#larissa's drabbles

[weemssapphic]

Rough Day (A Catrissa Drabble)

Larissa Weems x wife!reader

Just a little drabble about Larissa shifting into a cat <3

Words: ~1k

Inspired by a conversation with @im-a-carnivorous-plant and her STUNNING catrissa art !! 😻 also definitely thought about Little Cat by @sapphos-ode whilst writing this!

You’re exhausted as you come home from work, locking the door to your apartment behind you and shrugging off your coat. As you kick off your shoes, you call out to your wife, who should be home by now - though you’re met with silence.

Frowning, you take a step towards the kitchen, nearly tripping over something at your feet. Your frown turns into a playful smile as you begin to laugh. Sitting at your feet and staring up at you is a large, fluffy cat, white as snow with wide, crystalline eyes. It meows as it begins to weave between your legs, rubbing against your calves. 

“Riss, you’ve gotta stop almost tripping me,” you say with a laugh - your words are met with a soft meow as Larissa blinks in apology. 

You’d known about Larissa’s shapeshifting abilities since the beginning of your relationship. Usually, she used them for more mundane things - becoming taller to reach the top shelves in your living room, or shifting her makeup on when she was running late. 

One day, however, you’d come home to find your wife nowhere in sight - instead, a fluffy white cat was curled up at the center of your bed and dozing away. At the sound of your footsteps, the cat had startled and jumped off the bed, quickly shifting back into a very embarrassed looking Larissa. Once you’d managed to calm her nerves enough to stop blushing and stuttering out apologies, she’d explained that sometimes, when she’s alone, she likes to take the form of a cat - she can escape her worries about her stressful job and simply exist for a few hours. 

Since then, and with a little encouragement from your side, she’s been shifting more frequently around you - she usually shifts back into human form soon after you come home, but occasionally she’ll stay as a cat for a little while longer, enjoying the way you can’t help but dote on her and snuggle her. 

Today is no different.

You kneel down, reaching out your hand for her to sniff. You know it’s still your wife, but you can’t help but treat her as you would a normal cat, and she seems to like it. She sniffs your hand then throws herself against you, rubbing her head against your knuckles and narrowing her eyes. In turn you begin to scratch behind her ears, drawing a soft purr from her throat. 

Picking her up, you hold her close to your chest - she rubs the top of her head against your jaw, a deep, satisfied purr rumbling from her chest. You have to admit, as you carry her to the bedroom, that she isn’t the only one getting some stress relief from the situation - her purrs instantly manage to calm and ground you, washing away any lingering thoughts about work or responsibilities. 

Sitting on the bed, you set Larissa down beside you - she instantly curls into your side, looking up at you with wide, expectant eyes as you tell her all about your day. Every so often, she’ll let out an indignant mewl at something you’ve said, blinking slowly to show understanding - Larissa’s always been a good listener, and her cat form is no different.

You run your fingers through her silken fur, gently scratching behind her ears and watching as she tilts her head to the side to allow you better access, her eyes narrowing to slits. With a loud purr, she rolls onto her back, allowing you to stroke her fur and gently scratch her belly. 

“You’re so cute, you know that?” you tease, your urges getting the better of you as you poke at the soft, pink pads of her paws. Larissa’s eyes widen and she swats at your hand, causing you to giggle and tease her more - she kicks her back legs at your hands and bites gently at your wrist. 

“Ow! Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” you say with a laugh, withdrawing your hand as Larissa rolls back onto her stomach and glares up at you, looking very human in that moment. As you lean down to press a kiss to the top of her head, she instantly melts, pressing her forehead against you. When you pull away, she chirps gently and gets to her feet, stretching out and arching her back into the air before hopping from the bed with grace.

Within seconds, the cat is replaced by Larissa’s human form. You grin up at your wife, sitting at the edge of the bed and parting your legs to allow her to step between them. 

“Hi, darling,” she coos warmly, resting her fingers underneath your chin and pushing it up as she leans down to steal a kiss.

“Hi, baby.” You giggle into the kiss, drawing a chuckle from Larissa’s lips.

Your hands come to rest on her waist and you push her back a step so that you can stand up, drawing her close once again and kissing her deeply, flicking your tongue against hers. “Rough day?” you guess - it usually is when she greets you in her cat form.

“Much better now,” she counters, smiling against your lips as she wraps her arms around your neck.

“I gotta say, I love you in every shape and every form… but I really do miss how soft your ears were, I just wanna pet them.”

Larissa laughs and rolls her eyes, a loving and playful smile plastered on her face as she looks down at you. 

“Maybe we just need to get a cat or something…” The immediate furrowing of Larissa’s brow has you in stitches - you figured she’d react like this, and it’s adorable.

“Absolutely not,” she says with a faux-frown. “You’d have me competing for belly rubs in my own home?”

