mistressweems - Tumblr blog

mistressweems · 2 years ago

Text

Tattoos & Bruises

Chapter 10

Notes: I AM SO SORRY THIS HAS TAKEN SO LONG! Life has had me tied up... and honestly not in a way I like 🖤🖤🖤🖤

Something for you to wake up to baby @pebbleswritessometimes Let the YELLING begin hehe

Warnings: ANGST

The days that past Larissa would leave before you would wake in the mornings and be back with you before the sun had set, the school would be closing soon, which would then mean more time together and the conversation about your past had still not happened. Tonight has to be the night. The air needed to be cleared and things needed to be explained. You didn’t want it hanging over your heads when you could be enjoying each other’s company instead. You moved the couches around and packed the floor with pillows, stir fry was served and glasses of wine was poured. You were busy changing into something more comfortable when you heard her come in. “Someone clearly has something planned for this evening I see!” You walked out the passage to see the beautiful woman kicking off her shoes. “Nothing much planned Riss, just figured a nice dinner and maybe a chance to chat?” She came up and pulled you against her, as tall as she was compared to you, you both somehow just fit perfectly together. Leaning down she kissed you softly. “Sounds like a lovely idea darling, let me go and change first.”

Food had been pushed aside and another bottle of wine had been opened. Larissa’s eyes held so much hurt in them as she listened to you. Never sure what to say or if it was appropriate to even ask anything. “Larissa, it’s fine, you don’t have to sit there in silence… you can say something.” You held her hand, giving her a gentle smile. Your life story is not something you ever spoke about, but then you had never given yourself the chance to let someone in enough. “What was your name before and why did you end up changing it?”

Thinking for a moment and adjusting on the pillow. “My bother and I were adopted at young ages. Growing up he… well we feel in love with the movie Moulin Rouge. After our adoptive parents threw me out, we kept in contact. Even after Vanessa came into my life. He was my everything, it killed me not to be able to see him. Once I came out of hospital from being beaten and I ran away, I got word from old friends that he had committed suicide… I decided to change my name to Satine, not only was it a way to keep him with me, but it gave me chance to escape Vanessa and create a new life for myself. Yet it is an ironically a somewhat fitting name.” Larissa crawled closer to you, kissing your cheek. “You are so more than this dark past, and you are more deserving of love than anyone I know. I must thank you for letting me in though my little one.” The pet name made you smile, but then everything about the woman in front of you made you smile. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance that she could love you for what you once were. The thought made you happy and nervous all at the same time. There was still so much more that Larissa didn’t know about you. In time you knew you would have to tell her it all, but for now, for now this was a pretty good start.

“I can’t believe I am bunking school! If Principal Weems finds out I am in so much trouble.” There was two days left of the school term and you needed help with a plan you had. Enid and Wednesday walk in as soon as Larissa drove out the main gate. You couldn’t help but watch the two of them, something was busy blossoming, and whether Ms Addam was prepared for it or not, a new relationship would be blooming. Wednesday rolled her eyes at the nervous and blabbering Enid as they arrived at the door. “Was it not you that created the false emergency that brought them back together? So stop your whining already.”

An hour of planning and a quick trip to town. Flowers ordered, key made, a new outfit - as requested, well more like demanded by Enid, thank God for Wednesday for making sure it was black. Pink was just not your style! Once you felt happy with everything you took the girls back to the school, Wednesday showing you were to park and sneaking her and Enid back in without a soul knowing a thing. Well so you hoped anyway.

The two days went by without your silver haired beauty returning to you. Which you figured would happen. Things at the school were chaotic, so it was certainly more sensible for to stay at the school. She would message you all day, begging you to come stay there with her, but you give her excuse after excuse. You knew it would be something you’d pay for later, but in the end it would all be worth it, as long as Larissa said yes anyway.

Two days, all you wanted from her is to come and spend it at the school with you. And all you got was one lame excuse after the other. What is going on here again? One moment she is telling you that she can’t live without you, the next she can’t even find 5 mins out of her day to see you. This girl was going to drive you mad, and currently not in a good way. When the school closes the two of you would need to decide what was happening. Maybe she must come back to the school, the students do miss her… that’s what you will do, re-offer her, her job back, get her things packed up and have her move back to the school.

----------

You must be losing your mind! Standing outside the hall door, you can hear Larissa talking. Wednesday and Enid are waiting on the other to let you in at the right time. Why did you agree to wear a dress and heels? You adjust the dress, its skin-tight and just above the knee, 6-inch heels, your hair wavy and loose, Enid even made sure you had makeup on for today’s event. The things you do for the ones you care for…. Flowers and a little black box ready in hand. Enid and Wednesday tap on the door. Show time. The door slowly opens, you sneak in and what.

