kids, but this big house needs little feet running around. And so do I." You told her the last bit was almost a whisper.

"My love, I never wanted to push you, but I want that too. But I would sacrifice that to be with you. Are you completely positive you want to do this? She looked deep into your eyes, and you whispered, "Absolutely honey"

The night sky seemed to shimmer with newfound magic as you held each other, envisioning the beautiful journey that lay ahead. Your love, which had already defied so many odds, was now blossoming into a new chapter, one filled with hope, dreams, and the promise of a family of your own.

Little did you two know that this tiny miracle soon to be growing within you would bring the two of you even closer together, forging an unbreakable bond that would transcend all challenges. A true love story, which had captured the schools' full attention, was about to become even more extraordinary as they embarked on the adventure of parenthood.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hello darling. Hope you had nice day and that I'm not disturbing ☺️. Please drink some water, eat something and take your meds if you take any.

Now . Hear me out. Sub!Larissa x Dom reader. Larissa had really bad day and r comforts her. Slowly things heat up and basically ends in L drooling and moaning with every hole stuffed to the brim. (R is type of outcast that can clone themselves but it disappears at will) . Some fluff and aftercare as well. Cuz heavens know this woman deserves it.

My that sounds dirty 😂 I'll understand if you are uncomfortable with writing this love, no pressure. Have nice rest of the day/night.

💤-

Heyyy, 💤 anon!! Thank you for your patience. Yes, I love this idea 🥰 I love Sub!Larissa Weems content! And I won’t judge you, this is a safe, dirty-friendly space 💗 Anyways, hope you Enjoy!! ♥️

In Times of Need ~Sub!Larissa xFem Dom!Wife!Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, strap-on fucking, eating out, body admiration, cloning, crying, kissing, drooling, anxiety, implied anxiety attack, stress, stress aches, overstimulation, etc.

Enjoy (;

Larissa walked through your front door and closed it behind her. You heard the click and your eyes flickered to the clock.

9pm… On a Friday…

She made it into the middle of the ground floor when she suddenly stopped.

“Hey Love!” You exclaimed from the kitchen.

But you got no response. You had heard the blonde come in but you hadn’t heard or seen her… Puzzled, you threw the towel which you were drying your hands with aside, and you walked into the living room which connected to the front hallway.

And there you found your wife, standing frozen in the middle of the hallway. Her shoulders were tensed, her lips pursed, her hands clutching her briefcase tightly, And her eyes were moving frantically from side to side.

“ ‘Rissa…?” You softly spoke.

Larissa’s eyes blinked and she was pulled from her thoughts back to you. She sighed incontently.

“I’m sorry, Darling… Lot of my mind…” her lips moved imprecisely in a combination sigh and mumble.

“Oh Love… Bad day…Lots on your mind…?” you comforted, lightly correcting her choice of words and coming up into her personal space.

Her eyes darted away and began its frantic movements once more. Your hand went to her cheek, caressing her face.

“Forgot my anxiety medication today…” Larissa whispered and nodded, her eyes still frantic and now starting to tear up.

Suddenly she dropped her briefcase. You sighed lightly and began to coax her out of her coat.

“I’m so sorry, ‘Ris…” you comforted the blonde.

You got her out of her coat, taking it and placing it away on its designated hook.

“It’s too much… I… no meds… got yelled at… I… c-can’t… think anymore…” the tall principal choked out.

You sighed and ran your hands lovingly down her shoulders, leaving your hands in an embrace with hers. You squeezed her hands reassuringly.

“Let me, Love…? Let me help…” you cooed.

The woman bit her lip and nodded.

“Deep breaths for me ‘Rissa please.”

Larissa listened to you and took a few deep breaths.

“Have you eaten?” You asked.

She nodded.

“Stress eating…” your wife mumbled.

Your face was filled with concern and care at her the more the blonde spoke.

“Alright, well let’s get you upstairs.” You softly cooed.

Larissa nodded and follows your lead as you brought her with you upstairs and into your shared bedroom. You placed the woman on the edge of the bed, sitting behind her. You began removing her tight pins, pin after pin, while also massaging her tight muscles. The blonde let out many small whimpers and sighs of pleasure along the way.

Once you had let all of your wife’s curls loose, you helped her stand up slowly. You unzipped her dress slowly, letting it pool to the ground. Once Larissa had stepped out of the garment, you took it and placed it in the laundry basket. You then guided the woman to the middle of the bed.

You laid down next to her, her figure inside yours, as you spooned her. One of your hands massaged her hair and scalp, and the other wandered her body, slowly massaging the tension away.

“Breathe, Baby… Deep breaths… Let me take care of you” you whispered into her ear.

Larissa let out a sigh of relief at your words. She felt safe in your arms.

“T-thank you…” she mumbled, a few tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

“Of course, Love… Anytime” you comforted.

At your words, the blondes tears fell down her cheeks.

“I… my make up… mess…” Larissa stammered.

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it…” you cooed, moving her body to face you and looking her in the eyes, “I’ll help you with that later…”

More tears flowed from the woman’s eyes as she nodded. You then placed your hands on her shoulder and hip, and lovingly pecked her lips, effectively picking up a good amount of her lipstick onto your lips. You then began to kiss her neck, transferring her lipstick from your mouth to her skin.

Larissa’s breath was evening out the more skin contact you made. You went back up to peck her lips once more, and then started kissing her shoulders, so that both her neck and shoulders were littered with kiss marks. After yet another peck to the lips, you marked the valley of her breasts with smudges of red. At this, the blonde moaned lightly. You looked up at your wife to check in with her.

“Is this alright…?” You gently asked.

Larissa nodded vigorously.

“Yesss…” she breathed out.

You looked up to the blonde and smiled at her response.

“You wanna talk about it…?”

You received a strangled sigh from her in return.

“I… I just have so much to do, all of time time…” Larissa whispers, “And it all piles up. I go to bed with things I couldn’t get done, then I wake up, and I’m behind because those things and ten others need to have been done in the days before” she rambled.

“I hear you, love… But remember, you’re doing the best that you can. You’re amazing, and you’re giving it your all.” You lovingly hummed.

“I just can’t remember the last time… a time where I wasn’t this stressed and—” the blonde’s voice chocked out for a second, before she continued, “and anxious… I just live with constant anxiety, my body aches all day long from the stress… Sometimes I wish I could just scream at the top of my lungs and get it all out” she answered.

Your face was filled with concern and care. You continued your administrations as Larissa let out all that had been bothering her. As you went on, she started to let out breathy whimpers and light moans more and more, while you worked the stress out of her body.

Eventually when Larissa had talked herself out for the time being, sitting up, you moved yourself to sit in between your wife’s legs. You then doubled yourself. Your clone moved to sit behind you, placing Larissa in between your clone’s own legs. Larissa’s eyes widened lightly and looked at the original you in question.

“Easier to cover more ground” you quipped with a light smirk.

You and your clone then took turns kissing the tall woman’s lips, then kissing, marking, littering her body with the lipstick smudges. Larissa leaned into both of your touches, lightly purring with delight. Her breathing had evened out. But you could still feel some tension in the tall blonde’s body.

“What do you feel for most of your day? What emotions do you carry with you the most, ‘Rissa?” You caringly asked.

Larissa let out a deep sigh at your posed questions. She had to think about it for a minute.

“I suppose… I feel trapped for great portions of my day… and I also feel lonely and inadequate…” she confessed.

Your heart ached at the words and meanings coming from your lovers lips. You wanted to take all the pain away from her, carry it on you back for her.

“Im proud of you for expressing yourself, love.” You praised the blonde, while unclipping her bra and removing it out of sight and mind.

Larissa sighed in relief at the harness of her breasts and back being relieved. You began to pay special attention to the newly visible skin, making your woman get goosebumps as you kissed her bare breasts. Your clone was massaging the parts of her back, which were sore from her bra.

“Can you tell me a bit about what it’s like for you to feel trapped…?”

You heard her take another shuttered, deep breath, needing a moment to compose herself, before going to answer your question,

“I feel— I feel like I’m stuck in a loop or tornado, where I can’t get out. No matter what I do, I never do the right thing. I can’t change anything. I can’t satisfy what others need of me, even though that’s all I try to do, all day long…” she vented.

Tears has started to come back to your wife’s eyes. She was trying to hold them back as best she could. You kissed each tear away as it fell down her cheek.

“Hey, hey… It’s okay to cry…” you whispered near her ear, nipping at her earlobe lovingly.

The blonde nodded in recognition of your words and croaked out a soft thank you. You nodded, then slowly moved down from her ear, making your way down Larissa’s figure, leaving litterings of lipstick stains and kisses everywhere you went.

“How about feeling lonely…? Can you expand on that feeling in your day?”

Larissa’s breathing had gotten shallow once more, but it wasn’t because of her anxiety this time. Your clone was sucking on her pressure point, as you kissed her up and down her inner thighs. When she didn’t seem to recognize your question, you pulled up slightly to look at Larissa. She was leaned back against your clone, her eyes screwed shut and her mouth open, taking ragged breaths.

“No no please…” Larissa breathlessly groaned, her eyes immediately perking up, “Please don’t stop…”

“Ok… But try your best to answer my questions, alright?” You chuckled lightly, and while doing so, beginning to slowly remove the blonde’s knickers.

Larissa sucked in a breath in recognition of what you were asking of her, and she nodded. You then fully removed her undergarments, and the woman swiftly spread her legs for you without needing to be asked.

“Good girl…” your clone breathed out under her breath, right in the shell of Larissa’s ear.

Your wife caught your praise and it send shivers straight to her core. Her face lit up with redness too, and you couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she looked.

“So… you had said that you feel lonely…?” You prompted Larissa, before lowering your mouth to her heat and slowly exploring her folds.

Larissa’s eyes flew shut and she nodded vigorously. Your clone now took to teasing the blonde’s perked buds, making it only more difficult for Larissa to reply to your asks.

“Yes I… I sit in my office all day long… alone, except for meetings… N-none asks me how I’m doing, no one stops to say hello, no one knows when my birthday is, I have no f-friends…!” The blonde breathlessly whimpers, “faster please…!”

“Because you answered my question and asked so nicely…” you hum in delight, speeding up the pace in which you lap away at her sex.

Larissa’s hands tightly fist the bedsheets and her head is rolled back against your clone’s body. The blonde rocks her body against your tongue, chasing her much needed high.

“Want… wanna cum… please help me—! Need more…!!” Your wife pleads with you.

“I’ve got one more question for you…” your clone purrs in Larissa’s ear, “and then we’ll let you cum.”

The blonde lets out a strangled moan and nods in recognition. You continue stuffing your face in the woman’s cunt, your tongue fucking into her walls and tasting her delicious juices.

“Tell me about the last feeling… inadequacy. How does that impact/feel in your life?” Your clone caringly asks.

This time, it really takes a lot of concentration from Larissa to give you a solid answer.

“It’s like I—I step into ever-y room and and… Oh God—!”

Your bringing Larissa right to the edge and then pulling her off of it, over and over again.

“And I’m always… always in-nadeq-quate, always not worthy not enough, t-too difffferent! Please please please…!!” She whimpers.

Your clone has her mouth attached to one of Larissa’s nipples, sucking on it teasingly, while Larissa’s hand is driving your head further into her pussy.

“I’m— I never enough! Outcast lesbian tall woman shapeshifter…! Please Y/N Mmm gonna cum…!!!” Larissa cries out.

