#weems x r

[creative-caramel-coffee]

hi can you please do something where reader gets in trouble so has to go to weems office for a meeting but she wakes up with the cold/flu and still drags herself there, shes barely paying attention to the lecture shes getting on behaviour but weems is so annoyed she doesnt notice until her sneezes/sniffles give her away despite reader being adamant shes fine? leading to some soft taking care of by weems?

Sickness and Spiders

Pairings: Weems x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.3K

Summary: You get in trouble for something you didn’t fully understand, the whole time your feeling sick as and Weems is yet too notice.

TW: vomiting, flu symptoms, spiders (mentioned), fainting (mentioned), lectures, fever

A/n loved this request, hope you do too :)

I mean was it really your fault, had you known Wednesday was going to use the spiders to torment Bianca you would have never given them to her. You should have known better, yes. But the classes you had all afternoon, had seemed to numb your already aching mind. Yoko had been sick a few days ago and was starting to get over it, her vampire immune system reducing the flu to a simple cold. However, being around her in close quarters for days on end as the two of you shared a dorm meant you had gotten her “cold.”

After Wednesday had accidentally outted your (unknowing and unwilling) involvement in her plot, you had spent the afternoon in detention. Which you had spent staring at the wall with a blank look as your head seemed to have invisible hands stuff your sinuses and skull with cotton and sand. You had barely even registered being let out before you stumbled down the hall to your dorm which luckily wasn’t too far. You had to see the principal tomorrow morning as she had spent the afternoon dealing with Wednesday and her punishment. Maybe you could plead your case and …. That would never work.

You stumbled over to your bed curling up on-top of the sheets deciding to forgo dinner as your stomach churned at the room seemed to be freezing. You fell asleep at five in the afternoon still in your uniform and hair done up.

It had barely felt like five minutes before you felt hands shaking your shoulder. Blearily you looked up at the attacker through have lidded eyes. Your head was pounding, and your stomach churned. You couldn’t breathe through your nose at all and somehow at the same time it was running down your top lip. Your lips were chapped, and your eyes glazed with the haze of fever.

Darting your tongue out to try and rehydrate your lips you blinked up as you realised Yoko was standing over you.

“Dude. Jeez you look like hell. Are you ok?” She asked and you wiped your nose on your sleeve which made her wince and let out a deep and throaty yes, your voice surprising you at how congested you sounded.

“If you say so. Weems wanted you in her office ten minutes ago. But you should probably-“ you launched off the bed and stumbled righting yourself against the wall and took off down the hall still in yesterdays crumpled uniform.

“-stay here.” Yoko finished looking at your empty bed with a frown.

You did your best to stand upright as you knocked on the door, swaying slightly. Suddenly the door flew open with an angry looking Weems saying there. At the sudden movement your head swam, and you took a step back. Weems took this as an escape attempt and grabbed your arm pulling you inside. You stumbled and weems thrust you into the chair in-front of her desk.

She barely looked at you as she began to lecture.

“I expect this kind of thing from Wednesday, you however Y/n… have been one of my most promising students. I worry what would happen if you chose to follow a path like Ms Addams. I should suspend you; those spiders scared half the first years to death. One actually fainted. She would be concussed if Ms Thornhill hadn’t caught her…” Weems continued to rant as you tried and failed to listen. You had zoned out looking at the stuffed crow on her bookshelf. Eyes still glassy. Your stomach was churning something awful, and you lifted you sleeve, sniffling and wiping your nose on your already wet sleeve. You grimaced at the texture and brought a hand to rest over your stomach. It hurt a lot as it did flips and gurgled angrily.

Weems was pacing now, still not looking at you as she went on and on about how disappointed she was with you. But it sounded like she was underwater. Noise was distorted as your fever raged, messing with your senses and perception of reality. You swayed where you sat using one hand to grip the edge of the desk to stop yourself falling out of the chair. You stifled a sneeze in your elbow grimiaing as it made your head pound with newfound force. It felt like your heart had been moved to between your ears as it was all you could hear.

You sat trying to stabilise your breathing as saliva began to gather in your mouth. You were feeling worse and worse.

Weems froze her back to you, her lecture stopping as she heard you gag. Unfreezing she spun on her heels just in time to watch you throw up in your own lap. For the first time that day she looked at you. You had deep bags under your eyes. Forehead covering a sheen of sweat. Eye glassy. Nose and cheeks pink and skin pale. Drooping eyelids and now dressed in a sicked-on uniform.

Her anger melted in an instant and she crossed the office in a few strides. Perks of being tall. She knelt next to you and looked into your eyes which moved sluggishly to meet hers.

“Oh darling.” She said turning and grabbing some tissues off her desk to wipe your chin clean. You let out a heartbreaking whimper and buried your face in your hands.

“Sh shhh. None of that now sweetheart.” She said and pried your hands off. She felt your face for a fever frowning as she felt a very present and very hot one raging under your pale and flushed skin.

“Sit tight for me darling.” She said and you gave a weak nod. She quickly left and returned with a towel, a plastic bag and a change of what looked like her old clothes. She peeled your uniform off you carefully throwing it in the bag. She wrapped you in the towel still in your underwear as she wiped you clean with a wet rag. Once you felt slightly better, she tapped your arm.

“Arms up sweetie.” She said and you complied slowly. She wrestled the short onto you and you let her. After a minute she pressed a thermometer to your lips which you accepted. Finding your fever too high for her liking weems gathered some more supplies and fed you some medicine. Figuring you had to the flu and most likely threw up from the fever and nausea.

Gently she guided you to the couch and laid a towel down for you to sleep in case you didn’t make it to the bathroom again if you felt sick again later. She placed a bucket next to the couch and wiped the sweaty hair from your eyes. With a hand she cupped your cheek as you began to fall asleep.

“Im sorry darling. I should have known something was wrong when your name came up.” She said softly. “I know you would never do that in your right mind.” She rubber her thumb over your cheek bone and you nuzzled into her hand.

“‘M s’rry. I di’nt know she’s gonna throw them at the fi’st yea’s” you slurred tired and weems chuckled softly.

“Im sure you didn’t darling. Now rest.” She said and patted your cheek before removing her hand and going to stand up.

“Stay.” You said weakly grabbing her hand.

“Of course, darling. Let me just grab my laptop.” She said going over to her desk before returning and sitting opposite you.

“Close your eyes my darling, you need sleep. I’ll be right here if you need me.”

“G’night mama.” You said confused from the fever. Weems froze before softening.

“Goodnight sweetheart.” She said fighting tears that you saw her as a mother.

MASTERLIST

[v3nusxsky]

So Larissa and teacher!Reader are dating. Exams are coming up and they’re stressed. one day during planning period, Enid comes to ask R a question and sees a toddler in R’s seat, at first she’s confused but realizes the toddler looks a lot like R so she picks her up and quickly and discreetly brings her to Larissa’s office (while R is just repeating “mama” over and over again) and hands her over with a “I think she belongs to you” and “no worries, I won’t tell anyone. She’s a cutie”.

Mommas girl| Agere

*Authors note~ Loving all these Agere requests at the moment*

Trigger warnings~ Agere r regressing breast snuggling

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Exams would be the death of you, you were certain you wouldn't make it to the end of exam season. The stress and pressure of needing to do well and get all the grades in on time plus making sure the were right, was causing your regression to become more frequent. You always felt the need to name your little, as it felt wrong to leave her under your same name when you were two completely different headspace's. Your shapeshifter abilities allowed you to fully shift physically, mentally and emotionally into the little.

Dahlia loved to make an appearance when Larissa was around, you hadn't quite made your relationship public yet but Lia was absolutely enthralled with Larissa Weems. But the extra stress was also playing on her little mind as she felt too much of a burden to Larissa as she also had a lot of work on too.

You were trying to get through the stack of papers on your desk when you felt the urge to slip, normally you could put her off but apparently today wasn't one of those days. The two year old, toothy grinning toddler sat at your desk blinking in confusion, it was rare that you slipped in your classroom and the little girl couldn't help but be terrified of the new environment and that she was also alone.

Enid was looking to find you and get some extra credit, what she wasn't expecting was to find a crying toddler behind the desk. The small child looked absolutely petrified as sobs wracked her little frame. Words trying to tumble out of her mouth but the only word making sense is "momma!" Enid wasn't exactly sure why she should do in this situation but her werwolf instincts kicked in, in a pack you never leave the young alone especially when they were absolutely terrified.

"Hi darling, do you need your momma?" She whispered to the little girl in which she nodded and cried "ma" over and over, getting so worked up that her breathing was struggling. "Okay angel, can you show me who momma is? I can take you to her yes?" Enid waited on bated breath as the little girl pointed to a picture of Larissa. "Ah okay baby, we can go find momma okay?"

Enid knocked on Larissa's office, Dahlia on her hip as her little arms wrapped around Enid's neck. The little girl mumbling over and over for her momma. "I think this cutie belongs to you" Enid murmured tickling the little girls sides in a hope to draw some giggles from the child. Enid put the little one on the floor and watching her toddle over to Larissa mumbling "ma ma ma" over and over as she clapped her chubby hands together in excitement. "Thank you Enid, I trust we can count on your discretion ok this subject" she murmured, scooping the child up and allowing her to tug at her dress or necklace even trying to tug on her undo. "No worries principal weems, I wont tell anyone. She's such a cutie" the young werewolf responded before leaving the office.

"Hi baby" Larissa murmured to Dahilla as she nuzzled into Larissa's neck, "ma ma" she whimpered tugging at the older woman's neckline. "Oh baby, you need to snuggle against mommas chest hmm?" The little girl nodded and tried to tug at the dress. "Okay okay love bug momma will take you into the bedroom and we can nap yes?" The idea seemed to placate you and you fully relaxed when the older woman had freed her breasts from the dress and bra allowing the young girl to nuzzle close, gaining the skin to skin contact she'd been craving all week. It didn't take long for the little girl to drift off to sleep and Larissa wasn't long after.

Word count 754

[4theluvofsapphos]

Can we get a Larissa Weems who's prolly an 'innocent' tease when she discovers reader likes her since she's a hella smart woman and wants reader to confess first before she reveals the truth that she knows and has been testing her? 👀 (Idk why but that kind of personality suits her sm and so canon)

KINKTOBER WEEK 1 : "CAUGHT"

NSFW - 'Innocent'!Larissa Weems x Teacher!Reader

warnings: smut 18+ duh, kiddos beware & dni please :p, sub!reader, dom!larissa, a bit of dark!larissa, rough handling of r, fingering (r receiving), teasing, larissa is lowkey predatory in a sexy way, a SMIDGE of size kink if you squint!

A/N: I'M BEHIND SHUT UP SHUT U-- BUT! This is so cute~ I love the idea of her playing dumb but really just luring in our poor reader into thinking she's 'just a sweet woman' when she's literally the most predatory little shit on planet Earth!!

I kinda wandered off prompt SORRY ANON FSHDK THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!!!

no beta we die like weems >:P

Over the past few weeks, Headmistress Weems had been casting you more and more cheeky glances, her heeled foot nudging at the cuff of your pant leg, or her gaze shifting to something just a little more than friendly. Whenever you would point the fact out or comment on it as quietly as you could, the blonde would look genuinely concerned, cocking her head to the side.

"I'm not quite sure I understand what you mean, y/n. Am I making you uncomfortable at all?" She would ask, her deep blues casting doubt over her face.

You would melt every time, assuring her that you must've been overthinking it, and that she wasn't doing anything wrong.

Sometimes, if you felt confident-- you would tease back every once in a while, call her a pet name, or make a little joke. She would always redden and turn away, saying how you were 'just too much', or a flatterer. It made you smile, but you were sure it was only one sided.

Oh how wrong you were.

--

As you stepped into Larissa's office for your routine biweekly check-in and performance review, your gaze caught on something glimmering in the corner of your eye.

Larissa had yet to arrive back to her office, and she generally allowed you access even when she wasn't present, so you quietly let yourself in.

You two had a bit of a heated discussion surrounding student curfew. You believed they should be allowed extra hours during the evenings as you both had been given when you were at Nevermore, though Larissa believed that they would simply damage and destroy property if allowed out and about past 10pm. The playful bickering had gone on for several minutes before a student called her attention away, and she had left you in the hall nearest the teacher's lounge.

"Do feel free to get comfortable while I deal with this..but do your best to not poke around my office too much. It's yet to be tidied." You remember her saying.

Turning to look at what had originally snagged your attention, you realized it was Larissa's lip shaped coat pendant. Leaning in to inspect it closer, you couldn't help but pick the piece up, brushing your thumb over the lip part of the pendant.

Tilting the piece into the light and squinting-- you notice a familiar scar on the left most part of the upper lip. The cast was of Larissa's own lips.

It was with this revelation that you reflected upon how you secretly yearned for your own boss. It was impractical for workflow AND highly taboo, but you couldn't help it.

The way she always chuckled at your jokes, how she would gently squeeze your shoulder or hand whenever you were nervous, her little whispers of praise when she passed by your class in the halls...It was a wonder you hadn't thrown yourself at her yet.

Turning the piece over in your hands, you marveled at the pure gold pendant. It was weighty and dense in your hand, no doubt high purity. Larissa always had a penchant for the finer things in life. You didn't hold it against her-- if there were screaming outcast children all around you constantly, you'd want to at least have something nice to hold onto while it was all happening.

With a small huff, you hesitantly held the pendant close, staring at those lips you craved to taste for so long.

Despite it all, you quickly brought the pendant to your own lips, pressing a soft kiss to the woman who haunted your dreams and waking days.

If only the metal was soft and warm like you had imagined she might be. If only she cou-

"Do tell me you plan to put that back, darling." A familiar voice chided, astonishingly close to you, no less. Lithe fingers came to hold your waist, manicured nails crimping the fabric beneath them.

"I can't have one of my favourite teachers stealing from me now, can I?" That cloying voice pulled at every piece of your inhibition, clouding it...urging it to simply fall apart. You let out a soft squeak, clutching the golden piece to your chest and allowing your eyes to dart down and see those familiar crimson nails. They held you steady, not allowing you to waver.

You squeezed your eyes shut, nervously shaking your head in response. "I-...would never, Larissa." You assure, though the tremble in your voice betrays your earnestness.

With a throaty chuckle, the blonde leans in, whispering sweetly to you-- a warning,"Do you think I'm dim witted, y/n?"

A beat between the two of you stood in silence.

"...No, of course not. I- I think you're brilliant, Lariss-" The grip on your waist shifted to pull your back against her front, her hand came to take back the pendant, before setting it down as she held both of your wrists in one palm, the other securing your waist.

"Good. Do you remember what I had asked of you before I left not more than 10 minutes ago?"

You let out a pathetic excuse of a whimper, melting into her assertive touch.

"Yes but-" You managed between quick breaths.

"Tell me, y/n. What did I ask you? Hm?" This was a side of Larissa you had never seen. You had heard she could be severe and reprimanding towards her students when she needed to be, but never so-- dark.

You had no way of knowing how she had played this role-- this façade of innocence, of kindness and gentle sweetness for so long... And you had walked right into the beast's lair. You had gone against the one thing she had asked of you.

Your brain was mush, but even so, you tried your best to pull yourself together and answer what had been asked of you. "You...told me to not poke around your things--" "And you went and did it anyways..." With the click of her tongue, the statuesque woman brought your trapped wrists in front of you, forcing your palms flat against the fireplace's wall. You were bent forward, embarrassingly so. With a satisfied hum, the blonde released you.

You weren't stupid enough to try and move. A little voice in the back of your mind urged you to be difficult. To move and whine and annoy her on purpose-- just to push her and see how far things might go. But still, you stayed. Obedient to her whims.

As she paced, she thought out loud, eyes glued to your bent form like some sort of beast watching its prey.

"And to think we could have gone on a nice dinner date...gone for some hot chocolate, maybe? Something sweet...simple...innocent. But you had to go and disobey me the one time I give you instruction. I had been easy on you until now, was I too understanding? Too reasonable in letting you get away with your flirtations...your flattery."

Though she was speaking mostly rhetorically, you cleared your throat to retort. "YOU flirted first, Larissa.."

A low grunt accompanied her pause in pacing. Immediate regret washed over your body, filling your gut with a deep dread as she came back to you, wrenching your wrists upward and nearly dragging you to her expansive cherrywood desk.

