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Beautiful Little Creature

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Chapter 2

You were up earlier than normal, for some strange reason, the interview had you very anxious. It wasn’t as if this would have been your first, and it certainly wouldn’t be your last. Yet you couldn’t shake the nerves that had you up and pacing your hotel room 4am that morning.

By 6:3am you were showered and standing in front of the cupboard. Staring blankly at all the clothes that you had brought with for this day. More than one option, yet you could decide which one to wear. Skirts weren’t always your thing, even though they normally end up making head turn. No, that’s not something you need for today. Not at a school. A slim fitting pair of black slacks, a white blouse and heels. That should be perfect. 7:00am you were in the bathroom finishing up your hair and makeup. Nothing special, a little base, eyeliner, and mascara. Your hair you curled lightly and twisted into a pin up look. Taking a final look at yourself you sighed. For the first time it bothered you that you hadn’t changed your hair colour to something normal. The emerald green stood loud and proud. Too late now. The piercing your face held would also just have to stay. Tattoos were concealed. This is who you are. The school board wanted you, so they must know what you look like.

By 7:30am you were in a cab and on your way to Netherworld College. “You know Miss, I personally have never taken anyone up to the school. The name alone freaks me out. I hope you know what you are getting yourself into here.” The drivers voice sounded as anxious as you felt. He had a fair enough point. Everything about this school seemed odd, the name, the Principals name, the fact that no one actually knew a thing about the place. “Honestly Mister, I haven’t the faintest idea what I am facing.” You saw the concern in his eyes as he glanced back at you in his rearview mirror. You couldn’t help start wondering what it was you were actually doing. Dark and mysterious may have been your way of life, but this seemed more life risking than you even deemed normal for yourself.

Driving through massive iron gates you swallowed hard. The grounds seemed darker all of a sudden, as if the sun was dimmer past the gate. Glaring out the window your eyes widened as you came up to the massive stone structure. While your anxiety grew, there was something oddly comical about your current situation. Here you are, at a castle like structure, coming to meet a Morningstar, the Principal of the school called Netherworld. To top it off, while Lily is what you had always gone by, Lilith was truly your name. Stepping out the car the driver gave you a smile and was out of there before you could ask him to wait.

As you walked up the steps the stupendous door slowly opened. Stepping in your found the entrance to be empty. Who opened? “Lily…I think it’s time we call this for what it is.” Whispering to yourself you slowly started stepping back. Deciding that maybe this isn’t the best idea. As you turned so the doors closed. Pulling on the oddly warm handles you started to panic. A low voice came ringing behind you, a squeak left your lips as you turned and pressed against the door. “You must be Ms Ives, they were concerned that perhaps you had gotten lost. If you’ll follow me, I shall take you to the Principal.”

“They? I am sorry, my understanding is I am meeting one person, who is they?” Confused and still unsure what your situation, you waited for the obscenely large man to provide you with an answer. “That is who you will be seeing Ms Ives, you will soon understand. Now please, they don’t like to be kept waiting.” Falling into step with the man you thought you already understood. The Principal must have been non-binary! This might not be such a bad idea then. At least the two of you would have the same sort of understanding, and then maybe they wouldn’t have too much of an issue with your physical looks.

Little did you know, little could you ever imagine, that once those doors had closed behind you, your life was about to change. A change that one would only read in stories, a change that someone maybe even fantasied about. As came to halt in front of the most magnificent marble doors your heart sank. ‘L. Morningstar’ written above the door frame. Whatever or whoever was behind that door had you now wanting to know more. Your nerves buzzing softly through your veins, excitement slowly taking over. The man knocked and you found yourself holding your breath.

From behind the door, you heard the most beautiful voice one could ever imagine. Soft yet dripping with command. “You may enter” It was only three simple words. But it was three words that had you wanting to burst through the doors and do whatever the voice commanded.

Chapter 3

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Beautiful Little Creature

Notes: Sorry it has taken so long...things have been crazy 🦇🖤

Chapter 3

The giant groaned as he slowly pushed the marvelous black marble doors open. As you step inside the you whimper as a shiver runs through your body. The room, if that is what one would call it, was bigger than your entire little flat back at home.

The room was dark, lit only by the blazing fireplace, and burning torches mounted along the walls. The longer you stood there, the more nervous you got. This was certainly starting to feel like a very bad idea. Dark and twisted was one thing in your life. But this was starting to get a little too much for your dark little soul. Another groan from behind you and the shutting of the doors made you jump. A whimper stuck in your throat and a racing heart had you quickly heading back to the door.

“Leaving so soon Ms. Ives? We haven’t even had the chance to chat. Why don’t you have a seat before rushing out, you might come to find this is everything you have been dreaming of.”

There was that voice again. Slowly turning around, keeping your head down, trying your utmost best to regain your composure, you took a deep breath before looking up. The gasp that left your lips had you blushing. Your eyes fell upon the most beautiful looking creature you had ever seen. Taller than most, skin that was possibly as pale as yours, the most sweets white curls framing their face. Eyes so blue you had already gotten lost swimming in them.

You found yourself walking slowly towards them, your eyes never leaving theirs. The whimper that was once stuck in your throat had left your lips the moment you sat down in front of them. You were calm yet your heart wanted to leap from your chest. Your mouth was dry, leaving you completely speechless. The figure before you took a seat and smiled wickedly at you.

“Welcome to Netherworld Ms. Ives, I must apologize once again for my tardiness. But if you choose to join me, you will see that running a college like this is anything short from easy.” As a few moments past without an answer the Principal stood and come over to you. A touch to your arm had you snap out of your trans. The warmth of their hand was overwhelming and deliciously pleasant. Your cheeks warmed as you looked up at them. “I do apologize Principal Morningstar; it seems I am at a slight lose for words in your presence.” With a slight tilt of their head and a small smile they return to their chair.

“Most interesting college you have here. Can’t find out much about it, and the town has this ludicrous idea that it popped up over night. Since my arrival, I have yet to see or hear a student or even another staff member. So, if I may, what kind of college is this exactly?” Your words stern and slightly cold. While time here had not been as long as it had probably felt, you wished to leave sooner rather than later. Yet as you shifted in your chair, their gazing had you wanting to stay a little longer.

“It’s a school for special children and young adults Ms. Ives. The students that come here are of unique backgrounds and have very specific futures. We are here to make sure they fulfill these goals and do so with only the finest results. We do not settle mediocracy here.”

The answer you got is certainly not something you were expecting. While most schools wanted their pupils to try to their best abilities, hearing them tell you that they wouldn’t settle for anything less than greatness seemed harsh and unfair to children. No matter what their futures are meant to be.

“Well, I have never been one to force a child to do more than what I know is their best. But I always make sure that their best is achieved. No reason to push them if one knows that a B student will never be an A student.” You paused for a second, you could have sworn you saw flames dancing in their eyes. “I would also very much like to understand what you mean by special children? I find it hard to believe that this is a school for special needs students.”

A knock on the door had the Principal standing up with a slight smile. “I am sorry Ms. Ives; I unfortunately have other matters I need to attend to. I will have a contact and further information emailed through to you later this evening. I have been informed that you have been looking at transport and a house?” You were about to speak when they raised a hand and continued their thought “I have taken it upon myself to have it all arranged. Your goods will be collected from your hotel, and everything should be ready for you by the time you leave here. Please can you let me know what else you require so that we can arrange to have it delivered to your new home.”  Irritation had set in by this point. Who the hell did they think they were. “Principal Morningstar, I have not even accepted the job, I also do not take kindly to my personal space and life being interfered in. This is a boundary that, I don’t how or why, has been greatly overstepped.”

The doors behind you opened, the Principal leaning over you, their hands on either side of the arm rests, their face inches from yours. “Feisty little thing aren’t you Ms. Ives? Whats done is done, and let’s be honest with one another shall we? We both know that you are going to accept my offer, how could you not?”

The principal ushered you out the office and the doors shut once again behind you. You were speechless yet oddly hot and bothered by the situation that had just happened. You blindingly walked through the school, somehow naturally just knowing which way to head out as if you have been walking these corridors for years. Once outside you found a car already waiting outside for you, waiting to take you to your new home, and seemingly your new life.