“You know I’d never do that to you, Riss.” You’re grinning as you place a tender, lingering kiss to her cheek, your eyes closing in bliss. When you pull away and open your eyes again, you find she’s shifted snowy white cat ears onto head, and you blush as you reach up to touch the silky fur with the tips of your fingers - they twitch beneath your caresses and Larissa hums in pleasure. 

“Happy?” she asks with an amused smile, her eyebrow raised.

“Happy.”

x

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[no-phrogs-in-hats]

Take a Look in the Mirror (!!!)

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT, desk sex, mirror sex, office sex, oral (r receiving), mommy kink

A/N: Short little drabble, loosely based off of this post

Opening the door to Larissa’s office, you get the final bit of a phone call she was having.

“Alright, I’ll see you then.”

Grinning, you shut the door and lean against it. An ache had settled between your legs as soon as you woke up that morning. The sight of Larissa in her matching undergarments had sent your mind spiraling to every filthy thought imaginable.

Larissa glanced up at you from her computer, “What are you grinning about?”

“Nothing,” you respond, and walk over to her desk. You lean over, kissing her sweetly on the lips and shutting her laptop. “You know…I was thinking…”

“Oh?” Larissa raised an eyebrow before chuckling and opening her laptop. “That’s a first.”

Your mouth fell open in mock offense and you laughed, closing the computer again. “I was thinking about this morning…and how you left me hanging. Maybe you could make it up to me right now.”

“I would love to, darling,” she said, pecking you on the lips. “However, I have a meeting in thirty minutes.”

You scoffed and rounded her desk. Turning her chair toward you, you lean into her ear, “Oh, please. As if I could last that long.”

You could hear her breath catch in her throat and you grinned as you relished in your victory, pushing Larissa’s work aside and hopping onto her desk.

She looked at you with hunger in her eyes, pushing the skirt of your dress up to your hips and spreading your legs. As Larissa placed soft kisses up your thighs, she nipped at the skin, leaving behind faint marks on the skin. 

While she continued her teasing, your head fell back. Your eyes made immediate contact with the mirror above you. On the ceiling, you could see everything: Larissa’s head between your legs, your trembling form–it was almost too much to bear and you felt the knot in your gut already forming.

Larissa looked up at you before shifting her gaze to the ceiling where she met your eyes in the mirror. “Oh, you naughty girl…” She pulled aside your underwear and groaned. “Look how wet you are. Is this all for mummy?”

“God, yes,” you breathed, gasping after she pulled your underwear down and licked a stripe up your slit. 

“And as always,” she mumbled, “you taste absolutely delicious.”

You let out a moan as Larissa’s lips wrapped around your clit and sucked hard, her tongue following with languid circles. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk before moving to her hair. She took it immediately and interlaced your fingers together. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” she said. “Can’t go to that meeting looking like a mess, can I?”

You shook your head and gulped, “No…” Your breath sped up, chest heaving and pleasure clouding your thoughts as you gripped her hand. “Oh my god, Larissa, please don’t stop.”

With your legs shaking, Larissa let go of your hand and held them in place. Her tongue sped up and your hand slapped over your mouth as your entire body shook. Whimpers fell from your mouth as Larissa kept going. When she pulled away, her lipstick was smudged and you let out a breathless chuckle.

Larissa pulled a compact mirror, a makeup wipe, and a tube of lipstick from her desk drawer. As you caught your breath, she reapplied the lipstick, and once done, she stood from the chair and placed a kiss on your cheek.

She chuckled before licking her thumb and wiping the fresh lipstick mark off your cheek. Looking down at her watch and back up to you. “Not even fifteen minutes, darling.”

You pull up your underwear and huff, “Well, how can I last that long when you’re so good at this?”

[valerielovebug]

New poll!!!

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[dianneking]

10 Days of Gwen Goodbyes - Day 1 (Larissa)

Well, hello September and hello new beginnings! After many promises, the Angst Fairy is back on the writing train...with something a bit unusual to get my gears turning!

I am going to do 10 days of 100-word drabbles involving Gwendoline Christie's characters, each with the theme "Saying Goodbye" (oh, yeah, can you feel the angst building up?). They'll be posted both on Tumblr and on AO3 and I'll do my best to link them all together so you can read them one by one or all together in 10 days time!

Enjoy!

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Day 1: Larissa Weems - Everybody leaves.

TW: Angst, drabble, dialogue-only, insecurity, abandonment issues I guess, saying goodbye. Wordcount: 100w - AO3 link in title.

“You expect me to leave.”

“Larissa, I…”

“That’s why you always go about living in the moment, no long-term plans ever. You expect me to leave.”

“…”

“I cannot believe it…After all the times I’ve told you I’ll never leave you?”