With a squeak, you were tossed over weeks worth of paperwork, her body bending over yours, chest and hips keeping you pinned where you were. Helplessly, you began to wiggle around, trying to apologize between pathetic little whines.

Larissa had made up her mind, though. She would take you here and now, since you wanted to be so smart about it all. Part of her anger was stress, part of it pent up emotions. She had been playing this long game with you for almost 4 semesters now, a summer in between that with absolutely no action on her end? She had gone almost completely mad for you in that time. Larissa was partially annoyed because of how unbothered by her you seemed to be. Nothing more than a little smile or blush in whatever she said.

But YOU? God, you made her brain fry, her cheeks flush the most humiliating shade of rosy red. You filled her waking thoughts and her night time dreams. You were at the end of each and every fantasy when she lay writhing beneath her sheets some evenings. And still, you didn't seem to care.

So she would make you care.

"You want to argue about who flirted first? Well I'll let you tell me who fucked you first." She growled, lips latching onto your neck. Her painted lips smeared across the skin of your throat, teeth demanding purchase against your tissue.

You let out an explosive moan, knees buckling as the two of you lay flush against the desk and each other. At this, the blonde chuckled, her lips curling up against your skin.

"Excited, are we?" Without waiting for a response, her manicured fingers hooked against one of the back loops of your trousers. Tugging gently and pausing in her movements.

"May I?"

Even in her desperate state, Larissa was a considerate soul. You let out a small chuckle, nodding and replying with a shy,"Yes, please."

As the anger from your employer simmered down, the true passion from the moment was beginning to seep into the very fabric of your beings. Larissa let out little hums of approval as you clumsily stepped out of your pants in your restricted state, (mostly) unintentionally pushing your rear up against her front, causing some appreciated friction for the platinum blonde.

Your mind was ablaze with all the thoughts, questions, and desires from months of teasing and what you now realized was flirtation. The way her fingers seemed to massage out the most sinful sounds from your mouth, and her lips worked like magic in pacifying your need. Sure, you thought Larissa to be beautiful and intelligent-- but never had you thought she would be such a competent lover.

When her body weight pressed heavier into you so her one knee could push your legs farther apart, you thought you might melt into the floor. Everything felt mushy and warm, too warm to be wearing as much as you were-- but it was midday, and if it weren't for this being your break period, you'd have a class.

"Let's see what we're working with, hm?" Her musing was rhetorical, but you nodded frantically anyways. In some way, you thought maybe that would make her move faster.

With a chuckle, she slipped her hand under the waistband of your trousers, brushing past your fuzz and ghosting ever so lightly over your puffy clit.

You let out of a puff of air, desperately wanting to begin bucking your hips-- and if you were in any other position, you would be able to. But it seemed Larissa was set on making you crumble. Her fingers slipped through your folds with ease, a low hum of approval next to your ear letting you know she enjoyed this result very much.

With every whine and little wiggle of your hips, the blonde inched closer to where you needed her most, seeming to revel in the fool you were making of yourself.

"Larissa...rissa..pl..ease." You managed between pants and whimpers of exasperation.

"Please what, darling?" She purred, fingers grazing lightly over your engorged clit, to which you twitched and whimpered yet again.

"Touch..touch m..me-!" You pushed back into Larissa's front again, and this time she obliged, large and lithe fingers plunged themselves into your soaking hole-- and you saw stars.

A pornographic groan of relief rumbled from your chest, eyes widening in ecstasy as she started up a brutal pace. Your cunt squeezed and drooled around the fingers of your employer-- and the thought made you whimper aloud once more.

"There you go, sweetheart. Let it all out.." She chided teasingly, her tone so grossly condescending that it made you scoff slightly, to which she giggled.

Her fingers worked you to putty, while you bit at your bottom lip, and she kissed along your neck, whispering little praises that had you preening with pride.

"So good for me, darling...so good...so fucking good." The profanity falling off her tongue made it sound like a prayer, causing your legs to finally give out. Thankfully for your position, Larissa's weight kept you suspended and prevented you from sliding down and off the desk.

With each ministration, the sounds of slick and wetness permeated the air, and your face grew redder with how embarrassed you were. Well-- you would be more embarrassed if you weren't about to cum on your boss's desk.

As she sensed your squeezing core and growing unrest as your orgasm mounted, her fingers curled up into that spongy spot that was just SO good, so sinfully pleasurable that you couldn't keep the drool from dribbling down your chin and onto the desk-- your eyes rolling back with each curl and uncurl of Larissa's fingers.

"M-m'close.." you managed between keens and moans of pure bliss, Larissa's hand tightening its hold on your hip, the other pausing to readjust, before thrusting itself at the perfect angle. Seconds later, you were flying to the stars, seeing them behind your eyelids, sparks rippling up your spine, body going taut as a bow in the process.

"Good girl, cum for me." She crooned into you, letting you ride out your absolute explosion of an orgasm while she mumbled little affirmations into your skin.

"Fucking Hell, Larissa-- I--"

"Language, Y/N!" She teased, gently removing her hands from your trousers and flipping you over to straddle you against the desk, front to front.

"Pfft- Sure, like you didn't just say the most disgusting and foul mouthed things to me to get me off." You rolled your eyes, clearing the mussed hair from your forehead and wiping the drool off your chin with a sheepish grin.

Larissa's eyebrow quirked in amusement as you readjusted yourself, making sure you saw as she cleaned your essence from her fingers, making a show of her languid (and unusually long) tongue darting over every last drop.

"So-- Does this mean..uhm..we get a nice dinner date, still?"

A hearty laugh escaped the blonde, and she leaned in closer to you, her stature nearly pushing her bosom into your face. You flushed at the action, taking her hips in your hands to keep her steady.

"Is that how it goes? I bed you and then you take me to dinner? I was sure it was the other way around..."

"Well, yeah- but you kind of...chose for me, in a way. I just want to show you that I do see your flirting, and it does affect me more than you think."

Larissa cupped your face, pressing a tender kiss to your lips, a smile lacing her features.

"Well, if you'd like to have a meal together this weekend, I'd love if you'd have me."

"It's settled, then."

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done!

[witchesmortuary]

WOW I'M SOBBING 😭😭😭

hi could I get some crumbs of life eternal part 3 ? pretty please

Hello!! Yes absolutely you can<3

“It’s for the best.” You reassured her, your thumb brushing away the single tear that rolled from her eye.

I’m so, so sorry, Larissa. But if you don’t forget about me, if you keep reaching out, how could I ever forget you?

[whore4gwen]

MIRROR｡･ﾟ･ Larissa Weems x Fem!reader

Tags: t (L), b (R), begging kink, mommy kink, slight dumbification kink, mirror sex, praise kink, pet names, explicit language, orgasm denial, overstimulation, age gap (legal), smut w/o plot, good girl kink, and aftercare.

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“Beg." Larissa smirked. "please... please mommy i'll be good I promise." You whimpered.

Larissa giggled, not a single thought behind those big beautiful eyes, nothing other than her.

She lifted her hand, slowly, pushing a sweaty hair from your forehead. "Good girl." Larissa cooed gently, a hint of mockery in her voice.

You turned your head, blushing a deep crimson and clenched your sore thighs together.

She knew what she was doing to you and she loved it, craved it almost. Nothing turned Larissa on more than seeing you all submissive and obedient, like the good girl she knew you to be.

"You can wait a little longer can't you? Can you do that for mommy, my sweet girl?" Larissa asked in fake pity.

Without hesitation, you nodded your head. Larissa smiled, her good girl, all for her.

Larissa turned around and walked over to a full body mirror and sat on a leather chair. " Come here my love." She spoke gently, as she patted her lap.

You hurriedly walked over to Larissa and sat on her lap, excitedly awaiting her next command.

Larissa wrapped her arms around your thighs, spreading them and revealing your glistening core.

"Watch." Larissa whispered, as she licked the shell of your ear. "If you turn away I'll stop, and we'll have to re start, do you understand?" Larissa asked, making eye contact through the mirror.

You nodded your head vigorously, not daring to break contact. "Use your words, darling." She added, as she swatted your left thigh. "Y-yes mommy." You trembled with anticipation.

Your eyes immediately looked down when you feel a bolt of electricity on your clit. A staggered moan erupts from your chest at Larissa's already bruising pace.

"F-faster!" You stammer out chocking on moans.

Larissa smirks as she complies with your request, and adds two fingers. "How does that feel, dear?" Larissa asks teasingly. "Good, so so fucking good." You moaned as Larissa sped up and applied more pressure of your throbbing clit.

Larissa planted small kisses up and down your neck, leaving a fresh trial of hickeys. She raised her other hand, palming your left breast and began rolling your nipple between the pads of her fingers.

"I- I'm going to- to cum!" You shouted as you threw your head back on Larissa's shoulder.

"Not yet darling, I need you to wait a little longer." Larissa mumbled as she went back to attacking your already bruised neck.

"Mommy, please." You begged, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten. "You can do it, my love." Larissa encouraged, not showing any signs of stopping or slowing down.

Loud moans filled Larissa's ears, as you hung on for dear life, doing everything in your power to hold the sweet release you so desperately needed.

"Almost there." She muttered.

Your breaths were ragged as your legs began to shake. Larissa smirked evilly, as she watched your poor already spent body spasm out.

"Cum for me, darling." Larissa said, finally giving in. Your eyes rolled back as your orgasm washed over you. You were on cloud nine as your body shook more violently.

Larissa helped you ride out your orgasm and gently pulled out when you had finally calmed.

Your breathing was heavy and irregular as you were still feeling the aftershocks. Larissa pulled you closer as she help your sweaty body.

"You did so good for mommy, you're such a good girl." She praised as she kissed your sticky forehead. Larissa picked you up and stood from the chair and placed you onto the bed.

She went to the bathroom and returned with a washcloth. Larissa's soft humming was the last sound you heard before you were engulfed by a much needed rest.

[doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou]

Time For Myself

> lady lesso x fem!reader x larissa weems

> requested? yes!

> content/warnings: R just needs time for herself but her girlfriends don't know that

> a/n: i got really weirded out at writing this at first but it kinda grew on me 🤷🏻‍♀️

request prompt: would you write Larissa x reader x Lesso?? Cause there's only one thing better than having a principle girlfriend, and it's having TWO principle/dean girlfriends jfbcjdbx

Teleporting to Nevermore and the School of Evil has always been easy with your powers. Sure, you could teleport anywhere at any time you would like, but that doesn't mean that it wouldn't take a toll on you.

So, deciding to leave your partners for a day, you went back to your village and treated yourself to a needed self-care day. Though the only flaw in your plan was that you didn't tell any of them where you would be going or why you decided not to answer letters or your phone for the day, leaving them on their own for a day certainly drove them mad.

With Lesso in another realm, her technology skills were still amiss, compared to Larissa, who could actually call you whenever she would like to. This led Lesso to feel quite useless in your relationship, noting that without you, her communication with Larissa would cease to exist. Thus making you the glue in your complex relationship.

“It’s a weekend, Clarissa! I assure you, my students know how to act normally and not kill anyone in their sight for two days!” Lesso shook the hold that Dovey had on her arm. She would need to travel now to arrive at Nevemore with the sun still out, or she would have to stay at an inn and possibly embarrass herself by paying with gold rather than the currency there.

“That is not what I’m concerned about, Leonora!” Dovey raised her hands in exasperation and rolled her eyes.

"Oh, please, do not pretend to care about my being. I am simply going to visit my partners.” Lesso sighed as she brushed her coat. Once Lesso was sure that Dovey would stay quiet, she took the scissors out of her pocket and cut through the air. Casting her gaze one final time upon her counterpart, Lesso took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. She stepped forward, her figure disappearing into the portal. As she vanished, the portal crackled and hissed before finally shrinking into nothingness.

Similarly to Lesso’s predicament, Larissa had taken it upon herself to finish her paperwork, pace back and forth within the confines of her office, and repeatedly dial your phone. “Come on! Answer!” Larissa snagged her glass of wine and chugged it in one sitting.

Biting her lips, Larissa groaned and caressed her face. What had she done for you to ignore her all day? Deciding to skim the calendar for missed events, Larrissa found no sign of any missed event that regarded your relationship. As time passed, Larissa sat down and sent multiple messages. Then a knock was heard at the door.

Frowning, Larissa had canceled all her appointments for the day due to the fact that searching for where you were was more important than a meeting with a parent about their child’s spectacular grades. Striding towards the door, she opened it quite harshly, making the person on the other side flinch.

Seeing the person outside her door, Larissa took a glance behind the person and pulled them inside. “Leonora! What are you doing here?”

Shrugging off her coat, Lesso pressed a kiss on Larissa’s cheek and asked, “Have you found her yet?” Returning the affection, Larissa sighed and shook her head.

“Not yet.”

Pursing her lips, Lesso dropped her exhausted body on the couch. “Did you try calling her?” Larissa gave Lesso an incredulous look and flicked the redhead’s forehead. “What do you think I’ve been doing all day?”

Lesso gave Larissa a look that said she didn’t know. As silence filled the room, Lesso took it as an opportunity to observe Larissa’s office. Every nook and cranny of the room had something that would remind Larissa of your relationship. The walls were full of dried flowers that Lesso would give you and Larissa before leaving her realm. The table in the middle had picture frames of their faces. One frame had been close to Lesso; it was the picture of you, her, and Larissa the night after she had invited you to one of Dovey’s balls. The fireplace mantel sported two figurines: a wooden fox and a glass daisy. It served as a memory of Leonora and you for Larissa whenever she felt lonely.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Lesso sat up and turned to Larissa. “Where does she live?” This had Larissa rack her brain and think of your interview with her for the position as the history teacher in Nevermore. "I-I don’t know.”

Growling, Lesso took Larissa’s shoulders and shook the lady. “Come on, think!” She snapped her fingers in front of the blonde. “What kind of outcast is she?”

Pushing Lesso’s hand away from her face, Larissa replied. “She’s a fairy!”

“And where do fairies live?”

Eyes widening, they stated simultaneously. “The Isle!”

But before they could stand up, a voice asked behind them, “And what is with the Isle?”

Turning around, Larissa took a step towards you and encased you in an embrace. “Where have you been?” Shaking her head, Lesso joined the embrace and kissed the top of your head. “We’ve been worried sick.”

Snuggling yourself deeper into the embrace, you inhaled their mixed scents and closed your eyes. “Mmm, I just needed time for myself.” As minutes went by, you opened your eyes and gave both of them a kiss on their lips. “I missed both of you, though.”

[weemssapphic]

I see you opened your requests hehehe. This little idea popped into my head and i can’t get it out. So it’s larissa x reader and r is the new principal since everyone thought larissa died but tn tn tnnnn she’s alive and she comes back to nevermore but only as a professor since they already hired r which doesn’t sit right with larissa and she automatically doesn’t like r. So they bicker all the time until they just hate fuck one day (how it came to that point is totally up to you) and pleaseeee i need them to fuck the shit out of eachother. Then when it’s done r admits that she would much rather just be a professor, that being principal is too much for her and she’ll back down from the position.

Anywaysss that’s it and make it as long as you want if you decide to write it :) (love all of your work btw)

A/N: I AM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK (*hides in shame*). I do hope this makes up for it, I found it very fun to write and, though it took a different turn than I'd originally planned, I am happy with how it turned out! And thank you so much 🤍

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Larissa Weems x f!reader

Words: ~ 7.5k | ao3 link in title

Content/warnings: angst, lots of bickering and arguments, enemies to lovers (sorta), unhealthy relationship / power dynamic, coma, mentions of ptsd/anxiety??, nsfw (smut): hate sex, rough sex, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, marking

Principal of Nevermore Academy: it certainly had a nice ring to it.

The past years all led up to this: after finishing university and getting your masters in education, you’d scored a teaching position at a school for outcasts in California. Being an outcast yourself, you were grateful for the opportunity that had opened up - teaching was a passion of yours, certainly, but teaching outcasts, kids like you, that was a dream come true. Eventually, you took over assistant principal duties at the school and you had to admit you liked the change of pace, being involved in the administrative side of things for once.

During your time in California, you’d set your eye on Nevermore Academy - another prestigious school for outcasts, the first school of its kind. And when you’d heard of an opening for a new principal? You just had to apply. The position was posted at rather short notice - apparently, there had been an incident involving the previous principal, who’d been in a coma for weeks and hadn’t shown any signs of recovering. They needed to find someone to fill in for the new school year - fast - and, as though it were fate, your application was immediately accepted.