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New Account

Elo all my lil beautiful creatures! I will be deleting this account - it is currently linked to another blog of mine, and I wish to have them separate. Once the new blog is started, I will repost the blog and retag you all 🖤🖤🖤

Hopefully I can have this all done before the day has ended

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Stood Up (Part 2) (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x Fem!reader

A/N: Thank you SO MUCH for all the love you showed to the first chapter of this fic! I was honestly so overwhelmed, I just had to write a second chapter which I hope you’ll enjoy as much as the first one!

Just a quick reminder that my requests are open and I would love to write for any of Gwen’s characters <3

~2k

You didn’t want to admit it but since meeting Larissa at Ellen’s you had barely stopped thinking about her. After leaving the restaurant you’d told yourself that it had only been a one-night stand and you probably wouldn’t see the woman again, and you were sure Larissa thought the same about you.

And yet, the tall woman had been on your mind almost constantly. Even as you were composing a bouquet of white lilies, you couldn’t help but smile as you wondered if Larissa liked receiving flowers. You shook your head a little. You should not be having this kind of thoughts, who ever thought about giving flowers to a one-time lover? Or perhaps…No. No, it wasn’t anything more than that. You wouldn’t allow it to be more than that.

You couldn’t help it. When you sat down at your usual table at Ellen’s on the next Friday, you couldn’t help but wonder if Larissa would come. You had no way to find the tall woman. You knew she was a school principal but that was about it. She, on the other hand, knew you would dine at Ellen’s every week on the same day.

“The usual ?” Lydia asked as she stopped by your table. You nodded absentmindedly, your eyes glued on the booth where the tall woman had sat the previous week.

“Thinking about the lady ?” Your friend pushed a smile and you rolled your eyes in response. “Don’t be ridiculous, Lydia.” You groaned before quickly adding “Has she booked a table, though ?”. The waitress shook her head and told you that she had not, but you never knew, she could show up to the restaurant without a reservation.

And it was ridiculous really, to feel disappointed when after over an hour the booth had remained empty, and you had just finished eating your food. But then again you couldn’t help it.

Switching your attention back to the cheating man who was, as expected, dining with his mistress, you wondered if the young woman knew that he was married. Had he told her that he was divorced? Or perhaps he had promised her that he would, that he didn’t love his wife anymore and would leave her so the two of them could live happily ever after. Foolish girl.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when a hand landed on your shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, your breath hitching in your chest as you noticed the perfectly manicured fingers.

“Is this seat taken ?” Larissa asked with a soft smile and all you could do was shake your head in response. She took her jacket off before sitting down in front of you, your lips pulling in a smile as you contemplated her beauty.

“You came.” Was all you could say, earning a small chuckle from the tall woman. “Of course I did. The wine is exquisite.” Larissa waited a few seconds before adding “And I knew you would be here.” And that alone was enough to make you melt.

Lydia appeared by your table to take Larissa’s order. A glass of wine, she had already had dinner. The waitress gave you a wink as she turned around and walked away after scribbling down on her notepad.

“So I take it that you came back for more ?” You asked and took a sip of wine. “More ?” Larissa raised an eyebrow. “More what? Sex ?” She grinned a little seeing your pupils dilating, how good it made her feel knowing you wanted her.

“Yes, sex.” You nodded, biting your tongue at the thought of asking if maybe, just maybe, she wanted more than sex. You doubted someone like her would ever want to be seen with someone like you. And it wasn’t just about the age gap. No, Larissa was simply so much more than you, in every way. But perhaps you could settle for this, casual sex with the woman, no strings attached.

There was a flash of something in Larissa’s eyes, it was quick but not quick enough for you not to catch it. She seemed almost…Disappointed? No, you were probably imagining things.

But you weren’t. Larissa pushed a smile but her heart squeezed in disappointment and she mentally scolded herself for being such a naive woman. You had spent the whole week haunting her mind, your voice whispering in her ear when she was typing out emails late at night in her office, the ghost of your hands brushing up her thighs when she was in an important meeting.

Larissa had stopped believing in love a long time ago when she was still a teenager. But you had looked at her in such an intoxicating way, like she was the most beautiful woman you had ever laid eyes on, and she had thought that maybe…But of course not. You were too young and she was far too old, you were pretty and full of life and she was-

“Hey!” Your voice snapped her out of her thoughts and you leaned in a little, gently placing your hand on hers. “We don’t have to.” You said “Have sex. We don’t have to. I will gladly sit here with you for hours, just chatting and learning to know each other as we empty a bottle of red wine.”

And that’s exactly what you chose to do. For a little over an hour you two talked about everything and anything, Larissa asking most of the questions, seemingly eager to learn more about you but also not divulging too much about herself.

The hands on the clock were close to midnight when Lydia approached your table again. She apologized for interrupting your conversation but the restaurant was about to close. “The bar next door is open until two, though.” She added as she handed you the bill and you paid for both Larissa and yourself.

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“Night Lydia, see you next week!” You waved at your friend and pulled the door open for Larissa before quickly following her outside.

“So, where is your car parked ?” You asked, burying your hands in your pockets. “Oh just a little down the road.” Larissa gestured with her left hand and you start walking that way.

“It’s late, I don’t want anything happening to you out there in the dark.” You simply said. Truth be told, you knew Larissa would have no problem overpowering a potential attacker, but you didn’t want this moment to end.

“Let me drive you home ?” She offered once you’d reached her car and you immediately declined, it was late and you didn’t want to bother her. “I live nearby.” You said. “Really, I will be home in less than-“ Your words were suddenly cut off by her hands on your cheeks. She grasped your face in her hands and knotted her fingers in your hair, tipping your head back to press her lips against yours.

She kissed you hard, her mouth was hot and urgent and needy. It was a desperate kiss, her lips hungry against yours as she drew your bodies together. And you took it back: you wouldn’t settle for casual sex with her. It would never, ever be enough.

Larissa eventually pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily as she pressed her forehead against yours. You could feel her chest moving up and down, butterflies blooming below your navel when she started laughing.

“Let me take you home.” She whispered, and it wasn’t a question this time. “Fine.” You agreed “But only if you come in for a minute.” You added, making Larissa laugh again. She gave a nod, you had a deal.

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You barely had stepped foot inside your apartment when Larissa was all over you once more. Her eager mouth back on yours. She knew she was kissing you too hard, going too fast, but she simply couldn’t make herself slow down. She’d been hurting too much for too long and she wouldn’t take the risk of letting you slip through her fingers.

On any other day, or with any other woman, Larissa would have been embarrassed by her behavior. But there was something about that night, or about you, that made her feel confident. Beautiful. Invincible.

She had you pressed against the wall, one of her hands snaking down between your bodies until she made quick work of unbuttoning your trousers.

“Say it,” She whispered. “Ask me to fuck you.”

You caught her mouth in a kiss but she pulled away, leaving you craving for more. “Say it.” She said again, more demanding this time. “Please, please, fuck me.” You whispered barely audibly, a wanton moan escaping your lips when Larissa’s fingers slipped between your folds and slid right into your soaked sex.

“Look at me.” She demanded and you obeyed, finding her blue eyes unabashedly filled with lust. She pulled her fingers out only to push them back deeper inside you.

“God!” You cried out when she curled her fingers inside your cunt and raked her fingertips against your g-spot. The tall woman let out a low chuckle and reminded you that her name was Larissa, she wouldn’t let God or any other man take credit for the pleasure that she was giving you.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you ?” She purred as her free hand pushed your shirt over your head only to let it fall to the floor. She nipped at your neck, leaving lipstick marks on your jaw and slowly moving down to your chest.

Her lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking on it almost painfully and making you whine, writhing against the wall.

“Please, Larissa…” You begged, hips bucking against the tall woman’s hand to meet her thrusts. “I need, please…” You mumbled, knowing your words weren’t making much sense.

“I know, sweetheart.” Larissa purred in your ear, her thumb coming to draw lazy circles on your clit, making you whine even louder. You were close, so close you could feel yourself contracting around the woman’s fingers.

“Look at me.” Larissa demanded again, grabbing a handful of your hair and giving it a gentle tug so you would look up at her. “Will you cum for me ?” She whispered against your mouth, capturing your lips in a heated kiss to muffle your moans as you were pushed over the edge.