As Larissa plans on bring the final assembly to an end, the girls get the plan going. Wednesday starts creating a path as Enid shouts out, asking Larissa what her plans are for the holiday. Her response almost has you tripping over your own feet. “Oh, I have little one I plan on having lots of fun with. Wednesday turns back to look at you “what an apt name Ms” Some how you manage to make to the front without being noticed. Wednesday clears her throat. “There is one more question for you Principal Weems.” Enid snaps her fingers and the entire school steps to either side of the hall. You walk up to her and curtsey. “Principal Weems, would you perhaps do me the honour of making my house a home and move in this tattooed woman?” holding out the flowers and the little box you smile up at her. “You want me to move in with you? You are insane to want to live with me! But how could I turn down a face like your?”

For moment you thought she was actually turning you down. Taking advantage of your new height you put the flowers and box down on the podium, pulling Larissa against you and kissing her. The excitement of girls screaming and the boys whistling had you giggling against your lovers lips, before pulling away you lean up to her ear “I am feeling like a very bad girl…just so you know Ma’am.” Letting her go you give another curtsy to her and the students. Her mouth still hanging. “I’ll go wait for you in your office.”

You never thought you could be this happy. Sitting on Larissa’s desk, you knew she wouldn’t be long. Not after what you said her. The door opened and shut quickly, you watched her lock the door and head over to you. “Well, that was quite the surprise.” Her hands run up the top of your thighs as she gets to you, eyeing out every inch of you in that dress has her biting her bottom lip. “…and please can we agree that every time you wear this dress, it’s an open invitation for me to fuck you senseless?” giggling you take her hands and pull her between your legs. “You have never needed a dress for that Riss, you have had that open invitation since day one.” You blush at your own words, which causes Larissa to let out a bit of a very satisfied growl before biting your bottom lip. “Before you get carried away, why don’t you pack a few things and come home and then you can see what else I got you.” Larissa steps away and smiles. “Yes, we need to talk about that, darling I can’t move with you. I was actually thinking of asking you to come live with me, you can come back and work here…” Your head was spinning, you were confused and unsure if you heard her correctly. Climbing off the desk you frown at her. “I’m sorry, for a moment there I heard you tell me you can’t move in with me…. Even though just moments ago you said yes.” Her thumb brushes over your forehead, brushing away the creases from your frown and down over your cheek. “You heard right, I have my place here, I can’t run a school from your house love. I need to be here my students.” Stepping away from her you head to the door. “I didn’t ask you to leave your job Larissa, I asked you to come share a house and a bed with me in the evenings, weekends, school breaks. But I understand. Keep the key, give it to Enid and Wednesday, choice is yours. I am going home.”

You knew you messed up the moment you said it, and now for the second time you watched her walk out your door. You can’t let this happen again. You wouldn’t let it happen again. Rushing to pack your bags and everything else you would need for the weeks ahead. You have to fix this, you can’t not have her in your life. “You can do this Larissa. It isn’t far from the school, and you love her!” Moaning at yourself you grab your bag your phone, your office keys and the little box with the key for Satines place. Rushing out the door and out to the car. She is already gone, amazing how such little legs can move so quickly you thought as you toss your things in your car and hear to her house. “I am coming my little one, and I promise I am staying.” If only you could have known beforehand... you would never have let her walk out those doors, you would never have said what you said. You would have held her a little longer. You have done so many things differently. If you only could have known what horrific scene you would come to face once stepping into your lovers home.

Tag List: @angelwolf96 , @pebbleswritessometimes , @weemssapphic , @readingtheentrails , @littledollll , @gwendolinechristieiscute , @justcallmelittleone

#girls who like girls #larissa weems #gwendolineuniverse #larissa x oc #lesbian pride #lgbtq #principal larissa weems #principal weems

44 notes · View notes

mistressweems · 2 years ago

Text

@pebbleswritessometimes BABY!!!! LOOK AT HER!! MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT

Gwendoline Christie - Met Gala 2023 - Behind the Scenes

Game of Thrones and Wednesday star Gwendoline Christie was resplendent in a Fendi gown that perfectly offset her fair features; and to match, her beauty look by NARS was pared back and glowing.