Your clone releases her mouth from the blonde’s tit with a pop!, her hands replacing where her mouth was.

“Cum for me, ‘Rissa” your clone purrs into Larissa’s ear, and you purr into her pussy.

The tall woman lets go with a loud cry, her body trembling as the waves of euphoria wash over her. Her mouth hangs open and her knuckles go white as she clings to the bedsheets.

Your tongue guides her through her through her high, and you happily drink all of her squirting goodness. Meanwhile, your clone whispers words of praise into Larissa’s ear and uses her hands to massage and comfort the blonde through her climax.

Eventually, your wife’s eyes flutter back open and her body’s shaking calms down to more of small shivers. You come up from in between her legs, glistening cum all over your face, and you meet the blonde face to face, connecting your lips to hers. She hums in delight as your tongue gently enters her mouth. You kiss her lovingly, letting the woman taste herself on your tongue.

You pull away and meet Larissa’s content yet at the same time wanting more expression. You cup her cheek, caressing her face, before you and your clone slip off of the bed.

“We’ll be right back” you reassure the blonde who nods with anticipation.

When you’re both ready, you and your clone come back into the room, revealing matching straps to the blonde on the bed. Larissa gasps and bites her lip, nodding eagerly in approval. You came up the the blonde and positioned her so that she was trapped between you and your clone.

You both then eased into Larissa’s holes, effectively stretching her out and making her keel over in pleasure. Her lips quivered and spewed forth strings of moans and whimpers. Once the blonde gave you the go ahead, you two and your clone began to fuck her deeper and more intense, but keeping the pace slow and painfully pleasurable.

Larissa’s mouth hung open and her eyes were rolled far back in her foggy mind. Her creamy thighs trembled, but you quickly supported the blonde’s frame lest she collapse on you. Your clone took the opportunity to palm your wife’s tits, only making Larissa cry out in pleasure even more.

“Mmmmmm Darling…! S-so closssse…!!” The woman cried out.

You brought your fingers to Larissa’s mouth.

“Shhhh, sweet girl…” you cooed, “I know, Baby… You’re all drooly for me…”

You smirked at Larissa’s drool, traveling down her chin, as you stuffed your fingers into her mouth. She gladly accepted them, moaning at having another hole of hers stuffed.

“Cum for me, ‘Rissa…” you purred into the blonde’s ear.

Your words sent Larissa into a frenzy, and with all her jokes being so tirelessly worked, she tipped over the edge once more with ease.

Her high left her limp and panting. You were about to continue, push her further, when her voice interrupted you.

“Red D-darling… too much…” Larissa breathlessly stammered.

You immediately understood, making your clone slowly pull out of her and then making the clone disappear. You then slowly pulled out of the blonde, and set your strap-on aside.

“Thank you for telling me. I’m so proud of you.” You caringly comforted the woman.

You then went to the bathroom and returned with a washcloth. You cleaned Larissa up, gently and taking your time. Afterward, you guided her into the bathtub. You ran the water, and got in the tub as well, starting to lovingly clean and caress the goddess in front of you. You made sure to clean the make up of her face as well.

Larissa was all ready for bed once she’d had you help out on her nighttime clothes. She practically fell face first on the bed. You giggled lightly, before joining the woman. Snuggled up into each other’s bodies, Larissa spoke for the first time in a while.

“Thank you, Love. I mean it.” The blonde whispered.