The school year at Nevermore had been going on for a few weeks now and your new office was finally starting to feel like your own. You’d made a few changes in decoration - some of the prior principal’s decor was a bit odd for your taste. But you were settling in well, getting to know your duties and connecting with your staff and students.

You were just catching up on some emails as the door to your office flew open, rattling in its hinges and causing you to jump, your heart racing.

“Jesus, you scared me! Haven’t you heard of knocking?” You fixed your gaze on the woman who had so unceremoniously barged into your office and was now taking long strides towards your desk. She was a stunning woman - tall, with long legs; dressed to the nines; her hair nearly white and perfectly coiffed to accentuate her cheekbones; her eyes deep blue and sparkling with a deep fury.

“I don’t have to knock to enter my own office,” the woman hissed, her tone venomous. 

Your brows knit together in confusion and you squinted at her, your mind going a mile a minute. Now that you thought of it, she did look vaguely familiar… Who the fuck- oh. Oh. 

“You’re the former principal, aren’t you? I thought you were in a coma?” You figured the polite thing to do would be to ask how she’s doing, show some sign of concern, but she looked perfectly fine to you - and she didn’t seem in the mood to engage in small-talk, anyway - so you bit your tongue.

The woman’s eyes flashed dangerously, her upper lip twitching as she tilted her head. “Principal Weems. Headmistress of Nevermore Academy. Now if you’d be so kind as to get out of my chair…”

You stood slowly, placing your hands on your desk and leaning forward. While you didn’t quite match her height, you’d be damned if you let yourself be intimidated - you’d worked too hard for this position, wished for it too much, you wouldn’t let her take it from you, no matter who she thought she was.

“I’ve been appointed principal of Nevermore. This is now my office. If you have an issue with that, I’d like to kindly refer you directly to the school board.” You paused, raising an eyebrow and sorting some papers on your desk. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have meetings to prepare for.”

Principal Weems glowered down at you and you glared up at her, neither one of you seeming to want to back down. Her eyes flicked between your own, blazing with fury and passion in equal measure. Abruptly and without another word, she turned on her heel and stormed out of your office, slamming the door behind her.

Your eyes followed her every move as you stared after her, your heart thundering in your chest. The nerve of that woman. This was definitely not something you’d planned for - you hoped she wouldn’t cause too much trouble with the school board.

~~~

As expected, you received a call from the school board the next day - it seemed that the former principal had caused a bit of an uproar after she’d left your office. The head of the school board informed you that Ms. Weems, formerly Principal Weems, would be appointed to Nevermore as a history teacher. You figured the decision was made due to her connection with the school, but also to keep the peace. Even based on your short interaction from the previous day, you could guess the kind of hell she’d raised after leaving your office.

Given that her former quarters, which had been locked up for the time being, were attached to your new office, Ms. Weems would be appointed new quarters in the teacher’s hall as well until the end of the school year. What this meant, however, was that she would have to come by your office to pick some of her things up from her old quarters - which you were not looking forward to.

It was nearing 5 pm on a Friday - you still had a pile of administrative paperwork waiting to be completed, but you couldn’t concentrate for the life of you. You’d already cut your lunch break short to deal with the shenanigans of some students, and with the weekend so close your motivation to read through the documents the mayor had sent you was at an all time low. Slipping your phone from your pocket, you decided a break - just a short distraction, really - was in order, and started to scroll through your socials.

The door to your office creaked open - you figured it was a student who needed something and raised your head to reprimand them for forgetting to knock, only to be met with the sight of Ms. Weems. Larissa, as you’d read in her file. A beautiful name for an admittedly beautiful woman - too bad she seemed intent on loathing you. She stopped in the doorway, her lips curling into a disapproving frown.

“Hard at work, I see,” she sneered, closing the door behind her and giving you a once over, her eyes full of disdain as they lingered on the cell phone in your hands.

“I hardly see how this is any of your business,” you replied, your voice hard as you scowled back at her. Two could play at this game. “And if I may be so blunt, it’s rather rude not to knock before you enter someone else’s office. Particularly when that person is your superior.”

The blonde’s features hardened even further, her expression changing from disdainful to downright icy.

“Do not underestimate my connections in this town, Ms. Y/L/N. It would be a shame to see you lose your new position so suddenly.” Her voice was condescending, sickeningly sweet with a razor sharp edge to it - you tightened your grip on your phone, your knuckles turning white as you felt your heart begin to pound viciously.

“Is that a threat, Ms. Weems? And, while we’re on the subject of my position, I would prefer if you would address me as Principal Y/L/N from now on.”

“Not a threat. A promise.”

With that, she swept past your desk with an elegant yet powerful stride, swiftly unlocking the door to her former quarters and disappearing inside.

After what seemed like ages, Larissa emerged with two massive suitcases. You tried to ignore her and concentrate on your work, but it seemed she was deliberately being as noisy as possible, and that made it increasingly difficult to focus on anything else.

“You know what?” You stood from your desk, shutting your laptop and grabbing your phone and keys. “I’m going to head out to get some dinner. You just figure this” you gestured vaguely towards her quarters as you crossed the office “out.”

“Chivalrous,” Larissa remarked sarcastically as your hand rested on the doorknob - you turned and raised an eyebrow. 

“You’ve been nothing but rude to me since the second we met. You want help? Call your friends or connections or something.” With that, you disappeared into the corridor, slamming the poor door behind you and missing the way Larissa’s face fell. 

~~~

By the time you got back to your office late that night to lock up (and you’d taken your sweet time, not in the mood for any more altercations), Larissa was gone. 

You barely slept that night - you were restless, tossing and turning constantly. You hated arguing with people - particularly your colleagues, which Larissa now was. Tomorrow was to be her first full day back at Nevermore, and it left you feeling unsettled and anxious.

Against all odds, the following morning was a quiet one. You’d half expected Larissa to barge into your office before lunchtime to scream at you about something, but no such outburst occurred. You’d gotten ahead of yourself, however - late that afternoon, the door to your office burst open, the tall blonde once again stalking towards your desk.

“Still having problems with the concept of knocking, I see,” you hissed, clenching your teeth.

Larissa glowered down at you, completely disregarding your statement - save for the subtle twitch of her upper lip.

“You really should adjust your tone when speaking with your staff, Principal Y/L/N.” She spat the word 'principal' at you as if it were laced with venom. “One might otherwise get the impression that you don’t respect them.” The right corner of Larissa’s lips curled up slightly into a condescending smile, and you felt a raging heat begin to boil in the pit of your stomach.

“It’s clear you don’t respect me, Ms. Weems,” you replied as coolly as you could. “But we both know that insulting me, no matter how much joy it may bring you, is not the reason you barged into my office. So. Why are you really here?”

“The planning of this year’s Rave’N.”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning back in your chair and clasping your hands together on your lap as you waited for Larissa to continue.

“As you may know, Nevermore Academy has been built on a centuries old history of tradition. I have spent my career upholding those traditions that make up the very heart of this school, to uplift our students, our faculty, and our community.”

You ran your tongue along your upper teeth - you already knew where she was going with this, and you had to fight the urge to groan and roll your eyes.

“So imagine my surprise, and dare I say disappointment, when I found out that our new dearly beloved principal was planning on canceling the Rave’N. An activity that our students greatly look forward to and that is essential to this school’s extra-curricular framework…” Larissa trailed off, her own eyebrow quirked in challenge as icy blue eyes flashed dangerously.

Taking a moment to collect yourself, you let out a long sigh - God, this woman was irritating. “Ms. Weems, I have absolutely no intention of canceling the Rave’N. I am, however - as you may have heard - postponing it until the spring. I’m not certain where you got your information, but you may want to check your sources before you go around rashly pointing fingers at people.”

Larissa folded her arms defensively across her chest, her cheeks slowly turning red in hue. “The Rave’N has been held on the same weekend every year for nearly 200 years. What made you decide to break tradition?”

“It’s my humble opinion, Ms. Weems, that it isn’t working well at all. The Rave’N, the way it has traditionally been held, has consistently taken place a few short weeks before end of semester exams, squeezed unceremoniously between other events that are far more important for the Academy. The Poe Cup, for one - which is steeped in history, as you may rightfully agree, and which encourages healthy competition amongst our students. And, of course, Parent’s Weekend, which is essential for nurturing our wider outcast-community and involving our dear parents and alumni. The Rave’N, in contrast, is a frivolous school dance which, whilst certainly entertaining, wastes precious time that students could spend studying for their exams.”

Larissa looked like she was damn close to exploding on the spot. Her nostrils flared as she stared you down, her expression nothing short of disdain and utter disgust. When she spoke, red lips curled around brilliantly white teeth, which flashed dangerously in the light of the setting sun from the window behind you.

“I will not have you ruining this school, a place I have devoted my entire existence to, whilst you waltz in here and decide that it isn’t up to your arbitrary standards. Just because you don’t have the experience required to run a school and juggle multiple events at once, does not mean that they have been poorly planned. Rather, I believe this situation reflects your own shortcomings as an administrator.”

“Fine.” You grit your teeth - you’d have fired the woman on the spot if she hadn’t weaseled her way in through the school board. “You want to have your precious Rave’N this fall? You plan it then. I, however, want no part in it.”

Larissa let out a snort. “It’s nothing I can’t manage. And not to worry, I’ll leave you out of it.” With that, she turned and stalked back to the door, her hips swaying in an irritatingly tantalizing way - it made you furious.

“Oh, and Ms. Weems? If you barge into my office to insult me one more time, I will not hesitate to take this up with the school board.”

Larissa’s shoulders tensed and her hand paused on the door handle - then she yanked the door open and, once again, slammed it behind her. 

Ridiculous.

~~~

Although Larissa had since refrained from bursting into your office unannounced for a verbal sparring match, the bickering continued full-force. You’d hoped it would get better as time went on, but the opposite proved to be true.

Thoughts of Larissa had begun to plague you wherever you went. You couldn’t avoid her - she was everywhere. She argued with you during every staff meeting, made a point to pass you in the hall every chance she got, chose a seat directly within your line of vision during lunchtime - taunting you wherever you went. You’d started to hide in your office during breaks simply to find some reprieve.

You’d even lie awake in bed at night, unable to get the infuriating blonde out of your head. The worst part was, it wasn’t just your anger and anxiety over the arguments and the disrespect that kept you from sleeping - it was the fact that, despite it all, you couldn’t get over the strange pull that you felt towards this woman, even as you’d begun to hide from her like a coward.

She was driving you utterly mad, in every sense of the word. When she argued with you, baring her teeth, her face contorted with rage, you wanted to slap her. Then, and it took you a few sleepless nights to admit it to yourself, you wanted to kiss her - you wanted to consume her, to smudge her lipstick and litter her body in purple marks, to push her up against a wall and fuck the rage out of her. You wanted to see the arrogant, furious, domineering Larissa Weems turn into a needy little slut, utterly at your mercy and begging you to cum, to please, please, let me cum- 

You groaned in frustration, slipping a hand under the covers and into your underwear. Your cunt was absolutely drenched and you couldn’t take it anymore, rubbing hard and fast circles around your clit as you felt both shame and pleasure overwhelm you. Your imagination was your best friend as you pictured Larissa: her face flushed, her lipstick smeared down her chin, her milky thighs trembling and clenching around your hand as she rode your fingers - sinful moans being ripped from her throat because of you. 

Your orgasm washed over you as you reached your peak - it came and went, and you pulled your fingers from your underwear and wiped them on the sheets. Embarrassment and regret welled up inside of you as you laid there alone in the darkness of your quarters, unable to stop your thoughts from drifting towards a certain former principal and what she might be doing in her quarters.

Sleeping, probably, you thought bitterly.

~~~

Each week proved to be more trying than the last, and you found yourself, more nights than not, lying awake until ungodly hours thinking about Larissa - touching yourself because of Larissa. The harder she made your life, the more you seemed to be consumed by her - and then, the next hurdle was thrown your way.

Part of your duty as principal was, of course, conducting performance evaluations of your staff. Since you were new at Nevermore and unfamiliar with the staff members, you’d had to pop into parts of their classes to observe and get a feel for their teaching - and most of the teachers welcomed this with open arms.

Larissa Weems was not like most of the teachers, though. Given how often she’d shown up in your office unannounced, you’d had no qualms about randomly popping into her last class of the day, closing the door gently behind you and taking a seat in the back row.

Larissa stopped teaching immediately, her proud, tender smile slipping from her face when she saw your face among the sea of students. “Can I help you, Principal Y/L/N?” Her voice quavered slightly, and the students turned around curiously, their eyes darting between you and Larissa.

“Don’t mind me, Ms. Weems,” you said with a forced smile. “I’m just observing for today. Just pretend I’m not even here.” You gave her a wink which had her lip twitching and her nostrils flaring - the tension between the two of you did not go unnoticed by the students, who were eerily quiet as Larissa resumed her lesson.

Before you’d made your presence known, Larissa had been smiling so warmly at her students - it was obvious how much she cared for them, and the energy in her classroom had felt inviting and kind. The shift in energy when you’d sat down was alarming - Larissa had turned into an ice queen almost instantly. You could tell she felt uncomfortable and tense, and her teaching was robotic and distracted. Her students didn’t seem to be very engaged either - it seemed that her mood had rubbed off on them, and a feeling of unease blanketed the room.

When the lesson was over, Larissa immediately turned to her desk to pack her things, her students filing out of the room in silence.