229 notes · View notes

mistressweems · 2 years ago

Text

A Little Snippet

A sneak peek at the next chapter of Tattoos & Bruises

I promise I haven't forgotten about you all! My life has just been so chaotic as of late I haven't had a change to finish off the next chapter. BUT.... Here is a little piece to keep you in suspense hehe

______________________

For moment you thought she was actually turning you down. Taking advantage of your new height you put the flowers and box down on the podium, pulling Larissa against you and kissing her. The excitement of girls screaming, and the boys whistling had you giggling against your lovers' lips, before pulling away you lean up to her ear “I am feeling like a very bad girl…just so you know Ma’am.” Letting her go you give another curtsy to her and the students. Her mouth still hanging. “I’ll go wait for you in your office.”

Tags:

@angelwolf96 @pebbleswritessometimes @weemssapphic

@readingtheentrails

@littledollll

@gwendolinechristieiscute

#girls who like girls #larissa weems #gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #lesbian pride #principal larissa weems #principal weems #lgbtq

30 notes · View notes

mistressweems · 2 years ago

Note

how did you come up with tattoos & bruises

It's life events I have lived through and experienced. I have just found a better way to write about it.... well so I believe.

🖤

2 notes · View notes

mistressweems · 2 years ago

Text

Reblog if you want one of these in your ask box:

•A compliment

•A story

•Why you follow me

•A cute message

•One thing you want to tell me

•One thing you want to know about me

683K notes · View notes

mistressweems · 2 years ago

Note

hey i just want to pop on here say

1 i love your writing

2 your tattoos & bruises series is amazing got to be my favourite out of everything i’ve ever read on tumblr or wattpad

3 hope you are doing okay

Hello there 🖤😊 Thank you so very much for this. It's been such a long time since I stopped writing, I really wasn't sure how things were going to go once I started again. Hehe I am glad to hear that you are enjoying the series 🥰😊 I love writing it! Has brought a lot of joy back into my life and seeing how many people are enjoying the series as much as they are! I am doing ok.... getting there slowly. Thank you for asking! I hope you are doing well 🥰

1 note · View note

mistressweems · 2 years ago

Text

Mother is literally mothering in this scene

141 notes · View notes

mistressweems · 2 years ago

Text

EMMYS 2023: Netflix will submit Gwendoline Christie as Larissa Weems in consideration for Outstanding Supporting Actress in a Comedy Series.

102 notes · View notes

mistressweems · 2 years ago

Text

Hard not to enjoy it when it has shivers running down your spine

second to last. enjoy it. or don't.

Episode 1

Episode 2

Episode 3

Episode 4

Episode 5

Episode 6

159 notes · View notes

mistressweems · 2 years ago

Note

hello! I love your Larissa fic and I was wondering if you would write for Jane Murdstone (ik she is a red flag but I’m colorblind) ? Jane and reader are in a secret relationship, maybe a oneshot about reader waking up in Jane’s bed after they spent the night together ? Some fluff and angst ? Thank you 🛐

A/N: Hi anon!! Thank you for your request, sorry it took me so long to write it. I’m in post con/post meeting Gwen depression lol. I hope this exceeds your expectations, I added some smut because why not ? Thank you again for the request <3

Unlace me (NSFW)

Jane Murdstone x fem!reader

TW: smut, internalised homophobia, Jane is a tw in herself

You could talk about it for hours, the feeling of waking up next to Jane for the first time. And yet it was indescribable.

—————

Jane had waltzed into your life a few months ago when her brother had married your Lady. You knew right away that she would be trouble, not only in your Lady’s household but in your personal life too.

What had struck you first was, of course, her height. When she had walked into the kitchen where you had been working to introduce herself, you looked up right in time to see her duck to get through the door. Her face had been hidden by her black bonnet and when she finally lifted her head, you dropped the whisk that you had been holding. Her cerulean eyes looked you up and down and the corner of her lips tugged into what you later learnt to be Jane’s way of smiling.

Your Lady had told you that Miss Murdstone would be living at the manor, ostensibly to relieve you of some of the housework. It didn’t make much sense to you as you’d never complain about the number of chores you had to do, but it was not your place to question your Lady’s decision. Quickly after that, the Murdstones siblings moved into the manor.

It didn’t take you long to realise that Jane Murdstone thought of herself as superior to you, and treated you more as her maid than a fellow housekeeper. And so you had found yourself, more often than not, caring for the tall woman’s needs. Not that you minded, you would be a fool to complain about tending to a woman like Jane.

You had been another kind of fool though, for your heart skipped a beat every time Jane’s eyes bored into yours and your knees went weak each time your name was on her lips. You still had a hard time admitting that you had fallen in love. Not only had you fallen for a woman, but a cruel one at that. One who only seemed to acknowledge you when she needed someone to brush her hair or unlace her corset.

But then again, you didn’t mind. You thought there was something deeply intimate in unlacing the woman’s corset, allowing her to close her eyes and take a deep breath as she stretched her back.

Jane rarely said a word as you helped her disrobe before leading her to the dressing table. You would take the pins off her hair and carefully brush through it, your fingers often lingering there for a second too long once you were done braiding it. And if Jane noticed, she never mentioned it.

Once that was done she would usually gesture towards the door, silently letting you know that your help wasn’t needed anymore. You would nod and leave the room, never forgetting to wish the woman a good night. Jane never answered, but as soon as you were out of the room her lips always spread in a small smile as her fingertips grazed her braided hair. Perhaps she was a foolish woman too.

—————————

You knew that evening would be different as soon as the woman stepped foot inside the manor. You heard her climb the stairs two at a time and close her bedroom door a little too vigorously.

“Miss Murdstone ?” You called from the hallway, waiting for permission to walk in. After a few long seconds of silence, you decided to push the door open and walked inside the room. Jane was standing in front of the tall mirror, hands twisted in her back as she unsuccessfully tried to loosen up her corset. She was muttering something under her breath that sounded unintelligible to you, making her look like a crazy woman.

“Let me help you, I will unlace it.” You said as you took a few long strides, hands reaching for the woman’s back.

“Keep your dirty hands off me!” Jane immediately snapped at you, making your heart squeeze painfully in your chest. “I do not need your help. I do not need you, or anyone else for that matter!” She said nearly out of breath, hands still fumbling with the lacing on the back of her corset.

“Jane for Heaven’s sake! You will make yourself faint, let me help!” You said urgently, so urgently that you didn’t notice you had used her first name until she spun around to face you, her eyes wide and her face flushed.

“How dare you ?!” The tall woman spat the words out and raised her hand, making you flinch as you waited for her palm to hit your cheek.

Jane realised what she was about to do as soon as you flinched and her hand immediately dropped to the side of her body. You were scared of her. You were expecting her to hit you. And she almost had.

A strange feeling crept inside the woman’s chest, making her take a step closer to you.

I am so sorry, please forgive me. Jane wanted to say, but she was unable to. She’d never said those words before and they died in her throat before she even managed to push them out to you.

You watched as Jane’s brows furrowed, her mouth falling slightly open as she seemed to be searching for something to say. Her eyes were filled with something you’d never seen in them, something you did not think Jane Murdstone could feel. Remorse. Guilt.

“I love you.” You whispered barely audibly, eyes still locked on her face. You had no idea why you’d said it, but you did. You knew Jane thrived on power, and you had just given her the power to ruin your life with this simple admission.

And so you waited for her harsh and cruel words to hit you, for her to call you unnatural or deviant, but she didn’t. She let out a shaky breath and the next second her lips were crashing against yours.

It wasn’t soft nor sweet, Jane’s kiss was almost as demanding and almost as bruising as she was. You couldn’t help but wonder if she had wanted this for as long as you had, thought about you the way you had thought about her.

You grabbed her waist, your fingers digging into the fabric of her corset as you pulled the woman impossibly closer. Don’t let go, you wanted to say. But you wouldn’t take the risk to pull away from her lips to speak, too afraid to ruin this moment.

Jane eventually broke the kiss, her blue eyes searching for yours. “Speak.” the word came out sounding like an order and she cleared her throat, her voice softer when she added, “Tell me what you want, what this means to you.”

“You.” You answered, your hand moving to cup her cheek. “I want everything you are willing to give me. I have no idea what this means, I simply…want you.”

The older woman blinked a couple of times, taking in your words. When had anyone ever wanted her? She knew what people thought and said about her, most of it being true. But you, you’d always been nothing but nice to her, even when she rarely returned your kindness.

This isn’t right, Jane. You can not, you should not, the thoughts flooded the woman’s mind.

You could see the fight that was happening inside the tall woman and gently rubbed your thumb on her cheek. “Jane…” you whispered and her blue eyes bored into yours again. You got on your tiptoe and claimed the woman’s lips, making Jane’s hesitation wholly dissipate in an instant.

It was only a matter of seconds before Jane took control of the kiss again, her hands grabbing your waist to push you up against the wall.

Your heart started racing in your chest when you felt one of her hands bunching up your dress. You had never done anything like this before and by the look of it, Jane had way more knowledge on the subject than you did.

Her fingers grasped a handful of your hair, tipping your head back to latch her lips on your neck. You couldn’t hold back the whimper that passed your lips when her mouth sucked on a particularly sensitive spot behind your ear.

“You are such a sweet girl, offering yourself to me so easily.” She whispered in your ear, her hand slipping inside your knickers only to find you soaked. “Have you been thinking about this ?” She wondered aloud.

You felt dizzy, your head spinning when her fingertips grazed your clit. “Please-“ you whined, not even knowing what you were begging for.

“Please-“ Jane mocked you, a low chuckle escaping her throat.

“Look at me.” She demanded and you happily obliged, the tall woman relishing the way your eyes widened when she pushed two fingers inside you until she was in knuckle deep.

There was nothing like it, Jane thought, watching a woman being made love to for the first time. And to be the one making love to her.

You knew Jane was a passionate woman and the way she pulled and pushed her fingers in and out of you in a perfect rhythm only further proved it. And just when you thought it couldn’t get better, the older woman curved her digits inside you to rub on a spot that had you writhing against her in a couple of minutes.

“Can you feel it ?” She asked looking into your eyes. “The coil tightening inside you? How close it is to snapping ?”

You answered something unintelligible, your mind hazy from the incessant movements of Jane’s fingers inside you. All you could focus on were the sinful wet noises coming from between your thighs.

You felt something, yes, something growing inside you and on the verge of exploding. And for a second you feared that this is what dying felt like. Oh, what a beautiful way to go it would be, you thought, to die in the arms of the woman you loved and with her lips on your neck.

“I wish we could let the whole household hear you. What would your lady think knowing you are nothing but a depraved whore, fucking a woman under her roof…” Jane grinned, giving your collarbone a harsh nip.

To hell with your lady and the whole household, you’d let the whole world know you were in love with Jane Murdstone if only you could.

“Look at me, please.” You managed to say, feeling your core tighten around Jane’s fingers when her blue eyes locked with yours.

You threw your head back against the wall, the older woman’s name leaving your lips in a streak of moans as you came.

Jane didn’t let it show, but her heart swelled with a feeling she hadn’t felt in a long while, making her hold you a little closer as you came down from your high.

“I love you, Jane.” You repeated, a small giggle escaping your throat as you watched Jane’s cheeks turn a pinkish colour.

“Silly girl.” She simply answered with a shake of the head and turned her back to you. You quickly unlaced her corset and helped her out of her heavy black dress.

You expected her to dismiss you as soon as you’re done braiding her hair but instead, Jane turned around and unbuttoned your dress, leaving you in your underwear.

“Stay for the night.” You knew it was neither a question nor an offer, not that you would have declined anyway.

It felt weird, lying down next to someone else. Next to her. Next to the woman you loved. You wanted to ask what this meant, if there would be more moments like this, or if it had just been a one-time instance. But you stayed quiet, listening to Jane’s breathing becoming slower and evening out as she fell asleep.

“I love you.” You whispered, knowing the older woman couldn’t hear it this time.

—————————

You watched as Jane’s eyes slowly fluttered open and it was the sweetest thing really, waking up next to the woman you loved. But it made you want to cry knowing it was morning and this moment wouldn’t last. In just a moment she would go back to being the cold and often cruel Miss Murdstone, and you would go back to being a housekeeper. But it didn’t matter, you thought, not now that you knew what it felt like to be kissed by her lips and touched by her hands. No, it didn’t matter anymore. You would walk through Hell and back for a chance to wake up next to her again.

486 notes · View notes

mistressweems · 2 years ago

Text

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.

“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.

————————————

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”

————————————

Tags @weemssapphic @larissaoftarthweems @mistressweems :)

720 notes · View notes

mistressweems · 2 years ago

Text

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.

10 notes · View notes

mistressweems · 2 years ago

Text

6K notes · View notes

mistressweems · 2 years ago

Text

Wasted On You

Chapter 2 - Tell Me The Truth

Hey guys, gals and non-binary pals! I finally have an update for Wasted On You! Feel free to tell me what you think about it!!!

---------------------------------------

Larissa left the room as fast as her feet could carry her, she didn't slow until she reached her office and practically collapsed on the door as she pushed it shut behind her. What was she thinking sitting so close to you? Not only that but tucking your hair behind your ear was so unprofessional she could have slapped herself. You were the creative arts teacher not some woman she met at a bar that didn't know her and didn't know what sort of monster she is. She is your boss and she needs to stay strictly professional with you or she could ruin the career that she has worked on her whole life. Larissa sat against her door with laboured breaths continuing to berate herself for how foolishly she believes she acted around you that afternoon.

It wasn't until she heard the dance of footsteps that sounded unsure whether to approach the door to the outside of her office, that Larissa decided to compose herself and get up. She stood smoothing her dress and quickly checking her hair before plastering a smile to her face and swinging the heavy door open towards her.

You stood there like a deer caught in headlights, hand raised in a fist about to knock on the door when it swung open before you. It was almost as if the older woman knew you were outside waiting to be let in. You slipped into the office under the arm of the headmistress, the heat radiating off your body could be felt by Larissa for only a second before you practically ran over to the chair in front of her desk and sat down. You throw a look in Larissa's direction, she's still standing with the door open watching you almost curiously. "Please come sit." The words came out of your mouth as more of an order then a question and you winced at the tone you used with the gorgeous lady standing by the door.

The room was filled with tension, both of your minds racing but you were nervous about separate issues. Larissa, scared she had crossed the line of professionalism, sucked in a deep breath as she shut the door with the heel of her foot and casually walked over to her chair. "I'm sorry about my intrusion before Y/N." She started to say in the most professional voice she could muster before you cut her off. "I lied to you Larissa and I'm so sorry." You blurted the words out and felt guilt make itself known on your face, instead of the sweet blush Larissa usually sees present there is a deep crimson on your cheeks and the tips of your ears. "W-what?" Larissa admittedly was stunned by your confession, there were no occasions that your boss could recall you'd even be able to lie to her due to the sheer amount of small talk the two of you had made since you started.

"Ha-uh-uhm well." Your voice trailed off as you furrowed your brows deep in thought. How on Earth are you going to explain to her that you lied about your inspiration for your painting, it was so stupid to have rushed here just for that but you're not a good liar and you felt bad deceiving the wonderful woman even slightly. "It's nothing serious is it y/n?" Only for a second did the principles smile falter but she knew if you were going to be honest with her she had to be calm and accepting, even if whatever you said next changed her view on you forever. Dread filled both of your stomachs at the same time, neither of you giving away how uncomfortable this conversation had gotten compared to how casual everything was just 10 minutes ago.

"You asked me what the inspiration from my painting was and I said it's a commission from someone and while that's true I never told you that I had to draw from my everyday life and feelings. I have the lady from Missouri as a reference for you to contact during my time here, and I've heard you speak to references during review periods. Anyway, I didn't want you asking about the piece and her inspiration just for her to say it was all my idea because I don't want you to feel like I wasn't giving you full answers or hiding something from you. The guilt is killing me and I felt so bad for not just leading with that so I ran here to tell you because I would hate to ruin our relationship Larissa uh-sorry I mean uh principal Weems. I'm just really sorry!" You gasp for breath after talking what felt like hours. The heat radiating from your body is making you feel nauseous and you must be going crazy because Larissa is smiling at you, no actually she's giggling and trying to cover it up now.

Relief had washed over Larissa half way through your apology and she had to try and hide the amusement at the thought of you running all the way to her office just to get that off your chest. "Sweetie I hope you know not telling me every detail about the commissions you do during your free time is not going to make me feel lied to!" Larissa laughs out loud now, throwing her head back and settling into her chair. Her laugh is music to your ears and it's infectious, you begin giggling about how silly this all sounds now that you've said it outloud. "So tell me y/n, what was your inspiration for the painting? If I didn't know any better I'd say it was of me and you." Larissa quirked an eyebrow and wore a sly smile on her face, she was testing the waters and if you reacted badly she could shrug it off as a bad joke.

What the gorgeous woman didn't expect was your face to turn back to that beautiful pink colour as you started stumbling over your words for a reply. The things she would do to you if you weren't one of her direct subordinates.

"You have always been hilarious Larissa." You croak out, your voice hoarser than usual. "Come on darling tell the truth, I am your boss you know." At the sound of those words a shiver went through your whole body and a fire was ignited in your core. Words could not explain the attraction you had to the principal but you refused to believe that this was more than just a joke, however that didn't stop you from practically melting at Larissa's words.

'Well how am I going to get out of this?' You thought to yourself but before your conversation could get any further the doors to Larissa's office were pushed open with a loud screech of the hinges and a heavy thud.

-------------------------------------------------------

Tags: @dianneking @im-a-carnivorous-plant

125 notes · View notes