“…”

“Don’t you trust me? Do you doubt me so?”

“I…I don’t doubt the fact that you believe it to be the truth when you say it, Larissa.”

“But you don’t believe I’ll stay with you.”

“Everybody leaves, Larissa. They always do and it’s okay.”

“But...”

“I’m grateful for the time you gift me. But you’ll say goodbye, too.”

Liked it? Here's the link to the next one! And to the 10 Days of Gwen Goodbyes masterpost! And to my own masterlist of all my fanfictions!

[v3nusxsky]

hey it’s me a shy anon lol

i was wondering if I could request a Larissa Weems x super shy but clingy reader? She’s just really affectionate but gets shy when Rissa reciprocates.

I hope you are doing well i adore you and your writing!!

Close| Fluff

*Authors note~ I think this is super cute and super easy to write :) cute little drabble*

Trigger warnings~  fluff fluff fluffffff

Prompt~see ask^^^

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Larissa Weems is incredibly loving and attentive, once you found your way into her heart she never ran out of ways to show you her love. With your background, receiving affection was difficult. You remember being touch starved and Larissa hugging you for the first time. How you loved it but hid your face into her neck with shyness. Ever since that day you craved her affection, but never felt confident enough to ask for it.

Giving affection was easy though, you'd happily kiss her cheek, or hold her hand. The little things that made your girlfriends heart flutter. But the minute she was like return that you'd go all shy on her. Truthfully Larissa found it adorable but wished knew what to do to make you comfortable. After al the last thing she wanted you to do was feel bad in any kind of way. But knowing you were very guarded on your past she wanted to wait for you to come to her. Only when your comfortable for her to know, but she'd be ready with open arms ears and heart to listen to you.

That day came a few months later, "Isa?" You mumbled clutching her hand in yours, "wanna tell you bout my family." "Okay sweetheart, I'm here to listen okay?" She reassured giving your hands a squeeze causing you to look away shyly. "Well it was just mother and my twin sister, my father left when we were three" a little shaky breath was taken. "He didn't want us and left mother, she blamed me. My sister was always the good child, she always received the love and affection. I was the extra baby they didn't want" you muttered tears soaking your words and your cheeks. "Oh honey. It's not your fault, you aren't to blame sweetheart, you deserve all the love and affection and I'll never not give you that" she reassured you opening her arms to you. "Would you let me do something?" She murmured to you gently.

With a gentle nod you held your breath slightly as Larissa showered you with love and affection. Kisses placed to every inch of skin she could, her arms never leaving your body. "You're *kiss* amazing *kiss* funny *kiss* beautiful *kiss* smart *kiss* my word *kiss* stunning *kiss* special. And I love you with all my heart darling. You're so wonderful I don't understand why anyone would want you to feel anything less than perfect." You couldn't help but blush and attempt to hide your face, "I love you so much Isa, thank you for teaching me what true love is" you murmured before hiding in her neck. "Aren't you just adorable my shy girl" she murmured kissing your  head.

Word count~ 527

[cupofsapphics]

Hi! In case you're still accepting requests, may I ask for fluff prompt #8? Maybe they're both working silently and reader rests for a while, adoring Larissa quietly, then that's where it happens. Thank you!

prompt 8 - “it’s hard to sit here and be close to you and not kiss you.”

a/n: hi anon this is so bad and I’m so sorry but I forced myself to finish it cause I've been pushing it back for too long. I was gonna post this last night before I went to bed but I passed out w it open so

Being a teacher at Nevermore meant hardly getting any peace, days mostly filled will trouble-making students. Halls were always occupied with students, whether they were running around or joking around with their friends. Today was no different, but you had trouble focusing more than usual. You woke up late and didn’t have enough time to order your coffee at the Weathervane. The entire day seemed to slow and you felt the headaches come in waves. By the end of all your classes, you were a mess. You felt relieved but felt as if you were missing something important. Oh. The weekly staff meeting, right? Looking at your watch, you quickly grab your phone and a few notebooks and head up to the library.

The meeting went smoothly, with teachers sharing ideas and how they progressed with their students so far. You spoke little throughout the meeting, just doing your best to stay awake. You were so focused on doing so that you didn’t notice a certain blonde sitting at the head of the table looking at you worriedly. After what felt like ages, the meeting was finally over. However as you were about to rise from your chair, you heard her voice call out to you.

“Y/N, I would like to discuss something with you. Please stay for a bit.”

You mentally groaned. Larissa Weems may be a beautiful, tall, gorgeous woman, but today was just not your day. But what choice did you have?

“Of course.”

As the last teacher left the room, you searched your surroundings for the tall blonde. No Larissa. You frowned, why would she make you stay longer if she wasn’t going to be here herself? Your thoughts were interrupted by the library door opening. The woman that you were searching for popped through the door with a coffee in her hand. She gracefully walked over to you and put the coffee down on the table.