Slowly you came down from your high, moving your hips away from Larissa’s hand when your sex throbbed from the overstimulation.

“Let me tuck you into bed.” Larissa smiled and pressed a quick kiss on your lips. “But-“ you started, ready to argue about wanting to make her cum. “Another day.” She said, carrying you to your bedroom. “I need to go back to Nevermore. But we will meet again, plenty of Fridays to come.” She whispered as she tucked you in and kissed your forehead.

You tried your best to keep your eyes open, wanting to keep Larissa by your side as long as possible. But exhaustion and alcohol had worked their magic on you and you fell asleep in less than a couple of minutes.

Larissa took a last look at you before walking out of your bedroom. You looked at peace, she noted, like you had really enjoyed your time with her.

She pulled a pen from her handbag and borrowed a sticky note from your kitchen. Thinking for a moment before writing you a note.

“Here is my number, use it wisely! To (hopefully) many more Friday evenings spent together. Yours, Larissa. Xx”

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Beautiful Little Creature

Chapter 3

Notes: Sorry it has taken so long...things have been crazy 🦇🖤

The giant groaned as he slowly pushed the marvelous black marble doors open. As you step inside the you whimper as a shiver runs through your body. The room, if that is what one would call it, was bigger than your entire little flat back at home.

The room was dark, lit only by the blazing fireplace, and burning torches mounted along the walls. The longer you stood there, the more nervous you got. This was certainly starting to feel like a very bad idea. Dark and twisted was one thing in your life. But this was starting to get a little too much for your dark little soul. Another groan from behind you and the shutting of the doors made you jump. A whimper stuck in your throat and a racing heart had you quickly heading back to the door.

“Leaving so soon Ms. Ives? We haven’t even had the chance to chat. Why don’t you have a seat before rushing out, you might come to find this is everything you have been dreaming of.”

There was that voice again. Slowly turning around, keeping your head down, trying your utmost best to regain your composure, you took a deep breath before looking up. The gasp that left your lips had you blushing. Your eyes fell upon the most beautiful looking creature you had ever seen. Taller than most, skin that was possibly as pale as yours, the most sweets white curls framing their face. Eyes so blue you had already gotten lost swimming in them.

You found yourself walking slowly towards them, your eyes never leaving theirs. The whimper that was once stuck in your throat had left your lips the moment you sat down in front of them. You were calm yet your heart wanted to leap from your chest. Your mouth was dry, leaving you completely speechless. The figure before you took a seat and smiled wickedly at you.

“Welcome to Netherworld Ms. Ives, I must apologize once again for my tardiness. But if you choose to join me, you will see that running a college like this is anything short from easy.” As a few moments past without an answer the Principal stood and come over to you. A touch to your arm had you snap out of your trans. The warmth of their hand was overwhelming and deliciously pleasant. Your cheeks warmed as you looked up at them. “I do apologize Principal Morningstar; it seems I am at a slight lose for words in your presence.” With a slight tilt of their head and a small smile they return to their chair.

“Most interesting college you have here. Can’t find out much about it, and the town has this ludicrous idea that it popped up over night. Since my arrival, I have yet to see or hear a student or even another staff member. So, if I may, what kind of college is this exactly?” Your words stern and slightly cold. While time here had not been as long as it had probably felt, you wished to leave sooner rather than later. Yet as you shifted in your chair, their gazing had you wanting to stay a little longer.

“It’s a school for special children and young adults Ms. Ives. The students that come here are of unique backgrounds and have very specific futures. We are here to make sure they fulfill these goals and do so with only the finest results. We do not settle mediocracy here.”

The answer you got is certainly not something you were expecting. While most schools wanted their pupils to try to their best abilities, hearing them tell you that they wouldn’t settle for anything less than greatness seemed harsh and unfair to children. No matter what their futures are meant to be.

“Well, I have never been one to force a child to do more than what I know is their best. But I always make sure that their best is achieved. No reason to push them if one knows that a B student will never be an A student.” You paused for a second, you could have sworn you saw flames dancing in their eyes. “I would also very much like to understand what you mean by special children? I find it hard to believe that this is a school for special needs students.”

A knock on the door had the Principal standing up with a slight smile. “I am sorry Ms. Ives; I unfortunately have other matters I need to attend to. I will have a contact and further information emailed through to you later this evening. I have been informed that you have been looking at transport and a house?” You were about to speak when they raised a hand and continued their thought “I have taken it upon myself to have it all arranged. Your goods will be collected from your hotel, and everything should be ready for you by the time you leave here. Please can you let me know what else you require so that we can arrange to have it delivered to your new home.”  Irritation had set in by this point. Who the hell did they think they were. “Principal Morningstar, I have not even accepted the job, I also do not take kindly to my personal space and life being interfered in. This is a boundary that, I don’t how or why, has been greatly overstepped.”

The doors behind you opened, the Principal leaning over you, their hands on either side of the arm rests, their face inches from yours. “Feisty little thing aren’t you Ms. Ives? Whats done is done, and let’s be honest with one another shall we? We both know that you are going to accept my offer, how could you not?”

The principal ushered you out the office and the doors shut once again behind you. You were speechless yet oddly hot and bothered by the situation that had just happened. You blindingly walked through the school, somehow naturally just knowing which way to head out as if you have been walking these corridors for years. Once outside you found a car already waiting outside for you, waiting to take you to your new home, and seemingly your new life.

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I guess the secret is out....

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Tattoos & Bruises

Chapter 9

Notes: Why does it seem like a lifetime since posting? I do apologize... I just have so much going on at the moment. 🖤🖤🖤

Warnings: 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Six months had gone by since you left. Larissa never stopped you, never called, never said goodbye. The first two months had been the hardest, tequila and training became your best friends.  But you had gotten over it, well, you learnt how to live without her. Vannessa continued to bug you, but she never showed face. Every day a bus would bring your students to your house where they would practice and train, at first the school board protested, but gave in when they realized that if they wanted to you keep training students, it would be from the comfort of your own home and pool.

 It was the final week of classes when Enid pulled you aside. “You know Ms… she looks just as bad as you do. Why the two of you don’t just meet up and fix this I don’t understand.” Her innocent face made it difficult to get mad at her for prying into your life. “Enid… I have no idea what it is you are referring to.” She gave a sad smile shrugged. “I am just saying Miss, she is terribly lost without you. I tried speaking to Principal Weems about it, she got really angry and told me to leave her office… and don’t worry, I haven’t told anyone else. I picked it up at camp. I promise to keep it a secret. But you both are meant for one another, even I can see that” You gave her a soft smile and rubbed her arm. “Thank you, sweets, but this is something a little greater and too much time has gone by. Maybe lets also just leave her alone, don’t want you getting into any more trouble with your Headmistress.” Little did you know that your sweet little Enid had plans to get you and Larissa to see one another, whether either of you liked it or not. The bus arrived, you wished them the best and told your students that even though the year had ended, they could come around anytime.

An hour later, Metallica blared through your house as you sat outside sipping wine.

An hour later you heard someone screaming you name and what sounded like heels shoes running towards you.

You were finishing a few odds and ends for the end of the year when you phone buzzed. Enid. Very few students had your private number, and they knew it was for emergencies only.

PRINCIPAL WEEMS YOU NEED TO GET HERE QUICKLY! SOMETHING IS TERRIBLY WRONG WITH COACH!

Panic set in, it’s been 6 months since she left, 6 months of pain and tears. What are you to do? You can’t just leave her… grabbing your things you let Enid know not to lock the gate as they needed to leave to get back in time for their next classes, you let her know you were on your way and would need to get in.

Music blaring…where was she? Running through the unfamiliar dark themed house made you uncomfortable. And then you saw it… a pale arm hanging off a poolside chair, a wine glass dangling from her fingertips… what was it with this woman and her alcohol? Panicking you run towards her, shouting her name.

Confused as what you were hearing you stand up from the chair, looking up you saw her shocked face as she was rushing towards you. Stumbling towards you, your arms wrap around her waist to try and catch her causing you both to crash into the pool.

