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Omg thank you so much for ~What the Body Wants~ it was so good!! No! Sorry, that's not it. It was hot, like, so hot!! I loved reading it! Somehow i found it a bit funny too and that always a win😁 there's something about that sex pollen that i find so intertaining, i don't no why. Maybe because they're just so out of control and they act on pure lost, i don't know. Oh.....and the little masturbation session.... i didn't see it coming at all and i thought it was a really good idea!! And Larissa saying "i like you bra" come on Larissa, can you be more obvious?😅❤

Thank you again, i'm so glad you wrote it😊❤

Thank you so so so much!! 🥹 Ready for the part 2… 😏 Thank you all for your patience 💞 I got some inspiration from @syrupy-sweet-honey & @shiftingplates for this one. Hope you Enjoy 😘

What the Body Wants Pt. 2 ~Larissa Weems xFem Teacher!Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, past smut, implied drugging/ambrosiac, implied future smut, shapeshifted d!ck, g!p fucking, d!ck riding, overstimulation, pain kink, praise kink, more implied smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

The second you walked into Larissa’s office, she had you pinned against the door.

“Fuck it…” she growled.

Her lips smashed onto yours. You moaned eagerly into the kiss.

“Please ‘Rissa need more…!” You mewled in desperation.

“Oh Darling, I could go all night…” Larissa breathily moaned.

“I’m gonna hold you to that…” you groaned, wiggling your eyes suggestively at her.

Larissa then grabbed your hand and placed it over her now apparent bulge.

She’s a shapeshifter… Fuck, that’s right…

Your breath hitched and your eyes fluttered from her bulge back up to blonde’s eyes.

“Please…” you breathlessly pleaded.

Larissa then picked you up with ease and carried you into her private quarters. She slammed and locked the door was ease, as you stripped down to nothing with ease, still scolding yourself internally for having lost your knickers. You later yourself out on her bed, propping yourself up with your elbows, as Larissa tantalizingly removed her dress and the rest of her garments, until she was just as nude as you. You gulped.

Fuck was she big…

The blonde then crawled on top of you, spreading your legs with ease. Her eyes were just as desperate as yours. They had a glossy coating of lust, so thick it was now extremely apparent how much the aphrodisiac was affecting the woman. The blonde then slid her hand up to your neck, as she lined up her member with your aching cunt. You gasped and breathily moaned out at her contact with your bare skin. Larissa’s eyes widened and she tightened her grip on your neck, and you only mewled more. And then she sunk into you.

The only thoughts in your mind in that moment were Oh how I’ve needed a pretty girl like this for so long… and—

“OhHhhHHh Fuck…!!” You breathily moaned out, your eyes screwed shit and your hands grasping up at her marvelous form for some sort of grounding.

Your heart raced tripled as the blonde bottomed you out, your eyes rolling back in pleasure and your nails already scratching up Larissa’s back.

“Doing such a good job taking me, Darling…” Larissa groaned, while tightening her hold around your throat.

You only keeled over in pleasure even more at her words and actions, and your walls clenched around the blondes dick deliciously. Pretty soon, Larissa got a good pace of pounding into you.

And yes, she was pounding…

Her breathing was just as labored and ragged as yours, one hand on your throat and the other stabilizing her body and yours on the bed.

“Yes yes yes…!!” You mindlessly chanted, engulfed in the overwhelming pleasure and chasing your near impossible high.

At one point the blonde, hooked your right leg over her shoulder, giving her a new angle to hit, and you damn near saw stars. She was hitting that spongey spot deep inside of you every damn time… and her hold around your throat only tightened.

“Fuck fuck ‘Rissa I—” you mindlessly blabbered.

“I know, I know… me too…!” She groaned.

Your high came first and it hit your like a ducking tidal wave. Larissa was quickly behind you, squirting her thick, hot cum deep inside you. You both went limp from pleasure, engulfed in silence, until Larissa finally spoke.

“I’m sorry, I should have asked if you wanted me too… cum inside you…” she panted, her cheeks flushing lightly with embarrassment.

“Don’t be. It was… so hot…” you breathleslly admitted.

The blonde then collapsed next to you. You winced as the overwhelming heat hit you once more.

“I need more…” you whimpered lightly.

The blonde chuckled at your words.

“All night, right?” She teased.

Your eyes widened and you sat up, only to find that Larissa had moved to position herself propped up against the headboard with her legs splayed open.

“Would you really?” You breathlessly asked.

At this, Larissa patted her thighs, indicating for you to come over. She tilted her head slightly, nodding seductively in response.

“Come sit on my lap, Darling…” the blonde lustfully groaned, “So that you can bounce up and down on my cock while I pull your hair and tell you how good your cunt feels…”

Your walls fluttered in anticipation and your throat went dry at her statement. You nodded breathlessly. You scurried into the blondes lap and straddled her form. Larissa’s hands found home on your hips as they lined your dripping hole up with her dick once more. This would be the time where Larissa would have made a seductive quip or made you beg, but not now. No, you were both too desperate, now.

You sank down on the blondes dick, releasing a strangled moan from your throat. This was paired with a guttural groan from the blonde. Larissa’s head fell back, hitting the headboard with a bam!.

“Ughhhhhhh, that’s it, Darling…” the blonde groaned, as you began to squirm and ride her member.

Larissas hands were eager to help you find a rhythm. And pretty soon, you were bouncing up and down on the tall woman’s dick, spewing incoherent moans and cries. While keeping one hand on your hip, Larissa moved her other hand to interweave in your hair. She tugged tightly, causing you to breathily yelp out in pleasurable pain.

“Again again…” you mewled.

And Larissa happily obliged, tugging on your hair even more. And then her pace of fucking up into you sped up. And her lips found your neck, where the blonde left many a marks. They stopped at the shell of your ear.

“God, my love…” she lustfully groaned, “I can feel your pretty, tight walls fluttering around my cock…”

“Oh God ‘Rissa—!!” You cried out, your eyes fluttering shut in overwhelming pleasure.

“No no no, eyes open, Darling… look at me…” she breathlessly groaned.

You did as you were told, your hodded eyes desperately trying to stay trained on that beautiful face.

“Feels… so…so good…!!!” You cried out with a stutter.

“Fuck… that’s it—!!” The blonde cried out.

“M’mmm gonna cum again…!!” You cried out, tightly grasping at the blondes shoulders.

“Me too, me too Darling…” Larissa groaned.

You both came with leud moans and cries.