“Ms. Weems, I’d like to see you in my office in twenty minutes, please. I have something I’d like to discuss with you.” You didn’t wait for a reply before slipping out of the classroom and hurrying to your office.

~~~

Exactly twenty minutes later, a low knock sounded on your door - you were almost pleasantly surprised, but then Larissa barged in anyway, without waiting for you to respond, and you felt a twinge of annoyance bubble up inside of you.

“You wanted to see me.” Larissa grit her teeth as she stalked up to your desk.

“I did. Please, have a seat.”

Larissa ignored your offer and you let out a heavy sigh. “I must say, I was really disappointed this afternoon. The energy in your classroom was bordering on hostile and you made all of us feel very uncomfortable. I wouldn’t say that’s exactly conducive to learning and-”

“What were you even doing in my classroom?” Larissa hissed.

“I have been getting to know our faculty and their teaching methods better. It has worked quite well with your peers, however this afternoon was… eye-opening for me. What disappointed me the most, Ms. Weems, was that I caught a glimpse of you teaching as I entered the room, and it was… lovely. You care about your students, you really do, and I believe you to be a capable and nurturing teacher - your student’s grades prove as much.” You stood and rounded your desk, coming to stand in front of Larissa. “But the way your demeanor shifted when I joined your class… The way you refuse to work with me - it cannot continue like this.”

Larissa took a step forward, into your personal space. You could practically feel the white-hot anger radiating off of her in waves - it completely engulfed you. “You humiliated me in front of an entire class of my students and I-”

“Oh, shut up, Larissa!”

The blonde looked visibly shocked at the sudden use of her first name, the way it rolled off your tongue. Her pupils widened and her cheeks flushed - it was as if a switch had flipped inside of her as her eyes began to narrow and her lips curled into a sneer, electricity crackling between your bodies.

“Make me.”

That was it - the last straw. The heat you felt coursing through your veins was too much to bear, and without a single thought of consequences, you crashed your lips into Larissa’s, your hands immediately resting on her hips and tugging her closer.

The blonde let out a wanton moan as your tongue wasted no time in swiping at her lips, begging for entry - which she granted you without hesitation. Her tongue immediately met your own, licking into your mouth with a desperate sort of passion as she pushed her body flush against yours. Her left hand fisted at the collar of your shirt, pulling you closer and closer as her right hand threaded itself tightly through your hair, holding you in place.

The tension surrounding the both of you was growing thicker by the second, a hot coil winding itself tightly in your abdomen and lighting your entire body aflame. With a step forward, you had Larissa pinned between you and the edge of your desk. A little push was all she needed to topple back onto it, pulling you with her. 

Larissa’s hands shot out to catch herself before her back hit the wood, and your lips disconnected for a moment. Her hot breath was heavy against your face and you looked up to see Larissa’s gaze fixed intently on your own, her eyes heavy-lidded and her pupils dilated so that there was barely a sliver of blue visible.

Her lipstick was smudged, smeared across her chin, just like in your fantasies, and for a moment you froze, like a deer caught in headlights.

You, the prey, and Larissa, the predator.

A wicked smile formed on her lips as she realized your predicament.

“Thought you could just fuck the attitude out of me, did you?” she purred, baring her teeth. You swallowed thickly, your eyes glued to her kiss-swollen lips, your heart pounding so fast you thought it might burst.

Even leaning back with her ass resting on your desk, she still towered over you. Her height had never intimidated you before but for a moment it gave you pause - you felt so very small. That moment was enough for Larissa to realize she had the upper hand, enough for her to slide her palm over the outside of your thigh, enough for her nimble fingers to tug the fabric of your skirt upwards until it was resting snugly above your hips, your panties on display for her. 

“How naive of you,” she murmured as her fingers came to rest on your abdomen - you shivered at the touch - before slipping into the waistband of your underwear. You felt your cheeks burn as Larissa slid two fingers between your folds - you were so wet for her already, and the thought embarrassed you. 

Larissa hummed quietly as she began to tease your slit, taking her time exploring your sex and gathering your juices on the pads of her fingers. When she finally soothed her fingers over your clit, you let out a strangled gasp, your hands coming to rest on her shoulders and squeezing tightly as your eyes fluttered shut.

Your clit was so sensitive, like every casual brush of her fingers could send you over the edge - but they didn’t. Just when you thought you might cum, her fingers left the little bundle of nerves and slid down your slit, towards your entrance. 

She slipped the tip of her finger in, just to the first knuckle, before retracting and circling your entrance with a featherlight touch. Your nails dug into Larissa’s shoulders as you bucked your hips into her hand, whimpering desperately.

“So needy already and I’ve barely touched you,” Larissa tutted. “Tell me, have you pictured this before? Have you craved it?” Condescension dripped from her lips but you couldn’t find it in you to care - in fact, if anything, you felt the coil in your belly tighten and you ground your hips harder into her hand.

“Y-yes,” you whimpered. There was no point in lying to Larissa, not with how wet you were - and you would do just about anything to cum right now.

Without warning, Larissa plunged her finger into your hole, chuckling at the moan that clawed its way from deep within you. After a few pumps of her finger, she added a second digit and began to match the thrusts of your hips as she fucked you.

She curled her fingers upwards, going deeper this time and causing you to thrust forward so violently you nearly slid to the floor. Her reflexes were quick and she steadied you with her free arm, a smirk growing on her face.

Whatever power trip she was on, you didn’t care to stop her as her lips crashed into yours, her tongue all but forcing its entry into your mouth and asserting dominance. You felt entirely at her mercy as you felt yourself teeter on the edge of pleasure, your mind going fuzzy as Larissa’s fingers hit all the right spots inside you. What finally sent you over the edge was the way her thumb brushed over your clit at just the right moment, her fingers stroking your walls.

You clenched around her as you came, the coil in your belly snapping. Your moans were swallowed by the blonde, who seemed unable to keep her lips off your own, kissing and licking and gently nipping.

Your hands slid from Larissa’s shoulders to her waist, steadying yourself as you pulled back from the kiss. Larissa slipped her hand out of your underwear, her fingers glistening with your arousal - she brought them to her mouth and made a show of placing them on her tongue, licking and sucking and letting out a satisfied hum.

She watched you watch her, a smug grin growing on her face as your own cheeks flushed at the vulgar noises she was making. It was almost too much to bear, and you felt your frustration return with full force as Larissa pushed herself off the desk, holding her head high and smoothing the wrinkles in her dress. You would be damned if you let Larissa fuck you and then go on disrespecting you and making you feel awful about yourself. 

“You thought we were done here?” You squared your shoulders and glared at Larissa in challenge - she quirked an eyebrow, looking slightly taken aback. “After all that, you would deny me the opportunity to return the favor?”

Larissa’s breathing quickened and you smirked as you leaned in to kiss her jaw. Your lips trailed lower, down the side of her neck, and she tilted her head back to give you better access as your teeth found her pulse point. You could feel her pulse hammering away as your lips latched onto her neck, sucking until her skin had been marked deep red.

Your hands found her hips and you moved down her body until your face was level with her thighs. You could feel Larissa’s gaze upon you as you slid her dress upwards to reveal her underwear - her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge of the desk. There was a wet spot at the center of her underwear and you leant in, slowly dragging your tongue over the fabric and drawing a breathy groan from Larissa’s chest.

“And here you had me thinking I was the only one who was so wet right now,” you teased, your tongue finding Larissa’s clit through her underwear and giving it a gentle kitten lick, causing her to buck her pelvis into your mouth.

“So impatient…” You glanced up at Larissa’s face to see her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving as she glowered down at you. She made no move to stop you, however - quite the contrary, as she began to roll her hips against your tongue.

As much as you wanted to go on teasing her forever, you also felt a desperate urge to get a taste of the woman before you, so you hooked your fingers under the waistband of her underwear and pulled it down her long legs. You hooked her thighs over your shoulders, unable to stop yourself from moaning as you watched Larissa’s glistening folds spread for you.

You began to place wet, open-mouthed kisses to the insides of Larissa’s thighs, alternating between each leg and reveling in the way her thighs began to tremble beneath your lips. Smirking, you bit her thigh - right next to the entrance to her pussy. Larissa hissed and yanked your head back by the hair, her eyes flashing violently. Behind the aggression, there was a pool of unfettered desire already unspooling. Larissa was coming apart at the seams before your very eyes, and you could tell by her anger that it was unsettling to her.

The very thought emboldened you. “Well if it isn’t the former principal of Nevermore, turned into a needy little slut for me.” 

Your words had the desired effect - Larissa mewled and bucked her hips towards your mouth. You took the opportunity to dive right in, the scent of her arousal filling your nostrils and making you feel dizzy with want as your tongue dragged its way up her slit. She tasted absolutely divine and you let out a satisfied hum that vibrated against her pussy and drew a deep moan from her chest.

Larissa’s fingers wound themselves even tighter in your hair as your tongue began to draw lazy circles around her clit, smearing your saliva and her arousal around the sensitive bud. You began to alternate between licking and sucking, wrapping your lips around her clit and flicking your tongue over it - experimenting with different paces and amounts of pressure to find out which drew the most sinful moans from the blonde’s lips, which made her thighs begin to tremble around your head.

You found it easy to lose yourself in Larissa - in her taste, her scent, the noises she was making, the way her pussy felt against your tongue and the way her hand felt against your head. You lapped hungrily at her cunt, your own desire burning hot within you as you felt Larissa barrel closer and closer to the edge - if the shaking of her legs and the volume of her groans was anything to go by.

Glancing up to catch a glimpse of her face, you dipped your tongue into her entrance, feeling her walls clench. A fire seemed to burn in her eyes as she came undone. You could tell how badly she wanted you by the way her lips parted as she gazed down at you, the way her tongue grazed her lower lip, the way the exposed part of her chest was red with anticipation. Her head lolled slowly back and her eyes fluttered shut, and you continued to lick and suck through her orgasm.

Larissa let go of your hair and slumped back onto the desk, her breathing labored. You let out a satisfied hum as you licked the arousal off the insides of her thighs, then gently unhooked her legs from your shoulders and stood, leaning over the desk and smirking down at her.

She lay back against the desk, staring at the ceiling. When you came into her line of vision, she tilted her head towards you and met your gaze, a strange expression on her face.

“I need to leave,” she whispered hoarsely, her eyes wide and glassy.

You opened your mouth to speak but before you could get a word out, Larissa had pushed herself up and pushed past you, pulling her dress down with one hand as she stooped down to grab her underwear with the other hand. She balled it into her fist, hiding it from view as she hurried to the door.

“Lari-” Slam.

Larissa was gone, leaving you to slump down in the armchair across from your desk, your chest heaving and your mind racing.

~~~

After a night of tossing and turning, you woke to an email from Larissa in your inbox.

Ms. Y/L/N,

Unfortunately, I am feeling a bit under the weather today, and am unable to teach my afternoon classes. Please do be so kind as to find a suitable replacement.

Regards,

L. Weems

Something wasn’t sitting right with you. Your stomach churned as you read the email over and over again, and it didn’t stop as you brushed your teeth, nor as you got dressed, nor as you settled at your desk with a cup of coffee.

You couldn’t get the previous day out of your head, and two things stuck out in your mind most of all: 

Firstly, the little glimpse of Larissa that you’d caught when you’d first entered her classroom. The warmth, the genuine smile directed at her students, the encouraging tone to her voice. It was a side of Larissa that you hadn’t been privy to at all, and it made your heart ache - making you wish, even if just for a moment, that she could someday afford you that same warmth, that that brilliant smile of hers could be directed at you.

And secondly, the way those few moments made you realize how much you missed teaching. You’d always felt that your greatest purpose in life was to guide young outcasts and help them achieve their own goals, just as your teachers had done for you. And right now, as principal, you weren’t doing much of that at all. Maybe Larissa was right - maybe you weren’t cut out for the administrative side of things. The constant push and pull, the political bullshit, making all these decisions for the good of the school and being left so very unsure of yourself, with so little time to dedicate to the students you loved so much.

Your mind was replaying your last interaction with Larissa - the look in her eyes, how she’d left in such a hurry. Something was definitely off, and you wouldn’t rest until you’d sorted it out.

Shutting your laptop and abandoning your coffee, you grabbed your keys and made your way to the teacher’s quarters.

~~~

“Ms. Weems?” you called out, rapping your knuckles against the door to her quarters.

Silence. 

“Ms. Weems?”

…

“Larissa?” you tried, knocking again.

This time, a soft shuffling could be heard, followed by the click of a lock, before the door opened just a crack, revealing one side of Larissa’s face, cast in shadow - it seemed she had the curtains drawn, and you suddenly felt guilty in case you’d woken her.

“Didn’t you receive my email, Ms. Y/L/N?” There was no hard edge to Larissa’s voice - she simply sounded exhausted.

“I, uh… I did, yes. I’m sorry if I woke you. I just wanted to check in and see if there’s anything I could do for you.” And talk, you added in your head. “Could I please come in?”

Larissa stared at you for a moment. Then a moment more. Then, she opened the door just a crack more and allowed you to step inside her quarters. 

The curtains were indeed drawn, though the second that Larissa closed the door behind you, she hurried to the window and opened them to let in some light. She looked pristine as ever - not a hair out of place, makeup done to perfection, clothing free of wrinkles. She didn’t look ill at all. The only indication that she may have been curled up in bed was the untidy way her sheets were made up, as if she’d pulled them up and fluffed them in a haste.

Larissa’s eyes followed your gaze to her bed and she quickly took a step to the side, blocking it partially from view.

“Have you come to inspect how I keep my quarters now, as well?” she asked, an iciness seeping back into her tone. “I didn’t realize that was any of your concern as principal, Ms. Y/L/N.”

You shook your head lightly, finding yourself suddenly at a loss for words. “I… no. No, it’s not. That’s actually not why I’m here. Could you… um, could you please call me Y/N?”

Larissa scoffed and crossed her arms across her chest. “Alright. Y/N. Why are you here then?”

Your teeth sank into your lower lip as your mind whirred with all the things you wanted to say, all the things you wanted to know.

“What happened yesterday?” you whispered finally.

“You were there, were you not?” Larissa said with an incredulous snort. “Or would you like a quick recap?”

“No, I mean… I mean when you left.”

“I wasn’t feeling well.”

“You look fine to me,” you challenged with a raised eyebrow.

Larissa’s face hardened. “Your lack of empathy is absolutely astounding, Y/N.” 

“Well considering the fact that you never actually opened up to me, it’s no-”

“Opened up to you?” Larissa scoffed. “I didn’t realize we were friends. Why should I speak with you about personal matters that don’t concern you?”

You opened your mouth - then promptly closed it again. Larissa was right, of course. You weren’t friends, and what she was or wasn’t going through was, of course, none of your business. That somehow didn’t stop you from wanting to know, though. As infuriating as the woman had proven to be since you’d met, you couldn’t help but desperately wish for things to be different than they were.

“You’re right. You don’t have to tell me anything. I just… I came by to tell you that I’m giving up my position. I’m going to call the school board this afternoon to quit, and I’m telling them that they should hire you back instead.”

The words left your mouth in a rush, and you felt so much lighter the second they did. Larissa’s lips parted, her eyes wide as she tried to process the information. You waited but she didn’t say anything, and so you turned to leave.

Just before you reached the door, Larissa found her voice. It was low and shaky, barely audible - but her quarters were so quiet you’d have heard a pin drop.

“I heard everything.”

Your brows knit together in confusion and you turned to see Larissa perch herself at the edge of her bed, her gaze trained on the floor in front of her.

“I don’t understand,” you whispered. “What did you hear?”

“It took ages for them to find me. When I woke up, I knew I was in the hospital because of the noises around me. Only I wasn’t awake, not really.” Larissa’s voice sounded bitter and subdued, her fingers twitched from where she was playing with them in her lap. “I heard people speaking to me. Then about me. And about Nevermore. And I couldn’t… I couldn’t say or do anything. I could only listen.”

Your heart was thumping erratically in your chest and you took a tentative step towards Larissa. “Who was speaking? Your friends, when they visited you?”

Larissa let out a shaky sigh, her eyelids fluttering shut. “Tell me, Y/N, how much time have you had to maintain your friendships since starting your position?”

The question confused you, and you drank in Larissa’s tense body language, her pained expression. Then you realized what she meant - her friends, if she even had any, hadn’t seemed to visit her at all, and a wave of guilt washed over you, so intense that you took a seat next to Larissa on the bed.

She opened her eyes and peered over at you, seeming to take your silence as a form of acknowledgment. “Some students visited in the first days - Miss Addams and Miss Sinclair, mostly, Miss Barclay once or twice. Later it was school administrators - trying to figure out what to do with me, I suppose, whether or not to…” Larissa trailed off into silence, letting out a shuddering breath as her eyes darted about the room. 

Without thinking, you leant in and pressed your lips to Larissa’s cheek - you felt her tense up and pulled back as quickly as you could, your own cheeks turning scarlet. 

“I-I’m so sorry,” you stuttered, scrambling to your feet.

A hand curled around your wrist, stilling you in your movements. “Don’t be,” Larissa whispered.

“Do you want me to go?” you asked anxiously. 

Larissa looked up at you with wide, watery eyes. “Could you stay? Just for a few minutes. Please.”

You nodded, sitting back down next to Larissa and resting your hand face up on her lap - an offering which she accepted, placing her hand in your own and interlacing your fingers.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice shaky. 

You gave Larissa’s hand a gentle squeeze, and the two of you sat in silence for what felt like hours, your hands intertwined. Strangely, you felt more at peace in that moment than you had since starting at Nevermore, and Larissa seemed to be getting more comfortable as well, even resting her cheek on your shoulder at one point.

The moment you left her quarters that afternoon, you pulled your phone out of your pocket to call the school board.

~~~

It was with a heavy heart that you hauled your suitcase onto your bed and unzipped it. Leaving Nevermore would be bittersweet for you - as much as you would miss the school you’d been dying to work at your entire life, you knew you were doing the right thing - for yourself, for Larissa, and for Nevermore.

You opened your wardrobe and began placing your clothes into your open suitcase when you heard a knock on the door to your quarters.

“It’s open,” you called out, and the door creaked as it swung open to reveal Larissa. “Hi,” you said with a shy smile, which Larissa returned hesitantly.

“I’ve just received a call from the school board and gotten everything sorted out. Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

You smiled softly at the principal. “I think I have some idea.”

Larissa’s cheeks turned pink and she looked away, her eyes darting around your room before landing on the mess on your bed. “Do you want to leave?” she asked, her voice soft and curious.

You chuckled nervously and gave her a light shrug. “I don’t know if I would say I want to leave, but I don’t see what choice I have without a job here. Unless you’re renting out rooms…?”

Larissa chuckled. “Actually, a position has opened up for a new history teacher,” she said. “I’ve taken the liberty of looking into your employment history and I think you’d be a great asset to our staff.”

Your eyes widened. “Really? You would hire me?”

“Yes,” Larissa said firmly. “I would. If you’d like to stay, that is…”

“Yes!” you all but shouted. “Sorry… yes. I would love to, that would be amazing. Thank you, Larissa.”