“Of course, ‘Ris… Anytime” you cooed in a hushed tone, then kissing the woman on the forehead lovingly.

~~~

Larissa Weems Masterlist

[crienneoftarth]

missing larissa hours

[melolord14]

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Thank you all for your support and comments! I appreciate it!

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Larissa Weems - still in work

[shawncantwrite]

Some doodles of Claire Royales and Larissa from my fic "Falling like the stars"...........

@agrimmsetofcircumstances this is my spouse. They chose the color of the jacket. I'm sorry if the coloring looks off sobs. I'll post Marilyn and Claire soon I just need to find out where th my art went

[grzkkfj]

𝐑 𝐄 𝐐 𝐔 𝐄 𝐒 𝐓 𝐒 𝐎 𝐏 𝐄 𝐍

Hello, dear readers!

As a voracious reader of all sorts of fan fiction I have decided to join this peculiar family of authors, so officialy I announce to you that from now on I'll be more than happy to accept any requests! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 And, of course, from time to time something of my own devising will certainly drop in.

It will certainly be a while before I get up to speed with my writing, but for now I'd love to write scripts involving Gwendoline Christie/Larissa Weems. 

So there is nothing to wait for! Feel free to send your ideas and wait for the new post to appear! 🖤

[sapphic-moon-child]

Bumps Along the Way

Larissa x Shapeshifter!Reader Pregnant!Reader Pregnant!Larissa

Warnings: Pregnancy struggles, Pregnancy/childbirth, Miscarriages, Mental illness, Swears or curses, Infant Death, Stillborn, PTSD, Panic attacks

A/N: This story is going to be heavy, it deals with real life situations that most don’t understand the pain of. 1 in 4 women will experience this in their lifetime, remember you don’t know everyone's history. Please be kind and I'm sorry if this makes you sob like it did me writing it.

Chapter 1: From the beginning

You and Larissa had been married now for 3 years, life had settled down and you both were extremely happy. Last year the school board decided to build a small 3 bedroom cottage on the school grounds for the headmistress and yourself as you both were longtime teachers and administrators of the school and had no intentions of leaving. You were coming up on your tenth year teaching at Nevermore and Larissa had been here since she was 15, the school, the students, etc.. it was your home. You would still have your old quarters attached to Larissa’s office for on-call nights, but you were ecstatic that you both had a real home on the grounds of your favorite place to be. It was far enough to have a bit of privacy, but close enough that if a student or teacher needed either of you. 

As time went on and life settled down the two of you decided that you wanted to start a family, this though turned out to be no easy feat though. After multiple tries and tests, you were losing hope that you would ever get pregnant. You knew that both of you being shapeshifters meant that you wouldn’t have to find a donor or go through IVF, but you didn’t realize all the complications that would follow. Larissa was ecstatic about getting you pregnant, but the more time that passed you could see the saddened look on her face that she tried to hide with every negative test. After four months of negative tests, you decided to see an outcast OBGYN. After several tests you learned that your egg count was very low and the possibility of becoming pregnant was very slim. You were prescribed a various amount of medications, shots and hormones to take to hopefully assist you in your journey. 

Larissa was the most kind and patient wife to you, supporting you through it all, giving you your shots while you cried every night and holding you after whispering sweet praises into your hair of how well you did. She kept a diary of your temperatures and cycles and finally after three months you two cried at the positive test setting on the counter. You were finally pregnant. You kept the pregnancy quiet not wanting to tell anyone until you knew the gender. The weeks went by and everything was going to plan, spending your evening curled up in her embrace on the sofa or bed adding things together to your pinterest boards. You had decided on a soft yellow nursery minimalist theme with little touches of gray here and there. As you approached your 20 week scan you were booming with excitement, you were halfway to meeting your little one, everything had gone so well and you found out that you were having a girl! You had painted the nursery and bought a beautiful teak wood crib and matching rocking chair. A soft yellow changing table was placed in the corner of the room, and hung above it was a sign that said “Baby Weems”. You had a soft yellow dresser next to it filled with onesies, diapers and all the other bits you would need. Larissa spent many evenings working on all the little things while you sat in the rocker watching her, cradling your bump and smiling. You had so much love for your unborn baby, and so did Larissa. The sweet little kisses to your bump and the way she talked to the baby were so lovely and gentle. 

After dinner you two had decided on an early night, you had enjoyed a wonderful Mediterranean salad with grilled chicken and feta cheese (your new craving) and decided to take a nice hot shower together before climbing in bed. Larissa wrapped her arms around you and left small kisses on your neck before pulling you just a smidge closer and drifting off to sleep. But nothing could prepare you for the night that was about to unfold. You woke up to a sharp pain in your lower abdomen and a wet feeling between your legs. You shook Larissa awake and started to cry and shake uncontrollably when she turned on the bedside lamp and sucked in a breath when she saw the crimson stained sheets. Your voice shook as you tried to talk, but were overcome by another sharp pain. “Th-...The baby..” You cried out at her. She was up and out of bed immediately and grabbed you a new set of shorts. “It's okay my love, let's quickly change you out of those wet shorts and we will go straight to the hospital. I'll call doctor Montgomery on our way to meet us. Larissa gently cleaned you up in record time and carried you out to the car wrapped in a blanket. She had pulled you two into the Jericho emergency room lot in record time, picking you up as you cried out in pain and all but ran through the doors. Your doctor was waiting in the lobby for you and had a wheelchair ready. Your mind was spinning and you held your belly with one hand and Larissa’s with the other as you were rushed up to Labor and delivery.

The nurses tried to help you change, but you wouldn’t let them, you didn't want anyone to touch you but Larissa. She helped you change into a gown and they started an IV of fluids on you as your doctor did an ultrasound. During the process you felt a gush of fluid between your legs and your eyes went wide and you could only cry harder. Larissa held you as you kept a death grip onto her. When Dr. Montgomery spoke, you sobbed your heart out and Larissa couldn’t hold herself together anymore. “I’m so sorry Mrs. Weems… There is no heartbeat.” The words sounded like venom to your ears and before you could even speak a contraction ripped through your body, leaving you with a hoarse scream. Y/n I need to see how far dilated you are okay? Baby is too big so we're going to have to do this the old fashion way okay. “No!... I'm not ready!” You sobbed as she put on a pair of gloves and maneuvered your legs for you, you buried your face into Larissa’s chest. “Sweetheart you are already at 9cm, unfortunately we can't give you anything for the pain right now as you are too far progressed.” She looked at Larissa with a sorrowful expression as you writhed in pain. “I’ll be back in just a moment.” She excused herself to let the nurses know what was going on and that they were going to need extra support. By the time she got back into the room you were in full blown tears and squeezing Larissa’s hand for support. The nurses started to quietly come into the room without you noticing. The doctor whispered something to Larissa and she nodded, helping you sit up slightly as she lowered the back of the bed a bit. Larissa toed off her shoes and jacket and slid in behind you legs draped over the sides of the bed you could sit back against her and she could wrap you in an embrace. 

You calmed only slightly in her hold. You were too zoned out in pain and mental exhaustion to realize the doctor checking you and putting your feet up in the stirrups. “Y/N its time to start pushing sweetheart” Dr. Montgomery said, lightly tapping your leg to get your attention. You looked up at Larissa with tears falling down your face. “I can’t do this” you spoke in a strangled cry. “My love you can, listen to your body it will guide you.” Your wife spoke softly through her own tears. As if on cue your body took over and you pushed with all you had in you. After two more pushes you felt your body relax and a tiny baby wrapped lightly in a blanket was put on your chest into your arms. You cried harder than you ever have before. Looking down at your baby now earthside and heavenside all at once. Larissa’s arms never releasing your hold as you trailed a finger down the baby’s tiny cheek. You felt another pain that wasn’t as bad as before and something released from your body. The nurses cleaned you up and helped you change into a new gown, never letting your baby leave your arms. The doctor told Larissa to take all the time you needed with her, and they dimmed the lights and left the room giving you some privacy. 

Larissa had now shifted next to you and you were curled up in her arms, both of you cradling your tiny baby. She held the baby’s tiny hand with her fingers, softly stroking it. “We are going to be okay, my love.” She whispered to you. You spent 4 hours with your sweet, tiny little girl before the nurses came in and told you it was time. You cried silently into Larissa’s chest when they took her away. She let her tears fall into your hair as she held you.  Two days later you went home, with no baby. You felt empty and lost. The funeral was tomorrow and you didn’t know how you were going to handle it. The time came and went and upon arriving back at your home you both were shocked to see your front yard and steps decorated with cards and flowers from what you could believe was from every student at nevermore. You silently let a few tears go, as did Larissa. Walking in to your home you noticed a card on your counter. Opening it you read the familiar cursive.

“The fridge and freezer are stocked with enough meals for several weeks. We all love you, take all the time you need, your Nevermore family will be here when you need us. -Much Love, Marilyn”

[thegeyisshowing]

Oh, baby chapter 2

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Wife!reader

Fluff level: 10000000%...Angsty but also the best kind of tooth rotting love.

Warnings: smut, mentions of TTC and pregnancy struggles

Chapter 2: Trials of love

In the slow passing time that followed your revelation, the farmhouse you shared with your wife became a hub of excitement and anticipation. You poured over books about pregnancy and ate all the right foods. But days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. One negative after another. You started losing the excitement and started gaining sadness.

You knew it wasn't Larissa's fault as just to be sure with her shape-shifting abilities that she had good numbers. Which she did. But the problem wasn't her, it was you. You felt awful. Every test you had taken came back with another single line, making you feel even more broken.

"Darling, it's not your fault." Larissa cupped your cheeks with her hands and wiped away the few tears that had stained your face. "But it is! You don't get it, Rissa, it's MY body that won't work!" You pulled away from her and backed up against the wall, holding yourself while you cried so hard that you started to hyperventilate.

Larissa knew you were having a breakdown. She had seen it from you before. The uncomfortable panic and anxiety that your brain tried to trick you with. She quickly kicked off her heels and slowly walked up to you. Kneeling down in front of you where you had slid yourself to the floor.

"My love…" was all she had to say for you to crack and leap into her arms. "Shh, that's it. Let it out honey." She rocked you in her arms until you calmed, and then scooped you up off the floor and carried you into your large bathroom. She sat down on the stool next to the big claw foot double tub and started the water. She did it with ease without letting go of you in the process.

She stood up and walked over to the bathroom counter and set you down while still standing in front of you. She gave a silent look, asking permission to undress you. You just nodded your head. As soon as the two of you were undressed, she turned off the running water and gently lowered you into the bath.

She stepped away, and your eyes filled with panic. "Calm now, my love, I'm not leaving." She reached into the drawer next to the sink and pulled out a lighter and lit three of your favorite smelling candles. And dimmed the lights low. Slowly, she walked over and slid in behind you into the warm water.

You allowed her to pull you back against her, and she peppered you with kisses. She started at your shoulder, then your arm, working her way around to your neck and up to your cheek. She slowly turned your head and gave you a long, deep kiss, wrapping her arms around your waist and holding you tightly to her.

"I love you, Y/N Weems." She told you softly and kissed you again. "No more tests, no more scheduled sex or temperature checks. None of it. It will happen when the goddesses above deem it to be honey." You let out a shuddering breath at her statement. Your shoulders are relaxing more than they had in weeks, and as much fun as you have had baby making, it felt like work, not love, and you were tired.

You relaxed in silence as your wife washed your hair and then hers, taking her sweet time pampering you properly. She drained the tub and stepped out to grab a towel, then helped you up and wrapped you in a towel and scooped you up again. She set you down on the bed and brushed your hair, and braided it just the way you liked and slowly removed your towel. "No babies tonight, just love…" she whispered into your ear.

She laid you back onto the bed and lifted one of your legs, peppering kisses from your ankle to your upper thigh and down the other leg too, causing a bright red blush to envelop your pale skin. Straddling you, she kissed your navel and trailed up to your breasts, kissing and giving little nips and squeezes. She ran her fingers through your hair and attacked your neck and jaw and soon caught your lips. You were breathless with desire for her touch. When she said love, she meant it with all her being.

"You are so gorgeous, darling." She said as she slid herself back down to your center. Giving the slowest lick to your folds with her tongue, your hips bucked up greedily to meet her now steady movements. Your voice went hoarse, and you moaned her name. "Rrr-rissa I'm close don't st-stop…" you moaned wildly when she started to suck your clit and held your hips in place. She slid two fingers in with ease and started hitting just the right spot to send you over the edge with a scream. She continued to suck and slowly milk your orgasm until you started to come down.

You laid there breathless for a few moments before flipping her onto her back and straddling her now shifted member. You looked at her and sank down into her hard cock. A moan escaped both of your lips as you took her fully and it didn't take you long to get into a rough pace with her. It was hot and dirty and you both were dripping with sweat. It only took a few more minutes for you both to hit the edge and climax hard, both of you screaming each other's names.

You rolled off of her and onto your back, panting and trying to catch your breath. You closed your eyes and let the euphoria envelop you, so much so that you didn't notice your wife getting up and walking to the bathroom. She quickly cleaned herself up and brought back two wet rags for you. She sat back down and cleaned you up, starting with your legs and core, then swapping rags and cleaning your face and torso from the sweat. Once she was done, she pulled out two bottles of water from the bedside cupboard and held one to your tired lips.

"Drink darling," you happily did so, and once half the bottle was gone, you pulled back and closed your eyes again. "Love you too, Rissa." Larissa ran her fingers over your cheek and drank some of her own water. She laid down, pulling you into her warm body and pulled the covers over both of you. As she wrapped herself around your sleepy but blissful self, she couldn't help the smile that filled her heart, and the two of you fell into a deep slumber.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Give Me What I Want ~Bratty!Bottom!Larissa Weems xFem Wife!Teacher!Reader

Summary— You won’t give into a bratty Larissa. No matter how much she persists…

Anon Request— Wanted to ask for two separate requests. One Morticia and one Larissa (two separate posts), but they’re both bottoms. Like really bratty bottoms. Thank you for taking the time to read this. You don’t have to do both you could just do one or the other or none. Sorry if that doesn’t make sense. But thank you I love your stuff!! Anon Response— Thank you for the request, anon!! Here’s the first one, a bratty Larissa. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!, heavily implied smut, used sex toy, implied masturbation, nudity, comforting, light physical touch, teasing, flustering, bratting, begging, implied begging kink, etc.

Enjoy (;

Larissa let out yet another loud and dramatic groan. She was sitting at her desk, working away, and you were sitting by the fire, reading.

Every few minutes, the woman would groan needily. And every time the groan got louder and more like a moan. A minute passed before she groaned again.

“Larissa May…” you hummed warily, not looking up from your book.

You only used her full name in professional settings or when she was bratting and you needed her attention.

Larissa straightened up a bit at the sound of her given name.

“Yes Darling…?” Her sultry tone replied with a deceptive innocent cover over it.

“Do you need something…?” You hummed.

You knew she did. She needed sex. Or to masturbate. But she wasn’t allowed to. She had been teasing you and bratting all of yesterday and into today. She would not be rewarded for that kind of behavior, not on your watch.

Larissa groaned again in response, slouching and leaning back in her seat.

“Use your words…” you hummed across the room.

Larissa grumbled something that you couldn’t quite make out. You finally put the book down and came over to her desk, standing on the opposite side and placing your hands down on the desk.

Larissa looked at you from her slouched position.

“Touch me, Darling…?” She whined.

You shook your head.

“Nuh uh, you haven’t earned that.”

Larissa replied in a groan, then standing up.

“Maybe I’ll just do it myself…!” She huffed, making a dramatic attempt to run off to her attached private quarters in her office. You swiftly moved in front of the door, blocking her from access to her bedroom.

“Nope.” You crossed your arms in an attempt to show your unwavering mind.

“You are mean…, so mean… you know that right?” Larissa huffed, going back to her desk to sit back down with another groan.

“Then you should have been good.” You quipped with a shrug of your shoulders.

Larissa’s response was to stick her tongue out in you in a playful manner.

You had never seen this woman so bratty before…

“That,” you pointed at her scowling expression and out stuck tongue, “is not helping your case. Behave.”

You then turned around and went to sit back down on your chair by the fire. You picked up your book and continued to read.

Time went by, and you went from reading back to grading , and while Larissa had stopped groaning so dramatically, she was now whimpering and every time you looked your way, she gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes.

And she also got distracted more and more from her work. You caught her giggling as she looks at her phone screen from time to time. You knew she was probably texting with Marilyn, comparing to her about how unfairly you were treating her.

But you just continued to ignore her tactics. A couple hours, you and Larissa decided to call it a night, both retreating into your shared private quarters for the night. Larissa looked at you hopefully as the two of you got into bed. But you simply gave her a kiss good night, wished her sweet dreams, and then turned to the other side facing away from her.

The next morning, Larissa was just as fired up and determined to get her fix from you. Her hands along your figure were wandering all morning, teasing you endlessly. She joined you in the shower too, beginning to kiss your exposed collar bone, but you swiftly turned around and put Larissa back in her place.

You both arrived at the staff room early that morning, Larissa reorganizing the room from the last days and you making the morning coffee for all your colleagues. That’s when Marilyn walked in, holding her morning cup of tea.

“Morning, you two…” she hummed suggestively, taking a sip of her tea afterwards.

“Morning…” Larissa grumbled.

“Morning!” You chirped.

Marilyn eyed the two of you.

“I see that Larissa hasn’t gotten what she wants?”

You chuckled and hummed with a nod, to which Larissa scoffed.

“She is being ridiculous.” Larissa huffed, obviously that being a no to Marilyn’s question.

Marilyn laughed dryly a little, smiling in amusement at the interaction between the two of you.

“Well, for what it’s worth, I am sorry, Larissa…” Marilyn spoke to Larissa, then turning to you and whispering, “Don’t give in”

She gave you a not so well hidden thumbs up with the hand closer to you, but Larissa immediately caught Marilyn’s whispering and hand motion.

“Hey!! Mar, I thought you were on my side??” Larissa whined.

“Jesus, it is bad.” Marilyn chuckled, taking another sip from her mug, glancing at Larissa and then towards you in sympathy.

“You both are mean…!” Larissa scoffed, leaving the staff room in a huff.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, as you watched Larissa storm off. Marilyn gave you a sympathetic smile and walked out, most likely back to her greenhouse to prepare for her first class.

The day went by, and you didn’t hear much of anything from Larissa. This made you suspicious. So during lunch, you made your way to your shared private quarters to find the woman.

But you didn’t find her in the bedroom, instead you found an obviously used vibrating dildo placed right at the center end of your bed, still coated in lube and what you knew what your wife’s juices. You then heard the shower start, and you immediately went to the bathroom, only to find a nude Larissa in the shower.

You gasped lightly, giving you away, and making the talk blonde turn around and give you the most mischievous grin.

“Hello Darling… How was your day…?” She cooed mischievously.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“You know that you are digging yourself a deeper hole, right?”

Larissa bit her lips and shrugged.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” she suggestively cooed, “My day was amazing, thank you for asking.”

You took a deep breath, and left without another word. You went back into the bedroom, grabbing the used sex toy, and returning to the bathroom.

“Clean this.” You said while placing the toy on the bathroom counter.

Then you actually left, needing to get the woman out of your mind. She had successfully started to get under your skin, and you needed to take a breather. You went back to your classroom for the rest of your classes and grading.

It was late evening, you had finished your grading for the day and you were tired. So you finally made your way back to Larissa. You entered her office without knocking. As soon as you entered, Larissa stopped all that she was doing.

“Thank goodness you’re here, Darling” the blonde exclaimed, standing up and coming over to meet you in the middle of the room.

She went to embrace you, and you allowed it. At least for a a couple seconds, before backing up out of the embrace.

“I… I made it worse…” Larissa confessed, looking down at the ground and biting her lip.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, bringing your hands to the woman’s shoulders. Larissa hummed in delight at the touch you were giving her.

“Should have listened to me…” you teasingly cooed.

Larissa went red.

“Shut up…” she muttered.

You grabbed her chin, swiveling her gaze to your eye level.

“What do you want, hmmm…?”

“You. Need you…” She whispered.

You smirked, dropping all touch from Larissa, making her whine.

“Then beg.”

Larissa’s mouth nearly dropped and her eye widened.

“I—No.” she scoffed.

“Oh well, then I can’t help you…” you said with a shrug, starting to walk to the door to your bedroom.

But Larissa grabbed your wrist, turning you back to her after a couple of steps.

“Wait…!”

You tuned around, looking at the woman with a smirk.

“Yes…?” You purred.

Larissa took a heavy breath, then she marched to the bedroom, pulling you by your wrist. You allowed it mainly because you thought she was about to break. She closed the door behind you, then she asked you to sit on the edge of the bed.

Larissa now stood in front of you, shuffling your feet.

“Please…” she whispered.

“What…?” You teasingly cooed, “I can’t hear you, ‘Rissa…”

“Please Darling… please fuck me…” she breathed out, her eyes screen shut and her fists clenched.

“Mhmmmm…” you hummed, not quite satisfied, “Kneel. And say it with your eyes open.”

Larissa’s breath hitched and she gritted her teeth. She wanted it so bad… bad enough to beg…?

Apparently so, as Larissa dropped to her knees after a minute, and looked up at you with open eyes.

“Please fuck me, Y/N, I need you… Only you can satiate my needs… please Darling… I’m desperate…!”

You smirked and cupped the woman’s chin. Larissa hummed, closing her eyes and happily leaning into the little touch you gave.

“You look so good when you beg, ‘Ris…” you cooed.

You retracted all touch once more.

“But you haven’t apologized for what you’ve done these last few days…”

Larissa’s eyes widened again and she gulped. Her eyes glinted in that mischievous nature once more.

“I—I’m not sorry for that.” Larissa suddenly quipped.

You sighed, getting off the bed.

“Then I can’t help you…” you sighed lightly, leaving Larissa kneeling in front of the bed with an open mouth.