“You seemed out in the clouds in that meeting. I assume you didn’t have your daily dose of caffeine.”

You looked up at her and gave her a sheepish smile. Drinking a sip of coffee, you could already feel the irritation, headaches, and sleepiness fade away. You looked up once more to say ‘thank you’, but she was already looking at you with something close to adoration. You could feel yourself turn slightly red under the attention of the taller woman until the silence was finally broken.

“How about you stay in the library with me and get some work done? After all, we don’t want you sleeping on the job, do we?” She gave a knowing grin as your cheeks flushed even more. You just had to finish some work next to your stunning boss in a secluded library. Absolutely no big deal about that.

“Of course, let me go to my room to get all the papers I need to grade. I’ll be back.” With that, you rushed out of the library, to your room, and back to the library. You didn’t even look at her as you took your seat across the table and started grading papers, no matter how hard you could feel those breathtaking eyes burn through you. Paper after paper, grade after grade, you could sense the effects of the coffee wearing off. You decided to take a break, pushing all the papers to the side and resting your head on the table. Wanting to see what the other woman was doing, you turned your head, resting on your elbows. Her brows were furrowed and her lips pursed while she was typing an email on her laptop. God, those red lips. It’s hard to sit here and be close to you and not kiss you.

The working woman’s head perked up right when you finished that thought. Or did you say it out loud? Oh shit. She silently rose from her chair and made her way toward you slowly, making you more nervous with each step. Closely approaching you, she smirked as you tried your best to apologize.

“I-I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. It was unprofessional of me.” You looked away, not wanting to meet her piercing gaze. You felt a warm hand grab your face to gently make you face Larissa. Nervously, your eyes went from the ground to her face.

“Don’t be. I quite liked it. Say it again.”

God, this woman was going to be the death of you.

[dialsforshutup]

"Please Don't Leave Me alone"

Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader, no use of Y/N

Angst angst annngsstttt, not proofread, english isn’t my first language!

taglist: @thearkhamknightsqueen @thegoddamnfeels @larissaweemsrealwife @madammedusasplace @miaivy

Requested by anon!

It had been a few weeks since Wednesday had approached you with the idea of assisting her with her ongoing investigation regarding the string of murders that have plagued Jericho for a while now. A few weeks since you have been tiptoeing by your fellow co-workers to keep your assistance under-wraps, Principal Weems especially. She was adamant at stopping Wednesday’s investigations once and for all, and would surely cost you your job and respect she had towards you if she found out that you were helping her- all staff members were expected to make sure she wasn’t investigating it after all. Not to mention your personal close ‘friendship’ with the principal would be tarnished. But for some odd reason, when the melancholy girl approached your desk after you had just finished teaching one of your classes and explained to you the dire-ness of the situation, you believed her. What would she be gaining from lying about this after all? It’s true, the Addams’s were known for their signature dark flair on things, but she looked serious enough.

You’ve been helping her collect evidence and find conclusive data for her case, while also making sure she doesn’t get into any danger. But you didn’t consider yourself getting into danger, let alone life threatening danger. The idea of it went over your head as you were in the depths of the forest at night, crouching behind a log with Wednesday to your left. You were looking at some sort of twisted hideout, covered in vines and leaves- to the uninformed it would seem abandoned. But the data that Wednesday and yourself had collected over the course of weeks pointed this exact hideout to be that of the Monster’s resting place. Everything was going smoothly, until it didn’t anymore.

“I hear rustlin-“ Wednesday began. That was right as the rustling turned into quick movements, ones that sounded like running, and they were only getting closer. Panic rushed through your very being, you went into a state of fight or flight.

“Run.” You said to the girl besides you, who was frozen in place.

“Wha-“

“RUN!!”

Wednesday didn’t question you any further and did as you said, it would cause serious problems if Wednesday was hurt by the monster- or worse. Enough students had gotten hurt, it was your responsibility as part of the Nevermore staff to always protect them. And so you did, bravely enough, and stared into the eyes of the monster as it approached…. Only it wasn’t a monster?? It was, Ms Thornhill?

blank.

That’s all you remember after looking down and seeing Ms Thornhill’s signature red boots. After that, you just blanked. Thornhill had realized that you recognized her, and surely, she wouldn’t let her plans that she’d been working on for most of her life go down the drain at the hands of you.