Coming up for air you look around for Larissa. Seeing her already standing out the pool…looking drowned and annoyed, climbing out you follow her. “Take off your things and hang them over the chair. I’ll go get you a towel.” You wrap yourself up and head inside to go gather a towel, shorts, and a t-shirt for her. Walking out you grab two new glasses and place everything on the table. “Christ Larissa take your clothes off and put this on. I’ll go inside, promise I won’t dare look.” Rolling your eyes, you give a sarcastic courtesy and go back in to turn the music down and get a new bottle of wine.

After a few minutes you head back out, she has removed her wet clothes but not her underwear and was now wearing your shorts and t-shirt. Pouring two glasses and handing her one. “I’ll get these dry cleaned and sent back to you as soon as possible.” You sit down and take a sip of your wine. What the hell is this all about? Leaning forward, tilting you’re your head slightly. “What can I do for you Ms Weems?”

Her face turns red, and she breaks eye contact with you. “I was under the assumption that you were in trouble…so I came rushing over.” She gulped her wine, trying to regain her control. “Well…as you can see, I am great.” She was the one now tilting her head, glaring at you, staring into your soul. You hated when she did this. “Are you? Satine are you great?” Of course… now she wants to talk. You get up, rolling your eyes once again. “And why wou-“before you can finish what you were about to say she had you pulled up against her, your back to her front. Holding your hips tightly, her lips brushing against your neck, over the bite tattoo before coming up to your ear. Nipping your earlobe, you grab onto her hands and whimper. You feel her smiling against your skin before she whispers “I am sure I have warned you… I may not be able to spank you into your 5th orgasm, but I am very happy to make it the first one.” Your knees ago weak, you can already feel yourself getting wet.

Breaking away from her grasp your turn around and look up at her. “You don’t get to do that. You can’t come bursting in here and now try and act like nothing happened by touching me and teasing me.” Her hands come up and hold your face, a thumb gently brushing over your bottom lip, her smile is soft and warm.

“I want to show you that I am here to stay, that I am here to fight for you. Let me do that? Then after, we can sit down and talk about it all.” Trying to pull her hands off once again, hot and flustered but scared at the same time, “Larissa I can’t go through this again….” Slapping your hands away, she turns you around once more, an arm wrapping under your arm, over your chest, her fingers wrapping around your throat, her free hand runs down your stomach and down into your bikini bottoms. Her fingers slip into your already soaked folds, causing you to press back against her and moan. “You can take me to the bedroom little one, or I will take you right here. I will get my way and I will fix this one way or the other.”

Seconds later she had you completely naked and wanting on your bed. Standing over you and smirking at how flushed and wet you already are. Looking up at the Goddess in front of you had you extremely needy. Biting your lip, you take the risk and slide off the bed, kneeling in front of her your run your hands up her long milky legs. “And who said you can touch little one?” Removing your hands, you chew your lip. “Please Ma’am… I would very much like to see you.” Running her fingers over your cheeks she steps back and slowly undresses in front of you.

Pulling you up she cups your face, her thumb running over your bottom lip. You can’t anymore, your hands reach up and pull her head down to yours and press your lips to hers. Her tongue slipping into your mouth, hands wandering and exploring. Your thumbs brushing the side of her breasts, causing her to moan into your mouth. You can’t help but giggle as a thought passes through your mind, causing her to break away from your lips. “I am failing to find the funny here little one.” You smile and tug her towards the bed. “Your height is one of the many sexy things about you, but my neck is going to snap, and your back will break standing kissing like this.” With that Larissa lifts you up, wrapping your legs around her waist, your arms around her neck. Walking you to the bed she crawls on and lays you down. “What do we say little one?” You crawl up the bed and smile at her. “Ahem… Green? I am pretty sure we say green.” Grabbing your ankle she pulls you back down, grabbing your face and pulling you closer. “Go on, test me little one, I dare you.” Her voice dark and dripping with sex. She will be your total undoing.

 “Be a good girl and open your mouth for me.” You know what is coming, the thought of it driving you mad with excitement. You kneel up higher, want her to know what you are eager. She runs her tongue over your bottom lip, pulling your face closer she spits in your mouth. Your heart almost exploding from your chest with excitement you grin up at her. “Now swallow and lay down for me.” You lay down and swallow as commanded, arching your back as she runs her fingers down your thighs, slowly spreading your legs open. “I do love how wet you get for me little one.”

Before you can say a word, her lips are trailing down her nail marks, moving closer to your core, your fingers pushing through her beautiful soft white hair, your hips squirming… begging for her mouth. “Ma’am… please….” She hums against your thigh; she flattens her tongue and slowly runs it up through your folds. “Please what my sweet little slut?” The name leaves you speechless, her names, her teasing, her smell, her touch “I would really like to cum please….” A slap to the side of your ass, and a bite to your inner thigh has you moaning like you never have before. Her head is between in your legs in seconds, she wastes no time in trusting a finger into you, pumping it in and out a few times before adding a second. Her tongue circling over your clit, her pace relentless, in your blurred mind you aren’t sure who wants this orgasm more. Your hips grind against her, matching her pace. You push up on one arm so you and look down and watch her.

Your other hand fisting in her hair. Your moans become loader, uncontrollable. You are close, and she very well knows it. Her fingers stop deep inside your dripping cunt. You whimper and start grinding your hip. “Good girl, I want you to carry on until you cum in my hand.” She presses her palm to your clit as her crawls up your body, sucking, licking, and biting every each as she travels. She goes straight for her favorite nipple and tugs on the piercing, your hips moving faster. Propped up on both arms your head drops back and you arch into her hand and mouth as you start to climax. Your legs shaking and tightening around her, your hips moving slower as your ride it out before collapsing on the bed.

Larissa slowly pulls her fingers out of you, gently brushing over your clit making you wince and grab her wrist. With one quick flip she has you on your stomach and pulling your hips to bring you up on your knees. The first smack has you letting out a  squeak. “If you want or need me to stop, you know what to say.” Second smack has you gasping. “If you stop me little one, I will punish you.” After the third one your mind went fuzzy, your ass cheeks burning, your juices flowing down your thighs. She changed between slapping your ass and running her nails over her handprints. Somewhere between 5 and 6 you thought you may pass out. Your thighs began to quiver, and before you could ask, you buried your face into bed with a scream as Larissa literally spanked you into an orgasm.

You stay in that position for what seemed like eternity. Too scared to move, you didn’t think you could after that orgasm…Fuck…did you ask? You couldn’t remember now…

“Would you like to have a bath, or would you rather get some sleep little one?” Pushing yourself up you look up at her. Biting your lip you grab her bare waist and pull her towards the bed. “I very much would rather like to spend the rest of this day between these stunning long legs Ma’am” you pout at her and wiggle your body a bit. Patting your cheek, she leans over. “We clearly need to discuss this thing you have about make decisions for what you can and can’t do. Bed or bath little one?” You swallow hard, clearly you didn’t ask… “Bath please Ma’am.”

In the bath, Larissa knelt next to the tub, washing you and caring for you. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her. She was so perfect in every way. She knew your body better than you did, she was gentle and loving but dominating and hard at the same time. “Would you get in with me please?” you sound pitiful, even you can hear it in your voice. “I shall shower later.” She gets up and kisses your forehead. “I am thinking take-outs and movies for the rest of the evening. What would you like to eat?” You have never had this feeling before, with Vannessa it wasn’t like this, you never once felt as if you disappointed her. The feeling it created in you was sickening. “Whatever you wish, my wallet is in the kitchen. There is a tablet on the counter, it’s got all the delivery apps, take your pick.” You watch as she leaves, after not returning for a while you gathered you were finishing the bath on your own. Standing in your room moments later in front of the mirror you admire the markings on your thighs, your ass covered in hard prints and scratch marks.

Now clothed and oddly heart sore, you lean against the wall in your passageway, there was the woman who literally came crashing back into your life. A fire was going, sitting with her legs up on the couch, sipping her wine. You had always felt something was missing in your home, and finally you know what it has been. Larissa Weems.