Safe to say, neither of you were stopping for the night…

~~~

Part 3 of the morning after…? 😏

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[weemssapphic]

hii it’s my birthday and i’m hoping if i could request our dom!larissa giving her baby kinda rough birthday fuck, thank youu

hello!! happy belated birthday! 🥳 i was working the last two days so i couldn't get this done as quickly as i wanted to but here ya go! i hope you like it and, either way, i hope you had a lovely birthday! (special thanks to @eveymay for the beta 🫶🏼)

Happy Birthday, My Darling

Larissa Weems x f!reader

Words: ~2.2k | ao3 link in title

Content/warnings: nsfw (smut) - consensual somnophilia, cunnilingus, blindfold, strap-ons, spanking, rough sex, marking, slight degradation, hair pulling

Larissa was an early riser, always waking up before you. Today, she was extra grateful for that fact - it was your birthday, and Larissa was excited to surprise you. You’d been together for almost a year, and this would be the first time you’d be celebrating your birthday together. You’d told her you weren’t really a fan of birthdays - you hadn’t had a party in years as you tended to be a bit of a loner, and your birthday always made you feel a bit sad. Your girlfriend, however, took this as a challenge: you would never have another reason to hate your birthday again.

She watched you as you slept beside her - you looked so peaceful, so blissfully unaware of the world around you. She couldn’t help the small smile that spread across her face when she brushed a lock of hair off your face and tucked it behind your ear and you nuzzled further into the pillow with a soft sigh. 

Your shirt had ridden up in the night, exposing your stomach, and Larissa trailed her fingers across the bare skin, watching for your reaction. Still deep asleep, you didn’t move a muscle. Shifting slightly, she swung one leg over your body, careful not to jostle you, and hovered over your stomach. Light, barely there kisses were placed up your abdomen, your shirt pushed up over your breasts to reveal rosy nipples. Larissa’s mouth watered at the sight and she wrapped her lips around one of the buds, sucking gently. 

Her eyes were trained on your face the entire time. Aside from a small twitch and a hum, you didn’t react to Larissa’s tongue flicking over your nipple. When she rolled your other nipple between her fingers and gave it a light tug, you let out a breathy moan and wriggled underneath her - the sound made Larissa wet.

Trailing her lips back down your stomach, Larissa found herself grateful you hadn’t worn pants over your underwear. Settling between your thighs, she noticed the wet spot at the center of your panties and groaned. Your inner thighs were littered with kisses as you started to squirm more and more underneath her, until she finally pulled the underwear aside and gave your cunt a lick. 

The feeling of Larissa’s tongue is what seemed to finally pull you fully from your slumber - you whimpered lightly and bucked your hips, still somewhat subconsciously. Larissa began to lap at your folds, savoring the divine taste of your wetness as she watched you raise your head, your eyes fluttering open.

“Rissa?”

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“Good morning, darling,” Larissa husked from between your legs.

Your next words were cut off when Larissa latched onto your clit and began to suck - a strangled cry left your throat instead and your hands flew to her head, tangling your fingers in her platinum curls to ground yourself.

The slight tug of her hair caused Larissa to gasp and double down on your pussy, fervently lapping at your folds. In your sleepy haze, you pushed your hips roughly into her face, making soft noises of pleasure as she brought you closer to the edge with her tongue. You’d admitted to her once that it would turn you on to wake up to something like this, and you were happy she was finally giving it a go. The thought of Larissa playing with your body while you were asleep was incredibly arousing to you.

With every flick of her tongue the coil behind your abdomen tightened, until you found yourself on the brink of orgasm. 

“Rissa, I-I’m g-gonna-”

“Shh, darling,” Larissa cooed sweetly, pulling back - you found yourself whining at the loss of contact. “You’re not going to cum unless I tell you to.” Your eyes met hers, surprised by the hunger burning in her blown pupils. You found yourself nodding as a flush spread across your chest.

Larissa straddled your stomach, pressing her full weight down onto you, and reached up to pull your shirt over your head. Her lips were everywhere in an instant, pressing sloppy kisses along your jaw, down the column of your neck, across your chest - biting and sucking at the skin and leaving little red marks in their wake. Her fingers dug into your waist, hard enough to leave bruises as she showered your chest in attention until you were squirming beneath her.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” she growled into your ear. A whimper escaped your lips and you nodded, biting your lip. “What was that? No…?”

“Y-yes,” you gasped.

“Yes, what, my love?” Larissa’s lips brushed against your ear, her warm breath fanning over your neck - it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Yes, I’ll be a good girl for you.” You tried your best to stay still, heat pooling in your core as Larissa reached over to the bedside table, reaching into the drawer. She pulled out a silk blindfold, dangling it teasingly in front of your face - a question. You nodded and she placed it over your eyes, tying it securely behind your head and gently tugging it into place, her long, slender fingers brushing lovingly against your cheeks. 

“I’ll be right back, love,” she purred, shifting her weight off of you. The room went silent as you waited for Larissa to return - you debated slipping a hand between your thighs and relieving some of the tension, but you knew you’d be subject to punishment if Larissa found you.

Still, the thought was so tempting… Surely you’d hear her return and would be able to stop in time… Your hand traveled down your body, cupping your sex over your underwear and rubbing the heel of your palm over your throbbing, needy clit in rough circles. 

Quickly losing yourself in your own pleasure as you pictured Larissa toying with your cunt, you failed to hear the soft sounds of her footsteps approaching the bed again.

Her voice, thick like honey with lust, sounded directly above you, causing you to gasp in surprise and yank your hand away from your cunt as if burned.

“I thought you wanted to be my good girl,” she purred, her voice an octave lower than usual. You could hear the faux-disappointment and condescension in her voice and felt your cheeks burn with shame as the wetness between your legs grew. Then you felt the mattress dip next to you and Larissa’s breath on your cheek. “Or would you rather be a naughty slut for me?”

All you could do was whimper as you felt the mattress shift, and then Larissa was hovering over you, lowering her cunt onto your thigh - you could feel how wet she was and a filthy groan escaped your throat, a groan that died on your lips when Larissa tilted her hips forward and you felt the length of a silicone dildo press against your thigh.

“Oh fuck me,” you moaned, wiggling your hips impatiently as your walls clenched desperately around nothing.

“Oh, darling, that’s exactly what I intend to do,” Larissa said, her voice sickly sweet, bordering on patronizing as she slid off of you, leaving a trail of her slick coating your thigh. You could feel her toying with the waistband of your underwear and you lifted your hips to help her slide them down your legs. “How about you roll over and stick that pretty ass of yours in the air for me, hmm?”

Quick to comply, you got into position for Larissa, spreading your legs slightly as you stuck your ass into the air. Your heart was pounding, your sex throbbing as you waited for Larissa to make a move. Even the gentle caress of your waist sent a visible shiver down your spine, every one of your senses heightened as the blindfold blocked your vision.

Larissa dragged the tip of the strap through your drenched folds, humming as your hips twitched backwards and you let out a strangled gasp.

“Such a needy little slut,” she growled. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the little stunt you pulled earlier.”

A gentle hand began to caress your ass - the touch quickly turned rough and demanding as she palmed and squeezed the flesh. A loud smack resounded throughout the bedroom, followed quickly by a delicious stinging. You whimpered - though it was your punishment, Larissa knew how much you loved to be spanked, and you hoped to spur her on with your little noises. It worked - Larissa’s hand came down on your ass again, and again, the pain quickly morphing into pleasure.

“You’re just dripping for me, aren’t you?” Larissa cooed. It was true - you could feel your arousal trickling down your inner thigh and you pushed your hips back needily, spreading yourself open even more in the process.

This time, Larissa wasted no time - after briefly teasing your entrance with the strap, she pushed it roughly inside, all the way to the hilt. You gasped at the stinging sensation, your elbows buckling.

“S-so big,” you mumbled, still getting used to the stretch of what you hadn’t realized was the biggest dildo you owned.

“You’ll take it,” Larissa hummed, caressing the red flesh of your ass.

Even when being rough, she was not inconsiderate - she waited for you to wiggle your hips slightly before beginning to thrust her hips into yours. Finding a steady pace, she rutted against you, her hands wandering your hips and waist, squeezing at the soft flesh. Her fingers dug into your sides, fingernails leaving little crescent half-moons in their wake. 

As your whimpers and moans became more frequent, you felt her hand slide around you, dipping between your legs. Her fingers brushed against your clit and your elbows fully gave out as you slipped forward, a filthy groan escaping your lips. 

“Ah-ah,” she cooed. Her fingers continued to massage your clit as her other hand left your waist and buried itself in your hair, twisting to get a good grip and then yanking your head back. The sharp pain caused a fresh wave of arousal to pool in your center, the cock sliding in and out of you with ease.

“R-rissa - ah! I’m g-gonna c-” Another sharp pull at your hair cut you off as you cried out, in pain or pleasure you weren’t quite sure.

“You’re going to have to beg for it.” 

Another whimper escaped your throat and you didn’t even know what you were saying as words began dripping desperately from your lips. “P-please, can I c-cum? Please, R-rissa, I c-can’t-”

You could feel your thighs begin to tremble as Larissa’s hips snapped into yours at a brutal pace, thoroughly fucking you from behind, her fingers working furiously at your clit. You were so close, you didn’t know how much longer you could hold back for.

“Look who’s being a good girl now,” she purred. “Cum for me, darling.”

A few more thrusts were all you needed before crying out, clenching around the cock, trembling as the coil in your belly rapidly unspooled.

“You take me so well,” Larissa murmured as she continued to rock her hips into yours, dragging the strap nearly all the way out before thrusting sharply back in and bottoming out. She repeated the action, working you up to your second orgasm, her fingers unrelenting on your clit. 

Your second orgasm washed over you, and Larissa let go of the hair she was gripping to hold you up - you slumped forward onto the pillow, gasping softly as your body trembled with the aftershocks. 

Larissa was gentle when she pulled out of you. The first thing she did was untie the blindfold, before slipping out of the harness and tossing it to the floor. You allowed yourself to sink into the mattress, your breathing heavy and erratic. 

The shapeshifter crawled up the bed, settling beside you and pulling you against her bare chest. You smiled sleepily up at her, your eyes heavy-lidded.

“Was that alright, darling? I wasn’t too rough?” Her tone was caring and soft as she carded her fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp.

“Mmmh, was alright,” you mumbled, brain still fuzzy, nuzzling into Larissa’s chest and slinging an arm over her waist to pull her even closer.

Larissa dipped her head down to press a tender, loving kiss to your lips. 

“How about I draw us a bath? And then you can nap while I make us breakfast, how does that sound?”

You nodded sleepily and hummed your agreement, too spent to say much. 

“Happy birthday, my darling. I love you so much.”

Your heart leapt at her words - you’d honestly forgotten it was your birthday. A blush colored your cheeks and you smiled shyly up at her. “I love you, too, Riss. Thank you.”

Larissa’s smile was affectionate and loving as she pressed a kiss to your nose. “Be right back, love.”

As you waited for Larissa to draw you a bath, snuggling into the sheets, you decided that if this is what birthdays with Larissa were like, you could even grow to love getting older.

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114 and 34 🔥 with larissa? i don’t know how it works, i’m sorry it’s my first time here

Sweet girl 18+

*Authors note~ loving the use of the prompt list and a formal apology to anyone waiting for requests im still not in the swing of school yet*

Trigger warnings~ public sex edging mommy kink Praise kink degrading kink fingering oral teasing edging dom larissa sub r fem r punishment spanking

Prompt~ 114 and 34 🔥 with larissa? i don't know how it works, i'm sorry it's my first time here ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ "Come in my love and lock the door dear. You'll be here for a while" the principal murmured to you as you entered the room just after the lunch bell. "Rissa, my love, i have class" you whispered hoping to avoid what was ultimately coming your way in the near future. "Now i know my little witch knows that mommy already checked her schedule. Are we trying to escape your well earned punishment?" Judging by the blondes raised eyebrow, you knew you'd added fuel to the fire, "No mommy, i was a brat" you confirmed hanging your head low in shame. "And now you're going to see what mommy dose to sluts who cant follow my rules, kneel" she demanded pointing to the side of her desk chair.

While you repeated the safe word's for her she worked on stripping you of your skirt, tights, and emerald lace underwear. "Good job, now you are getting five, so be good and it will stay that way, misbehave or miscount and we start again with two extra for every mess up, am i clear?" You tapped your index finger against her thigh to show you understood before feeling a hand rest on the small of your back to steady your frame on her lap. "One thank you mommy" you squealed and made sure you took a deep breath before the next strike. You do not want to disappoint the older woman anymore than you did to get yourself in this position. "Five mommy thank you!" you sobbed slightly gasping for some air as the sting began to subside. "Good job darling girl, now tell mommy how to fuck her girl. Rough or gentle?" she purred rubbing your back in a soothing manner. "Rough please mommy" you whimpered as she brought her fingers down to tease your soaked hole. "Hmmm later sweet girl, God I'd fuck you right here if i could, however you haven't earnt the privilege of mommy touching you like that have you love?"