All you remember after that was darkness. Not knowing that you were in fact, knocked out. Thankfully, after you hadn’t returned for the school for hours Wednesday went to Principal Weems and confessed every thing. True, she was upset and mad at first that you had been assisting Wednesday with her dangerous escapades and dead-end filled labyrinth of a case. But then she calmed herself down once she had heard of for status quo. She hadn’t even felt herself jump out of her desk and change her expression from a mad one to a concerned one in what seemed to be a matter of seconds. Surely, the normal Principal-Teacher relationship wouldn’t endure such raw, desperate emotions form someone? Especially with that simplicity. In less than a moment’s efforts she had sent a group of staff, guided by Wednesday, to locate and return you to the Nevermore Infirmary.

It’s true, she expected a few bumps and scratches here and there based on what Wednesday had described to her earlier. But nothing would have prepared her for your unconscious state you were lying in when she walked into that secluded Infirmary wing. You looked so calm, laying on the bed with an IV drip in one arm. It was so quiet it hurt, with the quiet drips of the saline solution and the hymn of the A/C being the only condolence in this sickeningly quiet room. She felt the heartstrings, which had been pulled whenever she’d catch a sight of you in the hallways- scrambling to be somewhere- snap in that very moment. Her breathing only got faster and faster, directly in parallel with her ever so beating heart. The thought of loosing you, loosing your smile that shined a room whenever you’d walk into it. The thought of loosing the scent of your flowery perfumed that engulfed all her senses whenever you’d be near. Of your outfits that were so selectively picked to fit your physique just right. And your enthusiasm that uplifted those around you. Larissa Weems was in love, and she had no idea that she was.

What would she do? Without all of you. She had emotionally connected herself to you, and to say that she was a mess in the current moment, your unconscious state laying infront of her, was nothing less of an overstatement. The nurses said that they didn’t know when you’d wake. Didn’t know?!?? Didn’t know. Maybe you would wake in a few days, months, or years. Years….

Years could go by without your presence by her side, she'd feel the loneliness that she'd felt in her heart from the moment she'd graduated from Nevermore herself to the moment you walked into those doors; insisting she hires you for a job. She thought it amusing at first, your confidence in yourself at that moment. But she'd seen the way you uplift others and the way that nobody was there to uplift you. Your friendship with her not only served as a benefit to Weems, who didn't really have that many good friends in the first place but also a benefit to you; Now you had somebody who cared about it- albeit the fact that the both of you spent hours of sleepless nights trying to eradicate the mere thought of each other from your mind. Your friendship had begun to blossom into something more beautiful, something more real and vulnerable. But life was a cruel and fickle thing. Larissa was going to ask you the very next day, ask you about becoming hers and only hers- so why did life play this cruel trick on her? Take you from her hold just as she was going to grasp you, ensure that you were hers and she was yours.

And here she found herself, sitting at the edge of the infirmary bed you were placed upon, minutes began to turn into hours as she sat there staring at the open window in the corner. But she'd wait, regardless if it was days, months, years, or mere hours. She would way for when you awake, and tell you everything she'd been feeling for the time she'd known you. She was too close to losing you, too close for her liking. She would never allow for this to happen again, and if there was a chance you wouldn't wake? She wouldn't know what to do.

"Please don't leave me alone"

[tundra1029]

A/N: This song gives out sad and fluffy vibes that i can imagine a neglected!Reader x who ever you want as a s/o. Im hyperfixated with Wednesday tv series so i will set this in one of the dorms at Nevermore. Could be g!n/male/fem reader, just a lil sad prompt.

You were in your room and cleaning it alone while music is playing in the background, trying to drown the noise outside.

You look at your bedside table to see your picture with your s/o, you stare for a moment as the memories of the day when it was taken flashes in your eyes and you smile sadly.

You close your eyes and start swaying your body to the melody that is springing your emotion that were kept deep inside your chest while sweeping the floor. a tear start running down your cheek as you try to drown out the sad memories with the good ones, convincing yourself they are just busy, that the reason why they are pushing you away is more important than you. You pause yourself as you thought of that and shakes your head as if to get rid of your thoughts. No, they love you of course you are important to them.... Are you?

You stop in your tracks and bit your lip as you put aside the broom and sit down on your bed as you think of the last few weeks where your s/o kept ignoring you and refuse to hang out with you as they are "busy". You bury your face into your hands as you tremble, music drowning your sobs.

A/N: i ended up doing a drabble while listening to the song instead of a prompt. But basically this is just reader realizing their situation and having a mental breakdown.

Tag: @i984

[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

Pop tarts

Gwendoline Christie x oc

Summary: Gwendoline eats a pregnant woman’s saved pop start and must face the consequences especially after lying

Warnings: fluff? Angst?

Indigo’s pov:

"You lied to my face!" I hear Ashley cry quickly running to see what was happening thinking the worst as I spot Gwen on her knees begging, pleading as she muttered "I'm sorry" like a prayer. "Y-you lied to me" she wept as Gwen stood now towering over the woman "I'll buy more" she offered "but it's not the same, I was saving that pop tart and you ate it blaming it on a dog that we don't even have!".