~~~

Larissa Weems Masterlist

[littledollll]

STOP IT THIS IS SO CUTE TY SM BAE<3

This and readers the one on the leash

Writers block is kicking my ass, babe 🥹

This is definitely not one I’m super proud of but practice makes progress :)

Hope this is okay 😘💍

“Always”

Warnings: none really, maybe a pushy man at the end?

“I only want you,” she often assured you, and of course you knew she was telling the truth. Still, you couldn’t help the jealousy bubbling it’s way out any time someone looked in her direction.

Larissa often joked she may need to buy you a leash, and not the fun kind. “I- I am not that bad!” You cried, in an attempt to defend yourself. “You threaten to fight anyone who dares to even look in my direction. We’re attending a gala tonight, dear, people are going to look at us,” she chuckled as she finished applying her makeup. Pushing yourself up, you sat on the bathroom counter top and pouted. “It’s okay for them to talk to you but when they look at you like they want to devour you whole, that’s when I want to destroy them,” you finished with a cheeky smile. She hummed as she hung her robe in the linen closet. Smirking as she walked past you and out of the door, you could just barely hear her say, “well, maybe if you behave…I’ll let you destroy me later,” with a squeak you hopped off the counter and finished getting dressed.

When you two arrived at the venue, you could already tell that both of you would be socially exhausted by the end of it. The decor was absolutely stunning. There was a plush carpet for the attendees to enter on, a large sculpture that was carefully carved out of ice, and a custom art piece for Nevermore Academy. Arm in arm, you and Larissa strolled into the event.

“Larissa! It’s been so long, you look phenomenal,” a tall woman with raven black hair down to her waist, sultrily greeted your partner. Your grip on Larissa had tightened as she interacted with the other woman. Narrowing your eyes as you watched the woman, whose name you learned was Morticia, get closer. “Morticia, this is my partner, Y/N. I wouldn’t be as accomplished as I am, without them,” she spoke full of pride. You stuck your hand out to greet the woman. She was beautiful, that was undeniable, but nothing compares to your wife. Larissa had told you all about her past with Morticia when her daughter, Wednesday, had been newly enrolled. You trusted her, that you were certain of, but Morticia had a certain glint in her eyes when she looked at Larissa. As she left to greet other party goers, you attempted to follow behind her. Taking a step forward, you felt your coat being held in place. Trying once more to push forward, you finally looked to your wife, who had a firm grasp on you. “Uh uh, pretty one. Stay with me,” she smirked as she pulled you back and grabbed your hand. You huffed and rolled your eyes as Larissa just chuckled at your antics.

The remainder of the evening went smoothly and you even enjoyed your time a bit. That was, until the very end. A large man in a very obviously expensive suit and pair of leather boots, walked over with his head held high. “Good evening, ladies,” he smoothed his beard and flashed what you’re sure he thought was a look that would make any woman melt instantly. “No,” was all you said before moving between Larissa and the car door. “Ah, the little lady is feisty, I like it,” he laughed, looking up at Larissa who you could tell was getting uncomfortable. You looked around to check your surrounding just in case you lost your shit,”I’m not a lady, and that one,” pointing towards your wife,” is taken. She’s married. You may leave,” you sneered. You opened the door and ushered your wife into the vehicle, you could sense the concern in her eyes and quickly tapped her arm to reassure her, “Go ahead and start the car, baby.”

Shutting the door, you made your way back to the man. Crinkling your nose, removing your coat, and making some scary eye contact, the man slowly took a step back. “I’m sorry, I thought I said she was taken? Maybe I forgot to mention that. Hm, well,” you cracked your knuckles and slightly tilted your head, as you waited for him to respond. Your gaze remained glued to his, even as your wife rolled the window down,”Y/N, he’s not worth it. Please, get in. Let’s just go,” you didn’t budge. “Thats right, Lady. Get ahold of your fucking animal,” he barked, still looking a little on edge.

“You’re right, Rissa, he’s not. But, you are,” narrowing your eyes, you planted your foot behind you and bent your knees, readying to make this man regret even breathing in her direction. “What the fuck-“ the man furrowed his brows and spoke before being cut off by another woman. “Matthew! They’re all asking for you inside! Hurry up!” She shouted across the lot. You eyed him down as he backed away and sped over to the entrance. Brought back to reality by Larissa calling your name again, you finally grabbed your coat, and got into the car.

“I’m sorry, Larissa. Maybe you should buy me that leash, huh?” You tried to joke, looking up at her with a guilty pout. She smiled, focusing on the road, but occasionally glancing your way, “You wouldn’t be able to protect me like that while on a leash, now would you?” She smirked, “You we’re ready to fight a man three times your size, and all for me?” You rubbed circles along the back of her free hand, as you chuckled.

“Thank you for loving me so much, Y/N”

“Always.”

[milfsloverblog]

Good Luck, Babe! (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

A/N: I know, I know. I’ve got series waiting for an update blah blah blah. But when something sparks your inspiration, you just got to get to work!! This one’s - obviously - inspired by the Chappell Roan song. This is full on ANGST, HURT NOT COMFORT, you’ve been warned! One shot, no second chapter to fix it all. We love the pain. Hope you’ll enjoy my darlings and don’t forget to like and reblog if you do!! <3

Larissa had been startled awake by a sudden loud noise, her heart pounding in her chest as her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the bedroom she shared with the banshee that slept next to her.

Not a literal one - although that might have been a better choice, Larissa thought as she turned her head towards the man she’d been sharing a bed with for over a decade and nearly two. Ha, there it was again. That loud snoring that kept her awake for nights on end. A banshee, that’s what he sounded like.

She sat up, carefully swinging her legs on the side of the bed and trying her best not to wake him up - somehow the snoring was still more bearable than his incessant yapping when he was awake.

Larissa took a deep breath, rubbing her hands on her face as she contemplated what to do with the rest of her night. She had a little over four hours left of sleep before her alarm would go off, signifying the beginning of her working day. She brushed her fingers through her silver hair, holding back a whine when some of it got stuck in her wedding ring.

Oh bitter irony, she thought as she pulled away to inspect the golden ring on her left hand.

The banshee snored again, pulling Larissa out of her thoughts and nearly making her consider squeezing a pillow on her husband’s face. Instead, she quietly got out of bed, throwing a silky robe on her silkier shoulders and tying it close as a shiver ran down her spine.

Things could have been so different.

As her hand brushed down the wooden handrails of the main stairs, Larissa couldn’t help but reminisce about her younger days. She thought of Nevermore when she was only a student there and not in charge of it. The Poe cup, the Rave’N, the feeling of soft hands on her skin. Larissa stopped dead in her tracks. She could have sworn that she had felt it, right there in the middle of the staircase, the ghost of soft hands on her midriff. She took a deep breath and hurried down the stairs on the tip of her toes, still not wanting to wake up the banshee that rested upstairs.

Turning the light on as she made her way to the kitchen, Larissa walked straight to the sink and knelt to access the cupboard below it. She didn’t even look at the bottles, grabbing the first one that met her hand and pulling it out of the cupboard. It would be a good one anyway, her darling husband always made sure of it. Grand wine, grand house (that she had been against buying), grand life, grand wife. The thought left a bitter taste in Larissa’s mouth and she hurried to open the bottle, eager to replace the bitterness of a wasted life with the bitter taste of an aged Chianti.

As she sipped on her freshly poured wine, Larissa’s mind transported her back to a night twenty years ago.

“They’ll catch us!” Larissa half-whispered as her hand squeezed yours.

“Everyone’s at the Rave’N, they won’t even notice we’re gone. Come on, even if they did, Nevermore’s brightest student and its biggest weirdo? No one would speculate that we’re together. They’ll think that you went to bed early, as a bright student should, and that I’m hiding in some dark corner all alone like a loser.” You joked, pushing the door to your room open.

“I’m not Nevermore’s brightest student, Morticia is,” Larissa said, her crimson-painted lips falling in a soft pout.

“Ha, so nothing about me not being a weirdo or a loser?” You feigned being hurt before letting out a chuckle. “Morticia doesn’t have half of your intelligence nor a quarter of your beauty. She’s got a big pair of tits, that’s all.” You shrugged, closing the door behind you.

Something churned inside Larissa’s stomach, the early stirrings of jealousy making her face grow hot at the mere thought of you finding Morticia somewhat attractive.

“Kiss me,” she demanded.

“Wait, I’ve got something-“You didn’t have time to finish your sentence as Larissa's lips crashed against yours, bruising and demanding.

Larissa opened her mouth and you quickly followed, allowing her to thrust her tongue against yours in a dance you two had been rehearsing for months. Her lips moved down your chin and up your jaw, leaving a trail of red marks that you’d have to scrub at in the morning.

“Riss-“ you whined when she nipped at the thin skin of your neck, gently pulling away from her. “Wait, wait-“

Larissa reluctantly let go of you, wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb and clearing her throat.

“I want to take my time,” you explained. “We always do this so quickly, most of the time I can’t even get you fully naked. Let’s take our time, everyone will be busy downstairs for another couple of hours.”