Larissa nodded, smiling softly. Your eyes fell to the large suitcase that was standing just behind Larissa, and you cocked your head to the side in question.

“The school board has agreed to allow me to take over my old quarters,” Larissa supplied as her gaze followed your own.

“Ah. I see.”

You fidgeted in place and Larissa watched you curiously for a moment. When she realized you weren’t going to say anything else, she gave you a curt nod and placed a hand on the handle of her suitcase. “I’ll leave you to it, then,” she said softly. “Perhaps we can set up a meeting this week to get you acquainted with your new position.”

You nodded, your stomach doing a little somersault as your heartbeat began to pick up just a tad. Larissa took a step back into the hallway and started to pull the door closed behind her.

“Larissa, wait.”

The blonde froze in her movements, her brow furrowing as her gaze shot up to meet your own. You swallowed thickly.

“Do you want help? Moving all your stuff back?”

You held your breath as Larissa stared. Then, her face lit up with a bright, beautiful smile, red lips curling up at the edges and sparkling blue eyes crinkling at the outer corners.

“I would love that.”

x

[fadingdaggerr]

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

pearlescent (18+ minors, dni)

pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello, my angel!”

You chuckle, “it’s just me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

—☽—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Potentially,” she mimics, amused.

—☽—

Nevermore has officially put Byron’s Home to shame.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—☽—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—☽—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

feedback appreciated as always

[cissyenthusiast010155]

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

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

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

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

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

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

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

Enjoy (;

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

9pm… On a Friday…

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

“Hey Love!” You exclaimed from the kitchen.

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

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

“ ‘Rissa…?” You softly spoke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The woman bit her lip and nodded.

“Deep breaths for me ‘Rissa please.”

Larissa listened to you and took a few deep breaths.

“Have you eaten?” You asked.

She nodded.

“Stress eating…” your wife mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course, Love… Anytime” you comforted.

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

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

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

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

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

“Is this alright…?” You gently asked.

Larissa nodded vigorously.

“Yesss…” she breathed out.

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

“You wanna talk about it…?”

You received a strangled sigh from her in return.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You brought your fingers to Larissa’s mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Larissa Weems Masterlist

[carmillascrusade]

Of Eden II |Larissa Weems x f!reader

Summary: R wakes up in an unfamiliar place but soon experiences dream-like trances that have her questioning everything. Word count: 4,618

A/N: Uhm… so sorry this took like 6? months to get done. Hopefully, if all goes to plan, I’ll have this finished fairly soon. @barbarasstar

Link to part one.

You sluggishly blinked awake, the white of the room blindingly bright, despite only being illuminated by the warm light of the candles scattered around the room. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust, and as you looked around, you realised that you were in an unfamiliar place. Memories from the night before came to you in short flashes. Popping up here and there; each flash accompanied by a throbbing pain right behind your eye sockets. 

Your throat was dry. Unbearably so. Each intake of breath grating against the fleshy inside of your mouth like sandpaper. A painful cough clawed its way out of your mouth, another soon following its wake, and another, and another. 

Your limbs felt heavy as you tried to move in an attempt to find a glass of water to quell the raging storm inside your throat, weighed down and pinned to the bed as if they were made of lead. Your chest began to feel constricted as you realised just how bad of a situation you were in. Squeezing tighter, tighter as you struggled to do anything in your disorientated state. 

Tears burned in the corner of your eyes. Mocking your futile attempts to save yourself. Mocking your inability to wipe them away. Shakily exhaling, you took in your surroundings as best you could, scouting out possible escape routes. The room was massive, with high ceilings and luxurious furnishings. 

Everything seemed to be in shades of gold and white, giving it a royal and opulent feel. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, each centring around a silver haired woman, and the floor was covered in soft, plush carpets. But despite the grandeur of the room, it felt cold and unwelcoming. No amount of lixwry could hide the ominous atmosphere the room emanated.  As you struggled to sit up, you noticed a note on the bedside table. You drew it closer with shaking hands, reading the writing scrawled elegantly across the small card:

'Welcome to your new home, darling. Please get comfortable. You will be taken care of here as long as you abide by the rules. 

      Yours, L.W.' Your body trembled as you read over the note. Again and again, desperately trying to convince yourself that you were anywhere but here. This couldn’t be happening. No. Surely not. But the evidence was all there; you were trapped with no way out.  

Who was L.W? How long would you be trapped in this lavish room? Would you make it out of here alive?  As you sat there, heart and mind racing with questions, the door swung open with a thud. A fitting entrance for the tall, imposing figure that followed. She was dressed in a sharp suit that looked like it had been taken from an old magazine, an air of authority surrounding her as she stalked into the room, like a predator would its territory. You went to speak, ask for answers, anything, but your voice caught in your throat as she approached and you realised just who was standing in front of you.  The woman from before. The woman from the tapestries.  She explained, albeit briefly, that you had been chosen to join her faith. After all, a brave soul such as yourself, who had ventured into the woods all alone, would be the perfect addition to her group. More like cult, you thought bitterly. Your fear quickly turned to anger as you realised you were being held as a prisoner for someone else's gain. Yet, try as you might, you couldn't deny the allure of the luxurious lifestyle she was offering so generously to you. 

Were you willing to trade your freedom for a life of extravagance? As you  grappled with this inner turmoil, you couldn't help but be mesmerized everything surrounding you. But deep down, you knew that this was not your true home. And no amount of luxury could compensate for the loss of your freedom.

The white haired woman stared at you. Her piercing gaze unnerving as you stared right back, wide eyed and skittish. You carefully studied her, subtly checking for any indication of threat. Your fingers gripped the ropes binding you to the bedpost, limbs itching to be released so you could escape the wolf grinning at you. 

“Now, are you going to be good? Or shall I leave you bound to the bed?” Her eyes flashed dangerously, a silent warning to obey her orders. 

“I-“ You croaked out hoarsely, face heating up in embarrassment. “I’ll be good.”

She hummed lowly before snapping her fingers and turning her attention towards the now open door. A young girl, no older than 20 came rushing in. She barely glanced in your direction before bowing in piety. A squeak sounded out in the room, drawing both sets of eyes on you in a millisecond. You looked at the… maid before making eye contact with the goddess-like creature once more. 

Your bottom lip quivered in a poor attempt at containing your sobs. You were so confused. Why were you here? What was she going to do with you? She rushed over to you, dismissing the maid with an order of bringing food to you, before cupping your face in between the palms of her hands. 

“Oh, sweet girl. Whatever troubles you so?” The question dripped off her tongue saccharine sweet, lulling you into a false sense of security. 

Your nose nuzzled against her left hand in an attempt to hide your face from her inquisitive stare. A soft ‘tsk’ was the only warning you got before she brought you to face her with, holding your chin securely between her thumb and pointer finger. 

“I asked you a question.” That dangerous lily was back and you couldn’t help but shrink into yourself as far as humanly possible. 

“You-“ Your voice trembled, drifting off into a quiet whisper nearing the end, your confidence dwindling with every passing second. “You have… taken me. I- I don’t even know your name or what you want…”

Another hum. Her fingers twisted your face. Up and down. Left and right. Inspecting you thoroughly, as if you were mere goods being shown to a prospective buyer. Her scrutinising gaze made your skin prickle. It felt like she was dissecting your every detail, analysing each feature and storing the information for later. 

And you inspected her in kind. 

She possessed a striking beauty; one that belied her station as a mere human. Her hair, pinned up pristinely, framed her face sculpted with high cheekbones and a delicate, porcelain complexion. But, you had found that her eyes were her most captivating feature. Round and an unnatural shade of icy blue. They had a piercing quality to them, capable of both intense scrutiny and a soft, almost gentle gaze. Her lips, full and plump, were painted a deep shade of crimson that commanded attention- a colour that matched her aura of authority swimmingly. 

She had seemingly found what she was looking for, pulling away from you with a parting grin. You subconsciously followed after her with, your neck straining to keep her close before you realised what you were doing and shrank back into the silk covered pillows of the bed. 

The girl that had scurried out at the abnormally tall woman’s command cleared her throat to signal her return. Your captor payed her no attention, though. Instead opting to seat herself by your legs before reaching for the tray with your meal on. A dismissive wave was shot in the girls direction, yet she lingered. 

She looked up then. The slight arch of brow only adding to her air of sophistication, the downturn of her lips giving away her unhappiness at the girls refusal to follow orders. She stared at her. Not the way she stared at you, no. Now, her eyes her hard, the roundness from before disappearing before your eyes as they narrowed in mild infuriation. She was goading her. Challenging her to speak and disobey the dismissal given. 

“I- Uhm,” the girl looked as if caught in a trap, hesitant on speaking but following through with her disobedience anyway. “I wanted to ask if you required my company tonight, my lady?” 

The blonde’s gaze flicked to you briefly before answering. “No. Your company from here on out will not be needed. Dismissed.” 

The finale word was said with such finality, such contempt that you couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for the girl in front of you. Even as she glared at you before storming out of the room and disappearing back into the dark hallway from whence she came. 

“Now then, where were we?” Her full attention was back on you now. The shift in her facade evident once she turned to face you. She seemed… softer somehow. If that was even possible. 

Lithe fingers reached out to grab your wrist. Starting you momentarily due to the unexpected contact; your body still in hyperdrive, not quite content with being comfortable in the environment you had found yourself in. Short nails lightly scratched against your skin, petting your wrist, before moving to undo your binds. 

As soon as your hands were free you pushed yourself into a seated position, hand rubbing delicately at the red marks adorning your wrists. The cult leader reached for you once more. A hand stretched out in offering, instead of just grabbing you like she did before. 

Your eyes, large and frightful, frantically moved between her hand and her face, checking for any indicator of ill intent. Finding none, you decided that it would be better to play along with her rather than resist- lest you find out what she did to punish insubordination. 

You slowly extended your hand towards hers, hesitant to move too fast. She grasped your hand then, running her fingers over your wrist soothingly before bringing it up to place a graceful kiss atop of the affected area. 

“Larissa.” She breathed against your skin. 

You squeaked in confusion, abruptly being pulled out of your mesmerisation at the sweet notes of her voice. Her eyes flicked up to meet yours before she placed a finale kiss on your wrist and sat up straight once more. Her eyes crinkled at your furrowed brows, the crows feet in the corner of her eyes defined beautifully under the flicker of candlelight. Her allure was strong, drawing you closer and closer, threatening to drown you if you weren’t careful. 

“My name, little lamb.”

Oh. 

“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman, my lady.” You whispered ever so sweetly. If you were going to get out of this alive there was no use in fighting with her. Hopefully flattery was enough to placate her for the time being. 

She grinned at that. A bright, Cheshire Cat grin that was oddly disturbing despite its appeal. She puffed out a breathy laugh, something you would have considered endearing if presented to you in an entirely different situation. 

“I see I’ve captured myself quite the charmer.” Her eyes twinkled again, brimming with something you couldn’t quite define. 

A pale palm cupped your face, her free hand bringing a strawberry up to your lips. She withheld eye contact as you bit into the offered fruit, her gaze dropping lower, watching the trickle of juice slither down your chin and neck. The hand cupping your face moved down, following the path that the juice took, wiping away the sticky substance before popping her thumb into her mouth. 

“Sweet. Although there are no need for formalities, my dear. My title is used by mere servants, followers of my cult, but you… you are no follower. The right to use my name is yours and yours alone.”

Her thumb was brushing against your bottom lip, swiping left to right and back again. She was looking at you yet her mind was preoccupied. With thoughts of what, you didn’t know. 

“I’m glad you found your way back to me.” It was breathed in such a genuine tone, one full of longing and a deep sense of sadness. 

With that she got up and left. Leaving you in a dumbfounded stupor. Why was she speaking to you like she had known you for years? You sighted in frustration, fiddling with the fruit she had left for you before deciding to get some rest. 

Hopefully you would be able to get some answers come morning. 

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Walking through the dimly lit, narrow corridors you couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. Larissa’s bedchambers seemed to be the only modern thing in this entire area for miles- and you were using modern generously. You had found yourself in a castle looking over a gaping ravine. The chirping songs of birds and the rushing waterfall providing constant background noise in the otherwise silent estate. 

Larissa, well you were assuming it was her, had laid an elegant gown out for you at the bottom of the bed. It flowed with an elegance fit for nobility. Although the design was medieval at best. Rich, silk fabric made up the majority of the gown and it shimmered in the light with a deep, jewel-toned hue of emerald. The bodice was fitted, accentuating your silhouette, and was decorated with fine gold embroidery depicting flowers and vines; the back laces intricately with ribbons. 

The gowns neckline was modest but still elegant, embellished with delicate lace. Long, billowing sleeves cascaded from your shoulders, flaring out dramatically at the wrist. Your skirt flowed generously from the waist, kissing the floor with each step you took.

You were attempting, and failing, to find where you were supposed to eat. Your stomach grumbled loudly in annoyance at your inability to find a source of food. You huffed then, instead turning to look out over the balcony peering out over the cliff side. A faint breeze caused your hair to dance wildly in the wind. The scenery was beautiful. It really was. 

You couldn’t help but feel a sense of Deja Vu; as if you had been here before. As if the landscape was familiar to you. 

“My lady?” A meek voice asked. 

You turned around the face the girl addressing you, momentarily glimpsing her face before being hit with a strange dream-like trance. 

Larissa stood with you on the balcony, left hand entwined with yours as the other brought a goblet of wine to her lips. Her thumb rubbed circles against the back of your hand. You giggled like a schoolgirl, your flushed cheeks evidence of the wine taking effect, and lent into her side. 

“It’s beautiful, don’t you think?” She asked, eyes set on the moonlit waterfall. 

Your eyes raked over her slim neck and the soft jawline attached, fingers tenderly reaching out to caress her face. “Yes.” You agreed. “The view is beautiful, my love.”

You watched her lips quirked upwards, thinning into a knowing smirk as she turned to face you. She grasped the hand cupping her face, turning her head to nuzzle your palm before pressing a chaste kiss to the centre. 

“You weren’t even looking.” She accused, eyes narrowing playfully. 

“No. But my view was much grander.”

A throat cleared nervously. Your attention was then cast on the serving girl, Maura if you remembered correctly. 

“My lady..”

Maura’s shaking of your shoulders brought you back to the present. Her face coloured with worry before shifting back into an easy smile. “My lady, are you alright? I lost you for a moment there.”

“Yes… Maura, I’m quite alright. What was it that you needed?” The name slipped from your tongue before you could stop it and you watched as her eyes widened in shock briefly, yet she chose not to mention it which you were grateful for. 

“Mistress sent me to fetch you to break your fast.” She murmured. 

Maura tugged at your arm slightly, pulling you towards a large, ornate oak door a short walk from where you were currently standing. You allowed her to tug you along, mind preoccupied with the odd dream you had. No. It could’ve have been a dream. It was far too realistic, it felt more like a memory than something your mind could conjure up on its own. Besides, if it was merely a dream, you wouldn’t have known Maura’s name. 

After a fairly short walk, Maura directed you towards a seat beside Larissa on the elevated platform at the front of the great hall. She smiled as you approached, that same dazzling smile that was new but familiar at the same time. Her hand reached for yours once you had settled into the seat next to her. 

Hot breath brushed against your ear as she whispered to you. “You look ravishing, my dear. Utterly delectable if I do say so myself.” 

Your cheeks heated at the compliment. You couldn’t help but flash her a small smile, still confused at what you had experienced just moments before. You were about to question her on what was really transpiring here before the girl from your, no Larissa’s, bedchamber caught your eye. She was stood behind Larissa, eyes focussed dangerously on you. Her stare was perpetuate, causing you to grasp Larissa’s hand, seeking comfort from the one woman you probably should fear. She did kidnap you, after all. 

“Larissa?” 

“Hmm?”

“That girl.” You pointed her out. “Who is she?” 

Larissa followed the tilt of your head, puffing  out a frustrated sigh at the sight of the girl. “Beatrice. A girl who forgets her station.” It was growled out with such contempt that you reeled back slightly. 

“She looks at me as if she wishes to slaughter me. Yet I’m unsure why.” You pressed, itching for Larissa to take pity on you and hopefully do something about this… Beatrice. If she was gone then that was one less threat to you; the largest being Larissa herself. 