"What can I do for you to forgive me?" Gwen seemed genuinely distraught over my sister's pregnant outbursts but even not pregnant this would most likely happen anyways.

"Can you rub my back please?" Ashley whined causing Gwen to sigh "was that a sigh? do you think I'm undesirable?" the brunette cried more "no, not at all. I thought you were going to make me rub your feet" Gwendoline admitted, wrong move buddy I thought rolling my eyes and heading back to my room.

"Do you think my feet are horrid?!"

[hislittleraincloud]

...I just spent wasted an hour scrolling through my old fandom journal so I could share an old G-rated drabble I wrote with someone...

...only to have it come up on Google with just a couple of key words.

Fuck this site's awful, awful uselessness of tags.

[weemssapphic]

no thoughts only catrissa

[crosshairlovebot]

omg thank you sm for 100 followers!!!!

i’m just having fun on here, reblogging things and writing my silly little fics bc i love crosshair so thanks for supporting my writing 🫶🏻🫶🏻

should i do a little celebration??? do some drabble requests for the batch??? 🤔🤔

[matriiiarch]

You Are A Memory

AFTER EVERYTHING THAT HAD JUST HAPPENED AT NEVERMORE, of course, Gomez and Morticia were made aware but with very limited information. That feeling of anticipation and worry was plaguing in such a way that neither of them particularly enjoyed in that moment – which was a rarity – but when it came to their daughter’s safety, it was only natural to be concerned. The most important thing, was that Wednesday was alright. But even Morticia could not shake this sudden aching feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach that there was more to what happened. They had attempted to contact Wednesday multiple times through the crystal ball to no avail, which did not help that overwhelming anxiety that caused Morticia to pace. When the call finally came through, Morticia was first to take position in front of the crystal orb, the sight of Wednesday’s face did provide some closure at the very least but there was something about her stoic expression that seemed off. A mother could tell, ❝ darling, what is it? ❞ she asked, taking hold of Gomez’s hand in eager anticipation. ❝ It’s… Principal Weems. ❞ Wednesday concluded simply, almost matter of fact and yet, there was a hinting tone Morticia recognized that said more than enough. For a moment, there was silence, dark eyes staring. She could feel the tension in her face, jaw locking as if in some subtle attempt to stop the involuntary tremble in her cheeks. The hand which held Gomez’s own slipped away and she could feel his eyes on her. A mixed flush of emotions she didn’t quite know how to handle. Death had always been a celebrated part of life within the Addams clan and yet, she wasn’t celebrating now. Coming to a full stance, all she could do was walk away. Even Wednesday could do nothing but look down. Gomez was quick to try and follow his wife, ❝ Tish! ❞ He called out to her with genuine concern. But as Morticia continued to move forward she said a quick, ❝ don’t. ❞ Pausing even in her steps, ❝ just… don’t. ❞ Gomez stopped in his tracks, silent once more before nodding his head. He could hear the slight quiver in her voice even with just those few simple words. She needed to be left alone. So, he returned to make his way back towards the crystal ball in order to check in on his daughter and allow Morticia time to grieve in her own way. The raven-haired beauty sauntering with stern steps out of the room. But she didn’t make it far before she stopped again, breath catching in her throat and the corner of her eyes finally beginning to water. Her lips twitched, hand rising to rest upon the nearest wall before slowly, she slid down onto her knees, eyes still staring forward. That built up emotion gradually sinking in and for only the second time in her life, she could feel her heart breaking.

[dianneking]

10 Days Of Gwen Goodbyes - Masterpost

Hello and welcome to the latest undertaking of the Angst Fairy! This is going to be a collection of strictly 100-word drabbles featuring different Gwendoline Christie characters, one for each day for 10 days!

The drabbles will be crossposted on AO3 here, and will be linked down below so you'll be able to find them easily enough.

Day 1 : Larissa Weems (Wednesday)

Day 2: Jane Murdstone (David Copperfield)

Day 3: Commander Lyme (Hunger Games)

Day 4: Jan Stevens (Flux Gourmet)

Day 5: Captain Phasma (Star Wars)

Day 6: Lady Jane (The Darkest Minds)

Day 7: Miranda Hilmarson (Top Of the Lake: China Girl)

Day 8: Gwen (In Fabric)

Day 9: Brienne of Tarth (Game of Thrones)

Day 10. Lucifer Morningstar (The Sandman)

[v3nusxsky]

Hey!!!

I love your work so much,

Is there any chance I can request a Larissa weems x reader fic where Larissa and reader are friends and Larissa always steals readers food (like a couple of chips/fries from her meal or a sip of her drink) and it’s just completely innocent.