"Please mommy let me earn it. Please! Ill do anything" you pleaded with the principal. That is where she brought out your remote controlled vibrator and instructed you to sit still and not fight her. if you could make it through her meeting she'd fuck you the way you love. Naturally you were ready to do anything to cum for her so she knew you'd let her insert thee toy, fix your skirt and conjure yourself some tights. the joys of dating a powerful witch. You took your place under her desk with her final warning ringing in your ears, "don't make too much noise, you don't wanna get caught now, do you?" The voice of the Mayor filled the room and you internally groaned, this was going to be one hell of a meeting because he talks entirely too much for your liking. it could also be down to his jealousy of Larissa choosing you, an outcast, a witch over little ole boring him. Thankfully for you, your wife also tires of the Mayor quickly and focused on subtly playing with your aching core until you were driven to insanity of being edged to high hell. A constant vibration was currently assaulting you swollen clit when you noticed your wife spreading her legs to reveal her cunt to you. immediately knowing what she wanted you to do you got to work eating her out like your life depended on it. the thrill of getting caught only adding to the fun as you flicked your tongue against her hard puffy clit as you thrusted two fingers into her warm heat and began to curl them just how your mommy had trained you to.

It's a blur really, one minute your lapping up her orgasm and the next she tugging you up from under the table and praising you for what a sweet slut you are and how well you did for her. You'd truly earnt your reward and she was going to make damn sure she spent all night, touching, kissing, sucking, biting your smooth skin as she brought you over the edge and overstimulated your poor pussy until you were nothing more than her dumbed down sweet little girl who had been properly fucked like her slutty heart deserved. There would be no surprise to Larissa if your magic reacted during this, it only happened during heightened emotions like this and you knew she would always listen to your body. Who needs to walk on a Saturday morning anyway?

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I'm sorry, my love.

Larissa Weems x Reader

A rainy day at the Weathervane has Larissa recalling how it all went wrong.

Warnings: Angst angst angst. No happy endings here.

"What can I get for you ma'am?"

Larissa looked up from her phone, the noises of the Weathervane flooding back to her. She'd been staring at her phone, specifically a picture of the two of you. You were sat beside eachother in a booth of your favorite restaurant, dressed to the nines and smiling real smiles, Larissa's arm looped behind your waist as she held you close to her. Larissa had originally been too shy to ask the maître d' for a photo, but you'd insisted with your very best puppy eyes, the ones she'd never been able to say no to.

"Ma'am?"

Larissa shook herself from her thoughts and offered an apologetic smile to the young person in front of her, placing her phone face down on the table.

"My deepest apologies, it seems I'm not quite myself today. I'll have a hot chocolate please, extra whip."

The waitress merely nodded and left, Larissa's smile disappearing with them. She turned her attentions to the hustle and bustle outside, the sudden and unexpected patter of rain catching many off guard; the ring of the bell above the Weathervane's door went on and off, on and off, more and more patrons coming in in hopes of escaping the storm.

She'd never intended to let it get so bad between you. Really she hadn't. At first she blamed getting caught up in her duties to Nevermore, so busy with emails and meetings and events she hadn't quite noticed how many of your messages she'd started to leave on read, all the phone calls going to voicemail.

"I'm not saying you need to be available to me twenty four seven Rissa, but I haven't heard from you all day and it's ten at night. It only takes a few minutes to check in."

"You're right darling. I'm sorry. I'll make it a priority from now on. I'll make us a priority."

She'd stuck to her word for a couple months after, making the first time she'd missed dinner without warning not so big a deal. You'd understood that she had too much on her plate, what with Outreach Day and Parents Weekend, and she'd simply lost track of time.

The fifth time however, left in the restaurant for an unexcusable amount of time before paying for your single glass of wine with tears in your eyes, you'd been less inclined to forgive her so easily.

"I was there for hours Larissa! I called, I texted, nothing! It's our anniversary for god's sake!"

"I know, I know, I'm so sorry dearest, I didn't mean to. It won't happen again, I swear it-"

If you asked her now, she wouldn't be able to pinpoint when exactly the bad began to outweigh the good, when the late-night arguments became more frequent than the early-morning whispered sweet nothings; it all blurred together until it just became too much.

"I can't do this anymore Larissa."

That she remembered, clear as day. You hadn't even looked angry like she would have expected, like you had so many times before; you only looked exhausted. Defeated. Done. She'd tried her best to hold on to you, clinging to any lifeline she thought she may have, but you knew it was only empty promises- that same conversation, those same apologies, over and over again.

"I promise I'll change. I'll be better darling, I will. Don't leave. Please."

The thunk of ceremic pulled Larissa's gaze up, and she flashed a small smile to the waitress, thanking them as they placed her hot chocolate down. She took a moment to blow on the surface before taking the first sip, the warmth spreading pleasantly through her chest. As it settled in her stomach, she realized this was the first feeling of comfort she'd had since you'd packed your bags and left her for your hometown.

"I wish things had been different Larissa."

Misty eyed, she finished only half her cocoa, left a generous tip, and then braced herself for the impending chill outside. She used to love rainy days, the smell and sound reminding her of cozy afternoons spent in with you, laughter and loving chasing away the dreary weather whilst wrapped in eachothers arms.

How she wished it had been different too.

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Hiya!! Can I request a Larissa x reader where they’re in a relationship and their anniversary is coming so reader is secretly planning a big proposal and Larissa thinks they’re growing distant and maybe cheating? Then reader had to propose on the spot to stop Larissa from leaving after she confronted reader. J read a fic with the same plot but different characters and thought it would be interesting to see it with Larissa. Thanks!

Here you go, Anon. I hope you like this one.

“And then when I give the signal, you’ll send up the fireworks, right?”

Your best friend nodded, making a note on their iPad.

“So we’re all good to go,” you said.

“In three days you’ll have a fiancee,” they said.

You felt that vibration of excitement go through your body. You’d been preparing for this for what felt like such a long time. You’d known the moment you’d met Larissa that you were going to marry her, but almost two years on, you thought she might finally be ready to say yes when you asked. You’d been doing your best to make it special, planning for your anniversary.

You had a fancy meal planned, a violinist hired to play during the meal, flowers and candles everywhere. Fireworks for the moment she said yes. The most beautiful ring was hiding in the toe of one of your boots. A balloon arch was on it’s way, and you’d convinced the wood working teacher to build you a gazebo for the night. You didn’t think you could have planned a more perfect proposal.

“Okay, I have to go,” you said, “Rissa is going to be done with work soon. And remember?”

“Not a word,” they said, miming locking their lips and throwing away the key.

You grabbed them up in a hug, laughing. They gave you a big squeeze before shooing you away.

“Go see your girl,” they said.

You hurried off, determined to keep your secret for another three days. You were so worried you were going to ruin the surprise for her, that you’d let something slip. You were just so excited about it. You couldn’t wait to make her your wife.

“Where have you been?”

Larissa was already sitting in your rooms, glass of wine in her fingers, fire roaring in front of her. You couldn’t help the smile spreading over your face. You always smiled when you saw her.

“I just got chatting,” you said, rounding to her side of the sofa.

She looked up at you and you could tell immediately something was wrong. You weren’t used to that look on her face being directed at you. Eyes shuttered, face blank, no smile or twinkle left for you. You took another step towards her, holding out your hand. She ignored it.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“If you don’t want to be here I think it’s better you just leave,” she said, sounding almost robotic, emotionless. You felt the breath rush out of your body, like she’d just kicked you in the stomach.

“I always want to be here,” you said, not sure what was happening.

“Clearly,” she scoffed.

“What’s going on here?” you asked her, needing answers.

“I know what you’ve been doing,” she said.

“What?” Your head was spinning. She couldn’t know, you’d been keeping it such a secret. You’d been doing so well.

Was she angry that you were going to propose to her? Did she not want to marry you? But then why would she think you didn’t want to be there anymore?

“Don’t do that,” she said, standing up to tower over you, “don’t pretend like I’m stupid enough to not see what’s going on here.”

“I thought you’d be happy about it,” you said.

“How could I be happy about this?” she roared.

You took a step back, tears gathering in your eyes. You didn’t understand how everything had gone so wrong in such a short amount of time. All you wanted was to be hugged by her but she was glaring at you.

“I thought it was a good thing.” You shook your head, “I’ve been working really hard on it.”

“You’ve been working hard on cheating on me?” she demanded.

It was like the floor had fallen out from underneath you. All you could do was stare at her, words not managing to form on your lips.

“What?” You knew you were repeating yourself but there was nothing going on in your brain, just static.

“You’re never here, I keep finding you in corners whispering with people, we haven’t been spending any time together. I saw you out in the quad just now,” she raged, “I’m not stupid. You’ve clearly been keeping a secret from me.”

“I have, yes,” you said, slowly, finally beginning to put two and two together.

“So you admit it?” she said.

“I haven’t been cheating on you,” you said, “of course I haven’t been cheating on you.”

“Then what have you been doing?” she demanded, taking a threatening step towards you. You looked up at her, not wanting to ruin the surprise for her, but not seeing how else to get out of this.

“I’ve been planning a surprise for our anniversary,” you said, “something really nice.”

“What on earth could be so nice you’re willing to spend so little time with me?” she asked, and her anger was still so palpable.

“I was planning to propose to you!”

She blinked, her mouth falling open. You were breathing heavily, so angry at yourself for ruining the surprise. You felt tears gathering in your eyes.

“You… what?” Now she seemed to be the one not able to form words.

“Hang on.”

You ran into the bedroom, scrabbling through the wardrobe to find the pair of boots you’d stashed the ring box in. Grabbing it, you rushed back out. She was where you’d left her, standing almost frozen in front of the fireplace.

You knelt down on one knee, opening the box, holding it out to her.

“Okay, so I had this whole thing planned. There was going to be music and candles and wine and fireworks but uh… I guess this will have to do. Because the thing is I’ve been wanting to ask you this since the first time I saw you. I can’t imagine my life without you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted and all I ever will want. I love you, more than words can describe. So, Rissa, will you marry me?”

You watched the tears begin to fall from her own eyes, a hand coming up to cover her mouth. You waited with bated breath, holding the ring box up to her, watching as she took a deep shuddering breath.

“You’ve really been planning this?” she asked, “that’s why you’ve been so distant lately?”

“I didn’t realise I’d been distant but yes,” you said, “I wanted it to be really special so not like this at all.”

“Oh god, I was about to break up with you,” she said, the horror passing over her face.

“I’m hoping your about to agree to be my wife now,” you said, still waiting for her answer.

“Oh darling, yes, of course I’ll marry you,” she said, “of course I will.”

She pulled you up, kissing you so hard you were worried she would bruise your lips but you couldn’t care. You were laughing and she was crying or maybe she was laughing and you were crying. You didn’t know but the moment, despite not being the way you planned was perfect.

You drew back, taking her hand to put the ring on her. She looked down at it, watching it sparkle.

“You really had a big surprise planned?” she asked, looking back to you.

“Fireworks were going to go off once you said yes,” you replied.

“You were that confident?” And she was laughing again.

“Pretty confident,” you replied, “until I walked in here.”

“God, I love you so much,” she said.

You kissed her again. That was all the fireworks you really needed. It wasn’t planned, but it was still perfect.

[daydream-cement]

My Goddess

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: Popped into my head. Just a little one off fic.

You watched as Larissa stood barely clothed in the bathroom, just a pair of underwear gracing her form. She was just applying lotion. She had just gotten out of the shower. Larissa’s left leg was propped up on the counter, followed by the right. You feigned like you were getting ready too, but you were too busy admiring her.

Your gaze wasn’t even lustful. It was like you were permitted a private showing of the beautiful statues of Greece.

She stood upright again, wiping the rest of the leftover lotion on her breasts. Her hands moved up to her hair next, shaking it out a bit before she was about to run a comb through it. Her eyes were closed as she went through her routine. You knew any form of self-care was soothing for her.

You were a tad disappointed when she grabbed her bra from behind you. It had been hanging on the doorknob. She glanced to you, about to ask if you would help clip it on, “Will you- What’s wrong?”

Larissa finally noticed you staring. She continued pulling on the bra and turning around, pulling her hair to the side and glancing back at you for an answer.

You opened you mouth and closed it again, shaking your head the whole time. You secured the bra and she turned around to face you again, “Seriously, Fern. Are you running a fever or something?”

A fever for her, yes, but you still didn’t have a good answer for her, “I’m okay.”

You turned back to what you were doing before you started staring. You applied toothpaste to your brush and felt her stare still on you. She finally looked down to her body, checking her underwear and body, “Do I have something on me?”

“No, you are all good.” You shook your head, pushing the toothbrush into your mouth before walking from the bathroom.

She followed you, however. Partially to put on her dress for the day and partially to keep pushing you to tell her what was wrong, “Honestly, Fern. You stare off into space when you are thinking about- Zip me up, please- thinking about something, so please share before I lose my mind.”

She paused mid-sentence and you let the toothbrush hang from your mouth as you zipped up her dress. When you were finished, she moved to her makeup table, continuing talking to you. She grabbed her earrings off her nightstand and followed you to the bathroom. She stood in the doorway, waiting for you to finish brushing your teeth.

You spat in the sink, brushed a little longer before spitting again. You rinse off the toothbrush, wiping your mouth on your towel, and dropping the toothbrush back in its holder, “Rissa, I can’t. I just can’t.

“Can’t what?”

“I can’t with you. You are so beautiful that it hurts me sometimes.” Larissa rolled her eyes at your response, leaving the doorway to head back to her makeup table. She thought you were lying to get out of the discussion.

You followed after her, a smirk spreading on your lips. She noticed your pursuit, letting out a breathy laugh, “You are so full of shit sometimes.”

“You wound me…” You approach her from behind as she seats herself at the table. Your hands come down on either side of her and you rest your chin on her shoulder, whispering your next words, “You are a goddess amongst mere mortals. I can’t with you because you just don’t see yourself the way I do.”

Larissa breathed out a sigh, not wanting to believe you, “Fern, thank you, but I need to get ready.”

You turn your face to press a kiss to the exposed flesh of her neck. Your next words came out a little more sarcastic to make her smile, “Oh, goddess, please let me worship you. My queen, my ruler, tell me what you desire…”

Larissa pursed her lips, obviously suppressing a smile, “A cup of coffee, my most loyal subject.”

“As you wish, my goddess.” You pull her hand away from the table and bring it up to your lips, pressing a firm kiss to the back of it while making eye contact. You wink, earning an eye roll from Larissa. You release her hand and make you way to the kitchen to fetch your goddess a cup of coffee.

[revalise]

After the Sun [M] | 02

Pairing: Chrollo Lucilfer x Fem. OC

Genre: Romance and eventual smut

Rating: M

Words: 3730

Notes: Huge thanks to Rissa @bnha-aesthetic​ or beta reading this chapter!

I’m laughing at Astra’s future scenes, and I can’t wait to write it. THE BOLDNESS AND AUDACITY PLEASE.

Masterlist | Prologue | 03

Chrollo Lucilfer gets everything he wants, when he wants—even if it means undergoing extreme measures. Nothing bothered him, until an aphrodite, Astra Gerber, appeared one night and stole from the infamous thief. In return that Chrollo doesn't report her, he strikes a deal. But it could be more than what Astra bargained for.

CONSEQUENCES

There are three times Astra remembers disappointing her father.

Sure, she’d been doing that for a lot longer but those three times were the ones etched in her memory to never be forgotten.

The first time, Astra decided to take up Interior Design instead of Engineering, which her father had chosen for her beforehand.

They were aligned with law, politics, medicine, and studies that make their name. And to be a Gerber is to follow the rules set for them by their father; to be of use and bring praise to the family. It ran along their lineage, and no one deviated from it.

A family stays with you through tough times. Rooting for you and cheering you on to go further and take on the world as they guide you and keep you from falling. But not this family.

There is no room for failure. And it certainly meant no room for her.

Astra did not fancy making buildings upon buildings. The thought of having to toast her brains out with bricks, cement, and the hammering of nails did not feel suitable for her. Though she’s been told it wasn’t exactly necessary, she just couldn’t fathom the thought.

If it didn’t allow her to wear her killer heels for the rest of the day, she’s out of it.

However, she did fancy making a life out of establishments. The beauty inside, as she dramatically called it. She thought it’d be better to pursue something she likes, instead of something that did not appeal to her.

Unfortunately, her father thinks otherwise.

The second time, she told him that she’s going to try show business.

Martin lashed out then and gave her a reprimanding. To even think of joining that world, where everyone stepped on each other, interacted with hypocrisy, and filled with scandalous issues would be such a shame for the family. A disgrace.

Many wouldn’t know the reason why elites are so against show business. But then again, not many knew how much of a whorehouse it could be.

Young ones, coaxed by the industry, think of it as how they regard the night stars in the sky. But they forget their feet that’s stuck in the sewer. Only when they’ve fallen hard do they realize how deep they’ve sunk. Or how they couldn’t take those times back.

Ignoring her father’s comments and great disapproval, she continued anyway.

Despite her rising popularity, she didn’t realize the weight of the responsibilities it required. Thankfully, she was popular enough to only settle for modeling. Occasionally, she pairs up with a few girls from her agency to sing and dance to an original song. It wasn’t exactly an official group and was only meant for publicity, so it didn’t require too much work. The jobs she took with her big paychecks would be enough to sustain her personal, lifestyle, and social ‘needs.’

Lastly, when she refused to marry the man her father chose for her. Martin thought, if he couldn’t get anything from Astra because of her stubbornness, it’d be better to marry her off to some man who’d be of use to him.

All that ended to an embarrassment between both families when Astra decided not to show up, too hungover to even move. Not that she planned on meeting with the man anyway.

Three disappointments, and it caused their already tarnished relationship to rift further.

To Astra, it was absurd that her father thought he had complete control over her.

Who was he anyway? He was just some man who screwed her mother and left her pregnant until his mistake blew up in his face. He was just some man who slapped her with counselling with strangers when it hadn’t occurred to him that maybe his daughter wanted to talk to him instead.

She didn’t have the perfect role models to look up to. But she certainly was not a fool to obey someone just like that. She was sure to never take the path someone else had decided for her.

Astra Beatriz Gerber only belongs to Astra Beatriz Gerber.

Yes, she felt bold after all the times she went along with her wishes, rejecting her father’s commands. But she knew that after all that, she’d never get her father’s approval for anything again.

Martin, despite all the sunken wrinkles on his face and silver streaks against his raven hair, stands tall right in front of her, mocking her very existence.

And Astra felt small.

“What are you doing here?” Martin asked gruffly. The simple question sounding as if a question of mockery.

A chill snaked down her spine. She snickered inwardly, laughing at herself that her father still had that effect on her.

That his approval is still something she yearns for even after all these years.

She felt the need to clench her first to calm herself down. There was something about her father’s atmosphere that makes her crumble every time. There was something about his demeanor that felt icy cold and biting against the skin, taking all the warmth she longed for.

Perhaps it was the way he spoke in such a manner, so formal that no trace of familiarity could have alluded. But it wasn’t as if he’d treated her like one.

She teetered inside in stillness. He wasn’t always that way. He wasn’t always as distant as he was. Yes, there was always a gap between them, but it wasn’t as bad as it was now. She didn’t need to ask to know why. It was due to all her repeated disobedience.

Clicking heels sounded against the marble floors, its veins illuminated by the golden, luxurious chandeliers above. Their gaze shifted to the source.

Margaux Gerber, her older sister.

While Margaux looked elegant and sophisticated clad in all white, Astra looked rather odd in the picture with her bold choice of colors.

Margaux had an elegant aura about her. It’s in every piece of clothing she wears and every word she says. Whatever she did, she always looked superbly classy and luxurious.

It translated into the suit dress she wore, accessorized with golden buttons and chains, stopping until her mid-thighs and paired with matching white platform pumps. Her tone is a lovely sound, gentle, and calming as rain.

Her long, black, silky, and straight hair was side-parted with a pearl clip, giving her a look of femininity. A dainty necklace surrounded her smooth neckline and the matching earrings dangled from her ears.

In contrast, Astra looked odd against Margaux with her off-shoulder black mini dress with see-through balloon long sleeves and red ankle-strap platforms.

Everyone who knew the two sisters would see the vast difference between them. While Margaux received all respect from her peers and colleagues, and even strangers she passed by, Astra was only paid admiration - worldly admiration.

It was clear as day she lacked the gifts her sister possessed.

Astra tried hard to hide her feelings, the pounding of her heart pounding against her ears and the rushing of her blood against her veins.

She hadn’t seen her family in two years. Hadn’t heard from them in two years. Never even received an invitation to family dinners since the last time she disobeyed her father.

Her father’s presence was enough to melt her, turn her into dust to be taken by a gust of wind, and the addition of her sister made it even worse.

The sister that ignored her very existence and only looked at her with distaste.

She felt dizzy, nauseated, too small, and too large at once.

Astra tried to contain herself. She took slow and deep breaths, calming her fast-beating heart.

But anxiousness was mixed with perplexity when she watched as Margaux sauntered alongside with a familiar face she knew. The familiar face she was only conversing with earlier. From the looks of it, they were acquainted.

Anger boiled within her blood, and it perplexed her why.

“Dad,” Margaux elegantly greeted her father with a smile that showed off her perfectly white teeth, ignoring her sister’s presence even as she watched her.

Margaux's gaze shifted from her father to the man beside her, Chrollo Lucilfer. Her hand made its way to Chrollo’s arm, locking it with hers, her fingers tightening around his biceps. “This is the one I was telling you about.”

Astra’s brow raised upwards. A grin spread across Martin’s lips as he formally extended his hand with a deep, old chuckle, “I see. I see.”

Chrollo reached forward to shake Martin’s hand, in the process untangling Margaux’s arm with his.

“I’ve heard a lot of good things about you from my daughter,” Martin’s voice was deep and formal, different from the icy tone he used with his daughter.

“Oh, please,” Margaux chuckled and rolled her eyes but with a smile on her face. Astra wanted to vomit at what she witnessed. She mouthed the same words from Margaux’s mouth with a face and roll of her eyes.

“Likewise, sir,” Chrollo politely replied with a last shake before shifting his gaze to Astra, who put no effort in hiding both her curiosity and displeasure, standing beside Martin. And though they were close in space, the invisible barrier between the father and daughter couldn’t be avoided.

“Will you join us for dinner?” Martin followed with a question.

The way Martin spoke to Chrollo, with all his fake politeness, made it evident to Astra that this was more than just a casual talk. She knew nothing about business and the way connections worked and how it was built, but she could tell that her father was up to something with Chrollo. She just couldn’t quite put her hand on it.

However, Astra hadn’t exactly been stellar with all her guesses in the past. That mere fact was enough to make her drop all her doubts.

“I would’ve loved to. But I’m afraid I’ve already had dinner with Astra,” Chrollo replied. No ounce of fear or intimidation etched on his face.

That only made Astra wonder more.

Most would fall into her father’s intimidation and end up embarrassing themselves, especially young ones like Chrollo who’d done nothing to prove themselves just yet - or as she thought.

Like Margaux, Martin also had an aura about him. A very intimidating one at that. One could say that it came from their father’s influence.

“Astra?” Martin didn’t try to hide the undercurrent of curiosity as his brow shot up.

“Astra, sir,” Chrollo found his way towards Astra before casually slipping his hand around her waist, “is a very good friend of mine.”

“Oh?” Martin narrowed his eyes, his wrinkles creating lined dimples across his face.

If he was shocked at the revelation, it didn’t show. And Astra knew better than anyone how controlled her father’s poise was.

Margaux, on the other hand, raised her brow and her blood throbbed. Darkness flitted across her eyes as she stared at his arm around Astra.

Astra couldn’t help but savor the perplexed faces of the two. The way Martin’s brow furrowed and the way Margaux’s disposition suddenly braced for defense, like she’d been exposed to something she shouldn’t have.

“You know each other?” Margaux's voice was hushed but marked by vehemence. She forced the corner of her lip to twitch upwards.

A wolfish smile tugged on Astra’s mouth and she prepared whatever lie she could muster to annoy her sister. A long list of lies clouded her mind.

The best lies were always mixed with the truth.

But before words could come out of her mouth, Margaux spoke yet again to finish her sentence, “Chrollo?”

It hadn’t been her who Margaux had been directing her question to. Astra rolled her eyes in irritation.

‘You evil witch,’ Astra hissed and cursed her sister in her mind.

If Margaux did it on purpose to embarrass her, she wouldn’t put it past her.

Chrollo glimpsed at Astra, who had her gaze in the opposite direction with a frown, before shifting it towards Margaux to reply with a vague answer, “We met under certain circumstances.”

But Chrollo’s answer wasn’t enough to quell her curiosity, and Martin interceded before she could ask again, “Margaux,” he said calmly, stopping her.

“It’s been a pleasure meeting you,” Martin said.

“The pleasure is mine, sir,” Chrollo flashed a smile.

“Please,” Martin chuckled, “call me Martin. I have a feeling we’d be well acquainted.”

Chrollo laughed from beside Astra, “I sure hope so.”

Martin’s gaze shifted towards Astra, to her surprise, “Astra,” he said acknowledging, his eyes lingering on hers.

Margaux turned to examine her as they strode past before shifting away to look at the lobby ahead.

“Now about the deal,” Chrollo started once the two disappeared completely from their sight, his index wiping the corner of his mouth.

“About that,” Astra started. The feeling of what had just happened still rushing to her veins. “How about we do it next time?”

Chrollo’s brow shot upward, “Why?”

She turned her head to him, flashing an impish grin, “I have something better in mind.”

“No,” he replied flatly, making her frown.

“Then leave me alone,” the impish tone from earlier had gone missing from her voice. “Threaten me. Say whatever you want to say to ruin me. I don’t care. People are always going to talk shit about me. There’s always another version of me in someone else’s mind. So I’d rather listen to the people who know me best instead of someone who has only seen me twice. It won’t hurt me.”

With that, she stalked past Chrollo, who’d been dumbfounded at her sudden outburst.

Had she gone mad? Had she forgotten what Chrollo held against her?

Chrollo dashed to walk alongside her. His gaze didn’t bother shifting to her, only to the vast length of the lobby before them, “Fine. What is it you want?”

Astra ignored him but a smirk played on her lips. Of course, she won again. She quickened her pace to the elevator, eager to dash to the room she rented until she could go back to her place.

Once she’d gone inside the elevator alone and pressed the button to her floor, she watched as the elevator doors slowly blocked her view of the golden majority of furniture and red carpets in the lobby, until a quick hand stopped it from closing.

Chrollo fixed his blazer with a tug before sauntering inside, settling on the opposite corner from where Astra stood.

“I want to go out tonight,” Astra said.

“Okay,” Chrollo replied impassively.

The elevator then started moving up, up, and up. Though Astra found it odd that Chrollo had been quiet beside her and didn’t shoot him a glance.

Why hasn’t he been talking?

“What is it with you?” She asked sharply, crossing her arms as she turned her body to him, who stood perfectly still in calmness.

Chrollo didn’t answer.

“Wow.” She prolonged the word with amusement before rolling her eyes as she flipped her hair, “You followed me, stalked me. And for what?”

Chrollo furrowed his eyebrows but said nothing yet again.

Astra scoffed. She moved forward, each step with screaming arrogance, “Yes, I’m Astra Gerber. What do you want? A picture?” she mocked.

Chrollo didn’t reply, irking Astra even more.

Not only did she have a confusing reunion with her father and sister, but she had also been entangled with this mad lad right in front of her.

“Aren’t you going to answer?” Astra poked Chrollo’s arm again and again before she yelled so loudly, “Hey!”

With the timing of her yell came the ringing sound of the elevator before it opened. The color on their face paled as they were greeted by Astra’s… questioning manner.

Astra’s head whipped towards the door as she saw the horrified faces of those waiting outside.

She cleared her throat and slunk away, making sure to confine herself in the corner, while Chrollo stayed on the other.

Her fingers reached for the sunglasses in her bag, which she donned as she hid her head sidewards as a throng trickled in, blocking her access to Chrollo. And she made sure to keep her head down to avoid locking gazes with anyone.

The elevator went up, up, and up, until Chrollo and Astra were left alone together with another passenger who caught the situation with Chrollo. An elderly woman turned to glare at her, a look of disapproval written on her face. She was all too aware of the sharpness the lady was giving her; she could see it in the mirror on the sides of the elevator, which is why she made an effort never to turn away from the corner. Let the others think she’d been admiring herself all along.

Her eyes narrowed as she saw a glimpse of Chrollo’s reflection in the mirror behind the lady. And she could have sworn she saw a ghost of a smile across his lips. But before she could relish in the sight, the elevator bell rang and giggles from the opposite side seeped in the enclosed space. The elderly woman stepped out.

The titters were from a body of personnel, who made an effort to even bow their heads slightly at the sight of Chrollo. Their voices blended against one another, “Good evening, sir.”

Astra rolled her eyes, ‘Why only greet him? I’m a guest too.’

Chrollo dismissively waved his hand as he flashed a smile, “Good evening.”

Astra’s eyes narrowed as she caught a glimpse of a blonde-haired girl who smiled maliciously and batted her eyelashes at the man. She didn’t try to be discreet when she scoffed, making them shift their heads in her direction. Not even when Chrollo stepped out of the elevator with her as she wrapped her arm around his, giving a snakelike smile to the women who seemed interested in him.

To her surprise, Chrollo didn’t have the intention of inviting himself to Astra's room. She tilted her head to the side to ask why, only to be given a smile and a polite gesture to escort her in her chamber before he parted, promising to return in a few hours.

Astra couldn’t quite contain herself when she slumped on her bed with a wide grin on her face, her hands spread upwards just like her legs. The sudden warmth in her chest hadn’t worn off yet.

It took her a few good hours to get herself ready. She picked a dress plucked out of the stars. And she’d twirled enough in the mirror to know how it looked good on her, accentuating her strong features and her molten eyes.

Only when she heard the soft knocking did she step out of her dream. The warm sensation from her chest traveled to her stomach as she met with the man she’d been expecting.

When Astra mentioned that she wanted to celebrate tonight, Chrollo didn’t think twice about accompanying her. But it seemed that Astra shrugged off his kindness when she decided to stray away, leaving him for himself to look for her.

The flashing and the quick changing of lights illuminated the darkened club. A throng of strangers danced and flocked around Astra. She swayed her hips, closing her eyes as she felt the rhythm of the music pulse within her senses. The alcohol's effect sinking deep inside her veins.

“For someone who relies on my good graces, you’re certainly bold,” Chrollo’s deep, raspy voice whispered in her ear as a large hand snaked around her thigh, pressing the thin material of her dress so harshly against her skin.

“You’re very selfish, aren’t you?” Chrollo hissed, his breath brushed against the crook of her neck as he held her from behind.

An impish grin flashed across Astra’s lips as she let out a sultry chuckle. She whipped her head to the side and her nose touched Chrollo’s, a hair’s breadth separated their lips. “The world is wide open. And mine for the taking.”

A hush fell between the two and the world went mute around them as the crowd faded into the background. She was all too aware of how close their faces were, but she couldn’t bring herself to shift away.

Chrollo’s black eyes glowed with want as he watched her. She was something out of a dream.

He felt a pang of desire through him so strong it took all his self-control to keep himself from taking her. But he didn’t want to give her a night she could regret. Not when she’s in her high.

Astra felt a palm press against her stomach, feeling the warmth it deigned before it slid upwards gradually. It passed in between her breasts, and she fought the urge to bite her lip. She felt the warmth wrap around her neck softly. Soft enough to avoid entirely disrupting her breathing.

He wanted her so bad, it hurt. But he didn’t want it to stop.

Chrollo tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She breathed, so softly that her lips barely moved.

He found himself closing the short gap between them, turning her chin in his direction with the hand he used around her neck. He looked at her once more as if asking for permission. Astra’s starlit eyes found his, making his blood thrum in his veins.

She slowly closed her eyes, and he took in her beauty once more. Her long lashes, red lips, and straight nose.

Chrollo’s sudden appearance. Chrollo’s bargain. Chrollo’s relationship with her family.

She didn’t have the faintest idea of what any of it meant and how it happened.

And why was he treating her like a damsel? Had he noticed how her father and sister ignored her? Had he been acquainted with Margaux even before her? Is this a plan?

Questions like that should’ve been clouding her mind. But she was too indulged with the fact that standing before her, was the most beautiful man she'd ever met.

Astra turned to twine her arms around his neck and his eyes blazed with hunger. Though she was tall, her neck ached as she matched Chrollo’s gaze with his height, but it abated once Chrollo’s hand found its way to the small of her back, pulling her closer to him.

Never mind the crowd around them. Never mind the questions that’ll follow after. Never mind the sharp gazes Margaux sent her. Never mind the mysteries surrounding Chrollo.

Consequences be damned.

[bottlecaprabbitgames]

Ok my darling Capri and Rissa, can we state that from now on all my asks are directed to all of your ROs from all your games because I am *thirsty*? Thanks! Now to the ask, deep crush/pre-romance, MC is sleeping while RO is around, just to talk in their sleep and say "because I love you *insert name*" ;D

Ekfkwdkekd Meira please. I suppose, since it's your birthday, we'll let you get away with such a thing XD

What a good trope though!!! This will be long and I'm sorry for that friendos, but mobile Tumblr isn't letting me do the read mores anymore. If someone knows how to do it now, please let me know!

CoR:

Alice: If you were looking to utterly terrify her, you have done it! She'd try to spend more time around MC though, after this.

Arn's heart would pound in his chest as excitement fluttered in his stomach. He would try not to get his hopes up, because he knows people can say odd things in their sleep, but he'd definitely fail in the matter. He'd likely confess his own feelings very soon after this!

AR would be freaking out. They wouldn't be able to understand why nor would they know what to do about such a thing, so they'd push the unfamiliar feelings they felt at the words away to fester, most likely, and spend more time working if they could.

Bryn would be very conflicted. On one hand, it tells them that MC shares the feelings they've been trying to shove down and away. On the other, it makes them realize just how they are both falling for each other, and that terrifies them. They can't take another loss of that magnitude, and I think it'd drive Bryn to constantly think about what mc said while also panicking on what to do.

Luci and Ifti would feel a flutter of excitement and nerves in their stomach, along with uncertainty. What if MC didn't feel the same way when they woke up? What if it was just in their dreams? I think, after a few days pass, both would try to sit MC down to talk about what they heard. They'd also both become far more protective of the MC after this.

Ji-Ji would be a red-faced mess, and in their excitement of hearing this, probably become an utter klutz and end up waking MC up… then dash off to their room, mumbling loudly under their breath.

Zafi would be very surprised, but excited too. I don't think they'd ever ask MC about it, but it would form a bubble of hope in their chest that maybe, just maybe, there really is something going on between them!

Mind Games:

Freya would be… freaking out. Full on panic mode, because she has no idea on how to love someone, and while it was bad enough that she had feelings for MC that she couldn't explain, to think MC might have those too or something even more would be utterly too much for her to handle at one time. So, she'd probably try to force what she heard away and occupy her mind with work, but that would only help for so long…

Adontis would be… fluttery and jittery inside. He is more than well aware of what his feelings mean, and while he thought MC shared them, this could very well confirm it. He'd wait till MC was awake (after tucking them in more securely and waiting for them to wake) to ask about it.

Blake, who has no tact and never has had it in his life, would immediately wake MC up as his heart pounds in his chest. He'd have to know immediately if they meant it, and if they did, he'd probably go further into panic mode and flee the scene. He wouldn't want to talk about it for a good few days after, either. He would be much more protective of MC, and it'd be a really bad thing for him to overhear anyone being an ass to them. Even more than usual.

I cannot answer for Loche, as their romance is very spoiler heavy with some questions!

Iris/Irien would probably wake MC up by yelling "You WHAT?" It'd catch them very much by surprise, but to be honest they'd be more than happy to reveal their feelings if MC's sleeptalking was truthful!

Fawn would immediately want to know if this was true or not… but has the sense to wait to ask till MC is awake. Until then, she'd sit in her room, pacing as she repeatedly thought about what MC said and her own feelings for them!

For Nelroche!

Ozias would start grinning wildly when he hears mc say that. He doesn't seem to show a reaction to it when you're awake next, but he does get more protective than before. also expect a confession from him soon thanks to that.

Hadrian would get extremely flustered over the matter tbh. He's had trouble thinking you might feel the same way he does after everything he's gone through so something like this makes him feel extremely happy.

A would smile gently and brush their fingers along your cheek, happy you feel the same way they do.

I would also be extremely flustered tbh! With that scene playing through their mind the next day, they'll end up treating mc way softer than they normally do. (and end up getting teased by C and S bc of it)

C would be extremely happy hearing it! They love love love cute shit like that and would totally ask you out on a date the next day bc holy shit you feel the same way tho they were tempted to wake you up to ask but wanted you to get the sleep you need

M would be quietly happy. They don't exactly seem very different when they see you awake the next time but they do seem to be happier than normal.

S would be a fuckin mess over it. They'd definitely flirt more with mc the next day but they're also not sure how to act like them for awhile bc they keep overthinking it

Asena is quick to grin when she hears the words. She'd only hear them bc she had to leave to hunt but thanks to that she leaves Rieka with you while she's out. She's gonna confess as soon as she's back tho.

Somerwood:

Alex is extremely flustered. She's confident in all matters but can get almost... shy when it comes to any hint of affection from you. She makes plans to ask you out but it's not going to happen immediately.

Idris can't help the warm smile on his face at your words. He's already had plans to ask you out and this just cements them in his head. Expect extra soft boss at work that day X3

JD is an absolute mess as always. They're much better with physical affection rather than the sentimental kind. Things like this will make a heavy blush spread across their pale cheeks each time it happens. They'd end up impulsively kissing you by way of confession the next time they see you awake bc they couldn't stop thinking about it and how they've been realizing that their affections ran deeper than they thought too

Val is both happy that you feel the same way and worried bc of what he is tbh. He cares deeply for you and doesn't want to lose you after all. He's going to seem more withdrawn the next time you see him.

Zara would be ecstatic hearing any affirmation of your feelings! She's gonna bounce with joy for at least a day and ask you on a date to a cafe in the city. And there's a chance you've heard her say similar things in her sleep a few times!

Toni can't stop grinning when he hears it. I mean he's already asked you on a few dates even if he never explicitly called them that X3 but that's a push to actively ask you out

Kaori is just ????? Like holy shit rly???? Love is weird why???? So she seems a bit off tbh she hasn't realized her feelings for you completely until that point and later the next day she actually realizes she loves you too so she rushes to where you are and asks you out even if you're in the middle of working

Ximena is blushing over it. She'll give you a forehead kiss and let you sleep but she's gonna shyly ask you out on a date the next time she sees you.

Thank you so much for the ask!! I hope you enjoye the answers :D

[untilthenextencore]

Kashmir Pt. 2

Written with @where-the-hot-springs-blow

Forever editing~...

...

The girls were so close now, both Heston & the Hermit feeling their springlike, wild energy rapidly filling the air, slowly making its way into the library. It was heady, dizzying, nearing soporific. Like the sweetest, richest of opium smoke. Like standing in a full-blooming lavender field at dewy daybreak.

Their hands tightened in desire, in fascination.

"Restrain yourself, magician. Seek potential, ability, knowledge first. Separate yourself from earthly boundaries."

The Hermit’s voice was firm, yet somehow gentle. But it was a warning nevertheless. Dedicated magicians needed to cut past earthly pleasure, superficiality, ordinary enjoyments, all in the name of attaining knowledge & ability.

As an adept, with centuries of practise & ability, he knew well how to seclude himself from baser corruptions & distractions. Many knew him to spend days locked away in his own manor, ignoring even a violent siege by the local villagers on occasion!

But this was different.

The presence of the girls so near...

Such innocence combined with such unpolluted potential...

It perfumed the very air of the castle, teased him with phantom whispers, fingers, even visions. Visions of moonflowers opening at nightfall, images of plum trees shedding their delicate pink petals in torrents, the carpets of them being blown away on a soft breeze.

He could even scent flowers in the air, the longer the girls remained in the castle. Jasmines, honeysuckle, lilies, & gardenias. All flowers that blossomed best at nightfall, warmed themselves by the light of the waxing moon phases.

The air had even begun to taste different to them once the girls had stepped inside. Apples, freshly-picked at the height of their ripeness, the tartness of their juices, the crispness of the first bite. Luscious, ruby-coloured pomegranates, splitting & spreading apart under firm thumbs, their jewel-like seeds spilling free, the sharpness of blood-red juices the strongest taste upon their tongue. Both of them could almost feel the sweet flesh between their teeth, feel trickles running over their lips.

The Hermit remained standing proud & tall, but Heston could not. He craved such innocence too deeply, even being merged with the Hermit. He’d often found the deepest, most enlightening of magickal experiences with such maidens, when surrounded by such innocence. Even if the Hermit did not approve, it was a path he preferred to walk, & would do so alone if need be...

...

The storm grew fiercer outside, beating the windows with torrents of rain, the trees shedding blossoms & fruits all over the meadow."Excuse me?" Charissa inquired, tilting her head with a curious look on her face. "What was that you just said?

Robert shook his head with a disarming grin. "Nothing, Charissa love. Nothing at all!" He sipped from his cup, draining the last of his tea before delicately placing it on the table in front of him. "And as for my name, dear..." He tossed his head back with a flourish, sending yet another sparkling, playful grin in their direction. "Count Robert Anthony Plant at your service. Or Lord if you prefer?" His grin widened. "Lord... Lord... Lord Kidderminster of Worcestershire. And of this here Wolverhampton Manor that is... Quaint & humble abode that it is..." He added with a chuckle, remembering their earlier gaping at the ornate, palatial splendour of it all.

"I knew it!" Sibby gasped, an incredulous smile brightening her face, bouncing happily in her seat, strawberry blonde curls bouncing along.

He laughed at the young girl's youthful enthusiasm, enjoying how it only added to the strength of the energies swirling in the air, the lingering fruity scents intoxicating him all the more with each breath. Turning to Charissa he saw her energies haloing around her in an altogether different way. While Sibella's enveloped her in a warm pink glow, Charissa's energies crackled around her like what he initially termed to be similar to static. Little intermittent flickers and flashes of white light, lighting up & disappearing in a snap. But then he saw that as she cast a wary look at her enthusiastic friend, the wariness melted as she leant in to towel off a few errant lingering drips from the ends of a lock of Sibella's hair, with a small scoff & warm smile. The action in all its warm affection took the crackling flickers away, replacing them with a strong red orange glow that haloed Charissa just as Sibella had been in pink. Now he figured that it wasn't static electric energy after all that surrounded Charissa. It was fire. This notion made him chuckle lowly to himself. Well, Pagey WAS always going on to him about how Robert's star sign of Leo was a fire sign & all the things that that entailed. Perhaps he would then also say that this was yet another sign. Perhaps Robert was meant to surround himself with these girls with their respective playful bubblegum pink & fire red-orange glows. Perhaps he should then take steps to ensure that he was surrounded by them...

In a sea of pillows and blankets...

Adrift in a sea of perfumed hair & soft skin...

Lose himself in the midst of fine curves & mile long legs...

Perhaps in bed?...

Perhaps...

Perhaps...

Perhaps...

Preferably in bed.

And if Robert had anything to say about it, that was exactly where it would occur.

He just needed a way to get there.

His idea.

"You don't believe me, dear?" He asked Charissa with a cute pout. She laughed softly, nervously & shrugged. "I don't know... I don't know exactly... See, I... I... I don't know what to believe, really..."

He nodded, smiling comfortingly. "I see. Now that's perfectly alright, dear." He leant in to pat her hand in additional attempt to allay any fears or nerves that she might still have, before then rising to his feet with the announcement. "I have an idea! See, I noticed the two of you gazing at my artwork here. You seem to enjoy it. You've been admiring it this whole time!"

"Yes." Charissa nodded. "Yes, its quite gorgeous. You have a splendid collection here."

"Perfectly wonderful! The paintings, sculptures, all of it!" Sibella enthused with yet another joyful bounce.

That gave Robert the in he needed. "Thank you both very much." He said with his right hand over his heart, bowing with another flourish. "You're too kind." Grinning at the giggles that he received from the two, he then made an offer. "You haven't seen the half of it though. Which leads me to ask... How would you two lovely ladies like a tour? What do you think?"

"Ahh! Yes! Yes! Yes, of course!" Sibella enthused bouncing again. "Oh my God! Thank you so much, Lord Kidderminster! You're too kind!" As ever Charissa was a bit reluctant. "Too kind. Too, too kind. You've um... You've opened your house to us in the midst of this dreadful storm. A rather sudden storm at that! You've lent us these cloaks & towels to dry ourselves, sat us by the fire & gave us tea to warm up. You've even chatted with us. Two strangers you caught dallying around the grounds of your splendid home. You've done so much already. I'm not sure that there's much more that we could ask of you. Nor is there much more that I think that we should ask of you. I wouldn't want to impose. I'm sure that you have better things to do than waste away the rest of your evening with the likes of us. You needn't worry or trouble yourself, sir. We'll be out of your hair by morning. Or as soon as the storm lets up." Like clockwork, as if on cue as she said that a flicker of concern and something imperceptible flashed across Robert's eyes and another clap of thunder sounded startling her & Sibella into another mutually comforting embrace & the sky opened anew with another almighty downpour.

Robert just chuckled and shook his head. "Think nothing of it, my dear. Nothing at all. I'm only too glad to show my home with people who hold such interest & admiration for it. Especially two such lovely ones as yourselves." Sibella blushed & giggled at those words. Try as she might, even Charissa's cheeks colored. With that, Robert bent down & extended a hand two both girls. "Now... Shall we be off? We have a great deal to get around to..." Sibella took his hand & bounced up happily with an excited nod before looking to Charissa. Charissa met her gaze & shrugged with a sigh, taking the hand extended to her & rising as well.

Robert couldn't help but grin, now draping the girls in their capes yet again before wrapping an arm around each of them yet again & starting down the hall. "Let's go..."

The corridor they turned down was a bit dark at times what with the heaviness of the black clouds outside dimming everything quite a bit. Sibella did her best to combat this by handing her beloved books to Charissa, taking up a candle from one of the little nooks & using it to help light the way. She used it to illuminate the pieces that Robert pointed out.

"This painting dates back to the mid 1800's..." Both Sibby & Rissa were struck with the uncanny resemblance of the blonde figure in the painting to the surprisingly warm & open Count they had in their midst as he played makeshift tourguide for them. Down to the fur trimmed cape, turquoise jewelry & down to the last little blonde ringlet. It was stunning, almost eery & unnerving how close the resemblance was. Sibella gasping. "It's gorgeous! Unbelievable! Positively Pre-Raphaelite, Lord Kidderminster!" Even Charissa had to agree, nodding as she remarked. "Like a Rosetti. The warmth & attention to detail. A truly gorgeous piece. The same as that bust you last showed us. Or the sculpture of My Lord with his beloved hound, Strider."

Robert puffed up his chest with all of the favorable attention & compliments. Even if they were of his artwork & directed towards his artwork. Seeing as the pieces were primarily of him & his beloved Strider, naturally he took no small pride in the compliments of him & his "gorgeous, unbelievable, positively Pre-Raphaelite" good looks that brought to mind works by the likes of the great Rosetti. As such there was no way the smile on his face could get any bigger or any wider. "You're too kind, darlings. The both of you. And very well versed in your art history it seems. Are either of you devotees of the Brotherhood as it were?"

"Oh, yes! Those pieces are some of our favorites! We even both love Christina Rosetti! Goblin Market! All the scents & tastes! The imagery! The-- OW!" In all her enthusiasm over everything Sibella had begun to talk with her hands & in her gesticulating had tilted the candle slightly, leading it to drip hot wax onto the side of her index finger. Charissa gasped. Robert took the candle from her & moved it to a nearby shelf, moving his arms from around both of them to take Sibella's hand in both of his to inspect. He carefully peeled the wax from her finger before bringing it to his mouth to kiss it & "make it better". As he did so his gaze locked onto Sibella's as again the scent of fruit intensified at the contact, growing intoxicatingly thick. Sibella just blushed & fidgetted under the heat of his gaze, gasping softly. "Lord Kidderminster!"

In all of the commotion, neither of them noticed that Charissa's gasp wasn't for Sibella.

Well...

Not entirely...

It was more along the lines of half / half.

Half for Sibella's sudden cry at injuring herself...

And...

Half at finding herself suddenly pulled into a room behind her by a mysterious figure after which the door to the room was quickly sealed shut & locked.

At that sound however both Sibella & the Count looked back & noticed the sudden absence of the young brunette with a mutual gasp. But only Robert had anything to say about it seeing just where they were in proximity to the library, gritting out a terse & low. "PAGEY!..."

[yourkeeperoftherunners]

Apparently it’s Fanfiction Writer Appreciation Day!

Many thanks to the kind Shanks who mentioned me. It means a lot.

I’d like to give my thanks to a few individuals here. This is not a full list but I consider these folks some of the people who inspired me or offered guidance and support.

@mewufeo made beautiful TMR fan art that always seemed to inspire me to write little things for it. We share a love of Thominho.

@tuentyonepilots you were always a huge supporter, regardless of what I wrote for TMR.

@natashacoco used to run a Taron Egerton blog and she did a cute drabble/imagine that inspired me to write my own. Eventually it grew into a separate blog (now deactivated) and allowed me to discover my skills and what my writing boundaries looked like.

The former Kingsman blog gained a lot of love and it brought me to @sherlockianonfire91, a fellow writer and reader. She always helped me bounce ideas off if I got stuck and I loved collaborating on our one shot.

@oh-beyond and @xiubaek13 I discovered their collaboration fiction of EXO in an gentleman’s club setting, which prompted me to give writing something for the band a try. A few individual one shots later, I was greenlit for the spin-off series tying into former, which was a good challenge for me write, since it was a lot of firsts.

Another EXO blog that inspired me was @exowolf-reactions – their content is original and it was wonderful seeing a balance of stories for all members, including former ones. The GIFs chosen for reaction posts always make me laugh.

@ceeisinthehouse wrote a fantastic series about Yixing as a serial killer with another user, which always kept me and others coming back to know who was next.

From there I teased some crossovers with other bands, but a random thought I had around Christmas last year prompted me to write the series of hybrid headcanons. @btsreactsarchive saw them and was kind to spread the word. Apparently many of you like Snake!Yoongi and Shark!Jimin. XD

@rissa-is-a-nerd (Sorry tumblr won’t let me tag you!) @camfl-art @chryskl @listenthemoose you were some of my earliest supporters when I began writing for the bands, which I’m incredibly grateful for.

To anyone who stumbled across this small blog, thank you.

[chosenkeepersworld]

Hollow

Original Work

Word Count: 2119 words

Date Posted: February 28, 2021

Author’s Note: Unbeta’d but I hope you guys still like it and as always every comment and critique is appreciated.

They could hear the screams as the people ran past the small group of little girls, who could only watch in horror as the flames spread around them. They could see creatures flying above them, people falling from the sky and the soldier assigned to keep the island safe running forward to meet them, weapons raised.

Lila whimpered into Lia’s neck causing the older girl to clutch on to the small body even tighter. Lia turned to Rissa who tightly clutched two younger girls “What do we do?” Rissa asked, her body shook and her dark eyes were wet with unshed tears.

Lia couldn’t help but look at her friends, the girls she considered her sisters, Kali was looking up at the eldest girl with the same concerned look in her eyes and Zairin was clutching Rissa’s hand rather tightly, biting her lip as she looked around her.

Being the eldest was often difficult, Lia felt the weight of the title even more now. Her sisters needed her.

“We have to find somewhere safe.” Lia choked out “This way!”

The young girls made their way through the chaos, evading as many people as they could. The two eldest girls guided the younger ones the best they could, their goal was the Gate House. Once they were there, they would be able to send each other to their proper homes.

A rush of relief came over Lia once she caught sight of one of their teachers ushering other Keepers-in-training inside. The older woman lifted her head and saw the small girls, all of them looking exhausted.

She raced towards them and smiled sympathetically as she huddled them close“You did so well in getting here girls. Come now, let’s get you inside and then home.”

They only made it up the steps when the forest behind them exploded.

A pair of bright hazel eyes stared up at the ceiling, the owner of these eyes could feel tears that flowed from them. She reached up and wiped her eyes then stood to go about her morning routine. Once she was ready to leave, Lia looked in the mirror one last time. An image flashed in her mind, the faces of four other girls who she could no longer see.

Lia squeezed her eyes shut, willing the image to go away. It was not the time to think about them now, the emptiness in her chest made itself known. The aspiring actress rubbed her chest in an effort to ease the feeling.

It had been years since she’d seen them, so dwelling on the ache in her chest would only make problems for her and Lia did not need that for this morning. Not when she had auditions to go to, not when she had to make a living for herself. With that thought running through her head Lia straightened her posture and went out the door.

In another place, much farther away, a young woman walked the streets, weaving through the crowd while keeping her head as low as possible. She headed toward the small cafe, hunting for breakfast, as part of her daily routine. After breakfast was work, home, eat and sleep until morning where it would start all over again.

Rissa grimaced to herself. There were times when her routine became boring and predictable, she even heard her coworkers talking about her. The way Rissa lived was not as exciting as everyone else’s, for a long time she was never interested doing more outside of her comfort zone.

But Rissa was not a teenager anymore, she was out in the world trying to make it as an adult. What she’s been doing was not working anymore and she needed a change. The raven haired young woman smiled to herself, a little more energized by thought of moving forward.

Rissa went on with her day, a little happier, a little more open. It changed her perspective, even the people noticed something was different about their normally reclusive coworker. Rissa’s new mood lasted for a while, she slowly came out of her shell, putting more effort in her relationships with the people around her and putting more effort on herself. And since a few of her coworkers invited her to have a drink with them, Rissa knew it was working.

Rissa entered the restaurant, she immediately spotted her coworkers at the bar, already laughing and drinking early into the night. Rissa grinned and took a step forward to join them but caught sight of a group of young girls sitting in a booth in the corner of the restaurant. In a flash Rissa no longer saw strangers but the face of her lost friends.

Tears sprung into her eyes and her chest began to ache. Rissa reached up to rub her chest, turning to go into the bathroom instead of joining her coworkers.  She needed time to compose herself, but upon seeing her reflection she briefly wondered if she should have stayed home today instead.

Katalina adjusted her umbrella as the rain continued to pour down. She stared up at the gates she’d known her whole life and could only continue to feel unsettled as they opened. The emptiness of the large house could only amplify the loneliness she felt.

“Welcome home, Miss Kali” Caroline, their family’s head maid, came from the kitchen to greet her with a gentle smile on her face.

Kali smiled back “It’s good to be home, Caroline. Is mother here?”

“Asleep in her room, miss”

Of course she would be. Kali sighed “Thank you, Carol. I’ll be in my room if you need me.” she made her way up the grand staircase, pausing to stare at the dark, empty hall before walking down to enter her room. Much like the rest of the house it had always felt too big, much of the space was taken up by things that never really held anything of significance for the young brunette, it only meant to display how much money her father had.

Her father…

Kali shook her head, pushing the image of the man far from her thoughts. It did nothing for her to think of him, anything related to him only made her sad or stressed her out. It was better not to think of him and only think of the future, a future surrounded by people who cared about her...if she found them that is.

Kali quickly ran herself a bath, she just wanted to short reprieve before starting on her school work. There was still a lot she needed to do before she needed to do.

But maybe after a short nap…

They were in the meadow again. Classes and training were done for the day but they didn’t want to go home yet, they didn’t want to wander around town either so their meadow was the only option. Kali laid on the grass, eyes closed, simply enjoying the cool day surrounded by her friends. The raven haired girl craned her neck to check on the others and found them in the same position, lying on the grass with their eyes closed, enjoying the peaceful day. Kali allowed herself to smile, a soft expression coming over her face as she returned to her original position. Her bright blue eyes closed once again, drifting off as a soft breeze blew over them.

The blue eyed, brunette jerked awake. She was still at home, in the tub where she drifted off. The water had cooled causing Kali to sigh. ‘It was time to get out anyway’ she thought to herself.

Upon leaving the ensuite bathroom Kali immediately spied the tray on the coffee table. It had her dinner and favorite dessert, the brunette smiled at the sight but it immediately went away when she realized what it meant. Kali glanced at the clock and sure enough it meant that he was home and she would be an unwelcome presence if she were to join her father for dinner.

But what else was new?

An image flashed in her mind, of four other girls at the dinner table laughing together as they shared a meal. One of the nicer memories of her childhood.

Kali reached up to finger the necklace she wore, the only physical  reminder she had of them. Her friends, sisters, now lost to her. She sighed before moving to start her homework, she just needed to be patient and maybe one day, once she freed herself from this home, she could find the one thing she had been longing for.

Zairin’s smile was tight as she continued to listen to the people in her father’s court continue to complain about their petty, little grievances. There was nothing she could do, of course. She was a princess of her father’s kingdom.

Her duties were always the same, host and attend parties and festivities, and be the sweet, little princess everyone expected her to be. Following every order made by her father until she’s sold off to whoever gave her father the best deal.

She loved her father, he was a kind man who only wanted the best for her. But that usually meant ignoring what she wanted. She wanted to do more for her kingdom, it was why she left home when she got the chance.

She wanted to be more than just a princess.

Her father called to finish the morning session and told the other members of court to return after lunch. This prompted the young princess to make a quick get away, using the rest of the court as a distraction. Zairin could hear her father yelling out her name, and Zairin, unable to help herself, snickered.

She made her way into the gardens, her safe place within the palace. It was the only place Zairin felt at peace nowadays, the palace was often stifling and being under the open sky was the only place where she did not feel tied down. It often puzzled her parents, her guard and maids why their princess preferred the outdoors rather than the comforts inside.

But Zairin had for a short time lived in a place that was close to nature, where living under the heat of the sun was normal.  It reminded her of an island and house that she lived in with four other girls. Girls so different from what she was used to, they were who Zairin felt the most comfortable with.

The princess sighed as she sat on the stone bench.

Just a few minutes out here and she’ll come back in.

Lila grinned at the sight of her friends sprawled out in the living room. Tonight’s patrol had been tiring, there were multiple creatures out tonight and with only the three of them available tonight it had been difficult.

The brunette couldn’t help but sigh considering some of the creatures had escaped them. Their fearless leader was out of town for family business thus patrol had fallen on them and it only went as well as it could without The Chosen One to take on the most of the fighting.

“Can someone hand me an ice pack? I’d get it but my legs don’t want to cooperate with me” Penny moaned, face down on the couch. “You’re a witch aren’t you? Can’t you just magic yourself an ice pack or something?” Gabe asked, slumped down on the single-seater.

“I’d love to but my body said ‘no’”

Gabe angled his head to face the only other person in the room “Lila” he whined but said nothing else. The brunette sighed but obliged the two. Lila couldn’t help but smile, even when the work was difficult or when the danger was close it was easier because she knew she had her friends with her. And she would do anything to make sure that nothing happened to any of them. Not like-

Lila shook her head, as if trying to shake the thought as fast as possible. She wasn’t ready to think about them, it hurt too much knowing they were out there somewhere but the brunette would never see them again.

But if she were given the chance, for even a moment, she would find a way to see them again.

Lila sighed once more and returned to her friends.

That night, as each girl slept, there was tremor that shook up everything in sight. With it was an energy that had not been felt in years. It was ancient and powerful, and it affected the chosen in many ways.

Each girl dreamed of the same thing that night. Standing on a foggy cli#ff, they could barely see anything, except for four cliffs and the silhouette of unfamiliar yet familiar strangers.

[weemssapphic]

I love your writing it’s so freaking good! x

I have a request, could you write a sub!larissa dom!reader based on the song by Ashnikko - Slumber Party maybe reader gets to try the dom role for the first time and Larissa just being a total sub for reader, all the good stuff ya know, just absolutely smutty smut, Larissa requesting her kinks for reader to do to her and reader really teasing her out of her mind until finally giving in and giving it to her till she can’t take it anymore needing to use their safeword maybe ending in sweet aftercare 🫣 it’s okay if you won’t do it, have a lovely day xx

hello - thank you so much 💕! so this went in a slightly different direction than i initially intended and while i think i got the essence of your request, i didn't really use the song as much i tried to - i hope that's alright and you enjoy it regardless!

warnings/content: nsfw (pwp - sub!larissa / dom!reader), face-sitting, strap-on (reader giving), edging/teasing, minor degradation, blindfolds, use of safeword, aftercare

words: ~2.6k, ao3 link in title!

use me, i'm yours

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

The only sounds in your classroom were the scratching of pencils on paper and the ticking of the clock on the wall. It was your last class of the day and as your students were finishing up a test, you scrolled idly through your emails, counting down the seconds until the weekend.

Your phone screen lit up with a text from your girlfriend - Larissa Weems. You smiled to yourself - though she was busy running the school, she frequently found time throughout the day to send you little reminders that showed she was thinking of you: ‘I love yous’, selfies, compliments that had you trying to conceal your blush from your students.

This time, she’d sent a video. Curious, you clicked play - and your jaw immediately dropped. Larissa was holding her phone at an angle, clearly seated at her desk. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, legs spread open to give you a clear view of her bare pussy, glistening with her arousal as her fingers played with her clit. 

You swallowed hard as the blood rushed to your face, glancing up to see if your students had caught on. Thankfully, they all still seemed to be agonizing over the contents of the test in front of them, none the wiser to the effect your girlfriend’s latest stunt was having on you. Turning back to your phone, you typed out a reply with shaky hands.

Y/N: LARISSA! You’re going to pay for this…

Rissa: That’s what I’m counting on.

Y/N: Riss?

Rissa: Use me tonight, Y/N. Please?

You’d discussed this before. Usually, Larissa took a more dominant role in your sex life. She had a certain commanding presence which made it hard for her to switch off and let go. But after a recent heart to heart, she’d expressed a growing desire to be taken care of, to let go sexually. You had little experience as the more dominant one, but you were willing to try anything for Larissa, anything for her to feel wanted and loved.

Y/N: I want you on the bed ready for me when I get there. 

Y/N: And don’t touch yourself.

Rissa: :)

The rest of your class dragged on like molasses. The heat in your core was growing as your mind replayed the video of Larissa teasing her own clit over and over and over again. By the time the final bell rang and your students began to shuffle out, you were positively parched with want.

You made your way across the school’s campus in record time and were pleased with what you saw when you let yourself into Larissa’s quarters:

Larissa, fully nude, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spread, looking up at you with big doe eyes.

“God, Larissa, you are impossible.” You made it to your girlfriend in a few short strides and pressed a bruising kiss to her lips. Larissa’s hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as she nipped at your bottom lip.

“I was good for you,” Larissa husked, gazing wantonly up at you through her lashes. “I haven’t touched myself.”

You could feel yourself growing wetter by the second as your girlfriend spoke.

“I want you to use me, Y/N. Do whatever you want with me. I’m yours.”

“You remember our safe word?”

Larissa nodded enthusiastically, eyes lighting up in excitement. “Red.” 

You smiled, pressing an affirming kiss to her forehead. 

“Back against the pillows,” you commanded as you began to strip, enjoying the way Larissa’s eyes were glued to your fingers as they undid the buttons of your shirt and your pants, the way her eyes roamed your body as you bared more and more skin until, finally, you were bare before her.

You crawled up the bed to meet Larissa where she was waiting for you.

“Hi, gorgeous,” you muttered, peppering her face with sweet kisses, relishing in the deep blush you were able to produce. “You know, I think it was very risky of you to send me a video like that in front of a classroom full of students… where anyone could have looked over my shoulder and seen their beautiful principal fucking herself dumb for her girlfriend, hmm?”

Larissa’s mouth hung agape, her flushed chest rising and falling at an erratic pace, pupils blown with desire.

“The Larissa Weems, at a loss for words? Why don’t you put that pretty mouth of yours to good use then, huh?” You swung your leg over Larissa and lowered your hips, hovering over her face. Steadying yourself against the headboard, you pressed your weight onto her mouth, your cunt connecting with her waiting tongue. 

A deep moan resonated from your chest as her tongue ran eagerly up and down your slit. Her hands rested on your thighs to pull you closer as you began to grind your hips onto her face. 

“Mmh, right there,” you groaned as her tongue began to flick steadily at your clit. Larissa knew your body like she knew the back of her own hand. She knew just about every trick to make you come undone within minutes, and you were absolute putty in her hands. You were already so close, having waited what felt like an eternity for your release after seeing the video your gorgeous girlfriend had sent you.

Her tongue was deliciously warm against your cunt and you pushed yourself down farther, searching for more friction against your clit as you reached your peak. Your thighs began to shake and you let out a wanton moan, gyrating your hips in time with Larissa’s licks as you were sent over the edge. 

Your girlfriend continued to lap at your core as you came down from your high, gathering the juices dripping from your cunt and pressing soft kisses to your sex while you worked to steady your breathing.

You shifted off her face, moving to kiss her, groaning at the taste of yourself as your tongue slid against hers.

“You did so well for me, baby, you wanna be rewarded?” Larissa let out a whimper, nodding fervently and canting her hips upwards. You chuckled, fingers ghosting over the insides of her thighs, sending a visible shiver down her spine. 

Your knuckles grazed her sopping cunt, causing her to squirm, arching her back into your touch. The faintest of moans dripped from her lips as you teased her with barely-there touches, watching as goosebumps erupted all over her pale skin, as she fisted at the sheets beneath her, long fingers twisting them in white-knuckled desperation.

“Look at my baby, so ready for me, hm?” You watched Larissa through heavy-lidded eyes, amused as she mewled pathetically and bucked her hips into your hand, desperate to get some friction against her core. 

“Where do you want me to touch you? Do you want me to touch you here?” You brushed the pad of your finger against her clit, your touch feather-light, before retracting the digit. Larissa’s breathing was labored, her pupils dilating as she vainly chased your hand with her center.

“Or here?” You lightly circled her entrance with the tip of your finger, drawing a soft moan from Larissa’s throat that made your own wetness pool between your thighs, before you again pulled away.

“Please, I need you,” Larissa gasped, and you chuckled at her desperation.

“Is this what you want?” You began to massage slow circles around Larissa’s throbbing clit and she let out a needy moan, spreading her legs and rolling her hips in time with your ministrations. 

You continued to rub at the sensitive bundle of nerves with your thumb, sliding another finger through Larissa’s folds to tease her entrance. You slipped the digit inside, barely knuckle-deep, before pulling out again, smirking at the whine your girlfriend let out. 

“Such a needy little slut,” you chuckled, watching Larissa’s pupils dilate, cheeks flushing. “You want to be filled by me, love?” Larissa nodded eagerly. “Use your words.”

“Y-yes, please,” Larissa’s voice was breathy, you could tell just how much you’d already worked her up.

You leaned over her and reached into the drawer of Larissa’s bedside table, acutely aware of a pair of icy blue eyes upon you, watching you with rapt attention. You pulled the strap and harness out of the drawer, slipping it on and adjusting it as Larissa bit her lip, chest heaving as she tracked your every movement.

You settled on your knees in front of her, proudly wearing the red strap, cheeks warming slightly as your girlfriend gazed upon you with unadulterated desire. “Suck it,” you instructed.

Larissa wasted no time in settling between your legs, taking the toy in her mouth. She soothed her tongue over the head, eyelashes fluttering against her cheekbones as she swirled her tongue obscenely over the toy before taking the shaft into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked it. 

“God, Rissa, you look so sexy.” Your hands tangled themselves in her hair, pulling harshly and eliciting a whine of pleasure from the blonde. She pulled back, releasing the strap with a wet pop, a string of saliva still connecting her swollen lips to the red cock.

“What a good girl,” you cooed, leaning down to press your lips to hers in a heated kiss, swallowing the moan she let out at your praise.

“Can you get on your knees for me, gorgeous?” Larissa quickly obliged, lifting her ass into the air. Her cunt glistened with arousal in the dim light, folds already spread so beautifully for you in this position.

You reached towards the bedside table again, feeling Larissa’s curious eyes upon you, eyes that widened as you pulled out a silk blindfold.

“May I?” You asked sweetly, dangling the fabric in front of her face. It was something Larissa had expressed great interest in before, but you’d never gotten the chance to try it. Until now.

“Yes,” Larissa’s lips were parted, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip, arousal and excitement etched clearly upon her face.

You tied the blindfold snugly around her eyes, then pressed your lips to the shell of her ear, warm breath tickling her face. 

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your little stunt earlier. I think that deserves to be punished, don’t you?”

Larissa whimpered, wiggling her ass.  

“Would you look at that, Nevermore’s composed principal, so needy, so desperate to be fucked. Tell me, what do you want me to do with you?”

“Fill me, please,” she whispered breathily. “I need you inside.”

You lubed up the strap before running the tip teasingly up Larissa’s slit. She moaned, knuckles turning white as she gripped the sheets below her for dear life.

Larissa’s ass looked so divine, you could hardly resist the temptation. Your hand came down on the tender flesh, hard and fast, leaving a red print. Larissa cried out, thighs quivering as her arousal began to leak out of her core. You spanked her a few more times, until both ass cheeks were bright red and Larissa began to beg for you to fuck her.

You brought the tip of the strap back to Larissa’s cunt, brushing teasing circles around her clit before placing it at her entrance. Larissa pushed her hips back, taking the tip of the cock into her hole and groaning as it stretched her out.

Pushing in farther, you stopped for a moment, giving her time to adjust before starting a slow, steady pace inside of her, reveling at the wet sounds coming from her pussy. 

Larissa’s hips began to move in tandem with yours, rocking backwards as yours came forwards. You reached your arm around her, finding her clit with your fingers and massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves, drawing a wanton moan from the woman beneath you.

“Do you think you could go faster - p-please,” Larissa could barely get the sentence out between moans as she pushed her hips back, blindly searching for some sort of friction.

You obliged, beginning to pound into her in earnest. Larissa’s jaw went slack, breathy moans escaping her lips as her own thrusts became more erratic. She could no longer keep up with you - she was trying desperately to hold on as her impending orgasm barreled towards her.

“I’m gonna-” Larissa moaned, and you adjusted your thrusts suddenly, slowing to a tantalizing pace. 

“You won’t come until I tell you to,” you whispered into her ear, letting out your own moan. You could tell she was close, her thighs were already trembling and her back was beginning to arch. The change of pace was pure torture for her as you dragged the strap in and out, teasing her but not quite giving her what she needed to reach her peak.

She looked gorgeous beneath you, platinum curls spilling over freckled shoulders, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on her back, her ass still slightly pink. You were drawing the most heavenly sounds from her as she submitted to you, breathy moans and soft whines that lit a flame in your abdomen and caused your own pussy to clench with desire.

“P-please, I’m so close,” Larissa pushed her hips back and you showed some mercy, picking up your pace once again.

“Do you want to come?” 

“Yes, yes, I want to come,” Larissa panted, rocking her hips in time with your thrusts.

“Then come for me, love.”

Each of her senses were heightened due to the blindfold she wore, her nerves seemingly ablaze as her orgasm washed over her. She cried out in pleasure, chest flushed, her essence dripping down her thighs as you continued to pump in and out of her as she came.

“Such a beautiful girl,” you cooed, slowing your pace inside her and leaning over to plant kisses between her shoulder blades. “You’re doing so well for me.”

Larissa whimpered as you continued your thrusting. You bottomed out, then pulled out nearly all the way, smirking at the whine you received, repeating the process. You brought your fingers to her clit, rubbing torturously slow circles around the swollen bud as Larissa stifled a moan, dropping onto her elbows. Her thighs quivered as a second orgasm washed over her, sending electric shocks down her spine as her cunt clenched around the toy. 

“Red - red!” Larissa cried out, and you stilled immediately. 

“I’m going to pull out, very slowly, okay love?” You waited for Larissa’s “mhmm” before you slid the toy out of her dripping sex, quickly ridding yourself of the harness and sitting next to Larissa on the bed. You carefully slipped the blindfold off her face, pressing kisses to her closed eyelids.

She slumped forward and you pulled her into your arms, maneuvering her into a more comfortable position and running your hands soothingly up and down her sides as she worked to regulate her breathing.

“Too much?”

Larissa shook her head, leaning into your touch. “Just sensitive,” she murmured.

“What do you need?” you cooed, brushing a sweaty curl out of her eyes.

“Just you,” Larissa wrapped her arm around your waist, attempting to pull you closer.

“Nice try. I’ll be right back, Rissa.” After pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, you padded to the bathroom to grab a couple of washcloths and to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

You climbed back into bed, pointedly making Larissa drink the water as you cleaned her up with the washcloths. Larissa watched you with heavy-lidded eyes, a soft smile playing on her lips.

“Come here, Riss,” you murmured, settling back against the headboard and opening your arms to the blonde. She snuggled into your embrace, her bare skin warm and comforting against your own. You ran your palms up and down her arms to ground her, humming softly into her hair.

“Was tonight okay?”

“Yes, darling,” Larissa’s voice was heavy with sleep but you could still hear the smile in it. “Tonight was perfect.”

x

thank you to @afeatherformills and to my gf for beta-reading <3