Larissa pushed a small smile and nodded. She sat down on your bed and watched as you pulled something from underneath it.

“How on earth did you get that?!” She squealed, nearly ripping the green bottle from your hand.

“Borrowed it from the kitchen,” you shrugged.

“You know that borrowing means you’ll give it back at some point, right?” Larissa mumbled as she read the tag on the bottle.

“Yeah, whatever. I’ll buy some cheap bottle from the supermarket downtown and put it back in the kitchen.”

Larissa let out a snorting laugh and shook her head.

“Do you even know how much this is worth?” She said, gesturing with the bottle in her hand.

“Now don’t be rude,” you raised an eyebrow. “You’re the one that comes from a rich family, not me.”

“Shut up and pour us a glass, if you have anything to open the bottle with!” Larissa pouted. You knew she hated being reminded that she came from money, but it simply was the truth.

“Who do you take me for, a rookie?” You huffed as you opened your bedside table only to pull out a bottle opener and wave it victoriously in Larissa’s face, making her laugh.

What happened next was a little blurry in Larissa’s mind. She remembered sharing the wine, drinking straight from the bottle as you laughed about everything and nothing. She remembered spilling wine on the awfully expensive gown her father had bought her for the Rave’N, and then soft hands helping her out of it. Her head between your thighs, yours between hers. She remembered falling asleep in your arms and waking up still in your arms the next morning. And that had been the breaking point for Larissa. Her parents would never agree to this, to her having this sort of feelings for women, for you. She had to nip this in the bud before it went too far. And so she did.

Larissa made sure to avoid you like the plague after that night, going as far as becoming friends with Morticia Frump and her clique even though she knew how much you disliked them. And then came Henry. He wasn’t Larissa’s type, obviously. But he would please her parents and so she let him court her until they officially became a thing. Then everything had gone so fast, her final year at Nevermore, the graduation, Henry proposing.

“Larissa!” You ran after her inside Nevermore after witnessing Henry’s proposal in the yard. What a dick move, proposing right after she had graduated. Nice way to steal her spotlight.

Larissa spun on her heels, fidgeting with the new ring that felt unfamiliar on her left hand.

“What do you want?” She sighed, trying her best to keep her eyes off of you.

“You can’t do that,” you said, shaking your head. “You can’t marry him, you don’t even love him! Larissa, please…”

“Please what?” Larissa snapped. “What did you think? That this fling we had would turn into more than it was? Don’t be ridiculous.”

You swallowed your pain, refusing to let your heart burst at the seam.

“When you wake up next to him in a decade or two,” you said, fighting against the lump in your throat. “And you’ll realise that you’re nothing more than his wife, you’ll think of me. You’ll think of everything we shared all of those years ago.“

It was Larissa’s turn to swallow thickly as she took in your words. Marrying him meant security, a normal life. But it also meant losing her freedom, Larissa knew that.

“Say something,” you pleaded, hoping that it would be enough for your ex-lover to change her mind.

“I’m sorry,” she simply replied, holding her head high as she always did in any situation - good or bad. “You knew this would come to an end.” She added before giving a small nod and walking past you, the sound of her kitten heels echoing down the corridor.

She hadn’t seen you since. You hadn’t replied to the wedding invite she had sent. She had hoped you’d show up, she’d hoped to prove to you that she had made the right choice. That she was happy in the life she had picked for herself. That she had moved on. But she hadn’t really moved on, had she? Drinking herself half-blind almost two decades after she’d last seen you. Maybe you had moved on. Surely you had.

When Larissa was pulled back to reality, to the empty kitchen and the emptier glass of wine in her hand, tears had started running down her cheeks which she hastily wiped away.

She had thought about reaching out more times than she would ever admit. But she never dared. Not when she had found your Facebook and you seemed so happy with that woman on your profile picture. She would never dare reach out to you for she knew that you would tell her what you always did whenever she had to deal with the consequences of her actions.

I told you so, Larissa. You know I hate to say it but I told you so.

And Larissa wished, she wished she had listened to you. She wished she could go back in time and she wished she could forget you.

But Larissa knew - she would have to stop the world to stop the feeling.

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[drghostwrite]

Seeing Green

Pairing: Larissa Weems x wife!reader

Summary: one jealous Larissa and her gorgeous wife.

Warnings: Minors DNI, smut, mommy, cockwarming, mentions of getting pregnant(breeding)… and ofc jealousy.

P.S. idk if anyone remembers shadow hunters but this is a bit of a crossover with reader being an shadow hunter.

******************************************************** Of all the places you wanted to be this wasn’t it, surrounded by pink and blues at a baby shower.

Before you met Larissa and moved into a full time teaching position at Nevermore, you lived in Jericho. You were a shadow hunter and had an ability to read feelings and emotions, you couldn’t hear a direct thought but you could feel them, if you were sitting in a room with a killer it came in handy. Then you worked for the FBI hunting serial killers and using your abilities, that was until one day you had a rough run in and almost died, that’s when you decided that the war between worlds was not your thing. So you moved to Jericho and built another life for yourself, when a teaching position opened at Nevermore you jumped and now you teach psychology, along with some magic classes.

That’s where you met your wife, Larissa Weems, a gorgeous goddess of a woman that now sat at a table watching as you talked to one of your old friends.

“Hey Y/N!” Jess exclaimed as she spotted you.

“Hey mama!” You said hugging her, her large baby bump pressing into you.

“Wow you look amazing…” you said pulling back, a hand coming to the side of her belly.

“Well between you and me, I don’t feel it.” She chuckled.

“Oh well you’re glowing, how’s baby doing? How’re you doing?”

“We’re good, though I miss you… a lot. You and Larissa should visit more often.” She said smiling gently at you.

“Jess, you know how hard it is… I’m lucky you came to terms with me as fast as you did…”

“it’s because you never scared me, intimidated me with the tattoos and everything maybe.” She laughed motioning to the runes that covered patches of your upper arms.

As you two stood there laughing and talking, Larissa slightly glared letting her mind wander, oh how she wished that you were the one standing there sporting a baby bump, the pride in knowing that it was her baby in there. To see you laugh and hug your girlfriends as they congratulated the both of you, it’s something she’s thought about but she never asked you if you even wanted kids, you were amazing with them from babies to teens but she never asked if you reciprocated the idea of having your own. But now seeing you standing there so happy as you talked with your best friend, the image of you pregnant with her baby searing in her mind, it made her heart beat out of her chest.

“Hey ‘Riss?…Larissa?” You called, jolting her from her thoughts as she heard you and saw you waving over to her. She stood smoothing out her jeans that she currently wore and the silky white button up, padding her way over to you.

“Hello darling,” she said leaning down to place a kiss on your lips, “Jess.” She nodded politely at the shorter woman.

“Hey Larissa.” Jess said reaching up to hug Larissa.

“So Jess and I were just talking about us maybe coming to visit once the baby is born.” You gleamed up at your wife, leaning into her side as she wrapped an arm around you, you rested you head on her chest.

“Oh, really?” She smiled looking between you and Jess.

“Yea, I want Y/N and you, both of you to meet them and with y’all being perfect for each other maybe it’ll give you some baby fever so y’all will have some.” She poked at your side as you all laughed.

“Well we would be delighted to you…” Larissa smiled.

“Yay! So to my next thing, when are we finally have a little Weems running around?” She asked and you leaned into your wife’s side hearing as her breath catch in her chest.

“Not sure,” you said looking up to Larissa, “sooner rather than later.”

“Well I’m-” before she could finish someone was calling her over to do another game, you stayed for a little while longer before it started getting late and you decided to head home.

You found your way in the house and carried your tired forms up the stairs, you stood in front of your vanity as you slipped into some pajamas. You watched as Larissa stripped in front of the closet, smooth milky skin exposed for your eyes to wander, you watched as she smoothly unhooked her bra tossing it aside and then slowly bent down to slip out of her panties, she knew you were watching. Pretending to pick which pajama pants she turned around, you could see the barren patch of skin between her legs. She saw you out of the corner of her eye as you quickly turned back around.

“Y/N, Dear?” She said a perfectly manicured hand sliding over your shoulder and down your front tickling the skin between your breasts.

“Yes, my love…” you said trying to keep your voice steady as you crossed you legs trying to feel some friction as the knot started forming.

“Do you like what you see?” Her hand traveled lower, as your eyes wandered over her reflection in your mirror, one of your soft linen flannels only a few buttons closed, loosely hugging her form, the dark colors contrasting with her milky skin, she had long forgotten the pajama pants opting to let her legs barren.

“Larissa, I…” she cut you off by using her other hands to force your legs open, slowly bending down next to you her breath warm on the shell of your ear.

“I want you to see what I do to you.” She rasped in your ear as you watched her in the mirror, your eyes fluttering as you bit your lip fighting to hold back a moan.

“Damn…” you chuckled as her long slender fingers dipped beneath your panty line. You tried staying as stoic as possible but the minute she found your clit you were a dead woman. You drew in a sharp breath and slightly leaned back into her.

“Mm… such a pretty wife.” She said pulling your ear between her teeth, leaning to rake her teeth over your neck before placing little bites and kisses along your pulse points. Her fingers continued to tease you, dipping down to collect your slick and back up to pressure your clit.

“Larissa please…” you said in a breathy tone and got no response except for a particularly harsh bite that would be noticeable tomorrow.

“baby…” you whined.

“I wanna hear you beg.” She commanded.

“Mommy…please…” you begged in a breathless tone, a deep chuckle resounding against you as her lips pulled in a scandalous smirk. You let out a soft moan in response feeling the knot pull tighter, so close to your high just from her teasing and that’s when you felt it, she pulled her fingers away, the heat of her breath no longer ghosting over your skin.

“Larissa?” You called as you felt her no longer behind you and heard your bed shift as she sat on it.

“Come here darling…” you turned and saw her leaned back, her legs crossed perfectly out in front of her, she was slowly playing with the buttons on her shirt opening it to reveal nothing underneath.

“Mrs. Weems, such a tease…” you whispered letting your eyes trail her body, she guided you to straddle her lap, her hands wandering up your body to push your shirt off.

“Mm… let mommy help you with these.” She smirked pulling at your shorts, you lifted your hips to help her slide them off. As soon as they were in the floor you were grinding yourself down into her hips, leaning forward and placing heated kisses on her lips.

“Mommy please, I…” you stopped as you felt something new between your legs. You pulled back to see the new member between her legs, hard and standing at attention.

“Larissa…”

She let out a low chuckle, “surprise…” she smirked.

“whaaa…” you breathed out against her as she sat up some more to place kisses across your chest.

“I wanna try something new.” She said guiding your hips up and lining up her new toy. She helped you guide it in and slowly let you adjust, a low guttural moan vibrating through your chest, your fingernails raked across her back and shoulders as she ran gentle hand across your hip and lower back, she pulled a taut nipple into her mouth letting her tongue swirl as your head fell back.

“Holy…” you moaned out as her hands grasped your hips. You slowly started to move but not before you heard a phone ring. “behave…” Larissa said as she leaned over scooping it up and answering, “Jess, hey what’s up?” She asked your best friend and you could hear the conversation on the other end, you sat perfectly still trying your best not to move but every second that she was inside you became more excruciating, you could feel your muscles clench around her dick as she occasionally shifted where she sat, hitting your sweet spot and sending shockwaves through your body, you clenched around her and she shot you a look, she adjusted your hips seeing as you bit your lip trying not to whimper or moan.

“Well hopefully it’s our turn soon… yea… oh you know Y/N… this is very true, she would look amazing pregnant… oh… why yes in fact… uh huh… you too, goodnight.” You caught bits and pieces of the conversation as your brain went fuzzy, your core was on fire, just begging for attention. As soon as Larissa hung up you whimpered.

“Mommy please…” you begged trying to roll your hips.

“oh does my poor baby need my attention?” She teased.

“just rail me already…” you groaned out in a sultry tone, hips starting to swirl more rapidly.

“If you say so…” she said thrusting up into you, at first starting slow and agonizing swirling her hips, just barely ghosting over your sweet spot.

“Mmnhh…” you let out a frustrated moan, her hips started to move faster and more deliberate, as you leaned forward to grab the headboard, she placed kisses in between your breast, turning to rake her teeth over one, she buried her face in your chest going back and forth between sensitive nipples, one hand coming up and slender fingers pulling at a taut nipple.

“Larissa… I-I think I’m gonna…” you moaned arching into her and closing your eyes.

“Nu uh… open those pretty eyes, let me watch them as I put a baby in you.” She thrusted harder.

“A baby… oh shit…” you moaned.

“Mm… I was so jealous seeing you hug her, seeing the baby bump, knowing how amazing you would look carrying my baby…” she growled in her raspy tone, breath hot on your ear as you rested your head in the crook of her neck still letting your hips rock.

“We would make… really, pretty… babies…” you breathed out, breath ragged.

“And you would look ravishing…”

“Damnit, cum in me…breed me, put a baby in me…” you said squeezing your legs around her as you hit your high, you watched her eyes as she let out a low moan feeling her release inside of you. Slowly she pulled out lifting you off of her and letting you lay down, she laid next to you, curling into one another, her fingertips tickling your lower abdomen savoring the moment.

“Do you think we have a little one in there?” She kissed the back of your neck, letting her mind wander at the thought of you being pregnant.

“mm well we could try again to be sure…” you smirked mischievously. A glint came over her eyes as she jolted her hips against yours.

“can’t hurt.” She said a sly smirk pulling at her lips, slowly shifting her body overtop of you. she bent down kissing your lips as you laughed into the kiss, her hand traveling back down to your legs, thumbs massaging circles into your inner thigh.

"absolutely breathtaking," she said softly between kisses as she pushed herself back into you, you could feel the stretch as you adjusted.

"you shifted again...God, that feels amazing." you said drawing in a sharp breath.

"Mm, you take me so well darling," she said watching as her dick thrust in and out of you, her hips starting to move at a superhuman pace, you could feel every vein pull in and out as she ghosted over your sweet spot. You let small moans slip out in between kisses, only breaking so you could both breathe.

"Let me hear you darling, let me hear how good I make you feel." she whispered in your ear, your sweet moans filling the dark bedroom. You could hear the unholy sounds of skin on skin, how wet you were as she let her hips do the work. You felt as she lifted your legs over her shoulder, letting her reach deeper hitting that spongy spot harder and faster than before, drawing multiple orgasms from your body. It wasn't long before you she started to break her rhythm getting sloppy as her hips thrusted, it wasn't long before you could feel her cumming inside of you, drawing one last moan from your lips.

"pretty sure I'm seeing stars..." you both laughed. She bent down to kiss your stomach, before going back up to your lips. "you know it's okay to be jealous, but you'll never lose me, I'm yours."

"Mine and one day the mother of our beautiful children." she smiled at you, kissing your lips one last time before settling in next to you, wrapping you in her long milky arms.

[billiedeansbitch]

Heyyy :) can I request Larissa x Wife or Gf!reader where they go out on an ice skating date. creative controls fully in your hands, but I can get this idea of reader falling and eating shit with Larissa in the back dying laughing while reader struggles to get back up😭

HOE!HOE!HOE! everybody, it's almost Christmas!

Here lies your special treat, anon. <3

𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 (𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

It was early December, and the town of Jericho was enveloped with a layer of snow. The fountains stopped working, and lakes turned to ice. People abandoned their fall sweaters for puffer jackets and trench coats as they tried keeping up with the cold. Everybody ordered hot chocolate from the weathervane cafe, and gingerbread with christmas themed icings.

The school of Nevermore was glowing with lights in the night, and everyone seemed to be filled with the excitement of the upcoming holiday. The trees on the campus were adorned with sparkling ornaments, and the courtyard was covered in a light dusting of snow, reflecting the soft glow of the lanterns hanging from the branches. It was the perfect winter night, crisp and still, with the kind of magical atmosphere that only happens in places like Nevermore Academy.

Students hurried to and from the dormitories, bundled in scarves and coats, their breath visible in the cold air as they laughed and chattered. There was a festive buzz in the air, and for a moment, even the most brooding students couldn't help but be swept up in the cheer of the season.

Inside, the halls were lined with decorations, and the faint sound of classical music filled the air, played by the school’s orchestra in preparation for the winter ball. Even the ever-imposing statues seemed to smile in the glow of the festive lights. It was a rare moment of peace, one where the usual tension of Nevermore’s strange and mysterious happenings seemed to melt away, if only for a brief moment.

“Christmas is fast approaching.” You mused, perching yourself in your wife’s lap. Her office chair had been turned to face the window, overlooking the courtyard; it also offered a glimpse of the surrounding forest and the distant mountains covered in white frost. It was refreshing to the eyes to see her relax, just taking in the beauty of winter with no guilt hidden in her eyes.

“It is, my darling.” She then pecked your cheek, all while her hands were finding a comforting spot under the layers of clothes you wore. They finally settled on your waist, her thumbs soothing circles on the skin.

You leaned to her, lips deliberately brushing the shell of her ear, “I wanna do something fun” you whispered, feeling her hands tensed in their grip. “Do you want to do something fun, Principal?”

The woman’s lips fell as part, a soft gasp escaping when you plant a gentle kiss over the pulse point under her jaw, your breath tickling her skin.  “Yes.” she husked, tilting her head, urging you to do more. Her own breath was growing shallow, it felt like she was on fire.

The chair made a Squeaking sound but it didn’t matter. Her eyes were closed, welcoming the pleasure as you started nipping down the column of her neck. Her hands started wandering, over and under your clothes. 

“So you will say yes to anything I suggest?” you murmured, undoing the first button of her dress. Larissa paused, opening her eyes. The corners of  her lips were drawn up, visibly delighted and amused.

She cupped your face with both hands while her eyes admired you in ways that made your heart tumble and knees buckle. 

It was surreal how you had her wrapped around your finger.

“Absolutely, my darling.” she tenderly kissed the tip of your nose, smiling as she did so, and you couldn’t help it but feel the wild flutter in your chest, and your nose crinkled, “Good.”

You smiled to yourself. Your plan was definitely working, luring the woman, thinking she had free will. 

Abruptly, you pushed yourself off from her lap, smoothing your skirt down and any visible wrinkles. Larissa watched you, confused.

“Right. So…I wanna go ice skating. I don’t know how but I will figure it out on the skating rink.” 

The woman bursted out laughing, and it was loud. She was definitely not holding herself back. A hand landed on her chest and the other playfully wiped the tear from her left eye.

“Are you for real, darling?” She asked, her posh accent was thick, and you would have thought it was adorable if not for the way she was looking at you like you had just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. Her amusement was palpable, her lips still curled into a grin as she tried to compose herself.

“Yes, I’m for real,” you said, crossing your arms and cocking a brow. “What’s so funny about it? People ice skate all the time.”

Larissa shook her head, still chuckling. “Darling, you’ve just declared you don’t know how to skate, yet you’re determined to figure it out on the rink. That’s… brave, if not slightly mad.” she said matter of factly. 

“Well, I’m not one to back down from a challenge,” you quipped, tilting your chin up defiantly. “Besides, how hard can it be? You just glide.”

Larissa raised an eyebrow, the laughter subsiding but the amusement lingering in her eyes. “Just glide, you say—” She snorted, “Alright then. But don’t come crying to me when you land on your backside within the first five minutes.”

You smirked. “Is that a challenge?”

“Consider it an observation,” Larissa replied, leaning back in her chair with an elegant shrug. “But if you’re so determined, I suppose I have to see it for myself. After all, someone needs to make sure you don’t break a bone or ruin your pretty face. Right, darling?”

Your heart did a little flip at her words, though you masked it with a teasing grin. “So, you’ll skate with me?”

“Oh, no,” she said with mock seriousness, shaking her head. “I’ll be watching from the sidelines with a warm drink in hand, laughing as you attempt to ‘just glide.’”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the grin tugging at your lips. “Fine. But when I master it, you’re next.”

Larissa only laughed again, her melodic voice filling the room, and for a moment, the idea of embarrassing yourself on the ice didn’t seem so daunting after all.

–

It wasn’t that bad…

“Fuck. Just focus.” Your knees were stiff—actually scratch that—your whole body was stiff and you weren’t moving at all, you weren’t even sure if you were breathing. Your arms were flexed to balance yourself, well, more like to catch yourself really in case you were to fall.   

“What are you waiting for? Just glide! How hard can it be?” Larissa teased. She, herself, was sitting on the bench just outside the skating rink with her legs crossed and nursing a steaming cup of hot chocolate. 

“You’re being an ass!” You yelled to your wife, who in return, just chuckled. 

You didn’t think it would be this hard, all you thought about was ‘just glide’ But even that was so fucking complicated when you didn’t know how to properly balance on ice.  It was turning into a shit show and you were sure your wife was enjoying it from the sidelines. But so far you haven’t landed on your ass yet and it had been more than a good five minutes so the joke was on her.

The night was still young, only few people visited the skating rink so it wasn’t that rowdy, you had a lot of space to work on your ‘glide’.

“Excuse me, coming through!” 

A loud, unsteady voice called from behind you, and before you could react, a blur whizzed past, arms flailing wildly. It was a young man, clearly just as inexperienced as you, attempting to stop but only succeeding in crashing into the rink barrier. He laughed it off, brushing himself off with a sheepish grin as if this was all part of the plan.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “At least I know I’m not the only beginner out here.”

You were too busy trying to move your legs, and with every attempt, you had moved by approximately three  metres from where you began. “Ha! I’m getting good at this.”

Your wife, who had been watching the spectacle, had finally grown some conscience and joined you. “Careful, darling.” You rolled your eyes but smiled.

She skated backward effortlessly, her movements fluid and confident, as if mocking your wobbly attempts. 

“Come on, glide towards me. Keep your knees bent and let your body relax. Trust the ice.” 

“Easy for you to say,” you muttered, taking a hesitant step forward. Your legs wobbled dangerously, and for a moment, you thought you were going to faceplant. But then, you caught yourself, regaining some semblance of balance. 

“That’s it!” she called, clapping her hands. “You’re a natural.”

“Liar,” you shot back, but you couldn’t hide the grin creeping onto your face. 

She glided closer, her hands outstretched. “Here, take my hands.”

You hesitated but eventually reached out, gripping her hands tightly. The warmth of her touch steadied you, and you found yourself moving a bit more confidently, her guidance helping you find a rhythm.

“See? Not so bad, is it?” she asked, her voice tinged with genuine encouragement.

“Yeah, until you let go,” you teased, though your grip tightened instinctively.

She laughed, a sound that felt as smooth and inviting as the ice beneath your feet. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ve got you—always.” She skated closer, pressing you to her front and kissing the top of your head. From that moment, nothing else mattered. All the sounds faded, they were nothing but inconsequential as your wife held you. The warmth may not be that much, all you needed was her even if your tits were freezing cold.

“That I won’t doubt.” 

For most of the experience, Larissa was true to her word, she didn’t let you go. Not one bit and you somehow gained the courage, believing yourself that you can do it without her so you voluntarily let her go. Larissa was all smile when she watched you glide on your own, it was still a little wobbly but a little better.

“Look I’m doing it!” 

“That’s it, darling–oh careful–slow down!” 

You couldn’t hear her, you were too absorbed by this whole new sensation that was exploding in your chest and you couldn’t stop. You were nearing the edge of the rink when you realized it. It was an open spot with a pile of snow thick enough that it won’t hurt when you fall but the embarrassment? You weren’t so sure about that.

“Larissa!” Was your last word before meeting your doom. 

Larissa watched you fall on the snow. Hard. The impact was enough that you were a few inches deep, creating the perfect cut out of your frame. She laughed. Hysterically laughed that there were genuine tears in her eyes and she couldn’t, for the love of god, stop it as she glided toward you.

“I told you to slow down.” Now, all she could wish for was that you were okay, that you didn’t sustain any bruises from your fall.

It had been a moment now and you still weren’t getting up, that was when her demeanor switched to concern, “Darling, are you okay?”

You were yet to respond to that because you were still buried in the snow, processing what just happened, and your wife, instead of rescuing you, just laughed behind you.

It was a challenge to move, being all stuck in the snow with layers of heavy clothing, though eventually you managed to flip yourself. There was snow all over your hair and your face was reddened by the cold, even your lashes had a little dust of snow.

“Darling, you got a little–” she cut herself, crouching slightly to wipe the snow from your lashes. You'd admit that it wasn’t that bad–your fall. It was laughable and if you could rewind what happened and watch it, you would have been laughing your ass off, too, but that didn’t mean you’d let your wife get away so easily.

It wasn’t probably the best idea being shorter than your wife, though before you could comprehend your actions, you pulled her from the sleeves of her coat. 

And she crashed her arms were acting as a leverage to keep her weight light on top of you  and you fell back on the snow, giggling like a little girl.

“Got you, Mrs Weems.”

You weren’t keen on giving the public a show, and hardly ever one to display such childish behaviour but nothing ever felt so right in the moment but pull her and kiss her. Your hands were cold but her face was warm, and her meaningful glances had you swooning all over her  that you couldn’t pass up the idea of kissing her while you were both planted on the snow.

Once you two got back up, you noticed a few people were watching. “Well, show’s over folks. Have a good evening!” 

After returning the skating shoes, you two decided to walk back to where the car was parked. “Now, I want some hot-coco. You think the Weathervane’s still open?” the night was freezing, and you regret not getting one for yourself earlier, too engrossed by the idea of skating.

Larissa noticed you were shivering, both hands clasped together as you blew your breath to warm your palms. “Come here.” she said softly. She then removed her scarf, wrapping it around your neck until it covered half your face.

“Thanks, my love.”

Larissa kissed you one more time. Her lips were warm against the cold air, a brief but tender moment that seemed to thaw the chill biting at your skin. The soft wool of her scarf carried her scent—something floral and comforting—that made you feel as though the frost didn’t stand a chance against her presence.

“Nevermind, let’s just hurry back home.” and that phrase combined with the mischievous glint in your eyes entailed something that Larissa knew she couldn’t refuse.

[h-doodles]

lee livecam reaction btw. if you care.

How To Woo A Hot Principal

Step 9: Ask Her To Dance

Summary: Working at the weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-workers. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came to Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

Guys its a nice dance! Definitely not a chapter preceding deep plot building.🦐✨

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Chapter 8

Cross Posted on AO3 here

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“I’ll see you later love, have a great day!” You called over your shoulder as you exited Larissa’s office.

You close the door behind you, smiling to yourself. You’re about to make the trip to your car when you run into two of your favourite Nevermore students, Yoko and Enid. The two of them are standing in the hallway just outside Larissa’s office with their arms crossed, staring expectantly up at you.

“Uhm good morning?” You offer.

“Did you ask Principal Weems to the dance?” Enid asks, doing her best to give you what you assume is meant to be a stern expression.

“The dance…?”

“The Rave’N. It’s a dance happening this weekend. Ask her.” Yoko explains.

“I mean I need a few more details but-“

“You have to ask her now!!” Enid urges.

“But I-“

“Please!” Enid pleads, and goddamn it the puppy dog eyes are out again.

You sigh, wondering how you got to the point where teens dictate some of your actions. You turn around, knocking on Larissa’s door before poking your head through. She’s sitting at her desk with her cute glasses resting on her nose again. She glances up at you, obviously confused as to why you’re back so soon.

“Darling? Is everything alright?” She asks, pausing her typing.

“Do you uhm. Would you like to- I mean I ran into Enid and Yoko and they mentioned this dance that’s happening this weekend and I was just wondering if you’d like to go with me?” You ask, suddenly nervous as fuck.

“Dear, are you talking about the Rave’N?” She replies.

“Uhm yeah? Should I not be…?”

“No, no, it’s just…we host the dance and I usually attend only as a chaperone. I wouldn’t want to force you to come along just for me to spend all evening breaking up troublesome teenagers.” She explains.

You make your way over to her, spinning her chair so that she’s facing you. She helps at the movement, looking up at you in confusion. You grab both of her hands before getting down on one knee. Now she’s really looking at you as if you’ve gone mad.

“Larissa Weems, it would be my honour to accompany you on an evening of breaking up horny teens and drinking punch.” You state, grinning up at her.

She takes you in, kneeling in front of her and looking up at her with so much adoration. She pulls you up and onto her lap, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, then another to your chin, and another to your nose.

“You’re far too adorable darling” she smiles, resting her forehead against yours.

“Is that a yes?” You grin, wrapping your arms around her neck and breathing her in.

“I suppose…” she hums.

You giggle, pressing a kiss to her forehead before standing from your place on her lap. You all but skip to the door.

“I’ll pick you up at 7 sharp,” you say, shorting her finger guns.

“It starts at 6 darling.” She chuckles, “And it’s on Saturday. You’ll want to wear something white.”

“5:45 it is my fair lady!” You amend, blowing her a kiss as you leave.

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You and Larissa made more solid arrangements later in the week. She had explained she would be checking the hall before the dance so it would be better for you to meet her there.

You decided to get her a corsage (because you were fucking in love with her and didn’t care if it was cheesy.) It had an assortment of white flowers in it, you really hope Larissa likes it.

You arrive at the dance about a few minutes early, making your way into the venue while marvelling at the decor. You look around the hall, remembering how Enid had explained the theme was “climate crisis meets extinction event, but in a fun way”, which you’re getting from the abundance of white and fake icicles in places.

However, your admiration of the room is cut short when you spot Larissa. She’s just finishing speaking with the DJ, giving you ample opportunity to stare at her like the work of art she is. She’s wearing a silver calf-length dress, with sleeves coming just over her elbows. She’s paired it with a pair of white gloves that are giving you terribly inappropriate thoughts(you’ll revisit those later). She’s still wearing her signature red lipstick and her hair up, although the style is a bit more intricate than usual. She looks ethereal, breathtaking, awe-inspiring.

By the time you realize you’ve forgotten how to breathe Larissa is making her way over to you, sporting the most dazzling smile. You manage to resume human functioning just as she comes to a stop in front of you. She looks you up and down, taking her sweet time and making your face flush.

“You look amazing. Like, I genuinely forgot how to breathe when I saw you amazing.” You blurt out.

You nearly squeal when she blushes and opens and closes her mouth at your words. You reach up to cup her face and press a chaste kiss on her blushing cheek, grinning up at her like the lovesick gay you are.

“Oh! I got you something,” you exclaim, “here!”

You offer her the corsage, watching her face to try and gauge her reaction. She stares at it, her face giving away nothing which makes you backtrack in case she hates it.

“It’s. I-it was a silly idea. You don’t have to wear it, I can just uhm throw it away. We can just forget I even brought it.” You ramble, lowering the corsage.

She stops you, staring down at the little assortment of flowers.

“Would you help me put it on?” She asks in the softest voice.

You nod, smiling up at her as she holds out her hand for you. You slip the corsage over her wrist, adjusting it to sit just right before squeezing her hand. Her eyes are sparkling, bright with emotion, one that looks almost like…love?

She opens her mouth to speak when you hear a gaggle of teens arrive, taking Larissa’s attention. She glances at them and then back at you, a conflicted look on her face. You squeeze her hands before nodding in the direction of the students.

“Go on, go be the sexy principal you are.” You chuckle.

She sends you a bright smile before heading off to greet the arriving students. You make your way over to the punch table, grabbing yourself a drink while watching Larissa as she chats with the students. She looks so proud and happy, and t warms your heart.

You eventually make your way back to Larissa’s side, essentially attaching yourself to her hip from that point on. She doesn’t seem to mind, in fact, she keeps shooting you the cutest looks between greeting the kids. When Enid arrives (with some boy who you vaguely recognize) she all but squeals at the two of you. The two go off to get drinks(something they’re calling yeti-tini’s which you find rather cute).

“I really thought she would be coming with Wednesday…” you murmur.

“Mmm…I think it will take them a bit of time for those two to stop dancing around their feelings,” she hums.

“At least we figured things out pretty quickly.” You deadpan, earning a snort from Larissa.

The rest of the night goes pretty smoothly. Wednesday shows up sporting a lovely black dress, with Tyler of all people (he’s a lovely kid but you do not see the chemistry there.) You and Larissa are gossiping about the different students when Marylin comes up to you.

“The place looks pretty great! I don’t know what the other Rave’ns have been like but I think we outdid ourselves.” She grins.

“You both really did do an amazing job.” You comment.

“Larissa, you went to school here, didn’t you? Do you remember being filled with joy and hope during your Rave’n?” She asks.

Larissa’s face falls a bit and she glances away from Marylin to look back over the sea of teens.

“All I really remember is disappointment…” she starts, “The girl I asked turned me down for someone else. Gomez Addams, in fact.”

“Wednesday’s father?” Marylin asks.

You’re smart enough to put two of two together and figure out Wednesday's mother is probably the ex-paramour she had mentioned a while back. You can’t help but wonder what on earth possessed her to turn down Larissa. I mean she was a walking-talking goddess.

However, you don’t think to much about it due to Larissa’s downright sad expression. Marylin heads off to go keep an eye on the punch bowl, leaving the two of you alone again.

You grab her hand, tugging her along behind you as you weave through the crowd. Larissa follows you, confused. You lead her into a nearby classroom, close enough that the music can still be heard.

“Darling, I do hope this is not an attempt to seduce me in a dark classroom.” She laughs. “We really should get back to chaperoning-“

You turn around and shush her with a finger on her lips. She stares down at you, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. You grab her hands and place them on your waist then wrap your arms around her shoulders. You start swaying gently, smiling up at her.

“I wanted to ask you to dance but thought doing that in front of a bunch of gossip-hungry teens might not be the best idea.” You explain.

She stares down at you, shocked before letting out a laugh. She shakes her head at you, swaying along to the muffled music.

“Alright, but just one song.” She hums.

“One song with a literal angel? I’ll take it.” You grin.

She rolls her eyes at you, smiling that cute little smile she has. She truly looks like an angel, all dressed in white with her sparkling blue eyes. She truly is the most gorgeous woman in the whole world.

You grab one of her hands and lift it over her head, stepping up onto your tip toes. She looks down at you, amused but ducks under your admittedly low arm in an awkward twirl anyway.

“I’d try to dip you but honestly I have the upper body strength of a twig.” You joke.

She laughs at that, a bright, loud sound that makes your heart flutter and your brain turns to mush. You don’t think you’ll ever tire of making her laugh and smile like that. You want to spend the rest of your life making her happy.

You slow your swaying as the song ends, beaming up at the dazzling blonde.

“Thank you for this darling…” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I know it doesn’t make up for your shitty dance,” you start, “but I would’ve killed myself if I didn’t get at least one dance with the prettiest girl at the dance.”

Despite the darkness of the classroom you manage to make out the blush on her cheeks. You stretch up and press a kiss to her lips. You move to settle back off of your tip toes when she chases after you, biting down on your lower lip. She wraps her arms around you, pulling you flush against her body. You moan into the kiss, allowing her tongue to lick into your mouth. Eventually, she pulls back, pressing one last kiss to your lips. You stare up at her smug, beautiful face, mouth agape.

“What- what was that for?” You breathe.

She simply grins down at you and shrugs, looking far too magnificent for your self-control.

“I’ll see you back inside then.” She hums, using her thumb to wipe some smudged lipstick from your face. “Maybe take a moment to…compose yourself hm?”

And with that, she saunters away, leaving you gaping and flushed in the dark classroom. You decide to go to the bathroom to “compose yourself” as Larissa so aptly put it.

“And she told me not to seduce her in a dark classroom, Gods above.” You murmur.

You’re making your way back from the bathroom when you bump into Yoko, the two of you stopping to chat for a bit. The two of you talk for a long while, she was telling you about all the gossip going on (which you found far more entertaining than you’d ever admit). The two of you are in the middle of discussing the Enid-Wednesday situation when you hear a scream from the direction of the dance.

You both exchange a look before bolting towards the commotion. When you reach the hall you notice groups of red, drenched students running out the doors. When you get inside you notice everything is covered in what you’re praying is red paint. You quickly locate Larissa, who’s standing in the middle of the mess looking both extremely pissed off and close to tears.

You quickly make your way over to her, doing your best to avoid getting too damp. You take her hands, doing your best to help her calm down while making your way out of the ruined dance.

You get back to her quarters and help her change out of the red-stained dress(thank god it was paint and not blood). You get her to take a shower and change into more comfy clothes, telling her you’ll help her sort out all the cleanup and sort everything out.

She’s almost calmed down a bit when her office door is thrown open. You’re about to fight whoever it is when you realize it’s a very freaked-out Yoko.

“Yoko what on earth-“ you start.

“Wednesday ran off into the woods. I overheard her talking to Tyler about it and he said he’s called his dad.” She interrupts.

“What? Why would he call sheriff-“

“It’s Eugene.” Yoko breathes. “He’s been attacked.”

[v3nusxsky]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a fic of cock warming/bdsm. So, like, reader x larissa. R and Larissa have been in a relationship for some time and R happens to be a very bratty bottom. Well R has been very bratty to larissa all day, being sassy and sending NSFW pics to larissa and she's finally had enough. R gets pulled into Larissas office, and ends up facing a punishment. And it also happens to be the day Larissa is having a staff meeting. So she makes r sit on her lap during the meeting and cock warm her. R has to act like everything is fine during the meeting or else she's in trouble. Larissa is acting like having r on her lap cock warming her is the most natural thing in the world while during this meeting. Well, r being the bratty sub she is, starts to slowly move and grind on larissas cock, but not enough that people can see. She's clenching and griding around larissas cock and it gets to the point larissa ends the meeting early. After everyone leaves Larssia gives r the punishment she deserves.

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Definitely deserved

*Authors note ~ well sometimes we all need to be pulled back into line right? No? Just me 😂 this one goes out to everyone who likes to push buttons*

Trigger warnings~ sub r, mommy Larissa, cockwarming, nudes being sent, bondage, bratty r, punishment, semi public sex?, spanking (r), oral (L), edging (r) , slight choking (r)

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

Being her house wife was everything and more. You lived a comfortable life, filled with love laughter and joy. Larissa, your wife, was the principal of Nevermore while you kept on top of the house duties and eventually would become a stay at home mother. That’s the plan. Although it’s not to say you don’t get a little bored these days. Once the chores were all done, there’s only so many times you can read the same books and watch the same shows before becoming bored. You loved Larissa’s dedication to her job, you do, but recently she’d been staying later in her office and well you missed her. Her company, her presence around the house and her touch.

You can’t help but use your free time to wrap your body in the new crimson red rope you purchased, aiming to get the tie perfect. Larissa always did love when her presents were wrapped so perfectly that it almost pained her to undo them. Almost. Larissa had no clue about your purchase due to her extended time at Nevermore recently yet you decided to get her attention the best way you knew how.

One thing about weems is she loves when you’re doing domestic duties. Something about her sweet little house wife sent her feral. You knew this. There had been many times she’s caught you washing dishes and lost the fight, ending up taking you against pretty much every surface of the kitchen she could. The time she sank to her knees as she had you spread across the kitchen island to eat you out like a starved woman or the time where she was so needy she lifted your cute little sun dress and sank into your needy cunt as her lips found their home in your neck.

After snapping a few pictures and videos you were half way through untangling the rope from your body when the memories hit you like a fright train. The perfect ideas for your collection of photos seemed to fall into place with ease. You quickly re tied the intricate tie once more, now only clad in the rope you ventured to the kitchen with the simple intention of scrubbing every crevice of the floor. A mundane task, but you figured she’d appreciate the sight. So naturally you set to work making sure to capture it.

When your name popped onto her phone screen once again she couldn’t help but smile. You always made her day brighter, the I love you texts and the ones where you detailed wanting her home with you, updating her on your day and wishing her well, they were just so cute. But today you seemed to have woken up in a particular mood, all throughout the morning she’d been gifted photos of you, snipets of what she could have if she were home. And the texts of what you wished she would do to you… it was overwhelming her in the best ways. But with this video she feared you may have actually broken her restraint.

“Pretty little house wife for mommy” was the only caption to the three minute video. You on your hands and knees in nothing but rope, perfectly on display for her, your focus on getting the floor to be sparkling was so intense you couldn’t even see your own beauty. It’s uncommon that Larissa loses control over her ability. Control is something she prides her self on. The high level of desire you provoked in the older woman caused her anatomy to shift. Something teen Larissa had many awkward encounters with. Well shit. Her lovely dress now tented at the apex of her thighs.

You weren’t expecting the sound of her ringtone as noon approached, you lay in the blankets ready for an afternoon nap. Yet you answered any time she called, desperate to hear her voice again. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the frustrated sigh the came through, a small win, only for her to command you come to Nevermore. This instant. Even bigger win. So with a small stretch, you dragged yourself from your comfortable spot to get ready to leave. It wouldn’t take you long and she knew that.

Walking to her office was a strange feeling, almost as if you were a disobedient school girl heading to detention. Upon entering the room you could instantly see the cause of her frustration as she held the door for you. You couldn’t help but smile at the way she was so affected by little old you. You allowed the shifter to guide you to her desk before seating you on her lap, effortlessly. Your hands coming to wrap around her neck as you chuckled, “happy to see me darling?”

“You have no idea what you have awoken in me sweet girl, I suggest behaving or I’ll have to punish you sweetheart. We both know how you would loathe that.” Her simple warning was temping to ignore. You’d behaved perfectly well if you didn’t say so yourself, so naturally you ground your hips down against her bulge for some friction, “I’ve been so good mommy, did you like your surprise?” You purred happily as her hands came to grip your hips effectively stilling them. “I think you can see just how much I liked it darling, don’t be such a bratty baby and help mommy out will you?”

Helping your wife out came in the form straddling her lap as she warmed her shifted cock in your tight little cunt. You couldn’t help but whimper of “mommy” at the slight stretch that occurred as you tried to accommodate the intrusion. “Shh you have to behave my love, mommy has a meeting with the alumni” she warned allowing you to get settled as her guests were due any minute. Once she was sure you were comfortable she allowed their entry and the meeting set off, no one even dared to questioned Larissa on your presence.

Lulling her into a false sense of security you decided to heed her warning, you sat ever so still just savouring the closeness to the woman, the feeling of her stuffed inside you was most definitely one of your favourites. But soon enough your interest in behaving dwindled, the meeting seeming to drag on for hours, no one having a clue what was going on behind the desk. Perhaps if they did they would all leave and you’d finally get what you crave.

It started subtly, a gentle shift feigning getting comfortable. Then progressing into slightly bolder movements as you got braver. You could feel the way your inner walls gripped her cock like a vice. Desperately needing more. Needing her to finally give in. But if you know your wife, which you do, you know she has the patience of a saint. It comes with the job requirements really but right now it would be the final barrier to jump.

To her credit, Larissa managed to make it through most of the planned material for the meeting, a few very uncharacteristically messy notes scrawled in her note pad as your greedy cunt continued to clench around her, desperately trying to drag her deeper within your core. “I, I’m dreadfully sorry but I feel rather unwell, could we reconvene at a different time?” Her voice was like silk yet left no room for arguments, the members murmured their agreements and well wishes before leaving the room. Only when the mahogany doors slammed shut, signifying that you two were finally alone did she pull you off her lap practically snarling her disapproval, “such a fucking brat.”

That was how you found yourself bent over her desk, your cheeks on full display for her. “You really can’t behave yourself can you hmm? Such a slut practically begging mommy to spank your pretty ass, you will count and thank mommy for every one.” Larissa clearly meant business by the way her slap echoed around her office, your head falling forward to the desk as you mewled in pleasure, “one mommy thank you.” The first five were delicious, the next five were starting to become saw but the last five she had to have her hand pressing into the small of your back as you desperately squirmed away from her sobbing gently as you counted the last hit, “fifteen thank you mommy.”

“All done sweet girl, what’s your colour for mommy” she murmured turning your body to face hers as she wiped your falling tears. “G-green mommy” you mumbled hoping to be given what you wanted. Mommy. Instead only being met with a smirk as her hand moved to curl around your throat, adding the right amount of pressure to be dizzying but safe. “Good then you don’t mind being a good little whore and showing mommy just how sorry you are hmm?”

You feel to your knees with a surprised gasp for air. “Want you to choke on my dick like a filthy bitch in heat” she growled making sure to weave her slender fingers through your hair as she guided your mouth to her member. Taking the swollen leaky tip into your mouth caused you to moan at the taste of yourself on her, only causing her hips to jerk forward involuntarily thrusting herself deeper into your throat than you were prepared for. “Mommys good little cock slut” she grunted as she started to find a pace. You always loved when she used you. In fact it got to you so much you were always on the edge of coming just from the act, unable to fall over the edge without her directly stimulating your throbbing clit. The way you choke and moan around her length sends her feral. And don’t even get her started on the way you go so brain dead you start to drool for her.

It didn’t take much to push the older woman over the edge, and it wasn’t long before she was rewarding you with white hot spurts of sticky cum that was shot straight down the back of your throat as you gaged around her. Only when she road the waves or her pleasure out fully did she allow you to move away, releasing her with a pop as you greedily sucked in air, all wide eyes and perfectly fuzzy for her. “Mommy” you whined, trying to rub your thighs together for some friction as she left you on your knees watching as she righted her clothing. “Fix your clothes darling, and head home I’ll join you soon. Oh, don’t even think about touching that pretty pussy of mine. Maybe this will teach you not to be such a fucking brat.”

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