And readers pet peeve is when people steals her food EXCEPT when it’s Larissa cause she’s completely head over heels for her.

Anyways, I would really appreciate the fic and if you feel like something would fit in place better, im happy with that too. I’m completely confident that you’ll write something I love.

Once again, I love your work.

Hope you have a wonderful day

-a severely affection starved Gwen Stan xx

New discoveries

*Authors note~ another day, another gift. A Drabble for the woman who I started the account for. I’m so incredibly grateful to be nearly at 2 years of owning and posting these fics for you guys. I’ve met some wonderful people I’ll forever be grateful for.*

Trigger warnings~ nothing? Reader has it bad for Larissa, Larissa struggling with food slightly?

Prompt~ see ask^^^

The first time Larissa steals your food you don’t even register it. Simply swiping the cream off your drink, the once ruby red nail being covered in cream. You’re too distracted by the way she takes her index finger between her stunning lips to clean it off with her tongue. The little happy mewl at the taste makes it all worth it. Larissa immediately apologised to you, of course, but being too lost in the sight before you caused you to be nonchalant at best.

The second time Larissa wanted to treat you to lunch. You’ve been working so incredibly hard to help her keep Nevermore afloat. It’s the least she could do. Due to her own issues with other peoples opinions on her diet, she ordered a salad and water while you decided to order the most appealing meal on the menu. It just so happened that when the waiter brought your meals over, you noticed the way the principals gaze dropped to the side of chips on your plate before quickly flicking back to her own meal.

“Everything okay?” You murmured to her watching as she blushed at being caught. “Of course darling. Thank you for accompanying me. I just wanted to thank you for all the hard work you’ve been putting in for Nevermore. I wouldn’t have survived this semester without you.” Now it’s your turn to flush a pink colour at her words.

The meal was lovely, the conversation seemed to flow effortlessly as you made each other laugh. It was only when the waiter asked about desserts did you leave the table to the restroom. On your plate lay a few stray chips and Larissa tried to avoid looking at them. But then she’s reminded of the happy little moan you let escape you when you took a bite. Well. No one would know if she just pinched one right? You weren’t here and the restaurant seemed abuzz with the other tables conversations.

The fact you returned to the table to see the older woman carefully nibbling on a chip was definitely shocking. That very chip was on your plate. It’s yours. Sharing is caring, but not when foods involved. You never share food. It’s a well known fact by all the staff at Nevermore. Yet, you watched as the shifters eyes went wide as you catching her. Her expression matching a child who was caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “Oh! I’m so sorry darling. I don’t know what came over me. I know you don’t like others touching your food.” Her words trailed off almost as if she was waiting to be scolded.

“Have the rest Rissa” you muttered pushing the plate towards the woman who immediately tried to give it back to you, “oh no darling I simply couldn’t. You eat it darling.” If she were anyone else you would’ve been mad, yet looking at her now you couldn’t help but want her to have them. She never allowed herself much. And if a few chips would make her happy then you would gladly give her the rest. And that’s the moment you realised you felt more for Larissa Weems than you thought. A simple crush for the stunning shifter had changed momentum.

Ironically, Larissa sneaking bites of your food or even sipping your coffee became a staple for your relationship. You soon realised that Larissa never really ordered what she desired. She got what was expected of her. So to counter the problem, you’d order extra sides for your meal, enough to ensure that she felt comfortable sharing a few with you. Over the last few months Larissa had tried a range of new food all thanks to this little habit of hers. When the staff witnessed her taking a sip of your coffee in the staff room they thought the world would end. They most definitely didn’t expect for you to kiss her cheek and simply brew another mug for yourself. Sharing food was a no with anyone. But luckily for Larissa she was more than anyone.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Someone posted this on Insta ( can’t remember 😭) but this is so me 😭😂

Oh my, that’s too perfect 🤣🤭💞!! I couldn’t resist not imagening and then writing this… HAPPY PRIDE BTW 🏳️‍🌈

‘I love MILFS’ shirt… Drabble ~Gwen’s characters xFem!Reader

Gwendoline Christie’s characters reactions to Fem!Reader wearing the “I ♥️ MILFS” shirt… I did Larissa, Lucifer, Miranda, & Brienne for this one 😉

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, kissing, implied smut

Enjoy (;

Larissa Weems

It’s finally a peaceful Saturday, for just you and Larissa, your mini Larissa had been graciously taken by Marilyn for the day.

You wake up before the blonde, allowing her to sleep in.

You impromptu decide to make her breakfast in bed.

And you giddily snag the shirt from your closet as a little ✨extra✨ surprise…

But your plan falls flat, as Larissa heard you rustling in the closet.

She walks into the kitchen, nearly scaring you half to death.

“Well this is a nice surprise, darling…” Larissa husks in her early morning voice.