You walked up behind her, your hands trailing over her shoulders and under her shirt, moving lower as your grab her breasts and nip her earlobe. “I could very much get used having you in this house Riss. Would you mind terribly is I just kept you here?” Her chuckle made you feel a little more relaxed. Coming around the couch you move her legs and put them over yours. Gentle brushing your fingers up and down her legs. “So not that I am complaining, but what had you crashing in here thinking there was something wrong me with?” You watch her blush, setting her glass down she removes her legs from you. You weren’t sure if you were still hurting or if now you were just getting mad. “I got a message from Enid as they were leaving today, she said something was terribly wrong and I need to get here.” You couldn’t help but giggle. “Wednesday is starting to rub off on her a little bit too much I would say.”

A few glasses of wine and some Chinese later, Larissa got up to take everything through to the kitchen. “ I was thinking that maybe I could spend the night? If you don’t mind that?” Jumping up you go over, grabbing her hand and pulling her back to the room. “You never have to ask if you want to stay over, I would be honoured to have you share this bed.”

Climbing up onto the bed you sit back to see Larissa has stripped naked and staring down at you. “You darling can get off of that and you can strip, I want to feel you against me.” You climb out of bed and do as commanded. Climbing back in Larissa pulls you back into you. Her cool skin against your still very warm ass makes you gasp a bit. Her arms wrapping around you, one hand cupping your breast, her leg pushing between yours. She nuzzles the back of your neck and kisses your shoulders. “I am not mad at you, but you are going to have to learn, we will just have to figure out how to punish you. Though if I am to be honest, I do very much like the idea that I can make you cum the way did from spanking you.” You squirm around to face her. Placing a kiss on her nose and then her lips. “I have never experienced that before. I have always known that pain turns me on, but I never knew I could cum from it. I am sorry though; I feel like I disappointed you.” Pulling you closer she smiled and kisses your head. “Hush now, lets get some rest. Tomorrow, we need to sit and talk. You will know very well the moment you disappoint me.”

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[darklittlecreature666]

Only for those who open their eyes

Brienne of Tarth x fem reader

Warnings : none

angst ? (not much though)

Wordcount : ~1600

You are a painter, and you are searching for models, for beautiful models. Then you see Brienne.

You were in your room, as usual. A paintbrush in your hand, you were looking at your most recent artwork. A month before, you had an idea, a brilliant idea. You wanted to paint beauty. But not the beauty of Margery Tyrell, or Cersei Lannister, who are conventional beauties. No, you wanted to find men and women with an atypical beauty. You wanted to paint the beauty of the damaged fields workers' hands, of the wrinkles on an old lady's face, of the soldiers' scars. That was your idea. And you thought not everyone would like it, but you didn't care. You would. And you were sure really art lovers would too.

The painting you were doing was a portrait of a young boy, with a scar on his cheek. You did the sketch today, in his house. You paid the mother who was not happy that her child was prevented from working that morning, but when she saw the money you could give her, she agreed. So you drew him. He talked about his life while you were doing this. You always loved this part of your job. You loved to hear your models personal stories. Sometimes it was amusing, sometimes it was touching. This time, it was amusing. He told you how he got the scar.

He was seven, and he was walking to the fields when he fell headlong into a bush. Leaves were stuck all over his head. In his hair, mostly, but also on his cheeks. And when he arrived in the fields, his goat (he had named him Eddard because he was a fan of the lord of Winterfell) ran towards him and ate the leaves, biting his cheek. Yes, of course, it hurt, but now the image of his goat biting him to eat leaves made him laugh.

And you came back to the castle, in where you had a room as the new lord's official painter. A big room you furnished with a ton of brushes, pigments each more expensive than the last, paintings bought from fellow painters... You really loved this room. It was a little isolated from the rest of the castle, and so you weren't often disturbed. It was cosy, with a large bed, and big dressers half empty because you were not really into fashion. It was on the top floor, and the floorboards creaked a little when you walked. You liked that sound.

But what you loved most was the view. You had view on the see, and you could see the sun rise every morning. The light was hitting directly the wall through your window and you loved how the shadows appeared.

You put down your brush. You needed a break. You didn't eat at lunchtime, and your stomach began to cry. You went out you room, and walked down the stairs. You might find something in the castle kitchen quarters.

You sneak into the kitchens and snatched a piece of bread. Nobody saw you, they were all focused on what they were doing. Then you went out, wanting to go for a walk in the garden while eating. But when you were in the corridors, you bumped into someone. Armour? Was it a guard? Shit, you were going back form the kitchen, a piece of bread in hand.

"I didn't stole anything !" You said immediately.

"Don't worry I am not a guard" She replied.

You looked up. She was a woman, she was so tall. And she was... Well she was precisely who you were looking for. Blue eyes, blond hair, pale skin, but unusual beauty. And that was what you found beautiful. In your eyes, she was Beauty.

"Perfect"

"I beg you pardon ?"

You cleared your throat.

"Hm, I'm sorry, good afternoon ser... lady ? I am Y/N Y/L, lord's official painter, and I am currently searching for models to draw them. Would you want to... be one of my models?"

"You... You want to draw me?"

"Of course, I'm working on a project, I called it 'Beauty', and I-"

"Very funny, lady Y/L, now if you'd like to stop now the joke, that'd be nice."

Her voice had turned cold. You were confused.

"Why do you think that's a joke? I don't look like a painter?"

"Oh, come on, you know who I am, don't you?"

"I-I am sorry, I don't"

"Brienne of Tarth"

Your eyes widened. Obviously she was Brienne of Tarth. Blond hair, blue eyes, THAT tall... And you knew. Some men were calling her "Brienne the Beauty", to make fun of her. That was why she reacted like that.

"I am sorry, if that sounded like a bad joke but it wasn't. I really find you beautiful. Well you are. Not in an expected way though. Trust me, as a painter, I know what's beautiful"

She was speechless. How could she reply to this? You took her arm.

"What if we talk about it in the garden?" You said.

She nodded. In fact she didn't know how to act. What if you lied to her to make fun of her? But she really wanted to trust you. Did you really found her beautiful? She had to know. She let you led her to the garden.

You sat on a bench, she was sat next to you.

"Do you want to eat? Turns out I may have stole a piece of bread."

She smiled.

"No thank you"

You bit the bread.

"Sho, like I shaid, I am working on a project, I want to paint beauty but not in the usual way. I already drew a sketch of a boy with a scar on his face, and finished a worker's hands"

"Why don't you choose a beautiful lady?"

"First : you are a beautiful lady. Second : I told you I don't want to paint the same people as everyone. I want to make something new! I want to do art!"

"You think I could be a great model?"

"Of course! You'll be perfect!"

She blushed. Were you crazy?

"So, do you want to be my model? I can pay you if you want" You said.

"No, that's okays, I'll do it."

"Thank you, Brienne! Meet me tomorrow morning here, we'll find a good spot. If you want to take your armour or sword, you can, and if you want to dress an other way, that's okay. Whatever you're comfortable with."

"O-Okay"

The next morning, she was there, sitting on the very same bench. She wasn't wearing her armour, but a blue shirt. However, she had her sword. And she was waiting on that bench. You were late. In fact you weren't awake yet. You had spent your whole night painting the boy, and you needed to sleep.

When you woke up, the sun was already high, and you ran to the garden, hoping she would still be there.

But she wasn't. She had leave the place, eyes filled with tears. You had lie to her. She felt so stupid to trust in you. Of course, no one would ever want to draw her. She was a beast. She was ugly. Why did people insisted on reminding her in such a painful way?

You felt so stupid for staying up so late. Now she probably would never want to talk to you again. And worst, she would think you lied to her. You kicked the bench.

"FUCK !"

Your foot hurt, but you didn't care, you had to find her now.

But you couldn't find her. She had left the city, as she planned this the day before. When you asked the lord about it, he told you he sent her on a mission...

And that night, in the dark of the room, you tried to draw her, from your memory.

Brienne of Tarth came back, four month later. You didn't knew that. You were too busy. You had just presented your project in one of the rooms of the castle.

She heard about it. And Podrick, who didn't knzw about the whole story, wanted to see that. He didn't knew anything about art, but Tyrion always told him art was important. So he dragged Brienne in the exhibition, not wondering for a moment why she didn't want to come here.

While Podrick looked closely at each piece (he was trying to understand), Brienne just walked into the room, eyes on the floor. There were few people, mostly noblemen. She sometimes took a look to one of the paintings. She recognized the worker's hands you talked about. She had to admit you were a very good painter. And she began to look more closely to your art work.

"Look, isn't this Brienne of Tarth?"

She sighed. Were they going to make fun of her now?

But when she looked around, there was no one who looked at her.

"Yes, that's her!"

She noticed the two men talking about her. They were in front of a painting she couldn't see from where she was. She came closer and saw the piece.

That was her. You drew her portrait. Brienne was confused. She looked so beautiful on it. She wasn't sure she was exactly like that for real. Then she saw little note next to it.

The only painting I made without a reference. Actually I was late at our meeting and when I came she wasn't there anymore so I had to do this one from my memory. Brienne of Tarth, my model, is exactly the kind of beauty I was searching for. She does not fit the beauty standards, but she carries grace and strength. She embodies the essence of my project. Beautiful, but only for those who open their eyes.

She looked again at the painting.

"I didn't know you were a model" Podrick said.

"Me neither. I just discovered it."

In the evening, you went to the garden for a walk. You were thinking about Brienne. You felt so sorry for her. You walked to the bench you were to join her.

She was there. She was sitting on the bench. You heart warmed up as she waved to you. You sat next to her.

"Good evening, I'm glad you aren't mad at me."

"Well to be honest I was. But I saw the portrait you made of me."

"Oh, really? Did you thought it looked like you?"

"Yes but... I'm not that beautiful"

"You are. And if you don't like it, no worries. I can draw you tomorrow morning. I promise I won't be late."

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Chapters

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

[darklittlecreature666]

Just For You

Summary: Cold weather. Dry lips. Larissa.

Author's note: A silly idea made by my silly little mind. The longer this stays on my drafts, the stronger the urge to just delete it completely.

Additional note: Just want to thank @yourlocaldisneyvillain @sapphicsbeloved @saphire-scribbles for letting me know of your thoughts on the last fic! I was having doubts if I should keep it posted so I'm glad you found it alright. :)

And to answer @digital-demise (who I can't seem to tag) yes, that's the game I had in mind. I agree that it's a classic! I love how it challenges the teamwork and dynamics of the players. I'm glad you recognized it.

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A shiver runs down your spine again so you momentarily stopped checking the paper you were grading. You looked at the fire on your left, still offering you additional warmth in the rather cold weather. You chanced a glance at Larissa, and you saw her still laser focused on her laptop which brought a smile on your face. You love seeing glimpses of her while she's busy.

But before you can fully stare and take her in, you shook your head out of it, forcing yourself to finish the ungraded papers on your table.

Spending the last few hours of the workday on Larissa's office has been integrated on your day for months now. A spare foldable table is permanently stored in her office, waiting until your classes are finally over. This routine started to remedy the unfortunate matter of rarely seeing each other during the weekdays due to work, and also because you always want to accompany her on the walk through her chambers once she's done with the day's workload. The good night's, the handholding, the little squeezes in between, the light conversation, the shared smiles, and the kisses– well, those were just some perks you always look forward to when you reach your destination. You were absolutely smitten, and you took pride in that fact.

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You can see that you only have a few more papers left, and you're annoyed that you have to stop once again. It's still the weather's fault but this time you weren't trembling from the cold, but rather chewing on your bottom lip as you felt how dry it is.

You turn your attention to your bag, searching for the short tube that would aid you in your current problem. You checked your purse, it's not there. You also checked the various pockets, hoping you put it there but it's not in any of it. So you decided to look in the entirety of the bag, hands moving your things on the side yet you still came up empty-handed.

You're confused. Where did you place it? You tried again. Maybe second time's the charm.

No, it apparently isn't.

You sighed before facing Larissa. It's a long shot, but you'd still take it. "Rissa? Have you seen my lip balm?"

She glanced at you, head slightly tilted at the side before she hummed her yes. She stood up and walked towards you, stopping on the side of the table in front of you.

"Open up" Her eyes, which seem fixated on your lips, affirms what she was pertaining to.

You gave her a quizzical look, but you decided to do it after a few seconds. She could have just told you where it was so you could have applied the lip balm on your own, but if she wants to do it, then you'll let her be.

She leans down, the pad of her thumb tracing your lips before proceeding to caress your cheek. You hold your gaze up at her, her undivided attention making your cheeks heat up.

You didn't have the time to question why she's leaning even further when her lips met yours in a kiss, your eyes instinctively closing at the contact. A shiver runs the length of your body, now for a different yet very much welcome reason, as her tongue follows the path that her thumb traced on your lips. You let out a hum, your hand shooting up to stroke the back of her hand that's still holding your face. Her tongue claims your mouth, and you allow her to explore, too drunk on her kiss to think about anything else.

When you felt that she's about to pull away, you went to chase her so as to not end the kiss, but the hand in your cheek prevented you from doing so.

"How's that?"

You slowly blinked multiple times, eyes finding hers. You ran your tongue on your bottom lip, still reeling from the kiss. You just stare at her for a bit, your mind yet to form any coherent thought. The slight raise on her eyebrows was what made you talk, "Is that a new brand of lip balm?"

She nods before muttering the confirmation, playing along with what she started.

"I think it's my favorite" She chuckles at that, a proud smirk adorning her face. Despite the smirk though, you noticed the faint blush in her cheeks. She's just as affected as you are.

"It's exclusively yours, darling"

"I sure hope so. I'll fight anyone who dares try them" Larissa laughs at that. Her eyes shimmering with adoration.

You grabbed her hand, placing a small kiss on the back of it. You felt her squeeze your hand before she goes back to her chair.

"Oh, and before I forget, your lip balm is hidden on the stack of papers"

You crane your neck to look, and there it is. The embarrassment flared up the heat on your cheeks. It slipped your mind that you placed it there.

Larissa could have had easily told you where it was, but then again she seemed to have a plan in mind. One that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter widely.

"Thanks. I don't want it anymore, though. I already have my new favorite" You playfully said as you kept the lip balm safe in your bag.

Her answering smirk made you blush even harder. You knew then that you'll be distracted to finish the rest of the papers in front of you, but you'll still try nonetheless.

[darklittlecreature666]

Tattoos & Bruises

Notes: pretty much given before. Shorter than usual.... Do enjoy! 🖤😊

Chapter 8

You knew that it would be best if you just go there. If she must arrive here… all hell will be let loose. You look at the time, your eyes burning from the tears, your hands and fingers throbbing. Back in the kitchen you grab a few pain pills and down them with the tequila you just grab from the freezer. You carefully rinse your hands, allowing you to see how bad the damage is. You groan as the water feels like knives against the broken flesh. “Well Satine… you must be proud” you whisper to yourself. Nothing seems broken, just broken skin and flesh, no bones showing…so it’s better than expected. Hanging your head, you start to cry. Remember Satine, this is why we don’t settle down. You keep saying it in your mind as you scream at yourself. Having another sip from the bottle, waiting a moment for the pain meds to kick in, for your heart to stop racing, for the feeling of Vanessa to disappear. When neither of them came, you start moving, stopping in your lounge, you lean back against your couch, your head now spinning. “You wish to see me Principal Weems…. Well, here I come.” Talking to yourself, you try and force your legs to start working, to start moving back towards the door. The last thing you remember is your door opening and your lover walking in.

You couldn’t wait the hour; something was certainly up, and you were not waiting another second to find out what it is. Grabbing your coat and rush to go and find Satine, and so help me God if she isn’t there. You got to her door, and you heard groaning. Fuck knocking you thought while opening the door. There she was, leaning against her couch, tequila bottle in one hand, her phone in another. Her fingers lined with dry and fresh blood. Out of everything you might have expected… this was certainly not it. She looked up with a dazed smile before her head went back and her knees hit the ground. Her phone buzzes as you rush towards her.

TAKE CARE OF MY KITTEN, WILL YOU? DON’T GO GETTING TOO ATTACHED TO HER, I HAVE NEVER BEEN ONE FOR SHARING WHATS MEANT TO BE MINE.

You take the bottle and place it on the table, picking her weak body up you walk out onto the balcony, looking around to see if you could possibly see anyone, the phone buzzes in your hand.

TALK ABOUT A WHOLE LOT OF WOMAN! TELL MY KITTEN I WILL SEE HER SOON, WITH ANY LUCK I WILL GET THE CHANCE TO MEET THE WOMAN WHO IS SLEEPING WITH WHATS MINE.

You started to feel sick, your heart starting to race and your temper starting bubble. Were you that blind that you couldn’t see there was someone else? Yet then why did the dark little creature in your arms look the state that she does? You glance down as Satine whimpers against your chest. Fighting back the tears you carry her back in, you put her in bed and clean up her hands. You leave her phone on her nightstand and take one last look at her sleeping figure before turning to leave. Only once you are in the comfort of your own office do you allow yourself to break down. “You are a ridiculous woman, Larissa Weems!”

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Weeks had passed since that fateful evening; your knuckles had started to heal, and your phone had been eerily silent. You don’t remember too much once you got the tequila out. You remember waking up a few days later, between the emotions, pills, pain and alcohol, your body just shut down.

Larissa had barely spoken to you unless it was regarding classes and any upcoming competitions, she never came to see you and you never got asked to come to her. You had no training today as all the students had go out into town for a tour. Very few staff members stayed behind. You did, you needed to see her.

You stood outside her door, nervous, you knocked and waited for her.

“Come in” Her voice always made you smile. You enter, closing the door and locking it. If you wanted this, you are going to have to fight tooth and nail for this woman. She glanced up quickly and back down.

“Coach Ives, what can I do for you?”

Her cold tone stung; you knew she was upset. You figured that after seeing the extra messages from Vanessa…you would be feeling the same as her. But surely she couldn’t believe that you had being seeing someone else. Her shortness and lack of eye contact had you growing angry quickly. Her emotions busy pumping through your veins was not aiding the current situation. She felt angry and cold. She did not want you standing in her office.

“ME! Larissa Weems, you can do me!” She stops her typing and glances up at you.

“Excuse me?” her voice slightly pitched, irritation coating every letter of her question.

“Oh, I am sorry, let me try it again for you to understand better.” You lean over her desk. “Fuck me, touch me, kiss me, share my bed, that’s what you can do! It’s been months! I can’t stand the idea of going to bed one for night without you, I am over not waking up without you…and quite frankly, my skin is looking fucking damn dull without you marked all over it. So, yes…what you can do is me…your little one remember? But if none of those ideas appeals you, can you give me something? Shout at me, slap me… but just stop treating me as if I don’t exist!” Your heart was racing, and you felt tears burning in your eyes.

Standing up slowly she grabbed your face, making you growl as her nails dug into your cheeks “My little one? You want me to fuck you? You want me to mark you? Why not go and ask whoever Vannessa is?” She lets you go and sits back down to continue with her work. “You can do now; I’m done with you.”

You drop to one of the chairs and fold your arms. “Come and make me!” Larissa slams her laptop closed, rage flashed in her eyes as she comes around her desk, pulling you up and her big blue eyes staring down at you. “You are a damn stubborn, closed-minded fool Larissa Weems. I warned you what came with us, I warned you and you pursued me anyway. Christ Larissa I literally have your teeth tattooed on me. “You’re telling me that after reading all those messages you really think it’s her I want and not you?”

You pull out of the grasp and strip down, standing in front of her in just your bra and panties. You turn around and bunch your hair up to show her your neck once again. “Here I stand… I am broken from my past, a past clearly back for trouble, I am covered in tattoos and piercings, I am standing here, trying to fight for the best thing that has happened in my life for a long time… And you Larissa… my beautiful red lipped, blue-eyed, white-haired Goddess… will you fight for me?”

You had no idea what made you feel more heat… the roaring fire next to you, or the pure embarrassment that you felt. The more those blue eyes pierced you, the longer she stood there in silence, the worse you started to feel. Grabbing your clothes to cover yourself up you let out a nervous chuckle.

“I thought Vannessa was the greatest thing that happened in my life. She took me in after I was thrown out the house. Her and her partner put me through the last two years of school, got me the finest swimming coach… For two years my life was perfect. Then I turned 18.” Tears started to fall as you spoke softly. “Turns out Vanessa and her partner were famous for their young girl parties. No one ever got to touch me, well except the two of them, but I was the greatest display they had. Once everyone else went home I would used by the two of them until I would pass out. Being a natural submissive was just a bonus for them. I didn’t know what those relationships were meant to be like until I got a bit older. They weren’t my Master and Mistress as I thought… they just liked to smack me around and treat me badly. It wasn’t until I landed up in hospital from a beating that I decided I needed to get out.” Pulling your clothes on, wiping the tears from your eyes you wait for Larissa to speak. You searched her eyes but got nothing. “I have been running from her for 6 years Larissa. But clearly that doesn’t matter. I shall email my resignation to you later and I will be going back home. I apologize for wasting your time Principal Weems.”

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Chapter 2

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You were up earlier than normal, for some strange reason, the interview had you very anxious. It wasn’t as if this would have been your first, and it certainly wouldn’t be your last. Yet you couldn’t shake the nerves that had you up and pacing your hotel room 4am that morning.

By 6:3am you were showered and standing in front of the cupboard. Staring blankly at all the clothes that you had brought with for this day. More than one option, yet you could decide which one to wear. Skirts weren’t always your thing, even though they normally end up making head turn. No, that’s not something you need for today. Not at a school. A slim fitting pair of black slacks, a white blouse and heels. That should be perfect. 7:00am you were in the bathroom finishing up your hair and makeup. Nothing special, a little base, eyeliner, and mascara. Your hair you curled lightly and twisted into a pin up look. Taking a final look at yourself you sighed. For the first time it bothered you that you hadn’t changed your hair colour to something normal. The emerald green stood loud and proud. Too late now. The piercing your face held would also just have to stay. Tattoos were concealed. This is who you are. The school board wanted you, so they must know what you look like.

By 7:30am you were in a cab and on your way to Netherworld College. “You know Miss, I personally have never taken anyone up to the school. The name alone freaks me out. I hope you know what you are getting yourself into here.” The drivers voice sounded as anxious as you felt. He had a fair enough point. Everything about this school seemed odd, the name, the Principals name, the fact that no one actually knew a thing about the place. “Honestly Mister, I haven’t the faintest idea what I am facing.” You saw the concern in his eyes as he glanced back at you in his rearview mirror. You couldn’t help start wondering what it was you were actually doing. Dark and mysterious may have been your way of life, but this seemed more life risking than you even deemed normal for yourself.

Driving through massive iron gates you swallowed hard. The grounds seemed darker all of a sudden, as if the sun was dimmer past the gate. Glaring out the window your eyes widened as you came up to the massive stone structure. While your anxiety grew, there was something oddly comical about your current situation. Here you are, at a castle like structure, coming to meet a Morningstar, the Principal of the school called Netherworld. To top it off, while Lily is what you had always gone by, Lilith was truly your name. Stepping out the car the driver gave you a smile and was out of there before you could ask him to wait.

As you walked up the steps the stupendous door slowly opened. Stepping in your found the entrance to be empty. Who opened? “Lily…I think it’s time we call this for what it is.” Whispering to yourself you slowly started stepping back. Deciding that maybe this isn’t the best idea. As you turned so the doors closed. Pulling on the oddly warm handles you started to panic. A low voice came ringing behind you, a squeak left your lips as you turned and pressed against the door. “You must be Ms Ives, they were concerned that perhaps you had gotten lost. If you’ll follow me, I shall take you to the Principal.”

“They? I am sorry, my understanding is I am meeting one person, who is they?” Confused and still unsure what your situation, you waited for the obscenely large man to provide you with an answer. “That is who you will be seeing Ms Ives, you will soon understand. Now please, they don’t like to be kept waiting.” Falling into step with the man you thought you already understood. The Principal must have been non-binary! This might not be such a bad idea then. At least the two of you would have the same sort of understanding, and then maybe they wouldn’t have too much of an issue with your physical looks.

Little did you know, little could you ever imagine, that once those doors had closed behind you, your life was about to change. A change that one would only read in stories, a change that someone maybe even fantasied about. As came to halt in front of the most magnificent marble doors your heart sank. ‘L. Morningstar’ written above the door frame. Whatever or whoever was behind that door had you now wanting to know more. Your nerves buzzing softly through your veins, excitement slowly taking over. The man knocked and you found yourself holding your breath.

From behind the door, you heard the most beautiful voice one could ever imagine. Soft yet dripping with command. “You may enter” It was only three simple words. But it was three words that had you wanting to burst through the doors and do whatever the voice commanded.

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Chapter 2

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You were up earlier than normal, for some strange reason, the interview had you very anxious. It wasn’t as if this would have been your first, and it certainly wouldn’t be your last. Yet you couldn’t shake the nerves that had you up and pacing your hotel room 4am that morning.

By 6:3am you were showered and standing in front of the cupboard. Staring blankly at all the clothes that you had brought with for this day. More than one option, yet you could decide which one to wear. Skirts weren’t always your thing, even though they normally end up making head turn. No, that’s not something you need for today. Not at a school. A slim fitting pair of black slacks, a white blouse and heels. That should be perfect. 7:00am you were in the bathroom finishing up your hair and makeup. Nothing special, a little base, eyeliner, and mascara. Your hair you curled lightly and twisted into a pin up look. Taking a final look at yourself you sighed. For the first time it bothered you that you hadn’t changed your hair colour to something normal. The emerald green stood loud and proud. Too late now. The piercing your face held would also just have to stay. Tattoos were concealed. This is who you are. The school board wanted you, so they must know what you look like.

By 7:30am you were in a cab and on your way to Netherworld College. “You know Miss, I personally have never taken anyone up to the school. The name alone freaks me out. I hope you know what you are getting yourself into here.” The drivers voice sounded as anxious as you felt. He had a fair enough point. Everything about this school seemed odd, the name, the Principals name, the fact that no one actually knew a thing about the place. “Honestly Mister, I haven’t the faintest idea what I am facing.” You saw the concern in his eyes as he glanced back at you in his rearview mirror. You couldn’t help start wondering what it was you were actually doing. Dark and mysterious may have been your way of life, but this seemed more life risking than you even deemed normal for yourself.

Driving through massive iron gates you swallowed hard. The grounds seemed darker all of a sudden, as if the sun was dimmer past the gate. Glaring out the window your eyes widened as you came up to the massive stone structure. While your anxiety grew, there was something oddly comical about your current situation. Here you are, at a castle like structure, coming to meet a Morningstar, the Principal of the school called Netherworld. To top it off, while Lily is what you had always gone by, Lilith was truly your name. Stepping out the car the driver gave you a smile and was out of there before you could ask him to wait.

As you walked up the steps the stupendous door slowly opened. Stepping in your found the entrance to be empty. Who opened? “Lily…I think it’s time we call this for what it is.” Whispering to yourself you slowly started stepping back. Deciding that maybe this isn’t the best idea. As you turned so the doors closed. Pulling on the oddly warm handles you started to panic. A low voice came ringing behind you, a squeak left your lips as you turned and pressed against the door. “You must be Ms Ives, they were concerned that perhaps you had gotten lost. If you’ll follow me, I shall take you to the Principal.”

“They? I am sorry, my understanding is I am meeting one person, who is they?” Confused and still unsure what your situation, you waited for the obscenely large man to provide you with an answer. “That is who you will be seeing Ms Ives, you will soon understand. Now please, they don’t like to be kept waiting.” Falling into step with the man you thought you already understood. The Principal must have been non-binary! This might not be such a bad idea then. At least the two of you would have the same sort of understanding, and then maybe they wouldn’t have too much of an issue with your physical looks.

Little did you know, little could you ever imagine, that once those doors had closed behind you, your life was about to change. A change that one would only read in stories, a change that someone maybe even fantasied about. As came to halt in front of the most magnificent marble doors your heart sank. ‘L. Morningstar’ written above the door frame. Whatever or whoever was behind that door had you now wanting to know more. Your nerves buzzing softly through your veins, excitement slowly taking over. The man knocked and you found yourself holding your breath.

From behind the door, you heard the most beautiful voice one could ever imagine. Soft yet dripping with command. “You may enter” It was only three simple words. But it was three words that had you wanting to burst through the doors and do whatever the voice commanded.

Chapter 3

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Chapter 1

Chapter One

There was something about the darkness that always had you captivated. Standing at the window, watching the rain fall and the lightening strike through the sky you could help but wonder what it was. From your home to your own dress style portrayed darkness. You even recall your grandmother once confronting your mother, asking her if you were a witch. At the time you felt offended, yet now nearly thirty, dressed in all black with the only color to show would be the obscenely bright green hair and blue eyes that were soul piercing, you could see what the old woman was going on about.

Being the black sheep of the family had become somewhat of your trademark. Dark clothes, pale skin, bright colored hair, piercings and tattoos. You certainly stood out from everyone else, and not in ways they appreciated. The cherry on the cake for the family came when you decided to let them know that you were not interested in men, but in fact, you were gay. Most blocked and cut you off from their lives. Hard to believe that in the 21st century, something as simple as loving the same gender and still be treated as if you have some incurable and spreadable disease.

Though to be frank, it never really bothered you when you pushed aside. You never really got a lone with either side of your family. Their old ideologies and mannerism never suited you and was never something you could follow or agree with. Times had changed and thinking patterns need to do the same.

You had barely stepped out of college when you were contacted by the board of some college about a teaching position, before you knew you found yourself on a plane, heading to Vermont for an interview at an academy you had never heard of before, to meet the Principal that you had yet to even speak to. The thing was weird, but after from research you found the school to be well renowned. A place of absolute beauty. A school for extremely gifted children. While some information seemed vague, it peeked your interests. There had been mentions of the Principal on the website, yet no photos, and certainly not enough to tell you if you could possibly be working for a man or a woman.

After your call you booked a ticket, you decided to get there weeks before your interview. You wanted to see the town beforehand. You didn’t want to accept a job in a place that you were comfortable with and didn’t know. Two weeks would at least give you time to look around and get a feel. It would also give you more time to find out about the school from the public its Headmaster or Headmistress. Arriving earlier also provided you and opportunity to look around at houses. If you were going to stay, you wanted the perfect place to make your own in your possibly new little town.

The two weeks went quickly, the town was small but quant. The people seemed nice enough, yet getting the answers you were looking for seemed impossible. No one actually knew much about the school, about the students or about who ran it. According to the town, one day it was just there. Now while things can happen quickly, a school can’t just pop up overnight. You had tried contacting the school, you wanted to confirm your appointment, the only answer you got was “The Principal will contact you regarding your appointment” That was it, and mid of the second week you had still not heard a thing. You had taken time to have a look at a few houses and had your eye on the perfect one, you had looked at a car and had planned a list of everything else you would need for your move. If someone could just let you know what was happening.

It was a Thursday evening when the rain came rolling in, the thunder crashed, and the lightening lit the night sky when you heard the notification on your laptop. You forced yourself away from the window and your thoughts about your past to take a set at the desk and look at what it may be. An email, from a: Principal L. Morningstar. The surname had you laughing. If your grandmother was alive you would be phoning her. The idea of telling her that her ‘witch’ granddaughter had an interview with the Devil would have been the greatest thing in your life.

Good evening Ms Ives,

I apologize for my tardiness; the past two weeks have been chaotic and contacting you regarding your interview had slipped through the cracks.

I am aware of the late hour, but if you can come tomorrow around 08:00am for your interview?

If my late mail has created any inconvenience, please let me know. I am more than happy to set up for another day and time.

Regards,

Principal L. Morningstar

The surname had you giggling once again, you had to wonder what the ‘L’ stood for. You wanted to respond by saying that you didn’t care about an interview, you accept the position. The idea of being able to tell people that your boss was Principal Morningstar, created an excitement in like no other.

Good evening,

I understand.

8:00 tomorrow morning is perfectly fine.

Regards,

L. Ives

You paused before adding your name, you decided that you wanted to test the waters a little. L. Ives. Your L. for Lilith. You wanted to see if the ‘devil’ on the other end of the pc had a sense of humor. You truly hope that they did.

Chapter 2

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