“The girl fancies me.” She sighed out. “Unfortunately, I shared her company once and now she believes that I belong to her. It is terribly irritating.”

Your face fell, a rush of jealousy burying its way into you. You felt the overwhelming urge to cry, unbeknownst to you why. Larissa had slept with a woman? A woman who was not you. For some unknown reason, this knowledge sat heavily in your stomach, twisting a churning around hideously. You felt sick. 

Larissa seemed to catch on to your crestfallen attitude; the grip on your hand tightening as she pulled you as close as your seated position would allow. “My darling girl, you misunderstand me. She merely kept me company whilst I read one night. Nothing more.” 

“Oh?” You eyed her wearily, desperately searching her eyes. For what, you didn’t know. However, your mind seemed to find what it was looking for and your stomach settled down. 

“If you were in the right mind, you would know that I belong to you, lamb. And you alone.” She whispered it so quietly that you wouldn’t have heard it if your attention was elsewhere. But you did. And you didn’t know what to make of that. 

“What are we doing today?” You opted to change the conversation instead. 

“Well, I thought we could get you reacquainted with the castle and then it’s up to you really.” 

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” 

“No. Not today.” 

“I see.” 

Your stomach protested in hunger once more and you finally turned your attention to the food in front of you. Thick slices of dark bread, fresh from the oven, sat at the centre of your plate. The warm, yeasty aroma mingled heavenly with the scent of the other  dishes presented to you. A generous slab of ham and salty bacon sat between you and Larissa, glistening invitingly. Beside them sat a heaping pile of scrambled eggs. 

Wooden bowls full of hearty porridge, sweetened with honey and dried fruits sat to the right of your plate. A collection of seasonal fruits to the left of Larissa’s. Your glass was full of milk and Larissa’s a sweet smelling tea. 

You couldn’t wait to tuck in. 

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Larissa’s arm was warm beneath your own. Following your conversation before breakfast, Larissa had whispered a command to a close adviser of hers which swiftly ended with Beatrice being taken away. You knew, deep down, that you should feel guilty for the hand you played in harming another, but if it meant that you were one step closer to safety you would do it again in a heartbeat. 

She had given you a tour of the castle after dinner and you had noticed her keenly watching you and your facial expressions out of the corner of her eye. The escape plan you had devised was mediocre to say the least. But it would have to do. 

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the bridge you were walking down, an eerie silence settling over you. You shivered slightly and Larissa noticed right away. She let go of your arm, reaching up to her neck to undo the clasp of her cloak before proceeding to drape it around you. 

Immediately after placing it on you, you were engulfed in a comforting warmth; Larissa’s scent almost suffocating you with how potent it is. She seemed pleased at your acceptance of her chivalry if her little hum was anything to go by. 

Over and over, you were going through the escape plan in your head. You had seen some of the maids slip out from the chapel so you could only hope that the exit resided somewhere in there.  Besides, your suspicions were confirmed when Larissa forbade you from going in there. 

Larissa came to a halt, causing you to stumble slightly at the unexpected stop. She looked down at you before speaking to you as one would a child, soft and nurturing. 

“You will be sleeping in my chambers for the time being. That way I can easily keep an eye on you.” You made a noise of protest which only made her chuckle. “Ah-ah, none of that now. Be grateful that I’m not chaining you to the bed, sweet girl.” 

Head hanging low, you entered the room, following closely behind the tall, platinum haired woman. She directed you to a dresser in the corner of the room and as soon as you touched the handles you were transported into another dream… 

Larissa stood behind you, lips painting your neck red as her hands wandered up and down your sides, aching to get as close to you as possible. You chuckled lightly at your wife’s antics; she was always clingy after delivering a sermon. 

Her hands moved to rest over your stomach, rubbing soft circles there while you continued to rummage through your dresser. “Enjoying yourself, my love?” 

“You know I am. How could I not when i get to call a  beautiful woman my wife.” She breathed, pressing herself even closer. 

You grinned at that. Choosing to reward Larissa’s sweet talking with a chaste kiss on her lips. One kiss not enough it seems; as Larissa clutched your face against hers in an instant, deepening the kiss until you were both left breathless and gasping for air. 

Turning around to face her, you pressed one more kiss to her lips before resting your forehead against her own.  She grasped your hips with a firm yet gentle touch. Elegant fingers flexed ever so subtly against you. 

She gazed at you fondly from above. It seemed your wife couldn’t get enough of you recently- not that you were complaining. You basked in Larissa’s attention, soaking it up as if it was your lifeline. Larissa was the moon, yes the moon not the sun. For the sun was destructive, all consuming in its heated wake but Larissa… your Larissa was a source of light in the darkness, guiding you when you felt unsure. Your Larissa was anything but destructive. 

“How are your duties as priestess treating you?” You asked quietly, shrugging off your dress as you winded down for the night. 

She sighed into your hair, locking eyes with you in the mirror. “As good as it can, sweet lamb. Although I can’t complain much. It got us this castle after all.”

You hummed in agreement. “They treat you like you’re the goddess herself.” 

“Aren’t I? The goddess has given me these gifts for a reason. I am the chosen one. Nobody on this earth can match the power I hold.” Her eyes had misted over with a look you couldn’t decipher. The woman looking at you in the mirror wasn’t your Larissa. No. This was a woman possessed by the promise of something greater- a promise that would never be fulfilled because it wasn’t meant to be. 

That was the first night Larissa had acted in such a manner. And in all honesty, it frightened you. Terribly so 

“Are you alright?” The concerned lilt of her voice snapped you out of the… memory? Your head was beginning to hurt. Everything was just so confusing. Why are you seeing these things? Are they dreams? Memories?

Your eyes started to throb uncomfortably, the beginning stages of a migraine presenting itself. The drawer handles taunted you, daring you to touch them again. 

“I can pick out your nightwear if you’d like?” Her hands came to rest over yours, giving them a reassuring squeeze. 

“Yes. I think that would be for the best. Thank you.” You distractedly muttered back. 

You distinctly register Larissa sifting through the top drawer. She tutted quietly in frustration, apparently not being able to find suitable nightwear for you, but you barely noticed; too stuck in your own head to pay attention to her. Unanswered questions cast themselves over you in a thick fog. The thriving behind your eyes becoming even more prominent as time ticked on. 

Larissa had taken to looking h t rough her own nightwear to find something for you. One glance at your drawers and she knew she’d have to find a more suitable option. Since the clothes that resided in the drawers stood in front of you belonged to the old you. Not the person who you were now. 

She didn’t think you would appreciate sleeping next to her in one of your short slips; the ones Larissa gifted you with a ‘you’d look ravishing in this, my dear’. No. At this very moment in time you weren’t yourself. You didn’t know who Larissa was or… well, you didn’t even know who you were. 

The blonde woman watched you out of the corner of her eye. Her lips cast downwards, a frown marring her otherwise perfect features as she studied your hazy form. Perhaps it was a mistake bringing you back here. Perhaps she should have left you there, in the world of your choosing. But, was it a crime to bring you home? Surely you wanted to be here. After all of those years, you had been the one to find her. You had returned to her. 

She coaxed you into one of her nightgowns without much hassle. An ivory white thing, floor length and worn down with time. She had expected you to argue against her getting in bed with you. But you didn’t. You just lied there unmoving, staring at the dresser you had touched beforehand. 

Larissa hoped desperately that you would recover to your former self. She couldn’t stand to see you a shell of the woman she loved. Her fingers brushed through the small cotters in your hair, silently vowing that she would do anything to have you by her side once more. 

Even if it meant giving up the power she held so dear.

A/N II: guys just bear with me… I roughly know where this is going and I plan for it to have a happy ending.

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Sick day in the dorm

Pairings: Principal Weems x Student!reader (platonic) || Marilyn Thornhill x Student!reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.8K

Summary: Reader doesn’t show up for class, so Weems and Thornhill grow concerned. What happens when your too sick to let them into your dorm?

TW: Throwing up, fainting, general illness stuff,

A/n First Wednesday Addams fandom fic!!!

Ms Thornhill was growing concerned. It was almost twenty minutes into her lesson, and you were still not here. Pausing the lesson to glare at the empty seat in the back of the classroom she decided to ask.

“Has anyone seen Ms L/n today?” She said watching heads snap up from textbooks around the classroom. Her frown only deepened when she heard a chorus of ‘no’s’ come from the class.

“If it helps Ms Thornhill… Y/n hasn’t shown up to any classes all day.” Enid said and Ms Thornhill’s feeling worsened.

“How come it hasn’t been reported?” She said. Enid simply shrugged.

“None of the other teachers noticed.” She replied and Ms Thornhill’s concern grew. It was almost the fifth lesson of the day; you should have shown some signs of life. She shoved her worries down, she would go check your dorm after class, she had a planning period next she could spare.

As the rest of the lesson passed, she got rid of her nervous energy by watering the various plants around the room. When class finally finished, she dismissed the students and folded all of her papers and placed them in her desk. Taking a quick glance around the classroom to ensure it would be ok until she returned, she left the room and locked the door behind her.

Walking down the halls to your dorm the school was quiet as the students had one more class until lunch. She rounded the corner until she was stood in front of your dorm door. You had a single dorm which despite being uncommon seemed to work quite well for you as you often needed your own space to recharge your social battery. Drawing a breath, she knocked on the door, frowning at the following silence.

“Ms L/n if you are in there, please let me in. Your absence is unacceptable.” Again, there was no response.

“If you don’t respond soon, I will enter.” She said knowing it was her responsibility to make sure you were safe. With no response she tried the door handle cursing softly when she found it locked.

After a minute she tried knocking again. This time she heard some shuffling inside indicating you were alive at least. After a moment the shuffling stopped, and she heard a loud bang. Knowing it was now imperative to get to you she called through the door again.

“Y/n sit tight I’ll be right back; I’m going to get the key.” She said hurriedly and raced off to principle weems office. Luckily your dorm wasn’t too far from her office. Which wasn’t surprising as you weren’t the most obedient student. You did well academically but were a royal pain in the ass when it came to your pranks and troublemaking.

Rounding a few more corners Ms Thornhill knocked in quick succession on the principle's door.

A soft “come in” sounded from inside and she burst in startling the principle.

“Marilyn what’s the meaning of this?” She asked raising a brow. Ms Thornhill braced her hands on her knees panting as Weems rounded her desk to place a hand on her back.

“Breathe Marilyn.” She said growing concerned. “Whats the matter?”

“Its… Y/n” she panted and the principle grimaced.

“What has she done now?”

“Not what… what she hasn’t done.” She caught her breath as the principle frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“She hasn’t been present in her classes all day and I went to her dorm to get her its locked. I heard shuffling and then a bang. I don’t think she’s ok.” She said and weems frowned.

“Come then.” She said motioning for Marilyn to follow as she walked briskly to you room, keys in hand. As she got closer, she fiddled with the keys to find the right one. The clicking of her heels stopped in front of your door.

“Ms L/n you are to let us in, or we will enter with the key.” Weems said needing to warn you. With no response Weems placed the key in the lock and listened for the small click as the mechanism turned over. Gently opening the door, she peered in not seeing you. Opening the door, the rest of the way she caught sight of you sprawled out on the floor by the desk unconscious.

“Y/N!” principle weems called and rushed over to your side, crouching in heels. Ms Thornhill was close behind as she sat behind you and pulled your head into her lap as she cradled your body.

“She feels quite warm Larissa.” She said and the principle shuffled to a kneeling position as she laid the back of her hand against your damp forehead. She hummed in agreement. After a moment to gauge your temperate she began to rub a soothing hand up and down your exposed arm.

“Y/n/n darling you need to wake up hun.” She said moving to tap your cheek. You looked exhausted. Dressed only in your sleep attire of a large, oversized T-shirt and boxers with little stars on them. The two teachers were unbothered more focused on ensuring you were ok.

“Larissa, do you know why she may have passed out?”

“Most likely due to her high fever. We will need to measure it and get her into bed once she wakes up. Until then i don’t want to move her.” Weems said as she gently pressed her hand to your cheek again to check the temperature of your skin. She frowned at the heat she felt. Moving to rub your arm again she began trying to rouse you again.

“Y/n/n wake up darling. You need to wake up for us love.” She said and watched your eyes screw up tight.

“There we go. Come on darling you can do it.” She said and squeezed your bicep as you blinked and squinted. Closing your eyes quickly and groaning.

“There we are. Welcome back darling. You gave us quite a scare.” She said knowing the worst wasn’t yet over until they had tamed your raging fever.

“Come here darling.” She said and placed an arm under your legs and back to lift you into a princess carry. Gently she sat on your unmade bed and swung her legs over, so you rested across her body.

“Marilyn could you please grab some medicine from the nurse and a wet rag?” The principle asked and Ms Thornhill nodded and left briskly.

“Hmm why didn’t you come find one of us darling?” Weems ask as she brushed the damp curls from your forehead. You mumbled something incoherent, and she chuckled as you buried your face in her stomach as you were completely unaware of what you were doing in your fevered state. Weems patted the back of your head and said softly.

“You're not so much of a troublemaker now are you darling? Hmm? This fever seems to make you quite the snuggler. your much less of a problem like this aren’t you darling?” She said and you hummed in agreement not really knowing what you were agreeing to. She chuckled and ran a hand through your hair.

“It's alright. Ms Thornhill will be back soon, and we can get some medicine into you darling.” She said and as if summoned, the teacher in question entered and handed over some tablets and a glass of water before going into the ensuite to dampen the rag.

After coaxing you into taking the medicine and pressing the glass to your lips the principle guided you head back into the crook of her arm. She pressed the thermometer to your temple as it beeped, she frowned.

“Marilyn? Do you have that rag? She’s far too hot. 102.8” she said, and you winced. “Sorry love.” She said softly as she stroked your cheek which was radiating heat. The normie teacher emerged and draped the cool cloth over your forehead as you whined at the cold contact. Weems shushed you.

“I know, i know darling but it will help.” She said pulling your hand away from where you tried to remove the cloth. She held you hand and looked back up at the other teacher. You rolled over into weems more and wrapped your arms around her midsection muttering something that sounded suspiciously like the word mama. Weems elected to ignore the slip up and began to talk in hushed tones with Ms Thornhill. You were incoherent and needed to be attended to.

The nurse was simply on call for the day meaning she wasn’t scheduled for a whole day whereas you would need constant surveillance in order to get rid of the fever that was tearing through you. You shivered in her arms and weems patted you back as you curled into her more looking for warmth. She winced at the heat; you were burning up. She pulled you away for a second ignoring your whine to check you temp again with her hand. She hummed. Before she could say something, you sat up looking pale as the cloth fell from your forehead and into the principles lap.

The normie teacher recognised the look all too well and was quick to grab the empty bin by your desk before darting back to place it in your lap. After a second you gagged and buried your face in the bin. Your hand gripped onto the bin tightly as Weems placed a hand on the bin to steady it, her eyes widening as you began to actually throw up. She rubbed you back while Ms Thornhill whispered words of reassurance as you were sick.

“It’s alright, its ok Y/n/n. Everything’s ok.” She said as you began to cry, confused and sick from the fever. After minute the gagging stopped, and you flopped back against principle weems shoulder burying you face in her neck. Ms Thornhill who you hadn’t seen leave handed you a small cap of mouthwash as you swished it around and spat it into the bin.

The teacher wordlessly took the bin to the bathroom after ensuring you were done. Weems pulled you back into her lap on the bed as Ms Thornhill washed out the bin in the shower without complaint. After a moment lying in her arms Weems replaced the cloth which was still cool somehow and watched your eyes flicker shut.

“Sleep now Y/n I’ll be here when you wake darling, I’m not going anywhere.”

She said and you fell asleep there on your bed in your nightclothes in the arms of your principle with your botany teacher cleaning out your vomit from a bin in your bathroom. Forget fever dreams your life was insane.

MASTERLIST

[v3nusxsky]

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

~👋

Definitely deserved

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

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

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Take a Look in the Mirror (!!!)

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Fem!reader

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

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

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

“Alright, I’ll see you then.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Don't expect a call | Xavier Thorpe x Addams!Reader

Summary: Your and Xavier's relationship unexpectedly turn into something else over the summer

Word count: 1.9k

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Following the death of Principal Weems, the rest of the semester was canceled and everyone went home. Students and parents crowded the hall with their suitcases, making it difficult to navigate. Lurch would be picking you and Wednesday up, but you needed to find your sister first.

Your shoulder was still tender from the arrow you took during the battle against Crackstone, but it was healing well. There will undoubtedly be a scar, but nothing too noticeable.

Your eyes searched for a pink blob, figuring Wednesday would be with Enid. Since the battle, the two have been attached to the hip.

During your search, your eyes fell on Xavier at the top of the stairs, leaning against the railing. He waved and you lifted your eyebrows. What could he want?

The heels of your shoes clicked as you walked up the stairs and made your way to Xavier. You and him had started on the wrong foot at your arrival at Nevermore, but you were good now.

A smile grew on his face when you appeared in his sightline, happy to see you were on your two feet and well. He tried to visit you at the infirmary, but you were already gone when he showed up.

''I heard you're a free man now,'' you said flatly.

Xavier nodded once. ''Yep. All charges dismissed.''

Although you weren't the one who wrongly framed him, you felt a little responsible for the time he spent behind bars. Wednesday needed to apologize for what she put him through. Those days and nights he spent in the small cell must've been long, sad and lonely — even for a solitaire like Xavier.

''I got you something. It's a thank you for taking that arrow for me. You didn't have to do that.'' He handed you a black box with a matching ribbon, trying to conceal how smitten he was for you. ''Welcome to the 21st century, Addams.''

You opened the top, impressed by the fancy wrapping, and revealed the small object inside the box: a brand new and shiny cell phone. Your eyes shifted to the gift giver.

''My number's in there already.''

''It's bold of you to assume I would need it.'' You closed the box. ''I hope you don't expect me to call you.''

Xavier shook his head. He would be waiting forever. ''No. Never. But I'd settle for a text, though.''

''Goodbye, Xavier.''

*

For the first weeks of being home, you ignored every one of his texts. You made it look like you didn't care, but deep down you were very happy to get a message from him. Thing kept telling you it was rude to not answer and that you should text him back, but Xavier knew to expect nothing from you. You doubted he was offended by your silence.

After a full month of silence, you started giving him short answers once in a while. He was surprised the first time you replied. He even sent you a shocked emoji of his face. But you had to tell him that the quote he was reciting was wrong.

And, you were starting to miss him. Just a little.

One late evening, you found yourself looking him up on social media. There were mostly artsy pictures of tubes of paint and dirty brushes, paintings, a garden you assumed to be in his backyard, and the most recent, a selfie of him and Ajax. According to the posting date, it had been taken a few days ago. You noticed Xavier's hair had gotten longer. He was now able to do a full ponytail without having shorter pieces falling out at the front.

He looked handsome.

*

Summer came, and so did Enid. After begging her parents to let her take a flight across the country to visit you and Wednesday — mostly Wednesday —, they finally agreed. Her mom said it was her reward for finally wolfing out, which sounded wrong to your ears.

Your parents were surprised when they saw her coming out of the Addams' black Cadillac, looking the exact opposite of their daughters, but they grew fond of her very quickly. After two days, she was already part of the family.

While Wednesday was slowly and secretly falling for the sweet werewolf who favored the color pink, you caught yourself developing feelings for Xavier. He had taught you how to make video calls and it was so much better than texting.

''What is this called again?'' you asked, seeing Xavier's face through the small screen.

''Facetime.''

''Oh. Yes.'' You always forgot the name. ''I like this.'' I like seeing you.

Xavier smiled, his dimples poking through his cheeks.

You began talking about the black dahlias you grew in your mother's greenhouse and although Xavier didn't know shit about plants and flowers, he listened to everything you had to say. He loved listening to your voice.

As summer went on, it was getting more and more difficult for him to hide his feelings. Even through a screen. He was falling hard for you. But you didn't like him that way and, although he deeply wished you would feel the same, he respected that. He liked you so much that he just wanted to be around you — or in your life —, including being okay with being placed in the friendzone, even if that was obviously the last place he wanted to be.

*

The leaves began changing colors and Lurch drove the Addams clan to the academy. A single black dahlia rested on your lap, which earned a confused look from your sister. If you wanted to bring flowers to your dorm, wouldn't it have been more practical to bring a pot?

You ignored her question and went back to looking out the window until the gates of Nevermore Academy came in sight. A strange feeling bubbled in your stomach and your mother didn't fail to notice the slight twitch of your lips.

After saying goodbye to your parents and Pugsley, Wednesday left to find Enid and your eyes searched the quad for Xavier. You spotted his best friend, and found the green eyed artist by his side.

A small smile curled on your lips, but you quickly composed yourself. To make up, you gave a death stare to the first year boy on your right. He quickly hung his head down. It wasn't nice, but you had a reputation to maintain.

Raising your eyes back to Xavier, you watched as he laughed at something Ajax must have said. It was nice to see him in person and not trapped in a tiny phone screen.

You smoothed your dress and went to him. ''Hi.''

Xavier's attention snapped the second you opened your mouth, a melody to his ears. ''Hi,'' he greeted back, trying to fight the smile on his face but failing.

Beside him, Ajax bit back a snicker, then excused himself.

''This is for you,'' you said, handing him the black dahlia you were holding. ''Grown in my personal greenhouse.''

A soft flush coloring his cheeks. Xavier acted standoffish with everyone, but you had him wrapped around your little finger.

A misogynist would be offended, saying men offer flowers to women. Not Xavier.

He accepted the single flower and twirled it between his fingers. ‘’It’s beautiful. Looks more a deep burgundy and a deep mahogany than black, though.’’

You scoffed lightly. ‘’Trying to impress me with your artist vocabulary?’’

‘’Is it working?’’

‘’No.’’

The corner of his mouth curled.

He would never admit it out loud, but Xavier loved when you’re mean to him. Your blunt honesty and one-liners that knocked people off their pedestals was part of your personality and he found it endearing.

Xavier's phone alarm went off and his smile fell. He fished the device out of his pocket, then read the reminder with a disappointed face. ‘’I gotta go. I have a video appointment with my therapist in ten minutes.’’

You didn't want him to leave, but you couldn't hold him back.

‘’Okay. I'll see you later.’’

‘’Do you...want to walk with me to the dormitory?’’ Xavier asked, holding his breath as he waited for your answer.

You gave him a single nod and headed toward the right aisle of the Academy.

As you were walking, Xavier’s arm could brush yours from time to time. Each time it did, you felt spiders in your stomach. You could smell his cologne too. A mix of pine and something else you couldn't decipher.

‘’After Dr. Kinbott's death and everything that followed, my father was quick to find me a new therapist. An expensive one that would fix all of his son’s crazies in the most secrecy.’’ Xavier scoffed, shaking his head at his father's terrible parenting. ’’She’s been helping me deal with the aftermath of my arrest and put order into my thoughts. I thought my life would go back to how it was before I got arrested, but it didn’t. Although I was proven innocent, some still believe I murdered those people.’’

‘’Tyler was the monster—’’ you quickly said.

‘’I know.’’ He dropped his head, his next words quieter. ‘’But I guess it’s easier to believe an outcast did it than the sheriff’s ‘normie’ son...’’

This made your heart ache for Xavier. He may be obstinate and irrational at times, but he would never murder somebody. Especially not Rowan, who he used to call his roommate and friend. They had a fallout a little before his death, but nothing that would have pushed Xavier to kill him.

If you heard anyone say something bad about him, they better run or they'll know what you're capable of. The Addams were known to be crazy, but you preferred to say wildly devoted to the ones you love — whether it be a friend, a family member or a lover. There's nothing you wouldn't do to defend or protect the ones you cared about.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you reached the boys' dormitory.

That walk was over way too soon.

‘’Xavier?’’ He shifted his green eyes down at you, your height difference more apparent when you were standing close. ‘’Before we part, there's something I need to tell you.’’

He drew his eyebrows, a wash of concern over his face. ‘’I’m listening.’’

‘’This summer has been revealing for me. I found in you a friend I didn't know I needed. I've always been a lonely person and I'm comfortable that way, but it's nice to have a friend. But as the days and weeks went by, I found myself looking forward to your every text and call and sometimes, I never wanted them to end,’’ you admitted transparently. ‘’It took me a while to figure out why I was feeling that way and why I always had spiders in my stomach every time someone mentioned your name. Xavier, I…I think I want us to be more than friends. I don’t know if that’s how I’m supposed to say it, but—’’

Just like in those horrifying normies rom-coms, Xavier crashed his lips on yours, interrupting you with a kiss.

You took a few seconds to react, not expecting him to do this, but then responded to his kiss, standing on your tiptoes and curling a hand behind his neck to pull him closer. Xavier’s lips moved over yours with extreme softness, kissing you the way he always wanted to.

You pulled back for air, finding yourself smiling when seeing a smudge of your lipstick on his face. It wasn’t that noticeable, but you liked that it was there. ‘’I've never been in love before, so I cannot promise you I'll be a perfect lover—’’

Xavier shook his head. ‘’I don't care. Perfect is boring anyway.’’ He held back a grin, pressing his forehead against yours. ''I prefer spooky and kooky.''

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About one year after the arrival of their grandson Magnus, Zelda and Lilith now have a child of their own on the way. A baby, created from a witch and a demon. Born to claim the throne of Hell as well as represent the Order of Hecate. What will their path look like?

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🌙 Pavor Nocturnus

When Zelda and Lilith's daughter is 5 years old, something scary happens...

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🥵 Heatwave

A heat wave has hit Greendale - but that is nothing against what's going on in the Spellman bedroom.

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🐎 Calloused Heart

(upcoming Cowgirl AU)

Wolves, storms, and money turn into the least of Zelda Spellman's problems when her sister invites Mary Wardwell-Masters to stay at the family's ranch.

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✨ Whispers at Witching Hour

Zelda and Mary met at the wrong time and apparently in the wrong lives. Still, they can't seem to keep apart and find themselves in the messiest relationship of all realms. Can they make it work despite their cosmic problems and personal issues?

-An attempt to make Madam Spellman canon from P1 to P4-

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✨ Wishes at Witching Hour (sequel, on hold)

When Lilith came home one night, she hadn't expected her whole life to change. Now she's living in the constant ache of not knowing the answer to one question: What really happened that day?

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Miranda Croft

🫒 Handcrofted

You’re Miranda’s former assassin-colleague and after five years, you’ve decided to pay her a visit on her olive farm.

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[weemssapphic]

Hey I was wondering if you'd be willing to write a Larissa weems X reader (smut with a corruption/marking kink). R is a new teacher and is very young (19-21) but is very smart and passionate about what they teach. The only issue is that due to them dedicating so much time and effort to completing their studies early it means they didn't have the typical college/highschool experience.

Larissa somehow discovers r is a virgin and makes it her life's mission to being the one who takes their virginity. Larissa starts flirting with r more which leaves r a stuttering/blushing mess. Eventually they both get what they desire and Larissa is patient letting r try both being the bottom and top. Featuring some nice cuddling afterwards where Larissa whispers to r that their hers and only hers.

Hers and Only Hers

thank you so much for the request, anon! i'm so sorry it took me so long to write this, the past weeks have been a bit busy and i wanted to do it justice. i hope the wait was worth it <;3 it also got a bit long, oops. ao3 link in title, as always.

warnings/content: nsfw/smut (oral, fingering), corruption kink, marking kink, bit of fluff and cuddling, age gap (teacher!reader is 20)

words: ~4.5k

tags for those who may be interested: @afeatherformills @sapphicsbeloved @scumppa @zephyr-is-tired

Back in school you had always been top of your class, skipping several grades before you had even made it to high school. Thanks to this, you had been able to finish college well before many of your friends had even started, and applied for an open position as the botanical sciences teacher at Nevermore Academy. You’d assumed that being 20 years old and barely older than some of the students would be an obstacle, but apparently you’d made such a good impression on the principal, Larissa Weems, that you’d been hired on the spot.

Your first few weeks at Nevermore had been nice, for the most part. You love being in the greenhouse, working with the plants. Your coworkers are welcoming and treat you like a daughter. Even the students seem to be warming up to you nicely.

But then there is Principal Weems. The woman who somehow manages to turn you into a stuttering mess whenever you see her. A tall, statuesque woman with silvery curls, cerulean eyes, lips always painted a shade of bright red to match her manicure. A woman whose smile always reaches her eyes, making your stomach do backflips whenever it’s directed towards you, bringing a blush to your cheeks and filling your dreams at night. It seems you’ve developed a bit of a crush on your boss.

~~

Larissa is just heading out of her office to meet with Mayor Walker, blazer slung over her arm and keys jingling in her hand, as she hears your voice carry into her rooms from the hallway outside. Her ears perk up in spite of herself, she has been intrigued by you from the moment she first laid eyes on you. She had been impressed with you from the first time she’d seen your resume - such high academic qualifications at such a young age - and since having you on her staff, she had realized just how sweet, genuine and kind you were. She had to admit she was developing quite the soft spot for you.

“Keep your voice down,” she hears you hiss. “The last thing I need is for the students to hear you, I feel like they already barely respect me as it is.”

The voice of another teacher interrupts your own. “Aw come on, that’s not true, they love you! But Jesus, you really haven’t slept with anyone? Ever?”

Larissa feels an unexplained warmth in her cheeks, pressing her ear to the door as your voices drift away down the hall.

“No, I’m a virgin, okay!” Larissa can hear the annoyance and defeat in your voice. “I guess I was just always more focused on school than dating or anything like that.”

Your voice fades into nothingness as you and your coworker round the corner.

Larissa slumps back against the door, hands dropping to her side, instinctively crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together for friction as a wetness pools between the apex of her legs.

You are a virgin. Of course you are. Larissa can’t explain it but the thought makes her core ache with desire. A low chuckle escapes her lips. You’re too sweet, too innocent. Suddenly a million thoughts fill her head: she imagines her lips on your neck, covering you in marks to show the world she’s claimed you as her own. She imagines showing you what you’ve been missing this whole time, taking your precious innocence, revealing to you the feeling of true ecstasy, making you writhe in pleasure beneath her.

Her lips quirk up in a smile, a plan forming in her mind. She was going to have you - and Larissa Weems always got what she wanted.

~~

Shit. You slept through your alarm that morning and if you didn’t hurry, you’d be late to your first lesson of the day. You practically fly down the hallway, dodging several groups of students, and skid around a corner when you suddenly collide with something solid and fall back. You close your eyes, bracing yourself for the impact that is sure to come, but it never does. Instead, you feel a pair of strong arms slink around your waist and catch you just before you hit the ground.

Your eyes fly open in confusion and you find your face inches away from that of your boss. “Principal Weems,” you squeak out, “I’m so sorry!”

“Please, darling, call me Larissa,” she whispers, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear, so close that you think you can feel her lips brush against your skin. The action makes you shiver, and you know Larissa feels this because she’s still holding you in her arms. A heat rises from your cheeks to the tips of your ears and you know you’ve turned beet red.

“Oh, Y/N, you’re blushing.” Larissa smiles warmly, her eyes crinkling at the outer corners. “There’s no need to be embarrassed.” She pulls you up swiftly and you’re nearly flush against her. You have to crane your neck back to look up at her - has she always been this tall? It takes your breath away to look up at her like this.

“I’m just late to class, I overslept this morning,” you twist your fingers together nervously, afraid you’ll be reprimanded by the headmistress.

“It happens to the best of us,” Larissa cups your cheek and shoots you a wink. You are so damn cute when you’re nervous, it takes all of her self control not to shove you against the wall and take you right then and there.

Your heart skips a beat and the air around you feels like it’s thinning. “I’d b-better get going,” you manage to choke out. T-thanks for catching me, Princip- Larissa.”

You don’t look back as you hurry off to the greenhouse, and it’s good that you don’t or you’d have caught Larissa staring at your ass as you’d walked away.

~~

The next time you see Larissa, you’re standing in line at the Weathervane when you feel a looming presence behind you. 

“So, what do you usually order?” A teasing voice purrs in your ear.

You feel your cheeks redden involuntarily - your boss should not be having this effect on you.

“Um, coffee makes me a bit jittery so I usually go for hot chocolate,” you pray this doesn’t make you sound lame, you know how dependent everyone seems to be on their morning coffee, but your statement seems to pull Larissa’s lips up into a genuine grin.

“Then you’re in luck, my darling, the Weathervane has some of the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had.” The pet name makes your stomach flip and you swallow thickly, unable to do anything but nod as Larissa stares at you with a fondness in her eyes that you can’t quite explain, but that makes your heart ache with desire all the same.

“What can I get for you?” The barista’s voice snaps you out of your trance. Before you can say a word, Larissa replies for you - “two large hot chocolates please, did you want yours to go?” She looks down at you and you nod numbly. You reach for your wallet but she swats your hand away, pursing her lips as she pays for your drinks.

“Thank you so much, Larissa, you really didn’t have to pay for me,” you gush out as the two of you wait for the barista to make your order.

Larissa waves a dismissive hand in front of her face, smirking. “Please, darling, it’s no trouble at all, you’ll find a way to pay me back.” There’s a suggestive glint in her eyes and the way her tongue runs over her bottom lip, eyes trailing briefly down your body makes an unfamiliar heat coil in your stomach. 

She takes her drink in her gloved hand and gives your shoulder a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“Perhaps we could come here together sometime.” 

Her hip grazes yours as she brushes past you and exits the Weathervane, crossing the street to head towards Dr. Kinbott’s office, leaving you a dizzy, blushing mess.

~~

“Alright class,” you call out as the students stuff their notebooks into their bags. “Don’t forget about the exam on Monday!”

“Oh come on, can’t we postpone it?” Xavier huffs. 

“It’s not fair to have an exam on a Monday anyway,” Ajax chimes in, rolling his eyes.

A ripple goes through the classroom, other students murmuring their agreement.

“Come on guys,” you plead. “If you completed the study guide, you’ll do just fine. I will not be postponing this test. Do you complain like this to all your teachers?”

A series of groans reaches your ears and one by one, your students shuffle out. Enid shoots you an apologetic glance and mouths “sorry”, which you appreciate, and you wave her off with a tired smile.

You watch the last of your students file out the door, then turn to your open laptop to get a head start on some grading that needs to be done for next week’s classes when an email pops up in the corner of your screen. You open it and your stomach flips.

Dear Y/N,

I hope your first weeks of classes have exceeded your expectations. 

If you have the time, I would love to see you in my office for a chat tonight at 7.

Please, do let me know.

Larissa

Your palms begin to sweat and your mind immediately jumps to the worst case scenario. What could Principal Weems possibly want from you? She’d seemed friendly enough in your last interactions. Maybe even too friendly. Maybe she felt bad for you?

You hold your breath as you type out a confirmation that you’ll be there, then turn back to your grading - not that you can focus on your work now.

~~

6:59pm. You’re standing at the wood-paneled doors to Larissa’s office, holding your breath. You raise your fist and knock twice. 

“Come in,” Larissa’s smooth voice sounds from deep within the room.

“Take a seat,” Larissa is sitting behind her desk, leaning back in her leather chair, a pensive look on her face. A fire burns in the imposing fireplace, casting a warm glow over her office.

You close the door behind you and step towards her, lowering herself into one of the plush armchairs facing her desk. Your heart is beating wildly out of your chest, you’re sure Larissa can smell how anxious you are. You rub your sweaty palms on the back of your skirt in a vain attempt to calm your nerves.

Larissa looks composed but within her, a fire burns. She can tell how tense you are and she finds it so very endearing. She watches you chew at your lip and presses her thighs together involuntarily. She wants to see how you come undone, wants to hear her own name tumble from your sweet, innocent lips. Something about watching you squirm under her gaze stokes the fire within her.

“You’re not in trouble,” she coos, and you visibly relax in the armchair in front of her. “I just wanted to see how you were doing. See if you need anything. You’re our only new addition to the staff this year and we haven’t had a chance to properly speak, just the two of us. I trust everyone is treating you with respect?”

“Oh. Yeah, everyone’s been really, really nice. I’ve had a bit of a rough day, but it’s nothing I can’t work out.” You sigh and force a smile, eyes cast downwards, fingers twisting absently in your lap.

Larissa stands and rounds her desk at your admission, leaning down in front of you and taking your chin between her fingers, forcing you to meet her eyes, which are full of genuine concern.

“Has something happened?”

“Not really. My students just like to challenge me every chance they get. I get it, I’m pretty close to their age, but it’s frustrating.” 

Larissa nods her understanding. She’s inches away from you now and your breathing is shallow, the tension in the room now thick enough to cut with a knife. Your gaze flickers down to her cherry-red lips and when you look back up, you notice a hunger in her eyes that wasn’t there before, widened pupils staring back at you. Larissa’s thumb traces the hollow of your cheek, causing your breath to hitch, and suddenly she’s leaning in, brushing her lips softly against yours. 

Your pulse skyrockets, you can feel your heartbeat in your throat. It’s not that you don’t want this, of course you do, you’ve wanted it from the moment you laid eyes on the woman. You just hadn’t realized she’d also wanted it.

“Larissa?” You pull back, dazed, your eyes search hers. Her gaze is soft and reassuring, but there’s something else there. You’d seen it in movies, read about it in novels, but never had a look like this been directed at you before. Lust. Pure, unadulterated lust.

“Is this okay, Y/N?” Larissa whispers urgently, cupping your cheek and running her thumb over your bottom lip.

You nod fervently. “Yes. Absolutely.” Like hell you were going to waste your one chance with Larissa Weems.

Larissa moans and pulls you in for a searing kiss. Her tongue swipes at your lower lip and you part your lips, allowing her to explore the planes of your mouth as her hands drop from your face to your waist, pulling you up out of the chair and flush against her. You aren’t sure if it’s the warmth of the fire or your close proximity but your entire body is burning, a pleasant tingling sensation settling in your stomach and moving its way through your limbs.

You pull apart and her mouth is on your ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Tell me what you want, whatever you want, and it’s yours.”

You hesitate, frozen in place, fear bubbling up in your stomach and rushing through your veins like ice.

“Ihaven’tactuallydoneanythinglikethisbefore,” you mumble, eyes locked in a staring contest with Larissa’s black heels.

“Darling,” Larissa hooks a finger under your chin and forces you to make eye contact with her, which makes your cheeks burn - you’re sure your entire face is on fire now. “You’re going to have to speak up, I can’t understand you.”

You suck in a deep breath. “I’m a virgin.” 

There’s a moment of deafening silence, but the hunger in Larissa’s eyes never dies. Instead, her pupils are blown wide, you can see her clench her thighs together out of the corner of your eyes, she looks ravenous. 

You are surprised when Larissa offers you a hand and guides you to a door on the far right of her study, that leads to her private quarters. 

“I thought we might be more comfortable here,” her voice drips with lust as she closes the door behind you, allowing you a moment to take in the sight of her lavishly decorated bedroom, complete with a massive, queen-sized bed at the center. 

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I want to,” you reply quickly, far too quickly, and you want to hit yourself for being so eager, but Larissa seems to find it endearing, as she smiles at you and guides you towards the bed.

You sit gingerly on the edge of the bed and Larissa places a hand on each of your thighs, parting them gently and simultaneously pushing up your skirt, letting out a groan as she sees the damp patch at the center of your cotton panties. 

“We haven’t even gotten started and you’re already so wet for me, hmm?” Her finger teases your core, which is absolutely drenched at the mere thought of her, and you stifle a moan, throwing your head back at the touch.

“Ah-ah, let me hear you. I want to hear every sound you make, okay?” Larissa coos. “Don’t hold back on me.”

You draw in a ragged breath and nod, already dizzy from the idea of Larissa inches away from your dripping cunt.

Larissa plants a trail of kisses along your jaw, moving down the column of your neck until she is at the base of your throat, swirling her tongue over your pulse point. She begins to suck, gently at first then harder, eliciting a soft moan from deep within your throat as she nips at your skin, leaving a small red mark behind. 

Smirking at her handiwork, her hands come to a rest on your chest, fingers hovering over the buttons of your blouse.

“I’ve wanted you from the second I first laid eyes on you. Such a pretty, innocent little thing. May I?” The question is doused in carnal desire, Larissa’s voice low and wanting.

“Yes,” you whisper, your eyes following her fingers, long and slender, as they deftly work their way down your top, pushing it down your shoulders and then moving to the zipper at the side of your skirt. 

You feel exposed, sitting on Larissa’s bed in just your bra and underwear, face and chest flushed, but something about Larissa’s tender gaze and soft touch make you feel safe. Her hands move from your flesh to her own, tugging at the zipper of her cream colored dress, and your eyes watch as she drags it down her curves at a tantalizing pace until it pools at her feet. 

Larissa’s knees come up to straddle your lap, pulling you further up the bed with her until you’re resting against her pillows. She’s hovering over you now, one hand on either side of your head, your bodies pressed against each other. 

“Are you comfortable?” Her lips brush against yours and you whimper, nodding into the kiss, which Larissa deapens with a groan.

Her hand comes down to your side, moving under your back to unclasp your bra and pushing it to the side to grant herself access to your breasts. She kneads at the soft flesh, flicking her thumb over your nipple until she’s satisfied with how hard it is, before moving to your other breast. 

Her mouth finds your throat again, her tongue lapping at your skin, swirling, sucking, claiming you as her own with a series of marks you’ll have to find a way to cover in the morning.

You hiss as her warm tongue slides over the sensitive peak of your hardened bud, earning a grin from the woman above you. Her mouth moves lower and lower, inch by inch, an agonizing journey of open-mouthed kisses down your ribcage, stomach, hip bones, leaving a trail of red lipstick smudges and purple hickeys. Your back arches into the sensation, chest heaving.

Larissa slows when she reaches your thighs, hands coming to rest on your hips and gently tugging at the cotton covering what she has been longing to stake her claim on.

“Hips up,” she instructs and you oblige, allowing Larissa to pull your panties down your legs and toss them unceremoniously across the room.

Larissa stifles a groan when her eyes meet your pussy. You begin to push your thighs together subconsciously but Larissa’s hands stop you, spreading your legs. 

“Don’t be shy, darling,” she coos, pressing her lips to your inner thigh, and you feel yourself drip at the action. “Look at that pretty little cunt, so ready for me.”

The coil behind your navel tightens as Larissa’s kisses come closer to your core, until - finally - her lips make contact with your center. Her tongue traces a path through your folds, from your entrance to your clit, gathering your juices in her mouth. She moans at this first taste of you, you taste even better than she could have imagined. The scent of your arousal floods her senses and spurs her on as she begins to lap your pussy, enjoying the unfiltered moans that are escaping your lips. 

“Fuck- Larissa,” you moan as Larissa’s tongue begins to circle your bundle of nerves. Your knuckles are white as you grasp desperately at the sheets, head tilted back in pleasure. You spread your legs wider, arching your back and rocking your hips into her mouth.

“Look at me,” Larissa demands. You force your eyes to meet hers, both of your pupils blown with desire. Larissa has never looked sexier, her lipstick smudged, chest heaving. Your juices glisten on her chin and the sight brings a blush to your cheeks. “Who do you belong to?”

The question alone nearly snaps the hot coil in your stomach, goosebumps erupting all over your body. You’re so desperately turned on by her.

“You.” The answer comes out in a breathed whisper, your hips twitch wantonly toward Larissa, you need her again. She takes your sensitive bud in her mouth, sucking gently. The vibration of her moans against your pussy have you bucking your hips up, desperate to get more friction, when you feel nimble fingers trace lazy patterns at your entrance. 

“Fuck, Larissa, I need more,” you mewl, your hands coming up to rest on the back of Larissa’s head, pushing her closer to your dripping cunt. Larissa hums and you can feel her smile as she pushes two fingers inside of you, beginning a slow, steady pace. Your nails scratch at her scalp as you ride her face, pushing your hips forward to take her fingers deeper.

“Yes, right there, right- ahh- Larissa!” Larissa makes note of every sound coming from your mouth, how your body responds to every touch, enjoying how she’s able to make you come undone. She’s drunk on the feeling of you, the smell of you, the sound of you. So innocent, so sweet - moaning above her, screaming her name in a moment of pure desire. Knowing she’s the one to be able to give you this experience. 

Your thighs begin to tremble as Larissa’s fingers curl inside of you, drawing a strangled moan from your lips as you teeter on the edge of your orgasm. Larissa’s tongue sucks at your clit, her fingers increasing their pace, your legs shaking as the coil in your belly snaps, rocking your hips into Larissa’s face as you ride out your high. 

She flattens her tongue against your cunt and laps up the juices flowing from you with a satisfied hum, coming up to lay beside you and latching her lips onto yours, allowing you to taste yourself on her tongue. 

“You did so well for me, love,” she whispers, caressing your cheek. “Do you need anything? Water? Do you want me to clean you up?”

You appreciate the sentiment but the thought of stopping without being able to worship the goddess in front of you is disappointing. You hesitate a moment before reaching behind Larissa’s back and stopping your fingers at the clasp of her lacy bra. She’s watching you curiously and her breath hitches audibly at the touch of your fingers.

“May I?” Larissa nods, cheeks pink and pupils wide and you know you’ve never seen anyone more adorable or sexy. You undo the clasp of her bra and a moment later, your hands are on her matching panties and she’s helping you tug them down her legs. 

“Show me what you like.” You need to know how to worship her right. Larissa whines, bringing her hand between her legs. She props up her leg so that you have a perfect view of her glistening cunt, absolutely drenched only for you. You can feel yourself getting wet again, your own cum pooling between your legs and dripping down your thighs. Your gaze is fixated on Larissa’s long fingers as they run through the length of her own folds to coat themselves in her slick. She reaches her clit, allowing her head to fall back as her fingers draw languid circles over the sensitive nub. 

A groan falls from your lips and Larissa’s sapphire eyes meet yours. She stops pleasuring herself and instead her fingers circle your wrist, gently guiding your hand to her center. She mewls as you tease her entrance, allowing her legs to fall open and pushing her hips towards you in a desperate attempt to get you closer, growing impatient with need.

You dip two fingers into her center, pushing gently, watching in amazement as Larissa’s eyelids flutter shut, her mouth parting to let out breathy groans of affirmation as you bring your thumb to her swollen bundle of nerves.

The moans she lets out begin to get filthier and filthier as you pick up your pace, eyes trained on her core.

“Does this feel good?” 

“So, so good, Y/N,” Larissa groans, eyes rolling back in her head as your fingers find the spongy spot inside of her. “Deeper - right there, just like that.”

Larissa grasps forward to weave her hands around the back of your neck, pulling you in for a bruising kiss. Her tongue moves against yours, her breathing hot and needy. She whines into your mouth as your fingers pump in and out of her, and her fingers find purchase in your hair, curling themselves in your tresses and pulling back gently.

Your eyes are wide with lust as Larissa’s arousal drips down your fingers, a pitiful moan falling from your lips as you feel Larissa begin to clench around your fingers as if trying to keep you there. Throwing caution to the wind, you add a third finger, eliciting a delicious gasp from the woman in front of you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come!” Larissa’s thighs begin to shake, hips thrusting up erratically to meet your fingers which are knuckle deep in her cunt, stretching her out, curling into her sweet spot. You watch in awe as Larissa slowly comes undone, her fingers tightening their grip in your hair as she shudders against you, her essence leaking out of her center.

Not breaking eye contact, you bring your fingers to your mouth to suck them clean, moaning at the taste of Larissa on your tongue. You have never tasted anything so divine. Larissa crawls over to you and sinks back onto the pillows with a sigh, watching you through heavy-lidded eyes. 

“Come,” Larissa whispers softly, and you allow her to wrap her arms around you. You relish the feeling of your bodies pressed against each other, enjoying the warmth of her bare skin. Her fingers trace the bruised marks she’d made with her mouth, her touch light as a feather. She entwines her long legs with yours, rubbing your calves together gently. 

She allows you to bury your head in her neck and you breathe in the scent of her, sweat mingling with musky perfume and the smell of her sheets. 

“You did so well for me, my sweet one. Thank you for trusting me,” Larissa coos, rocking you against her, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Larissa ducks her head down, her breath on your cheek causing you to shiver pleasantly as she whispers her next words. “You are mine, darling. Only mine.”

“I am yours,” you whisper back sleepily, the adoration in your gaze mirroring her own as you snuggle into her chest, sighing contentedly. The pads of Larissa’s fingers stroke up and down your arms as she waits for your breathing to even out before allowing herself to follow suit, thinking to herself that she would gladly spend every night like this with your head on her chest and your legs tangled in hers. Your words echo in her head as she drifts off to sleep - you are hers.