You haven’t turned around for her to see your shirt yet…

You finally dramatically sigh and turn around.

“Well I was planning to give you breakfast in bed…” you dramatically huffed.

But Larissa doesn’t respond.

Her eyes are glued to your shirt.

“Something the matter, baby?” You say with a smirk.

Larissa chuckled and rolls her eyes at your antics, then walking over to you, without a single word, and she scoops you up.

“I think I will indeed be having breakfast in bed…” she husks in your ear.

Her lips connect to yours passionately, and you hum with delight into the kiss.

She carries you to her bedroom, where the two of you spend your whole day off.

Lucifer Morningstar

You had found the shirt on one of your trips to earth.

It had made you smirk, and you were curious as to what Luci would have to say about it…

So naturally, you took it back with you.

You entered Luci’s great throne room, wearing the shirt.

“Hey Luci, I’m back…” you hummed towards the blonde, who was standing by the window, dazing out into their domain.

The Lightbringer doesn’t look back when they recognize your presence with a hum.

“I brought something back this time…” you probe the blonde fallen angels curiosity.

At this, the Lightbringer turned their gaze toward you, and their brows furrow.

“And what is that…? It doesn’t suit you very well, does it, little one…”

“It’s a shirt.” You smugly say.

Luci rolls their eyes playfully at your humor.

“No I mean, what is a milf…?” They clarify.

She’d fallen right into your trap…

“It’s you!” You chirped, your eyes glimmering coyly.

“Hmmm ok…” Luci stared at you with furrowed eyebrows, contemplating whether to open this can of worms.

They decided not to.

“I will see you at dinner, little one?” She redirected.

“Yep.” You chirped yet again.

You were being far too chipper for Lucifer’s taste…

At that, you left.

And Mazikeen soon entered the throne room, stifling a giggle.

“And what, pray you, is so humorous?” The Lightbringer sneered.

“Nothing master. Only Y/N’s shirt…” Mazikeen mumbled.

At this, Luci’s senses pricked up and their head swiveled to the demon.

“What about the shirt?!” They demanded.

“I just never imagined that you’d allow her to wear something like that…” Mazikeen spoke.

Now Lucifer was really confused.

“Something like what??!”

“MILF… Master, do you know what that stands for…?”

“No…” they grumbled.

“Ohhhh…” Mazikeen whimpered.

“It stands for Mother I’d Love to Fuck…”

Luci’s eyes widened, their jaw dropping.

Oh, you were so fucked…

Miranda Hilmarson

You’d put on the shirt at night as you prepared for bed.

As you grabbed your nightly tea, Miranda walked into the kitchen.

Once her eyes set on your shirt, She immediately looked away and blushed furiously.

“Like what you see…?” You teased, taking a sip of your hot tea.

Miranda gulped and finally looked up, meeting your gaze.

“I’m not a milf…” she insecurely whispered.

Your heart cracked at her tone of insecurity…

You set your tea down and made your way over to the blonde, opening you arms to her.

She gladly accepted, immediately nuzzling into your frame.

Once you’d hugged her for a good solid five minutes, you pulled your face out to meet hers.

“Well I’d love to fuck you anyday…” you purred.

At your words, Miranda blushed even more, a small tear escaping her eyes.

“Thanks, babe…” she whispered with a cracked voice.

“And you certainly will be a MILF once I fuck my cum so deep into you, we defy the laws of the universe, and your belly starts to swell with my baby…”

At this, Miranda’s jaw dropped.

“Would you like that…?” You teased the stunned blonde.

All Miranda could do was nod, vigorously, her eyes lighting up at the possibility…

Brienne of Tarth

Brienne had immediately noticed your shirt when the party had set off at daybreak.

It was a long journey ahead, and it was itching her to ask you what your shirt meant.

“Y/N…” Brienne spoke in her gentler tone.

“Hmmm, yes my lady…?”

Brienne always caught a slight blush when you of all people called her my lady…

“I was wondering, what does that word on your chest mean?”

“Oh, OhHhhH…” you chocked out, almost embarrassed to have to explain this to the woman you’d been crushing on ever since you’d crossed paths with her.

“Are you alright, Y/N…?” Brienne asked, her tone laced with immediate concern.

“Yes yes! I’m fine, thank you.” You took a deep breath.

“It means Mother I’d Like to Fuck…” you basically whispered.

It took Brienne a second, but one was she got it, she got it.

Brienne mouthed a knowing Ohhhhhh as her eyes widened.

Your smiled lightly and then quickly looked away again.

God, were you hopelessly in love with the innocent, blonde haired woman…

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Lucifer Morningstar Masterlist

Miranda Hilmarson Masterlist

Larissa Weems Masterlist

Brienne of Tarth Masterlist ~Coming Soon (: