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could i request prompt 37 with Larissa x
We Want Who We Want ~Larissa Weems xFem CollegeAge!Reader ~Holiday Bingo
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Hi hi anon! Happy Holidays!!! Thank you for the request. I always love getting and writing them! This is my second Holiday Bingo for the 2023 season. This one is with the regal and elegant Larissa Weems. Enjoy! ❄️💋
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Prompt- Sky Resort/Winter Cabin
#37. Best Friend’s Mom troupe
Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, age gap (all legal), mommy kink, kissing, grinding, fingering, thigh grinding, strap-on use, strap-fucking, multiple positions, teasing, semi-pda, flustering, light power play, light taunting, light overstimulation, implied future smut, implied eating out, etc.
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“Thank you for having me, Mrs. Weems.”
You thanked the mom of your best friend as you got into the Weems’ car. They had invited you to their ski resort/winter cabin. You had been best friends with their daughter since grade school, and now you were both in college. You had been close to the whole family really, having been raised in the same neighborhood.
“Please Darling, call me Larissa.” Mrs. Weems insisted with her hypnotizing voice and her familiar smile.
Jesus… You had forgotten how much you enjoyed Mrs. Weems’ voice…
You blushed lightly and nodded.
“Of course, Larissa” you said, purposefully accentuating her name.
It was your first time seeing the Weems’ family since you went off to college last year. And so when they had found out that you were in town for winter break, the who family immediately invited you to come with to their winter resort.
And how could you refuse?
And so here you were, sitting in between your childhood bestie and her younger brother, in the back seat of Mrs. Weems’ white Volvo. The drive was a good ways away, as you were driving from Vermont to Whistler. But you didn’t mind.
The drive went by in a flash, and soon the car pulled up at the ski cabin. The time had flown by as you caught up with your bestie and her family. You talked about your college, she talked about hers, her brother talked sparsely about his school, Mr. Weems spoke a bit about his work, but by far the most capturing speaker was Mrs. Weems. Every time she spoke, the hours seemed to turn into minutes. You could listen to that woman talk for ages. And you happily egged her on to continue talking for majority of the drive. But like most things, they enjoyment seemed to fly by and come to an end.
“We are here…!!” Mrs. Weems exclaimed in an almost song-like expression, making you swoon lightly at her voice once more.
Everyone piled out of the car, and Mr. Weems immediately recruited your bestie’s brother to help him shovel the snow out of the driveway. Mrs. Weems Larissa delegated your best friend to grab the food stuffs and put it away in the kitchen.
“That leaves us, Darling. Would you mind helping me with the baggage…?” Larissa hummed in her low and musical tone.
These pet names tugged at your core far more than you remember them doing…
“I… of course, Mrs. Weems…!” You squeaked, a little intimidated by being alone with the tall blonde.
Larissa looked back at your and cocked her eyebrow at your expectantly.
“Oh Larissa-shit-Sorry right—!!” You exclaimed, your face getting red in embarrassment.
The woman’s eyes sparkled in a way that was new to you. She seemed amused… More than usual. She immediately smiled back at you when you corrected yourself.
“No worries, Dear.”
You blushed even more at the pet name, as you helped your best friend’s mom with the baggage. As you carried the luggage inside, your mouth dropped at the expansive and marvelous nature of the cabin.
This wasn’t a cabin… This was a fucking ski mansion.
Larissa chuckled lightly at your reaction.
“Let me show you around, Darling…” she hummed.
As you dropped off the baggage in each room, Larissa showed you the layout. The center of their ski resort was the common areas— kitchen, dining room, storage, living room, terrace, etc… Mr. Weems had the Northwest Wing, —This place had fucking wings—!!— The brother had the Southwest wing, and your bestie was in the Southeast wing. You dropped everyone’s bags off in each of their corresponding wings and rooms. Lastly, the Northeast wing was Larissa’s.
“The guest room that you will be staying in the Northeast wing right across from my private quarters.” Larissa informed you with a hum.
There was that sparkle in the woman’s eyes again…
“Thank you, Larissa…” you hummed right back.
Who were you to complain about being so close to such a goddess..??
You bit your lip lightly, as the woman smirked and opened your door, showing you into your room. Your eyes widened at the luxurious nature of the room, just as wealthy as the others… You placed your bags in the massive room.
And turned back to the woman. She seemed continually amused at your shock. Your gazes locked and your eyes gazed into Larissa’s for the moment. No words were spoken. You swore you caught the woman lick her lips, but part of you also swore that you imagined it. Neither of you backed down from the challenge of each other’s gaze.
Before you could think of it anymore, Suddenly you both heard Mr. Weems calling for everyone from the common space. The trance was broken and Larissa immediately swiveled towards the corridor and indicated for you to follow her back to the living room space.
You both met with the rest of the family in the living room, where Mr. Weems announced that he would be taking the children skying. He asked if you would be join them.
But before you could say anything, Larissa placed her hand on your waist and elegantly pulled you closer to her warm body. Your breathed hitched lightly at the physical closeness of the two of you. Your eyes widened and you looked to the side and up to the tall mother in anticipation.
“Actually, I will be needing her help in preparing for our holiday dinner. Plus, my Darling, I believe you don’t ski, isn’t that right…?” Larissa purred.
Her tone sounded… possessive…??
Now all eyes were on you. You gulped and locked eyes with Larissa, whose eye shored through your soul. All you could do was shake your head. She was still holding onto your waist. Your blush darkened.
“Excellent. Then it’s decided.” She exclaimed in her hypnotic tone, “You three go skying, while we prepare dinner.”
At the agreement of the rest of the family, Larissa let go of your waist. You could feel her hand burning into your clothes skin, and with that feeling suddenly gone, you instinctually let out a small whimper.
You desperately hoped that no one had caught it, and no one seemed to as no words about it were said. Mr. Weems and his children were busy running around to get their ski gear, as you just stood there frozen.
What has just happened…??
Suddenly you felt a hand against your back. You shivered through your entire body and looked up at Larissa as she guided you to the kitchen. She looks down at you with a knowing, darker smile. Before you knew it, the rest of the family had run out and left to hit the slopes before dark, leaving you alone with your mother’s best friend.
For the next few hours, Larissa had you complete menial tasks. Things such as dicing, mixing, chopping, and other cooking tasks. This wasn’t the problem.
The problem was the amount that this woman was affecting you… She was full on teasing and flirting with you. And it was fucking working.
All the pet names that she used… “Darling, would you be a doll and grab the tomato paste…?”, “That’s perfect, love. Just like that.”, “Oh Sweetheart, are you too short to reach that…?”
All the lingering touches on you… Her fingers lightly grazing across yours, Her hands squeezing your waist, her fingers tapping and running along your neck, her hands lightly massaging and lingering on your shoulders…
All the compliments she paid you unconditionally… “You look good in that, Darling…”, “You’re a natural, Love.”, “Such a good little sous-chef…”
It made you realize how much you like Larissa. And not just liked. But like like liked. The kind of like where by the time the family returned, you were day dreaming about the woman taking you against the counter… whispering filth in your ear… and making you forget everything but her.
But to be fair, you weren’t exactly being nice and fair to her either. You may have bent down a couple times in front of her after having “accidentally” dropped something… and you had no trouble purring out her name in every sentence you formed…
Then dinner came around, and you all sat down to eat. But Larissa didn’t relent. Sure, she was verbally less forward about her intentions, so that her family wouldn’t catch on. But her intentions were just as clear.
During dinner, Larissa had chosen to sit across from you. Throughout the meal, you felt her heeled foot graze up your leg, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. You took deep breaths as your breathing threatened to become labored the higher up her heel dragged up your legs.
She gave your daggers stares every once in a while, and the woman wore a mischievous smirk the entire meal. You swore you’d get her back…
Finally, dinner ended and everyone began to retreat to their rooms. Larissa snagged you once more to help her clean up the dishes. As you were washing the dirty dishes, the woman came up behind you, placing her lips on the shell of your ear.
“Meet me in my room once you’ve changed and are ready for bed…” She huskily whispered.
Shivers went through your spine and directly to your core. You nodded and didn’t say another word. Once the dishes were done, you raced to your room. You quickly stripped your clothes and hoped in the shower, desperate to wash off all the embarrassment and blush from your frame. After your shower, you went to put on your pajamas. On your bed when you returned from the shower, you found a set of silk pjs, a button down shirt and a pair of shorts. Along with the set, there was a note.
Wear these. Only these. ~Larissa <3
You gulped and nodded instinctively. You put on the pj set, and left your room, quietly creeping across the hall to Larissa’s room.
You knocked lightly, and the tall woman answered the door. She smiled lightly and opened the door slightly for you to slip in. She closed the door behind you.
“Have a seat, Darling.” She purred with a warm smile, indicating to the edge of the bed, “That set looks marvelous on you.”
“Thank you, Larissa…” you purred right back.
You sat on the edge of the bed, finally getting the courage to look at the woman. Your eyes widened as you saw Larissa. Her pinned back hair was completely unpinned, her blonde curls bouncing freely. She was wrapped up in a thin silver, silk coverup, that accentuated her curves perfectly. She still had somw makeup on, just her lipstick as far as you could tell. Her red, luscious lips… Your mouth went dry and you couldn’t help but stare.
“Cat got your tongue…?” Larissa teased, as she continued to elegantly stand right in your line of sight.
You gulped and blushed even more.
“I—Larissa. You look… really good…” you breathed out, your face tomato red with blush.
Larissa smirked and began to stalk slowly toward you. She stopped right in front of the edge of the bed. Her fingers delicate yet firm moved to cup your face, caressing your cheek. You instinctually leaned into the woman’s touch, closing your eyes and humming lightly in delight.
“I like my name on your tongue…”
Your eyes shot open at Larissa’s words. You gulped and looked up at her gaze. Her eyes were dark and shimmering like they were all day.
“I like it too…” you whispered in confession.
Larissa then leaned into your personal space, bringing her hot breath against your neck.
“Tell me if you want to stop, and I’ll stop, no questions asked, alright Darling…?” She breathed out.
“Yes. Don’t stop—” you let out in a gasp.
As soon as those words left your lips, Larissa mouth was on your neck, licking, sucking, and tasting your skin. You were sure that she would leave marks by the way she sucked, but you couldn’t care less right now. Larissa quickly found your sensitive spot. You craned your neck back and your eyes rolled back as your mouth opened in a silent scream.
“Ohhhhhh Larissa—” you breathily groaned.
Larissa hummed in delight at your groan. But she quickly pulled you away afterwards, making you whine.
“Tsk tsk, Darling, no whining.” She sternly told you.
Your eyes widened and you gulped.
“Sorry, Larissa”
Larissa smiled and nodded in understanding. She then picked you up with ease, making you yell lightly. She carried you back to the middle of the bed. You played on your back, propped up by your elbows, as you watched the older woman at the edge of the bed.
She began to teasingly remove her robe. You bit your lip and groaned.
“Please don’t tease…!” You pleaded with the woman.
Larissa chuckled and quickly removed her robe, revealing a crimson lingerie set.
“Alright, Darling…”
Larissa then crawled up the bed and came up on top of you. Both of your breathing were already labored. Your eyes locked once more. Before Larissa could do anything, you reached up with one hand, grabbing the woman’s neck and smashing your lips together. You groaned into the kiss. Larissa growled playfully, making quick work of grabbing your hands and holding them above your head.
“I’m in charge…” she purred darkly against your lips.
The kiss was heated and passionate. You could feel the years of built up need against the woman’s lips. Eventually, you bit had to pull away for air.
“Fuck. I’ve wanted to do that ever since high school…” you panted with a big shit eating grin spread across your face.
Larissa chuckled at your confession.
“I hear you, Darling… It took all of my restraint not to just take you in the kitchen earlier…”
Your mouth went dry and you bucked your hips up and groaned in response to her words.
“Yessss please Larissa…!”
“The walls are soundproof so if you want anything, you are going to have to scream and cry for it, Darling…” Larissa purred lustfully.
As she said this, she straddled your frame and began grinding her body against yours.
“Ohhhhhh fuck fuck” you panted, getting louder and louder, “please clothes—off Larissa—!!”
The woman still had your hands pinned above your head with the ease of one of her beautiful and manicured hands.
“Using your words, good girl…”
Shivers ran through your body at the praise, especially as you felt Larissa’s free fingers unbuttoning your pj shirt. You eyes fluttered open at this act and your mouth dropped at her unbuttoning your shirt one handed with ease.
Larissa met your gaze shortly as she continued to expose your chest.
“Not my first time, Darling…” she chuckled tauntingly.
“What, have you fucked your daughter’s best friend before?” You shot back.
As soon as the words had left your mouth, you gasped and you knew it had been a mistake. Larissa gaze met yours, staring you down. She chuckled again, but this one was darker and more wicked…
In one swift move, Larissa shifted you on top of her own lap, as she rested against the headboard of her bed. She placed you to where you straddled her one creamy thigh, and her hands were on your waist.
Your shirt was unbuttoned three quarters of the way. You gulped and looked towards the woman. She met your gaze with a smirk. The hands on your hips ground you down of her thigh, making your squeal in pleasurable stimulus. Your hips instinctually bucked against her thigh, desperate for the stimulus. The combination of her creamy thigh and the thin silk against your exposed cunt made you dizzy. Larissa continued to grind you against her thigh, not relenting. You bumped the woman’s thigh in needy desperation as she watched amusingly.
As your moans and yelps turned more incoherent, as you got wetter and wetter to the point of where you could combust any second, Larissa brought her lips against the shell of your ear.
“No, you are the only friend of my daughters who undresses me with your eyes and who acts a like a slut needing to be put in line…” Larissa darkly cooed.
“Ahhhhh mMmm fuck Larissa please—!!” You cried out breathily.
“What do you need, Darling…?” She teased.
“N-need… need to cum GOD please Larissa—!!!” You cried out, your body starting to shake from the stimulation.
Just as those words left your mouth, Larissa yanked you off her thigh, and dropped you in the spot of the bed in between her legs. You squeaked in dismay and response, almost ready to cry at how close you had been.
“No n-no Larissa please…” you immediately began to beg the woman.
Larissa simply shushed you, effectively silencing you. Her hand ran up and down your sensitive frame. You immediately leaned into her touch and purred in pleasure.
“Let’s make you purr properly…” she cooed lustfully.
Larissa then continued to removed your shirt, throwing it aside, and moving to your shorts, which were thrown aside just as easily. Her hands then positioned you to straddle her entire frame, exposing your cunt to the cold air and making you yelp lightly.
You then felt Larissa’s cold fingers cup your sex.
“Ahh ahhhhmmmm Larissa yessss please…!!”
Larissa smirked and slid two fingers into your cunt with ease.
“Darling, you are drenched.”
The words left the woman’s mouth with pride. You blushed but didn’t have it in your mind to respond, no you were too occupied, grabbing onto Larissa’s shoulders for support and desperately grinding against her hand.
“Yes yes yessss Larissa—” you hissed.
Her fingers pumped and curled inside you with ease and to no surprise to either of you.
“I’ve been working you up all day, hmmm love…? Making you such a needy girl…”
You nodded your head vigorously and groaned once more.
It didn’t take long before you were on the edge once more, and begging Larissa to let you cum.
“No, not yet.” She firmly told you.
You whimpered but nodded in understanding.
“What do you think my daughter, your best friend would think if she walked in on us…?” Larissa lustfully cooed.
Your eyes rolled back and you cried out at her words.
“Oh God No no no soooo bad—!!” You cried out, “please Larissa please need it need it so bad…!!!”
With that, Larissa pulled out of you completely.
“No fuck n-no!” You exclaimed and groaned loudly.
Larissa chuckled and firmly grabbed your cheeks, holding them together.
“Darling, You have no idea what you were getting yourself involved in… Are you still sure about this…?”
Suddenly a wave of confidence crashed over you, you lined yourself up with the woman’s clothed sex and ground yourself against her, making Larissa hiss out in pleasure.
“Give it to me, mommy… I can’t take it…” you whispered in the woman’s ear.
Suddenly, Larissa lunged you forward, flipping you back and on your back, as she towered over you and held you hands above your head once more, spreading you out like a starfish. She growled in your face, making you busk your hips up in desperation.
“Careful what you ask mommy for…”
You gulped and whimpered, still bucking your hips up for any kind of friction. Larissa then released you, and got off the bed. You immediately sat up in confusion.
“Get on all fours.” Larissa ordered, as she opened the side drawer of her bedside drawer.
You immediately did as you were told, getting on all fours so that you were facing the door. You heard Larissa shuffle to put something on, before joining you back on the bed, this time behind you.
“You want mommy to give it to you, Sweetheart…?”
Her tone dripped with lust. You gulped and nodded eagerly, wiggling your ass in the air.
“Yes yes yes mommy please—!!” You cried out.
Larissa came flush up against your behind, her strap-on dick gliding against your folds.
“Mommy’s applied generous lube on her dick, Baby… all ready to make you mine…” she growled.
Before you could respond, the woman was pushing her dick into your core.
“Ohhhhh ahhhh fuck fuck— Larissa!!” You cried out.
“Shhh, good girl… taking me so well, breathe, Darling…”
You took a deep breath, and then you could feel her dick all the way inside you, all the way to the hilt.
“Shiiiiiit…” your eyes rolled back, “More GOD MORE please mommy!!”
“Good girl.”
Larissa began rocking her hips back and forth, pulling her plastic dick in and out of you at a decent pace.
“Yes god Harder F-faster—!!!” You screamed desperately.
Your hands gripped the sheets beneath you like a vice.
“S-so close—-!! Larissa Mommy please…!!!” You screamed.
Larissa chuckled, and with one more hard thrust, you were coming on her dick. Hard. Screaming and panting.
But Larissa didn’t stop after that. No, she sped up. Tears began to fall down your face.
“F-fffuck Larissa god—!!” You screamed.
Before your mind could register anything, Larissa had flipped you back onto your back, fucking you into the mattress. Your mount opened in overwhelming pleasure.
As Larissa pounded into you and you could contain your screams, you suddenly lunged forward and smashed your lips into hers.
God were you definitely addicted to these lips…
Larissa full on moaned into the kiss, and she never relented in continuing to fuck you into her mattress. Not once. Your eyes rolled back and you screamed as your next orgasm overtook you.
Your whole body went limp after you came down from your high, and Larissa was quick to kindly help you down and off your high. She slowly pulled out of you, still a panting, limp mess. You collapsed on the bed, and Larissa was quick to throw the strap to the side and go into the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth, then coming up next to you.
“May I…?” She gently asked for permission to take care of you.
You nodded with your flushed face. Larissa hummed in satisfaction as she cleaned you up caringly. When she was done, she joined you on the bed, pulling you into her embrace.
You were beat and ready to fall asleep. You’d face the consequences of your actions tomorrow, you decided.
“Tomorrow, I’m going to get a proper taste of you, Darling…” Larissa hummed in your ear as she lazily ran her fingers through your hair, while you dozed off to sleep.
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Larissa Weems
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It was a chill sunday evening when you received a message from Possum.
Possum:
Wish you could be here with me, mommy is feeling very naughty tonight.
10:30 PM
You bit your lip, reading the message again and again.
You had been texting this misterious woman, who called herself Possum, for a couple of months now. It all started innocently, she found you on Tumblr and sent you a message. You remained intrigued by her, her way of texting was sweet and passionate, especially when she talked about what she liked- fashion shows and fashion in general, she could go hours telling you about it.
You stalked her account; she reposted pictures of cats, and, obviously, fashion related posts. She seemed innocent but refined. Soon enough, you found out she wasn't that innocent after all.
She started asking you personal questions, at first normal one, like what was your colour or your favourit dish, then getting more insidious, like what was your favourite position in bed or if you liked to be toped.
You didn't mind, you took a liking to her, so you replied truthfully, knowing she would do the same. And before you knew it, she started wanting you to call her mommy and even asked you if you would be willing recording you touch yourself. You declined, but not because you didn't trust her or because you were ashamed or shy about it, but you would have prefered leaving this kind of things for when you would meet in real life.
You:
Then maybed I should come over and make mommy feel good.
10:35 PM
It was time to get things in motion and see who you were talking to. You imagined she was a beautiful woman, she said she was in her forties, and you loved middle aged women, so that was surely a point in her favour- and in yours. You imagined she was a freak in bed- all those messages she sent you, about how she would have liked to try different positions with you, made you certain she was a beast in making love.
You waited for her reply, while your thoughts filled with fantasies of her touching you. You didn't even know how she looked but that didn't stop you from dreaming.
Possum:
I'll send you my location. Don't make mommy wait.
10:40 PM
You jumped off your bed and ran towards your wardrobe. You were wearing your pajama, so it was evident that you needed to change. What to wear, though, was a dilemma. You wanted something that would have caught her eye, something luxurious, sexy, but easy to be undressed from.
After a while, you opted for a tight skirt and a blouse- you left the first three buttons unbottuned. You wore a choker with the word "pet" spelled on it.
You smiled, calling a taxi and giving the driver the adress. The ride there was torture, you nimbled on your bottom lip, thinking of all the ways she would make you come undone. You were already feeling the ache, the need to feel her touch all over you.
Once arrived, you paid the taxi driver and texted Possum.
You:
I'm here.
11:19
You looked around you. The neighborhood was quiet and you could tell from the villas and expensive houses that she was rich like everybody else there.
You glanced at your phone, seeing that she read your text. You waited for a second, before the door in front of you opened and your breath itched in your throat.
Before you stood the most beautiful woman you had ever layed eyes upon. Her white hair was in an introcate updo, her plump lips were painted a sinful shade of red. Her blue eyes were watching you curiously and hungryly. She was tall, very tall and she wore a tight, beige dress, that accentuated her curves in a delicious way. You imagined she was beautiful, but she was divine, she was more than you could have ever dreamed of.
"Please, do come in."
You smiled, making your way into her house. It was huge and well decorated. She wasn't lying when she said she liked fashion. Everything was curated meyiculously, every detail added to the perfection of the interior.
"This is nice. You are nice."
She raised an eyebrow, smiling. You were so nervous, you felt your cheeks flush red.
"Am I just "nice" or do I make you feel something more... carnal?"
You gulped. You had just met her and yet you were ready feeling inebriated by her. It made you feel dizzy, like you were dreaming, but you hoped it was really real, that she wasn't just a fantasy born from your imagination.
"You make me feel everything at once."
She hummed and you had to close your eyes, the sound going straight to your core. Her voice was something otherworldly. Her english accent made her sound refined, and her voice was sweet and low, making you feel like a sailor at sea, called by a siren. You were doomed, you could have easily fell for a woman like her. Maybe you already did.
You opened your eyes at the feeling of her hand on your throat. You gasped, her fingers tracing the letters on your choker. She giggled, an exquisite sound that you wanted to hear more of.
"My little pet."
You watched her lips move whilst she said that, feeling the need to know how soft they were. Her hand closed gently around your neck, squeezing gently. You let out a moan, watching as Larissa's eyes grew darker. Then her lips clashed on yours, it was so fast you could have missed it if it wasn't that now you two were kissing, and her lips were soft as feathers, your wanted to stay like that forever.
Her tongue swept on your bottom lip, asking for entrance, and you gave it to her. Her tongue didn't have to battle with yours for dominance, because you were more than alright being the one seduced and dominated. The fact that a woman like her wanted you made your ego reach up the stars.
"Come."
She took her hand and led you up the stairs, to her bedroom. The room was spacious but almost empty. There was a huge painting on one wall depicting two women having sex. It was beautifully made, it almost looked like a photograph. There was a kingsized bed, who screamed for you to use it.
She kissed you again, more gently than before, and started unbottuning your blouse.
"If you're not feeling comfortable, tell me to stop and I will."
You shook your head, helping her undress you.
"I want this, I want you."
She gave you a quick peck on the lips before taking off your blouse. The skirt followed it on the floor. She took two steps back, glancing at you.
"Hm beautiful."
You blushed, her compliment meant the world to you. She made you sit on the side of the bed, then she slowly started taking off her dress. Her legs were long and toned, almost in contrast with her pale complexion that made her look like she made out of porcelain. When she remained in her undergarments, she sat on your lap and began moving on you, giving you a lap dance. It was funny, her, the tall and mature one, giving you, the small and young one, the lap dance. But you didn't complain.
She knew what she was doing, roaming her hands on your body, her hot breath on your ear. You clasped your hands on her butt, helping her move easily on you.
"Tell me what you need."
Her whisper made you shiver.
"Fuck me."
She stopped her motions and got off you. She kneeled and opened your legs. You moaned at the sight. She looked at you with doe eyes while she took off your panties. The fresh air hit your wet center and you whimpered. She stroked your folders with two fingers, feeling just how ready you were to be taken.
"Is this the effect mommy has on you?"
You nodded frantically, seeing her on her kneew, between your legs, made you horny like nothing else could.
"Do you want mommy to make you feel good?"
You nodded again, letting out a small moan. She was so hot, so seductive, you wondered if she was ever like this or if she learned to be.
"Say it."
"I want mommy to make me feel good."
"Hm good pet."
She licked your slit, latching on your clitoris, sucking at it and swirling her tongue around it. Waves of pleasure washed over you, you felt euphoric. She swept her tongue one last time on your bundle of nerves before entering you with two fingers. You let out a whimper, grasping the sheet under you. She curled her fingers inside you, making you see stars.
"Good girl, taking me so well."
You were a moaning mess, soon you felt the orgams wash over you. She helped you ride it, still moving gently inside you.
"Such a good pet, did mommy make you feel good?"
"You made me feel more than good."
She smirked, taking out her fingers. She put them in her mouth, looking at you straight in the eyes. She moaned, tasting you on her digits. Your pupils dilated, feeling yourself grow needy once more.
"Do you want to make mommy feel good too?"
She took off her undergarments, and positioned herself between your legs. Her clitoris touched yours, and you felt a jolt of electricity run in your veins. She started slowly moving her hips, the friction making you whimper. Your clitoris was still sensitive, but it felt good to feel her moving on top of you.
"Hm you're going to make mommy come."
She started riding you faster, her hips swaying up and down quickly. In a matter of minutes, you two were pn the edge.
"Come with me, make me hear you scream my name."
You only needed a few more movements and you both came.
"Larissa!"
She layed beside you, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead. You hugged her, feeling her warm skin touch yours. You could get used to this.
"It was awesome."
She laughed.
"You had doubts?"
You smiled, shaking your head. She cupped your cheek. You tried to take a picture of her in your mind. Her lipstick smeared, her updo slowly falling apart. She somehow looked better than before.
"If you want to, you can stay the night."
"I would love to."
You both smiled. You felt incredibly lucky to have met her, and you knew that night was the start of something far bigger and marvelous than you could have predicted.
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milfswriter · 1 year
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I LOVED your last Larissa fic 😩. Can I request Larissa's (vampire) wife coming to visit her in her office after she told her she's been stressed lately? Reader doesn't live on campus so the students are like ooh new student? but then they find out she's their principal's wife and they're like oop.
thank you! Ofc!
The Principal’s Wife
Larissa Weems x Vampire!Reader
Summary: You pay your wife a visit to Nevermore.
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You got a call from your wife earlier that day, asking for you to come have lunch with her in her office since she wasn’t able to meet you at your favorite diner just like every Friday. She sounded exhausted so you agreed and got takeout before heading for the infamous school, black shades covering your eyes.
You noticed their looks as you walked past the gates, black heels clicking against the cobblestone, ignoring any whispers or gossip. 
You stopped by an unusual-looking girl, her hair in pigtails and uniform dyed black. “Who are you?” She asked, her voice emotionless. 
You grinned, “Direct, I love it” You took off your glasses since you two were inside and grinned at her. “You must be Wednesday. Your mother and I were great friends”. 
She looked at you for a few seconds, head tilting before she raised an eyebrow, “you’re Y/N? My mother never shuts up about you” she looked you up and down in a judgmental stare.
You chuckled, “It’s been a long time, indeed” you put your glasses back on as one of the students opened the door, letting some sunlight creep in. 
“Damn it! Anyways it was nice meeting you, Wednesday. I wanted to know where I could find the principal’s office, it's been so long I'm sure I forgot my way around here” she pointed behind you and you nodded at her, walking in that direction before a blonde girl stopped in front of you, jumping up and down.
“Hi!! I’m Enid! You must be new here” she grinned at you, clapping her hands excitedly.
“Oh, god no!” You scoffed, “I’m not a student, I’m here to see the principal” you stated before Larissa's assistant, who you've met a couple of times was aware of your arrival.
"Mrs Weems!, right this way!" you followed her before hearing the continuous gossip behind you. "Did she just say...MRS Weems?".
You walked with her assistant as you stared at the improvements that occurred under your wife's regime, it was incredible how hard Larissa worked to turn this place from a medieval tavern to a modern, technology-filled school to embrace outcasts from around the world
"Principal Weems, your wife just arrived!" her assistant announced as you got in with the plastic bag of takeout. You gave her a fangy grin, taking off your shades and hanging them on your blazer. She thanked the woman before the door was closed and your grin turned into a sympathetic smile.
“Hey, darling” she smiled weakly, leaning her head back on her chair. You placed the bag of food on her desk.
“Oh, draga” you frowned, walking behind the desk and cupping her face, leaning down to kiss her red lips softly.
You had missed her terribly. She stays on campus a few days a week, the others she stays in your shared house just a little outside Jericho, though she hasn’t done so in a while. 
She hummed, leaning her head down to rest against your stomach, Your thumbs rubbing her shoulders. “What happened?” you asked when she got off of you, standing up to sit in front of her desk. 
“the mayor is furious” she started, fingers on her temple as you took the food out the bag and placing it in front of her, urging her to eat. “I thought the outreach day had gone well, but of course the Addams need to leave their stamp everywhere”  she unwrapped the burger angrily.
 You took a blood bag out, stabbing it with a straw and shrugging as you said “it was an ugly statue anyway” she squinted her eyes at you. The only reason you even went to that stupid unveiling was that you swore on your undead heart that you’d be there for her. 
“I’m sorry, it just is!” you slurped on the blood, a little trickling out of your lips. “you know you won’t kiss me after drinking that, right?” she asked rhetorically. 
“I was thirsty!” You groaned, causing her to smirk. Larissa loved you endlessly, but there’s no way she’d be kissing you with fresh blood in your mouth. 
After she finished eating, you requested a ‘tour’ around Nevermore, considering it’s been decades since you’ve been here. She reluctantly agreed and linked her arm with yours before opening the door, seeing students crowding outside the office. 
“What are you all doing here?” She said, a hand on her hip. They all stared at you in surprise. “We wanted to meet your wife, of course” a bald, black girl stated with a smirk causing Larissa to roll her eyes.
“Everyone to class, now!” she roared and they dispersed. You let out a chuckle before the tour started.
Half an hour later, you were almost done with the tour when she took you to the greenhouse to see a red-haired woman watering plants.
“Principal Weems! Who’s this lovely lady?” She grinned, you just knew she was bad news at the way she looked at you.
“This is Y/n Weems, my wife….y/n/n, this is Marilyn Thornhill, nevermore’s first normie teacher!” Larissa proudly introduced and you shook hands with the woman, you said nothing as you saw her eye your wife with a weird expression but you stopped yourself from draining her blood right then and there.
you gave her a fake smile before Larissa sensed the tension in the air and excused the both of you.
She walked you to the gates with a frown. “What happened in there?” Her hands cupped your pale face before you squinted at her.
“Wh..what? You don’t see it? She’s weird as hell!” She shook her head.
“Never mind” You kissed her hand, “I’ll see you at home, yeah?”
She shrugged “I’ll see if I finish all the paperwork tonight”, leaning down to kiss your lips slightly, sighing in relief when she didn’t feel the aftertaste of blood before hearing cheers behind her.
She turned to look at the students with crossed arms. “You guys are so cute!!” Enid squealed before they were shooed again and you kissed her one more time before driving home.
She won’t admit it, but she’s glad her students actually cared to get to know the love of her life.
A/N: I got goosebumps when writing "Mrs Weems" please don't tell me I'm alone in this 😵‍💫
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no-phrogs-in-hats · 10 months
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Take a Look in the Mirror (!!!)
Pairing: Larissa Weems x Fem!reader
Warnings: SMUT, desk sex, mirror sex, office sex, oral (r receiving), mommy kink
A/N: Short little drabble, loosely based off of this post
Opening the door to Larissa’s office, you get the final bit of a phone call she was having.
“Alright, I’ll see you then.”
Grinning, you shut the door and lean against it. An ache had settled between your legs as soon as you woke up that morning. The sight of Larissa in her matching undergarments had sent your mind spiraling to every filthy thought imaginable.
Larissa glanced up at you from her computer, “What are you grinning about?”
“Nothing,” you respond, and walk over to her desk. You lean over, kissing her sweetly on the lips and shutting her laptop. “You know…I was thinking…”
“Oh?” Larissa raised an eyebrow before chuckling and opening her laptop. “That’s a first.”
Your mouth fell open in mock offense and you laughed, closing the computer again. “I was thinking about this morning…and how you left me hanging. Maybe you could make it up to me right now.”
“I would love to, darling,” she said, pecking you on the lips. “However, I have a meeting in thirty minutes.”
You scoffed and rounded her desk. Turning her chair toward you, you lean into her ear, “Oh, please. As if I could last that long.”
You could hear her breath catch in her throat and you grinned as you relished in your victory, pushing Larissa’s work aside and hopping onto her desk.
She looked at you with hunger in her eyes, pushing the skirt of your dress up to your hips and spreading your legs. As Larissa placed soft kisses up your thighs, she nipped at the skin, leaving behind faint marks on the skin. 
While she continued her teasing, your head fell back. Your eyes made immediate contact with the mirror above you. On the ceiling, you could see everything: Larissa’s head between your legs, your trembling form–it was almost too much to bear and you felt the knot in your gut already forming.
Larissa looked up at you before shifting her gaze to the ceiling where she met your eyes in the mirror. “Oh, you naughty girl…” She pulled aside your underwear and groaned. “Look how wet you are. Is this all for mummy?”
“God, yes,” you breathed, gasping after she pulled your underwear down and licked a stripe up your slit. 
“And as always,” she mumbled, “you taste absolutely delicious.”
You let out a moan as Larissa’s lips wrapped around your clit and sucked hard, her tongue following with languid circles. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk before moving to her hair. She took it immediately and interlaced your fingers together. 
“Ah, ah, ah,” she said. “Can’t go to that meeting looking like a mess, can I?”
You shook your head and gulped, “No…” Your breath sped up, chest heaving and pleasure clouding your thoughts as you gripped her hand. “Oh my god, Larissa, please don’t stop.”
With your legs shaking, Larissa let go of your hand and held them in place. Her tongue sped up and your hand slapped over your mouth as your entire body shook. Whimpers fell from your mouth as Larissa kept going. When she pulled away, her lipstick was smudged and you let out a breathless chuckle.
Larissa pulled a compact mirror, a makeup wipe, and a tube of lipstick from her desk drawer. As you caught your breath, she reapplied the lipstick, and once done, she stood from the chair and placed a kiss on your cheek.
She chuckled before licking her thumb and wiping the fresh lipstick mark off your cheek. Looking down at her watch and back up to you. “Not even fifteen minutes, darling.”
You pull up your underwear and huff, “Well, how can I last that long when you’re so good at this?”
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milfmuses · 11 months
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Sleepy Showers
A/N: Hi hornies! I wrote this fic randomly and thought I should serve the sapphics more delicious Larissa content. Please make sure to read the warnings, and as always, feel free to leave comments and suggestions! Many thanks to the wonderful @weemssapphic​ for yet another beta read. Your kindness is overwhelmingly appreciated.
Larissa Weems x femreader
Summary: A morning shower turns into a steamy session when Larissa decides to shapeshift her most intimate parts...
Warnings: fluff, smut, g!p Larissa, Reader receiving, handjob, penetration, creampie
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As you wake, the comforting weight of your lover’s arm over your torso almost lulls you back to sleep. However, you need to begin the day and get ready for work. You are a teacher at Nevermore, one that Larissa found herself infatuated with. You obviously returned her feelings. Things blossomed quickly after she gained the courage to ask you out on a date. Over time, your love for each other grew and now you both have a shared studio living area in the staff wing of the school. Your relationship can only be described as sweet, romantic, and loving. You find joy in the little things, always bringing Larissa flowers to brighten up her office, and buying her favorite lipstick when you notice it running low. She enjoys sneaking into your room between classes to bring food and sometimes you’ll return to your apartment, immediately noticing the envelope that you know contains a love letter she writes with passion. You even set aside time each week to have a special dinner or date night, usually opting for a nice restaurant, spending time afterward in the comfort of your bed watching movies, and then making love. Life is wonderful, and Larissa has brought you happiness beyond anything you’ve felt before.
Rolling over slowly, you face the woman of your dreams. Her blonde curls are tousled from sleep, her pale skin glowing in the morning light, and her plump lips stained a faint red hue from her daily choice of lipstick. The steady rising and falling of her chest accompanied by soft breaths brings you peace as you gaze upon your partner with nothing but awe and adoration.
Not wanting to interrupt her slumber, you place a gentle kiss on her forehead and begin lifting her arm away from your waist. Before you can roll back over and rise from the bed, a deep inhale sounds from beside you. You watch as Larissa’s eyes open and she groggily blinks away her exhaustion. Bright blue eyes peer into your own, the corners crinkling as a smile overtakes her face seeing your state of sleepiness.
“Good morning my love, are you heading to the shower?”
“Good morning angel, yes I’ve gotta get ready earlier today since I have a meeting with a student about a project before my first class.”
Larissa pouts when you mention having to leave bed early, wanting you to stay in the warmth of her arms for a while longer.
“I know you are being grumpy but you look so cute! Here, let me check my phone in case to confirm with the student.”
You roll over and pick up your phone from the nightstand, opening your emails and finding a new message sent just before midnight.
Hi Ms. L/N,
I started feeling sick tonight and will have to miss the meeting tomorrow morning. Maybe I can find a time to meet with you tomorrow if I feel better. Sorry for the late notice, I will keep you updated and let you know my availability for a rescheduled meeting time.
Thank you
Your face lights up knowing that you now have a free morning with the goddess of a woman next to you.
“Good news Riss! Well, I mean not technically good news since my student is out sick, but we have the morning to ourselves!”
Instantly, Larissa’s face brightens and she yanks you back over to her in a messy hug. 
“Thank goodness, how could I ever be deprived of my darling girl?”
You laugh and pull away, an idea forming in your head for a fun morning plan.
“Would you want to take a shower with me? You know how much I love holding you in the water especially now that you had a second shower head installed to keep us both warm.”
That stunning grin you absolutely adore beams back at you and she kisses your cheek affectionately.
“Of course I would, sleepy showers are the best with you, my dear.”
Both of you roll over to your respective sides of the bed, standing hesitantly on tired legs from just having woken up. Larissa winks at you and sways her hips teasingly as she makes her way over to the bathroom. You shake your head playfully at her antics, but don’t pass up the chance to ogle her round ass sitting perfectly in her pajama pants. Following her in a trance, you wince as your feet hit the cold bathroom tile. She gingerly opens the shower door and turns on the water, steam beginning to fog up the frosted glass as it heats up.
“My sleepy girl, let’s get you undressed for me. You know how much I love taking off your clothes…”
With a smirk, your girlfriend lifts the hem of your shirt, your stomach immediately reacting with goosebumps to the temperature. Your breasts fall into place, nipples standing hard against the chilly air. Larissa takes a second to bite her lip in arousal but pulls the shirt completely off your body.
“My my, someone appears a bit cold. Don’t worry, I’ll get you warmed up and take care of those gorgeous breasts.”
You blush at her flirtatious words and bring your arms over your bare chest, trying to heat up your freezing skin.
“Well, it’s only fair that you take care of what’s yours…”
She chuckles at your response, loving how you put up with her mischief and always play along. As to not keep you in the cold for too long, she lowers the waistband of your pants and lets the loose pajamas fall to the floor. You swear you felt a hand brush against your mound when she lifted her arms back up as she stood straight but you ignore it for now, impatient to get in the hot water.
“May I undress you too Rissa? Or should I get in now and wait for you there?”
“Why don’t you go ahead and step in love? I see you shivering, my poor angel. I’ll be quick, I want to spend every second I have giving you affection.”
With a pink hue gracing your cheeks, you shuffle over to the shower and step through the door. Marble walls stretch upwards, and white warm flooring is now comfortable against your feet compared to the harsh tile on the other side of the blurred glass that faces the rest of the bathroom. A bench attached to the wall has an assortment of soaps and gels neatly arranged in the corner. An instant sigh of relaxation and ease leaves your mouth, your body melting under the steady stream. 
Through the clouded glass, you make out the distinct shape of your lover removing her clothes. Her head tilts back as her shirt falls to the floor and the silhouette of her perky breasts makes your breath catch in your throat. She bends down and takes off her pants, revealing the supple swell of her ass that compliments her long silken thighs. 
Closing your eyes and bringing your hands to smooth back your now-soaked hair, you hear the door open and shut. You open your eyes and take in the sight of your naked girlfriend which freezes your body entirely. 
“Like what you see?”
“You know I do. Now come here before I eat you alive, you sexy woman.”
With a chuckle, Larissa steps forward and takes you in her arms. Her chest presses against yours, the squish making your cheeks deepen to a scarlet color. Her tall frame causes your face to rest against her shoulder, tender lips finding the top of your head.
Standing there silently, her arms wrapped around you in safety and comfort, with her soft skin against yours and nothing but love swirling around your brain is heaven. After staying still, savoring the beautiful moment, you feel her hand inch lower until it finds your butt. She gives it a squeeze, not missing how your breath hitches and you push your hips back into her hand. 
“Darling, how are you so incredibly divine? You have no idea how badly I want to engrave the image of you in my mind to keep forever. Luckily, I have you all to myself for however long you’ll allow me.”
Leaning back you stare up at her with adoring eyes, capturing those blue orbs that always have you mesmerized.
“My love, you have me forever. My heart belongs to you and I will cherish yours until the end of time. I love you Larissa.”
Her eyes observe you with total fondness, sincerity in her voice as she speaks.
“I love you too darling, you will be treated like a princess because that is what you are to me. If you want a kiss? You’ll have one. Maybe cuddles? Of course, my arms are open and eager. If you want me to worship you? Well, I will already be doing that as usual.”
You giggle and bring your hand to the back of her head, gently pushing her down towards your lips for a sweet kiss. Her mouth moves in tandem with your own, passion entangled in the way she pulls your bottom lip between her teeth and tugs, emitting a moan and then releasing it to use her tongue to explore. Your body tingles and your core throbs, the sloppy sounds of the kiss and how she hungrily devours your mouth turning you on severely. Pulling away to gasp for air, Larissa pouts with a whine.
“Rissa love, you’re making me squirm. Would you want to…?”
With a proud grin, Larissa seductively peers down at you, causing chills to run up your spine.
“Normally I would make you use your words, but I really want to try something this morning and I want to make sure you are comfortable with it.”
Your eyebrow raises in question, not knowing what she could possibly be thinking of.
“My love, I was hoping to use my shapeshifting abilities to… change my lower half. Would you be okay with letting me fuck you with a real cock? It’s just an idea and as always, we will never do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
The idea intrigues you and in your mind, the picture of Larissa fucking you with reddened cheeks from how you feel around her drives you wild. Not to mention, being filled by not only her cock, but her cum as well is something you’ve been fantasizing about. 
“Yes! I mean- yes, Rissa, I would really love that. I love you and I want you to feel every part of me, including the deepest parts that will bring you pleasure.”
Releasing a breath she didn’t know she was holding in, your girlfriend excitedly hugs you and whispers in your ear.
“Good thing I know exactly which strap you love the most. I’ll just shift my cock to match exactly how you like it.”
She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, you continue resting in her embrace as she shifts. You gasp as something rubs at your lower belly and you turn beet-red knowing what it is. Larissa groans when her cock grows against your body, the length squeezing between your smooth stomachs. Tilting your head back to watch her reactions, you hear a whimper and widen your eyes at how adorable yet sexy she is. Larissa pants as her hips softly rock to rub herself against you. Her eyes are shut tightly and rosy cheeks flush as small whimpers continuously exit her open mouth.
“Does that feel good baby? You look so pretty rubbing yourself against me. I feel how hard you are oh god- let me help you, sweet girl.”
Her eyes meet yours and she yelps as your hand grasps her hardness. 
“Are you sensitive, my love? Poor baby, I promise I’ll be gentle.”
Speechless in both exhilaration and overwhelming emotion, she intently focuses on your face. Your hand starts moving up and down, jerking her off with delicate strokes. Her breaths stutter and it takes an immense amount of effort for her hips to not fuck up into your hand.
“L-Love, yes god- feels… so good. Darling- I- I love you-”
With a sensual smile, you lean forward and capture her lips with your own. She whimpers into your mouth as your hand rubs her cock lovingly. Your pussy throbs and drips uncontrollably, her angelic sounds fueling the fire in your lower belly. 
“I love you too Rissa, are you ready to fuck me? Is that what you want baby?”
“Ye-yes please Y/N, please I need you-”
Her begging spurs on your dominance. Larissa typically takes on the dominant role but these moments when she is submissive and needy melt your heart.
“Okay love, I’ve got you. I’ve got you pretty baby.”
She shudders when you remove your hand. Turning around, you press your ass back into her, making her groan with her cock now pushed between your cheeks. You smirk to yourself and bend forward, presenting your backside to her. You lift a foot up and place it on the bench. Your cunt is soaked and Larissa is hypnotized, her cock throbbing and twitching, completely aroused by your bare ass and dripping arousal.
“Go ahead Riss, I know you can’t resist…”
Not hesitating and more than ready to enter you, she lines herself up with your sopping hole and pushes in.
“Oh fuck!”
She moans obscenely and grips your hips hard, the way your walls take her in and tightly clench around her length makes it hard to hold back. If she wasn’t so determined to fuck you as you deserve, she would have come as soon as she bottomed out. The stretch feels delicious, her warm cock filling you entirely. It feels similar to your favorite strapon, but there are obvious differences like the soft warmth of her skin and the way you can feel each subtle twitch and throb inside of you.
“Larissa- oh my god- please fuck me.”
Your lover immediately pulls out, leaving about an inch inside, and then thrusts back in. Her hips pound into you hungrily and she grunts with exertion and effort holding back her approaching climax. 
“Yes! Fuck me- god yes!”
“Yeah? You like that- darling? Take- ngh- take it baby-”
Wet slaps of her hips against your backside sound throughout the steamy shower and you brace yourself against the wall with your hands. Your breasts swing back and forth, matching the rhythm of her thrusts. She leans forward and kisses your back, nipping and sucking marks onto your skin while still gripping your hip with one hand and groping your tits with the other. Her hips lose rhythm and you recognize how her breathing gets shallow and her moans increase in pitch. She is getting close and so are you. Nearing the edge, you need a push to reach your orgasm. Luckily, your girlfriend knows your body well enough.
“Darling- I’m gonna- I’m close, please- I want you to cum with me- mmm ngh-”
She reaches the hand clinging onto your breasts down and parts your lips to find your swollen clit. Two fingers circle the sensitive nub expertly.
“Baby- fuck! Rissa gonna- cumming-”
Intense waves of pleasure overtake your body as your orgasm washes over you. Your walls flutter and tighten, causing Larissa to thrust once more and release herself. A strangled moan departs her mouth, and her pulsing cock shoots hot cum deep inside of you. Her entire body feels rapturous as she quietly mutters “I love you” over and over. Coming down from your highs, you both pant heavily and she rests her weight on top of you. She stays inside, loving how she keeps you full of her cum with throbs of post-orgasm bliss. Once you come back down from paradise and catch your breath, Larissa speaks softly.
“I’m going to pull out, darling- I’ll go slow and you let me know if anything hurts or is uncomfortable.”
Her cock carefully inches out, you wince at the emptiness but love how cum leaks out of you. Larissa watches in awe as white juices plop onto the shower floor, your cunt looks beyond alluring. 
“Good job my love, you did so well! I’m so proud of you. Thank you for letting me do that, I cannot even begin to describe how much I loved it.”
Surprisingly, she becomes shy and you turn your head to see her looking down trying to hide the obvious blush on her gorgeous face. 
“Thank you for fucking me like that Riss, I definitely want to do it again sometime. I enjoyed it more than you know.”
You set your foot down and straighten your back at the same time, rotating around to face the love of your life. Larissa studies your exhaustion and sexily disheveled post-orgasm state. Your chest rises and falls steadily. Cum now slides down your thighs and red marks adorn your hips from where she gripped you. You are the most beautiful woman she has ever seen, and at this moment, she can barely function seeing you like this. 
“You are so beautiful, I love you. Let me hold you for a bit before we have to clean up and get ready for work. First, I’m going to shift back.”
She closes her eyes once more and concentrates, morphing back to the stunning lower intimacy that you worship endlessly whenever possible. 
“I love you too Rissa. Although I loved you fucking me like that, I have to say I missed this dearly.”
You cup her center and move to kiss her with so much love. You both smile into it and then settle into a comfortable embrace. Your head rests against her chest, listening to the strong heartbeat of the blonde angel that you are lucky to call yours. She holds you protectively, placing her cheek on the top of your head and passing her body heat to you. Intimacy like this between you and Larissa, standing in the middle of the shower as warm water soothes your bodies, is something you will cherish until time stops.
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wifeofwandamaximoff · 5 months
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Happy Birthday!
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Pairings: Larissa Weems x witch!reader
Warning: Fluff
Summary: Its Larissa's birthday so you decide to surprise her
Author's not: Just a quick early birthday piece in honor of Gwen's birthday!
I woke up at 4 am. Seeing Larissa still sleeping, I got ready for my eventful day. I hastily grab my phone, keys, and wallet and left the room but not before kissing her on the cheek.
Once I got in my car I started driving to Jericho where I had ordered Larissa a bunch of small gifts to put everywhere in our shared room and office.
An hour later when I have gathered all my gifts I wanted for Larissa to have I started to make my way back to Nevermore. I look out the window into the sky seeing the sun start to rise meaning Larissa would be up soon since she has to work. I doubt that women even remembered her birthday is today.
After a quick 10 mins, I flicked my wrist causing all of the gifts to float and follow me. When I got to Larissa's office I saw on the clock I still had 30 mins before she woke up. So I quickly started to use my magic to hide the small gifts I got for her in her office and then would hide some others were we usually go to regularly or somewhere that means a lot to her.
Twenty minutes later I have finished hiding half of the gifts in her office and decided to write a little note, letting her know that there were more for her in some special places. Making it like a scavenger hunt for her. Which I thought was fun.
I looked at the time and saw that it was 6 am. Letting me know that it was time for Larissa too wake up so I quickly left her office and went to go and place the other gifts I bought in its places. And decided to hide the last ones in the bedroom during lunch so she wouldn't see me putting them in.
Larissa's pov:
My eyes slowly flutter open, my body instinctively trying to snuggle into Y/n. But she wasn't there. All I felt were cold sheets letting me know that they woke up a lot earlier then me which was strange because they always woke up late.
I then started to worry if something bad happened to them since they never wake up this early at all, but it also confused me deeply.
I then just sighed a got up out of bed and started to get ready for the day. I walked over to the closet and saw the cream color dress that Y/n loved to see me in. Since they said it makes my look beautiful. I decided to wear it since their compliments always made me feel so confident throughout the whole day.
Then I slipped into the dress, feeling very confident. I went over to my vanity and started doing my makeup and putting my hair in its signature updo.
Once I finished getting ready I saw it was 7:15 am. I then got up from up from my vanity chair and sighed. Still wondering where Y/n is since they never just disappear in the mornings. They aren't an early bird either.
I stood up and put on some cream color kitten heels and headed out of my office, knowing that I don't have a lot of work today so I can finish early and spend a lot of time with Y/n once I find them/
I stride out of my shared bedroom that is connected to my office. When I entered I immediately notice something different about my office. I then saw a letter that was written by Y/n. Instantly know thing that was their neat cursive hand writing.
I opened the letter and started to read what the contents said.
Dear Rissa,
I know you must be wondering where I am since I wasn't there when you woke up, but I had a few matters to take care of and just wanted to let you know. There is also something different about the office, and our special spots. Do not worry about working today since I have already done everything that you have needed to take care of today.
I hope you will have fun!
Your Darling
When I have finished reading the letter I felt myself starting to smile like an idiot. They have planned something for me and I don't know what. They also did all my work which is oddly suspicious since they always complain about working.
I tried to rack my brain of why they would do this but nothing came to me, so I just decided to play their little game so I started looking around my office. Immediately noticing on my chairs in-front of my desk.
It was a perfume I have always wanted but it just kept selling out and I now had five of them. I then pondered how Y/n was able to get this since they were always sold out but I decided to ask them later.
On the other chair I saw some books that I have always wanted because they were from my favorite author. It only has been published yesterday and yet again. I pondered how they were able to get this. I picked up one of the books and opened it, seeing that it was signed by the author herself. I then checked the other books seeing that they were also signed as well.
I started to smile once again at their gestures that they have showed me today and its only 8 am in the morning. I then started to look around my office more, looking for some more gifts from Y/n.
Our pov:
"Ok! So today is Principal Weems's birthday. As you all may know, so in honor of her birthday I have decided to throw her a surprise party. I know this is last minute but we have seven hours to decorate and I have told all the teachers and we all agreed to do this. So in order to finish the surprise party in time we decided to have no classes today!" I said to the students which made them cheer and start to chant my name. Putting a smile on my face. I then quickly shushed them, worried that Larissa would hear them.
They then quieted down, also expressing their concerns on getting caught. I then started telling everyone the plan.
Hours later and everyone already had lunch. Larissa had just went back into her office. I was sad that I couldn't eat dinner, breakfast, and lunch with her since I've been organizing stuff for her birthday. It is now currently 8 pm. So in two hours the students would have to go back to their dorms since they would be passing their curfews.
Once we made sure that everything was in place I went to go get Larissa. I knocked on her office doors. I opened the doors once I heard her yell a soft, "get in!"
"Rissa!" I squealed a bit. She looked up at me once she heard her nickname that I call her.
"Hey my darling, where have you been I've been worried sick about you since I haven't seen you for almost 14 hours. Which is too long being away from you!" She grumbled and outed slightly towards the end of her rambling.
"Im sorry Rissa, but did you like my little scavenger hunt for you?" I asked excitedly.
"Oh darling they were wonderful! And I love them all so much! But what is with all these gifts? Because I don't think its a special occasion since I usually remember these types of things." Said Larissa in a confused tone.
"Yes, but I do have one more surprise for you!" I said excitedly, before dragging her out to the quad where it was pitch dark.
"There is nothing here but darkness dear?" Larissa softly said to me.
All of a sudden lights were flipped on and there was a huge banner saying;
"Happy Birthday Principal Weems!"
Students and teachers were singing happy birthday to Rissa. I looked over at her and I can see her overcome her shock and started to smile widely.
"Happy Birthday," I whispered softly before kissing her.
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Enjoy The Silence
Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x fem!knight!reader
Warnings: NSFW!! heavy smut, praise kink, degradation kink, corruption kink if you squint, fingering, oral sex
A/N: i would like it to be known that i wrote this mostly for fun, the idea popped in to my head and i couldn’t stop thinking about it. paragraphs were haunting me and i had to get it out and this is what it became. i will probably write whenever i get a an idea like this again, but will probably not commit myself to the role cause i’ll get overwhelmed. but all that aside, i have an idea for a very smutty follow up if people are interested. oh, and english isn’t my first language so just ignore grammar mistakes and such things. enjoy!
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Cold midnight air ruthlessly bit at your cheeks as you made the final round of your patrol. Soothing silence broken every now and then by your armor clad body as you took slow, deliberate steps along the rampart.
You stopped, taking in the wail of the wind, closing your eyes allowing your other senses to become heightened. Taking a deep breath you could almost taste the winter, smell the recognizable aroma of water against steel, hear the slow footsteps of boots against snow.
Opening your eyes you glance down towards the courtyard, where the invading sound had been coming from. A small smile playing on your lips as you watch Brienne cross the open space, her steps confident and a disciplined expression grazing her features. She doesn’t seem to notice you watching her and she eventually walks out of view.
It had only been 12 months since you first met Ser Brienne of Tarth. You were intrigued by the tall blonde knight from the moment you saw her. She wasn’t easy to miss, towering over most people, just like she had the day you arrived.
———
Entering the Winterfell courtyard a year ago, you watched her from a far, taking in her being. Her otherwise soft features overwritten by a stoic look on her face.
Her eyes so blue, like the deepest ocean, observing the fighters she was training. Her cerulean eyes held a certain sadness, hidden by the way she carried herself. Back straight and a hand on the hilt of her sword, she paced, watched, making small adjustments to the men that you couldn’t hear from where you stood.
You were captivated by her, drawn in like a moth to a flame by her beauty and grace. She stepped in, offering herself as a sparring partner to those wanting to practice on her.
You watched as she took stance; blocking, parrying, striking with such elegance you could’ve sworn you were watching an ethereal being. Her feet moving on their own, swords clashing against each other as she took down man after man, a small smirk playing on her pale face as she panted.
You watched as she dismissed the men who walked away grunting, pissed after being defeated by a woman.
Walking up to her, she became taller for every step you took. Stopping behind her, you cleared your throat, grabbing the attention of the taller woman, causing her to turn around and look down at you with a neutral expression.
“Can I help you?”
The voice that exited her mouth was deep, coated in the most delicious accent you had ever heard. You stared up into her blue eyes, even more beautiful up close, accented by her porcelain skin. She cocked her eyebrows as she waited for your answer.
Giving her a small nod and introducing yourself, you watched as she reacted to your knight title, a very subtle smile on her face, disappearing as quick as it appeared. She repeated your name, loving the way it rolled on her tongue, dripping out of her mouth like honey. She gave a nod back.
“I was told to come here and speak to a Ser Brienne of Tarth about offering my services. I don’t suppose you know where I could find her?” Hand resting on the hilt of your sword by your hip, you took a look around the courtyard, it was empty. You moved your sight back to the taller woman, watching her in anticipation for her answer.
“I am Ser Brienne of Tarth. I had been told to expect someone, but I thought it would be a man considering the title. I apologize for the assumption, I hadn’t heard of another female knight.” She shifted her gaze from yours to glance behind you.
You had heard stories about Brienne of Tarth, but you’d never met her. The stories were a mix of praise and disdain, depending on who you asked.
The stories of praise spoke of her abilities as a fighter, her accomplishments. Defeating multiple strong fighters, leaving her known as one of Westeros’ strongest fighters, albeit underrated.
The other stories were not as forgiving. Talking about how she was a great beast of nature, a monster, ugly, not feminine enough. Nothing she ever did to her appearance was good enough, if she tried dressing more like a lady, she was made fun of. When she started following the warriors path, she was made fun of. She could never get away from the constant ridicule, didn’t matter if she tried to fit in, her lack of conventional attraction betrayed her.
The nickname “Brienne the Beauty” ghosted through your mind and you couldn’t understand how that would be used as derision, when what you saw before you clearly made the nickname literal. She was enchanting, the golden-hour sun lighting up her face in the most beautiful way.
“Good. Then I think we have matters to discuss, don’t we?” Smiling softly up at her you watched as the sun casted shadows across her features, “However, I believe I have a short stop to make first. Will you take me to your grace?” Your words brought her eyes back to yours and she matched your smile. It was magical witnessing such a sight, you had to stop yourself from physically swooning, mentally; you did not.
“Of course. Right this way, Ser.” She gestured with her hand as she slightly turned, allowing you to walk past her.
———
The months that followed were filled with training, standing beside Brienne as she acted as a master-at-arms, you offering to act as a sparring partner so she could observe. Both of you allowed yourselves a little healthy competition after dismissing the trainees, known to spar against each other on occasion. She was impressed by your skill, you with hers that you already knew she inhibited. It was a privilege to observe her so up close and personal, her swordsmanship alike nothing you had ever seen before. It was incredible, she was incredible.
The evenings were filled with laughter and stories as you drank and feasted together. Her telling stories of what it was like growing up on Tarth, her stories and travels, you telling stories of your adventures, accomplishments and childhood. Speaking happily about the freedom you had growing up in Dorne, being able to express yourself without judgement.
She had a lot of queries about your home, curious to learn as much as possible. It reminded you of a child the way she couldn’t keep to one question, often asking multiple in one breath. You found it endearing seeing her undeniable eagerness and excitement to learn of the life she could’ve lived. Answering to the best of your abilities, she couldn’t help the smile that would creep on to her face when you told her that women lay with women, without discrimination.
She spoke sadly of a ball her father held, but never went in to detail. Respectful of her boundaries and privacy, you didn’t pry. The more time you spent together, the more you felt yourself falling in love with her.
It was a wonderful feeling, love, but it ached, knowing that she probably did not love you back.
But she did. She too had found herself falling in love with you, much to her dismay. Insecurities and past heartbreak haunting her, plaguing her. The thought that you probably found her as disgusting and nauseating as everyone else, but were too respectful to say anything was on a constant repeat in her mind. Reminding her over and over again that she could not and did not deserve to be loved by someone as kind, compassionate, righteous and honorable like you.
Everyday over the months that passed, you spent time together. Meeting for breakfast in the morning, training during the day, splitting up to do some other mundane but necessary tasks, until you reconvened for dinner during the evening.
Laughs, stories and longing glances were exchanged, until you had to part ways to make your rounds. Ending the day in your chambers, by yourself, heart aching as it yearned for hers. This was all you knew, becoming routine after the first few weeks.
Then one night something happened. You and Brienne had gotten into a fight, a disagreement over something long since forgotten, but at the time seemed like the most important thing in the world.
Your voices loud against the night sky as you exchanged words out in the courtyard, excessively gesturing to get your point across, face red with wrath. Brienne had her arms crossed over her chest, face pulled together in a mix of incredulity and exasperation.
In an act of trying to one up each other, you kept taking footsteps closer and closer. You could feel the anger radiating off of Brienne, yet you couldn’t stop, you were so incredibly frustrated with her, you had to keep going. Letting yourself become consumed by anger, you were no longer in a state of mind to control your actions. She drove you crazy, in a plethora of ways.
It was when you placed a sharp finger to her tunic clad sternum that the both of you froze.
Thick, almost suffocating silence overtook the courtyard, only thing being heard was the low gust of wind, and panting breaths, coming from both you and Brienne. You stared at your finger placed firmly in the middle of her chest with wide eyes. This was the first time you had ever touched.
Your face turning red for a completely different reason this time, Brienne stared down at your finger, taking a hesitant step forward, allowing you to leave if needed, letting her arms drop to her side.
Your hand flattened out, finger replaced with the palm of your hand. Brienne’s heart was beating fast and hard underneath your palm and you almost waited for it to beat out of her chest. The quickened pace of her organ pumping blood beneath your hand was all you could feel as you became encompassed by her, her pleasant fragrance of sweat accumulated over the day was all you could smell as she stepped in to your space.
Taking another step forward you looked up from your hand to meet the taller blondes burning gaze, eyes softening. Your breath hitched at the sight of her, hair messy from running her hands through it in frustration. Blonde locks framed her face, her beautiful sapphire eyes filled with awe, glimmered in the moonlight.
She was waiting for the moment you would realize what was happening, the second your face would shift in to a face of detestation due to her proximity and run away. But the moment never came, you just kept looking up at her, breath heavy, your eyes glossy.
She gazed in to your eyes, tongue darting out to wet her lips. Her intense blue eyes flicking from yours, to your lips and back. She watched as you took another step closer, becoming flush with her body. You quivered at the sensation, her entire body radiating heat, your mind turning in to mush at the way her breath ghosted on your skin.
A slow and tentative hand came up to cup your jaw, a thumb caressing your cheek. You sighed and leaned in to her touch, stuttering breaths escaping from your mouth.
All your inhibitions and restrictions fell out the window, you needed her. Needed to feel her lips on yours, needed to know what she tasted like. You had dreamt about this for six months and you were so close to finally have it become reality. Her thumb shifted from your cheek to run it over your bottom lip, causing you to internally scream at the contact.
She loved the feeling of your lip under her thumb, it was so soft, so inviting, almost pulling her in. And oh so very kissable. Releasing a hum of fascination, she dragged her thumb down, pulling your bottom lip with it, slightly parting your mouth. You had to hold back a quiet moan at her gentleness, her sensuality. She was irresistible.
You just needed to take the chance, it was now or never. The second her thumb moved from your lip back to stroking your cheek you spoke, mouth moving faster than your thought process.
“Kiss me.”
Brienne gazed down at you, hand still on your face. She was shocked at your request, she had never kissed anyone before, less have someone ask her to do so. She always thought she would go her entire life without knowing what it felt like to be kissed. Without knowing the burning touch of another, having come to terms with the idea of living and dying alone a long time ago. Then along you came, looking at her in a way that burned her up from the inside, and she allowed herself to hope. Allowed herself to hope that you could somehow look past all the prejudice and love her for who she was. She had so much love to give, it was practically bursting at the seams.
And here you were, willing to receive all the love she had been wanting to shower you with for months. There were so many emotions swirling around inside her, but the most dominant one was fear, the fear of rejection that stayed with her, it followed her everywhere. She had to know if you were playing with her heart. Terrified of what your answer might be she had to ask. Had to know.
“Are you-“ she started. Wanting to break you out of the trance you both had ended up in. Still waiting for that one moment she had seen so many times before. The face she had come to know so well, filled with ridicule, revulsion, and utter disgust; always followed by a laugh, a scoff, or in the best case scenario, a clear demonstration of distance. Making it known that they found her so repulsive that they did not even want to be near her.
“By the Gods, would you just kiss me!” You couldn’t take another tantalizing second, each one spent longing for her, like you had done ever since you met.
She was taken aback by the sudden outrage, but seeing the look in your eyes made her smile, wide. Your eyes were filled with nothing but love for her, looking at her in a way she had never experienced before. The moment she had seen so many times would never come like she had expected it to. Only thing on your face was adoration, fondness, warmth, affection, and admiration. All directed at her.
There would be no rejection, no ridicule. You wanted her love, and she wanted yours. Oh, she wanted it so bad. She wanted to bask, bathe and relish in the warm feeling of being seen. Seen for who she was, past all the hurt, past her stature, past all the stupid stories. She felt pretty under your gaze, beautiful, even.
Leaning down, inching closer, you could feel her hot breath against your lips, her nose nuzzling up against yours. Closing your eyes, you waited for the moment you had pictured so many times before.
Her soft lips connecting to yours sent you in to a world of pure satisfaction, you both hummed in to the kiss, allowing yourselves to relax, taking in the other. The hand that had been dangling by your side was brought up to Brienne’s waist, holding on to her for dear life. Almost like you were expecting her to disappear in to thin air, or that you’d wake up in your bed, all of this just being a dream. Her lips moving against yours in a way you had never experienced before made it perfectly clear that this was indeed happening. No dream could ever be this realistic, her lip between yours as you kissed her with a fervor you never realized you had.
Her other hand on your hip, she held you up as your knees threatened to give out under you. The hand you had placed on her chest snaked up to land around her neck, pulling her impossibly closer to you.
Playing with the hair at the back of her head you slightly pulled, causing her to gasp in to the kiss, taking the opportunity to deepen it.
Tongues fighting for dominance, much reminding you of the sword fights you two had. Just like your sword fights, this one also seemed to end up in a tie, eventually yielding, letting your tongues work in harmony to drive out as much of the yearning and pining that was humanly possible. The ache in your hearts vanishing, as they finally found each other, beating in sync.
Breaking off the kiss to get some much needed air, you pulled away to take in the sight in front of you. Brienne’s face was red, lips swollen and her chest heaved, desperate for air. Breathing in each other you stayed in your position, one hand around her neck and one on her waist. Hers on your cheek and hip. You brought your head in to lean Brienne’s forehead against your own, her having to crouch down to make up for the height difference.
You smiled at her, she gave you the biggest grin you had ever seen on her beautiful face back. Her breathtakingly blue eyes filling with tears of joy as you enjoyed each others company. Breaking the now pleasant silence, you whispered to her and in to the night sky.
“What were we fighting about again?”
———
The six months that followed after this was heavenly. Heavy make-out sessions, wandering and curious hands, lingering touches and kisses left on warm skin. It was all new and exciting. Taking time to learn what buttons to press, where to kiss, where to touch. It was like laying out a new course on a map, exploring uncharted territory. You learned pretty fast to not leave marks where they could be seen, having been gawked at by the fighters you trained. After that you watched where Brienne’s armor and everyday clothes covered, her doing the same with yours. Everything beneath the dip of your throats were fair game.
Bruised collarbones and shoulders became a regular sight. Marks in all different stages of healing, coloring your skin with shades of yellow, red and purple. You often found yourself running your fingers over them as you undressed in the evenings, remembering her wet and warm mouth on your body. She had become so good at using her mouth, you were astounded at how quick she learned. It took some time for her to get past the initial embarrassment of how much she enjoyed the taste of your skin, but once she heard the appetizing noises you would release it didn’t take long for her to find the confidence to shamelessly and hungrily lick, suck and kiss wherever she could reach.
Staying clothed during your late night meetings, you made it a habit to slightly unlace your tunic, exposing your shoulders and collarbones to Brienne’s hot mouth. Her doing the same. The first time you had seen her bare broad shoulders and collarbones you had to stifle a mewl, wanting to taste her as soon as you saw them, and you did. Hearing the scrumptious sounds that left her mouth as yours traveled all over her upper body had you feral, animal instincts taking over; kissing, sucking and licking like your life depended on it.
About three months in to your arrangement you had sworn your loyalty to her, she had done the same. Offering your swords and kneeling, speaking your love out in to the universe. Swearing to the old Gods and the new, to always come back and stay by each other’s side. The way of the warrior known for being a path with gruesome and early deaths, you did not want to waste any time. Making it known that if either of you perished in battle, you died being loved. You also swore to protect each other, even though you were perfectly capable of physically doing it yourselves, you also applied it to other situations in life. Promising to protect each other’s honor and reputation, to stand up for the love you shared. This, you swore, to the old Gods and the new.
You and Brienne kept your day arrangement going, keeping your usual distance as to not draw suspicion. Only thing that was different was that before going to sleep in your own chambers by yourselves, you would silently stalk to hers, or she would come to yours, using the darkness of night as your cover. It was so exhilarating, the sneaking around. The feeling of being involved in a forbidden romance, like Romeo and Juliet, was dirty. It felt hot, and it turned you on, immensely.
Allowing yourselves a short time where you would be completely alone together, away from prying eyes. You would hold each other, kiss, or talk, but you had never laid.
It was a subject neither of you felt any need to rush in to, but as the make-out sessions grew hungrier, the more the heat between your legs grew, throbbed and begged for attention. Brienne’s large hands exploring everywhere except for where you needed them.
Which eventually ended up with you moaning her name in to the darkness as you touched yourself before going to sleep, imagining it was her fingers. It was a way to cope, to keep you from throwing yourself at her, a way to keep you sane as you yearned for her touch.
She had told you she was a maiden a month in to your relationship, and you told her in return that you would wait until she specifically told you she was ready, however long that would take. For her you’d wait an eternity if needed.
———
The past year had gone by in a flash, your life completely changed after meeting Brienne, in the best way possible. Standing overlooking the courtyard, you watched the midnight sky and it’s residing stars, being just as beautiful as the night when you two first kissed.
Your patrol finished, you made your way to your chambers, armor clanking as you moved swiftly through the courtyard, following the same path Brienne had taken minutes before.
Entering your room, you quickly rid yourself of your armor and sword, placing them on the armor stand by your bed. Not wanting to leave yourself entirely without protection, you strapped a tiny dagger to the waistline of your trousers.
Turning on your heel you left the room, making a direct line for Brienne’s to continue your midnight rendezvous.
You silently knocked on her door. Feet shuffling behind it were heard before Brienne opened, a smile on her face.
“Hi,” she swept over your figure with her eyes. Frowning at the dagger sitting on your hip, “what’s up with the dagger?”
You looked down at the weapon, smiled and looked back up at her. “Just for protection, in case something happens. What if I have to defend you?” you joked. Brienne breathed out a laugh and stepped aside, allowing you to enter.
She was in the process of removing her armor when you arrived, a crackling fire warming up the room. You sat down on the edge of her bed and watched as she removed piece after piece, back turned to you. You knew she preferred doing it herself, so you didn’t interfere.
“Did you have a nice patrol?” You hated small talk, but you were curious to know if she’d noticed you spectating her. She turned her head over her shoulder and looked at you where you sat.
“About the same as usual. Only thing worth noting was the feeling of being watched.” She smirked, she knew. Your face became flushed, causing Brienne to chuckle, she found it adoring.
“So you did notice.” It was phrased like a question, but said as a statement. Brienne finally removed her chest piece, leaving her in tunic and pants.
“Yes, hard to not notice when someone as attractive as you is watching. I have to be on my best behavior,” she turned, sauntering towards you.
“Are you not always on your best behavior?” You teased, not knowing where this was going, but you played along; liking this side of her.
“I try to be,” reaching you, she pulled you up from the bed by your hand and you stood, facing her. “I’ve been thinking.” Her mischievous face became serious, worrying you. You watched as she took a deep breath, looking in to your eyes.
“I’m ready. I am yours.” You stared at her, confusion painted across your face. It took you a minute until you realized what she meant. You smirked, eyes darkening, desire taking over. You grabbed a hold of her hips, turned her around, and started leading her towards the bed.
“I was wondering how long it would take,” the back of her knees hitting the edge of the bed signaled you to lightly push her chest, causing her to sit down. You settled your knees on either side of her broad thighs, straddling her, large hands coming up to grip your waist. “I’m starving.” A worried expression takes over her face.
“You haven’t eaten today?” she watched you, your libido-drunk face never changing. “No, you did. We ate together. Are you still hungry?” Her attentiveness and care for you warmed your heart.
“I’m not talking about that kind of hunger. I crave you, Brienne. I want to taste you.”
Blood rushed to her face once it clicked what you meant. Hands starting at her strong arms, slowly moving up towards her shoulders. She watched with bated breath the way your pupils dilated.
She wanted this as much as you did, having ignored the growing feeling of carnal desire for too long. She longed to feel you in her most sensitive and neglected places. As nimble fingers started working on the lace of the blondes tunic, a hand gently grabs your wrist, halting your movements. Your eyes, never having left hers, watched as she opened and closed her mouth, words not coming out.
“Brienne, you know we don’t have to do this, we can keep waiting if you’re not comfortable.” Your hands moved to hold her face, looking at her lovingly, a face of compassion taking over your features. She dropped her hand, placing it back on your waist.
“No, it’s not that,” she looked away, blushing. “I was hoping to give you pleasure, being the only one out of us who has felt it before. I can imagine you’re yearning for it.”
You grabbed her chin, causing her pretty eyes to meet your burning gaze, your face had changed back in to an expression of pure, unadulterated lust.
You smirked at her, “There’s no need to worry about that, I’ve been… dealing with it, on my own,” Brienne’s eyes widened and her teeth tugged on her bottom lip at the realization, images and sounds of you fucking yourself flooding her mind, making the taller knight release a whimper, “what I really want is to take care of you, baby. I want to hear all the noises that leave that pretty little mouth of yours. Will you let me take care of you, baby?” The blonde watched you, nodding faster than she meant to, aching for your touch. She could feel the heat pool between her legs, subconsciously clenching her thighs. You noticed.
“Eager, aren’t we?” skilled fingers moved back to the lace of Brienne’s tunic, making quick work of it. Your mouth catching hers, tongues dancing together in a ferocious fashion.
Almost ripping the tunic off of your lovers broad shoulders, your hands were quick in finding the mounds of flesh, kneading them, pinching nipples, drawing out the most ungodly sounds from the knight under you. You swallowed her groans as you groped, not getting enough of the way her bare skin felt under your fingertips. You pulled away from the kiss, wanting to see the mess you’ve made of the otherwise calm and collected warrior.
You removed your hands from her breasts to dismiss the tunic from her upper body, throwing it on the floor, exposing her to you. You watched as her chest heaved, drawing in breath after breath. Her face was flushed, eyes watching you, lips wet and swollen, she was so incredibly beautiful, you dared think perfect.
“That’s right. Just keep watching me with those pretty eyes of yours.” You cooed as you stroked her face in an act of affection. She looked up at you in a way that drove you absolutely crazy, a look of innocence corrupted with desire.
You moved your head down, taking one of her nipples in to your mouth. Tongue swirling as she throws her head back, your name falling off her lips. It made you shudder, you wanted to hear it again, and again, and again.
Gently biting down and soothing the sting with your tongue, Brienne jumped, a surprised gasp mixed with a moan exiting her mouth. You kept biting and sucking, leaving marks for her to see in the morning when she got dressed, or whenever she was alone. Leaving them as a reminder that she was yours. They would potentially serve as a problem for when she bathes, but you’d deal with that whenever the predicament arrives.
Your hand replacing your mouth, you gave her other nipple the same attention you gave the first. Drawing out more unholy noises from her, noises that a knight of the Seven Kingdoms shouldn’t make.
You had wondered what she would sound like when she came, hell, you had dreamed of it. You could hardly wait to taste and feel her around your fingers, but you needed to be patient, make it as pleasurable for her as possible. You needed her first time to be perfect, your line of work didn’t really come with a life expectancy, so you wanted her to remember every touch, every kiss.
Brienne’s hands moved to remove the dagger hilt from your pants, throwing it on her tunic, before moving up to your lace. Desperation to touch your bare skin acting as fuel made her quick in unlacing the piece of cloth, taking it off, and throwing it on the already growing pile of clothes on the floor. She breathed out your name, her voice an octave lower than usual, husky and coated with lechery. It made a shiver run down your exposed back.
You removed your mouth from Brienne’s breast as you lifted your head and you met her eyes. She watched you with such awe, you couldn’t wait any longer. You needed her.
One hand resting on her bare shoulder, you moved your other hand downwards, slowly dragging your fingers over her abdomen, enjoying the way she trembled, her skin prickling under your touch. Stopping at the hem of her trousers you spoke, “I’ve been dying to know how you’ll feel around my fingers as you cum, screaming my name. I guess we’re about to find out, hmm?” Your tone mockingly condescending. Brienne couldn’t muster any words, her throat dry as she felt your fingertips dancing so close to where she craved you.
The sound of Brienne’s pants unbuckling mixed with her eager breaths, along with the crackling of the firewood filled the room.
Bringing your hand up to Brienne’s mouth, you encouraged her to open it. She took your finger in her mouth, sucking, getting it ready for her. Oh, she was so happy and willing to do whatever you wanted, so ready to please. So good.
Moving down again, dipping a hand under the hem of her pants and undergarments, you dragged a finger over her slick heat, growling at the sensation of it against your finger.
Brienne shoved her face in to your shoulder to stifle the moan that came out. “No, don’t do that. I want to hear you,” she lifted her head to meet your gaze as your finger continued to explore her wet folds, moving up to rub gentle circles on her sensitive clit, “Well done, baby. You’re so responsive.” You had her wrapped around your finger, she was yours, and you hers. It was a glorious feeling to have such a dominant woman moaning for you in this way like some common whore.
“Oh, God. It feels so good. Please, make me cum, I wanna feel you, please.” She was a moaning mess underneath you, begging you, and you basked in the noises she made.
“Well, since you asked so nicely. Who am I to deny my good girl the pleasure she deserves?” Brienne let out a noise at the pet name. She loved getting praised by you. She whined as you moved off of her, but stopped complaining as she watched you get on your knees in between her thighs.
She wantonly spread her legs, lifting her hips up so you could pull off her trousers, her undergarments following. You audibly moaned as Brienne’s wet cunt was exposed in front of you.
Enticed by the strong aroma of the blondes arousal you didn’t waste a second, licking up her slit, you stopped at her clit and circled it with your tongue. You savored the flavor of her, tasting just like you had imagined her to, if not better. “You taste so fucking good,” you murmured against her clit, causing a vibrating sensation.
Brienne let out a guttural moan, almost a scream, at the sensation of your mouth on her clit. She bucked her hips towards your mouth and your hands grabbed hold of them, keeping her still. You mindlessly put one of her legs over your shoulder, giving yourself more access to her wet center.
She breathed out your name, it sounded so sinful on her lips, obscenities falling from her mouth in the most filthy way. It spurred you on.
“More, please.” She was so good, saying please. When she asked you so nicely, how could you possibly resist?
Your finger that had been running through her folds earlier was used to tease the blondes entrance. You looked up at her, growing wetter at the sight.
She was intensely watching you, waiting to be brought to new-found heights of pleasure she had never traversed before. She could almost cum just by the sight of you between her legs, eating her out so ravenously.
“You feel so good, Ser.” Oh, the the way your title fell off her lips in such a sinful way almost felt illegal. You wanted to hear it again.
One of Brienne’s hands flew down to grab on to your head, the other one kneading her breast.
“Call me that again.” You were insatiably devouring the taller woman’s heat, all your senses filled with her. You wouldn’t want to have it any other way.
You slowly pushed in one finger, loving the feeling of her walls clenching around your digit. You worked it in, and out. Curving it, hitting that sweet spot inside of Brienne that made her scream Ser together with your name in pleasure. You smirked against her as the title left her mouth, she was so good at following directions. You had to let her know.
“Such a good little slut, following my requests without a second thought.” She reacted to your new name for her by wailing out a moan, a mix of praise and degradation. It drove her insane.
You kept working her, holding eye-contact as you added another finger once you felt she was ready. Lifting your head to take in her entirety, wanting to see her face and body react.
“You take me so well. I wonder what everyone would think if they saw you now. The Brienne of Tarth, screaming and moaning, like some common whore,” she was growing feral at the dirty words you were spewing as you were fucking her, “perhaps they would even be interested to know how your dominance is mostly for show. You’re really just a submissive slut, begging to be dominated and fucked, just,” you thrusted your fingers in hard, “like,” leaving your fingers inside of her, you curved them, hitting the spongy spot inside of her over and over, thumb brushing over her swollen clit, “this. Isn’t that right, pet?” She was screaming at this point, not caring if anyone heard her, too busy chasing that high almost in her grasp. So close she could taste it. “They probably wouldn’t be too happy to know about you tainting the Gods name either. Blasphemy. Completely unacceptable for a knight. Don’t you know that, Brienne?” You talked down to her, teasingly scolding her, driving her absolute mad with lust, it clouded her mind.
Your mouth back on her clit made her arch her back, your nails digging in to the skin on her hip, sure to leave bruises. Which could also arise as a potential issue for communal baths, but once again, you’d deal with it whenever confronted.
Her moans were quickening in pace, breaths becoming ragged. Her walls were clenching around your digits, she absolutely loved having you inside, stretching her out, sucking and licking her clit. The sounds inside her room were wicked; her loud and whiny moans, your short nosy breaths as you thrusted your fingers in and out, and the ungodly sucking sounds coming from in between Brienne’s long legs.
It was too much for her. With a final brush against the spot inside her and a gentle teeth graze, you watched as Brienne threw her head back and froze, body beginning to convulse as pleasure ripped through her. With a scream of your name she grabbed and pulled at your hair. You looked up at her, fingers still working inside of her, already bringing her to another orgasm.
She looked so perfect reaching her zenith, she was glowing, her facial features contorted in pure bliss as she chased the second orgasm you were happy to provide.
It didn’t take long for her to cum on your fingers and in your mouth again. Slowing down the pace, you helped her ride her orgasm, drawing out every ripple of pleasure she could handle, before she eventually whined from overstimulation. Retracting your fingers, you happily cleaned up whatever escaped her fluttering hole.
She laid panting on the bed as you climbed up towards the blonde, hovering over her. You allowed her to taste herself on your lips before pulling away. She watched as your chin glistened with her juices in the faint glow of the fire, making her groan.
You wiped your chin with the back of your hand before bringing the fingers you used to fuck her with up to her lips. She greedily took them in her mouth, happy to serve. You smiled at her, she looked so good like this, fucked out of her mind, chest rising up and down, trying to draw in all the air she possibly could, your fingers in her mouth.
The throbbing between your legs had only grown, it yelled for attention. Tonight was about Brienne, you didn’t care how uncomfortable it got, you had brought your lover to the height of pleasure and that is what you set out to do. It was worth it, she was worth everything.
You removed your fingers from her mouth before helping Brienne adjust her position so she could lay down at the head of the bed under the covers. You quickly removed the rest of your clothes and moved to join her, her eyes closed from exhaustion.
She quickly took you in to her arms and snuggled her head in to your shoulder, inhaling your scent. You felt a vibration as she hummed in content.
You grabbed one of the hands wrapped around your waist and brought it up to your lips to kiss her knuckles. Hoping it would send her the message you wanted her to receive, not wanting to break the silence. Words were unnecessary, you loved her.
She placed a soft kiss on your neck, and shoulder as she melted around you. She knew, and she loved you, too.
Silence crept in as you took in the feeling of flesh against flesh, your knight holding you in her strong arms. You felt so safe with her, so protected. As long as she was by your side you would fight to come back to her, just like you had sworn. She gave you strength, and a feeling like you could do anything. You were so grateful for her, grateful for her endless love. Thankful towards the Gods for putting you in each other’s path, knowing you could just as well never have met.
The thought of never meeting broke your heart, not knowing how you could exist without her now that she was in your life. Considering the chain of events that brought you to Winterfell in the first place, you realized you were selfish. People had lost so much, so many loved ones.
Despite that, you couldn’t stop smiling. In spite of everything that had happened, you were happy. Happy being where you were, happy with who you were there with, and happy with the life you had started building, as an individual, but also together with your knight in shining armor.
You wanted to bring Brienne to Dorne, so she could see where you grew up, and fall in love with it, too.
You probably wouldn’t settle down there, she was needed here. But, the look on her face when you had told stories of Dorne was like the sun, her smile so bright, you wanted her to see it for herself. Show her around, take her to your favorite places, wanting to bring her to meet your parents. You knew they would love her, just as much as you did.
All you ever wanted, all you ever needed was here. Nothing to be heard but fire crackling and Brienne’s soft snores in your ear, as you let them relax you, finally being exactly where you were meant to be, now and forever.
Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to drift off to sleep, at last having her beside you instead of the cold hand of loneliness you had grown so used to.
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Follow-up: Life Eternal
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dianneking · 6 months
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Nightmares (Larissa x Reader comfortfic)
What??? A comfort fluffy fic from the Angst Fairy themselves? Well, what can I say. I like to try things out. Also I love a challenge. Also, it felt right to write this fic today and so I did (who am I to argue with the Muses?). All of that aside, I hope you enjoy!
Tags: Fluff, Comfort, Nightmares, Established Relationship, Second-Person POV, Teacher!Reader, Ungendered Reader, Lots of Cuddling. Wordcount: 1.719 words. AO3 link in title below!
This fic is dedicated to all the people who have offered me comfort. There's many out there, and you all know who you are and are all precious to me, but in particular I want to mention Cat and Cal @tenderheartgrumpymind, @scream-queenlover, @bigolgay, and @heidsworld. I am grateful for all of you.
Nightmares (Larissa/Reader)
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You looked at her silhouette in the darkness. She was by your side, the faint light from the stars filtering through the window just to glide on her chiseled cheekbones, kissing her forehead, for once relaxed in the deep embrace of sleep, where no worries could reach her and no decisions had to be taken.  Her breath came out in slow, rhythmic puffs, so soft that you could only hear them thanks to the total tranquility of the night around you. Usually that would be enough. You’d wake up in the night, and just fall asleep after a little while, allowing yourself in the meantime to bask in her beauty, in how lucky you were to see this side of Larissa Weems. The side that had shed her armor, the signs of her power. The side with her hair rolled up and held in place by a silken scarf. It had taken so long to get to this point. For your relationship to progress far enough for her to trust you with the whole of herself.
She had been cautious at the start. You could see she was holding back, giving you her whole attention but not her whole heart. You could understand why. The both of you were not at your first relationship, you both had been hurt, you both had been burned. You knew that sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in the excitement of something new, of a new special connection with someone, just to discover that that that person was not at all how you had imagined them to be, or maybe they were, but still for all the affection held for one another, you simply weren’t compatible.
And so people came and go, and you both had found yourself older, and less trusting towards potential partners. Always expecting something to go wrong, because it had always done so. You could see the same reticence in Larissa and – maybe paradoxically – you had been reassured by that.
And as time had proven, it had not been a flash in the pan. While the physical attraction was there and undeniable (how could it not? It was Larissa Weems you were talking about! The closest thing to a goddess that the earth was blessed with!), it was not and had never been just sex between you two, there had always been hope to see it become something else, something more – and the determination to try your best to make it so.
Date after date, evening in front of the fire after evening in front of the fire, you had slowly grown to know Larissa. She had opened up to you as you had to her – the good, the bad, the ugly. She had slowly let the “perfect principal” mask fall, and had shown you her flaws, she had candidly told you how she was aware of many of them, how she still was working on them, trying to get better at them.
“I had given up, you know?” she had confided in you once, as you were sipping wine staring at the flames dancing in the fireplace “I thought, well, I thought I was too old. What’s the point of trying to change after 40? I am already too set in my ways. Ha. Ironic, isn’t it? A shapeshifter who can’t change.” She had snorted at that. A loud, inelegant sound that was perfect precisely because it wasn’t perfect. It was real. “But then I saw you. You came to Nevermore and you took each day as a personal challenge. You brought so much good to the academy, to the students, to the staff itself! You fixed things that I hadn’t even realized were broken. And suddenly, I felt like I wanted to change as well. I still do. I want to be better. If Nevermore, that has been stagnant for centuries can be changed for the better, why can’t I?”
The question had hung in the air, and you had understood the unsaid things hidden between the lines. Somehow, in your self-appointed crusade to make the academy a better place, you had given her hope. Hope for herself. Hope she hadn’t allowed herself to have.
That night was the night you had realized how in love you were with Larissa Weems.
Maybe, it was the night she fell in love with you, too.
Even if you were both living on campus, it had taken two full years before you had decided to move in together. Well, it was more of you going to live in Larissa’s large, luxurious principal quarters. That had come well after you two had officially announced your relationship status, first to the board, then to the staff, and finally to both students and parents.
That had been petrifying. You had been afraid and so had Larissa, even if she showed it less than you, used as she was to have her mask always firmly in place. If it came down between choosing between your relationship and Nevermore, you both knew what her first choice would be. You had explicitly talked about it. You had pulled numbers. You had checked the rulebook. You had prepared as much as possible, hoping that it wouldn’t have to come to giving up your work to stay with her.
You would have done it.
You both knew it, as much as you knew that Larissa would never give up hers.
But luck had been on your side. You had only been showered with positivity and kindness and heartfelt well-wishes. There had been no difficulties, not mutterings, nothing. The only awkward moment had been when the Addams family had expressed their felicitations by sending about a dozen severed heads “To bring horrid prosperity to the new couple”. But even that had made a wry smile come to Larissa’s face, and she had just shaken her head and had the severed ones brought to the biology lab (“Well they’re here already, might as well use them for science”).
It felt like yesterday and yet it had been seven years ago. Your tenth-year anniversary was drawing closer and closer. By now you knew each other like the back of your hand. You knew what made each other tick, you knew what brought comfort. You enjoyed simply spending time together, each immersed in their own activity, and yet able to lift your eyes and bask in each other’s company.
Which brought you to your current predicament.
She knew you suffered from nightmares, and she had told you over and over again to wake her up if you ever needed comfort after one of them. You knew that. And you knew you wouldn’t mind if the positions were reversed. Sleep be damned, if Larissa needed you, you’d stay awake for days on end.
You stretched your hand over, letting it hover in the air above her shoulder. Was this okay? Were you really allowed to? No matter how many years passed, it felt like you were back to being Larissa’s employee, waiting outside of her study, hand just about to knock on her door, wondering if you weren’t just about to waste her precious time.
You could picture her, shaking her head at you, “Don’t be silly, darling! You never disturb me.” And smile at you that precious smile, the smile she reserved for you and you alone, the smile that made her eyes light up and dance. Even just imagining – remembering – that smile gave you strength. You brought you hand down softly on her shoulder, a gentle caress, a tender touch.
“Love?” You tried to keep the pleading out of your voice. She was immediately awake, used to being on call for any emergency in the school.
“What’s it, darling? Everything alright?” Her British accent was even thicker when her voice was still wrapped in sleep. It was adorable.
“Nightmare. Could…Could you hold me?” You hated how little your voice sounded. How it had broken halfway through. You hadn’t even realized how close to tears you had been before you had woken her up, but you could feel them filling your eyes now, making her lovely silhouette wobbly in the darkness.
“Oh darling, of course. Come here.” She turned towards you, opening her arms. You lost no time diving into them, hiding your face in the crook of her neck, the soft fabric of the scarf pleasant against your forehead. “Oh darling, that bad?” You nodded against her neck. You had put up a brave face, not even realizing yourself how much the images and the sensations from your dream had shaken you.
She hummed and you could feel the vibrations against your own body. “Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head. It was going away anyways, the dark, cold tendrils of it being chased away by the warmth of the embrace Larissa was wrapping you in.
“Very well. Then you can just relax. I am here. I have you. You are safe.” You could feel your legs entwining together, skin against skin. She had always been so warm. You nuzzled her neck further, breathing in her scent. Patchouli and black pepper and something else, something comforting and relaxing, something utterly and completely Larissa. You felt her wrap her hands around your back, pulling you tight against her soft body. You felt her lips press a tender kiss to the top of your head.
You were enveloped in a cocoon of comfort, with the world so far away, with all its burden of sadness and hatred and worries. There was nothing of that that could reach you here, in the safe nest of your lover’s arms.
One of her hands started moving up and down your back, rubbing it lightly, soothingly, hypnotically. You focused all of your attention on that, on that single, simple movement. You didn’t know how long you were there, soaking up her affection, her care, her love. Slowly, you felt your eyelids grow heavier and heavier, your breathing slowing down, until finally you fell asleep in Larissa’s arms.
You couldn’t see the small, tender smile that graced her face when she looked down at your sleeping form, nor the second, even more loving kiss she pressed on your hair.
“Sleep well, love.” She whispered in the darkness of night.
And you did.  
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Master List of Fics I Like
Note: I did not write any of these fics, I just enjoy reading them and had a shit load of them saved. So, I figured I would put all of the ones I liked on a master list, figuring that its an easy way to keep track of them, and maybe you guys would like them as well. Have a Great Day fellow Nerds! 😁👋
2nd Note: If Someone wants me to take their fic or another fic off, let me know and it will be done. I don't want to offend anyone or make them upset. 
Larissa Weems:
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Challenge (part 1) By: widowromanova
Stress Reliever By: theplanetplu20
Be my good girl (NSFW) By: v3nusxsky
Caught By: pebbleswritessometimes
Non ti scordar di me By: paulsonwifey
Secretary (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz
A lesson to be taught By: amongthestarlitsea
My mistake By: v3nusxsky
Bathtub Sex (NSFW) By: daydream-cement
A reward (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz
To People Watch One Person By: rippersz
Your First/NSFW By: v3nusxsky
Hold on/H&c By: v3nusxsky
Piece of Heaven By: moodreaderlesbian
Quiet By: Littledollll
Experiment: NSFW By: v3nusxsky
Not a good girl. Part 2. By: wh0re4women
I Know You Feel It; The Shift: NSFW By: ofc-fics
Forbidden. By: just-a-torn-up-masterpiece
Lipstick Stains By: weemssapphic
Wine & Dine. NSFW By: wh0re4women
Safe haven By: littledollll
My One and Only By: xenrui
Those dresses/NSFW By: v3nusxsky
Take me home By: billiedeansbitch
Good little puppy By: littledollll
Misunderstanding By: milfswriter
Pretty girl By: Littledollll
Sick little love By: Littledollll
Mine/ NSFW By: v3nusxsky
Lay Back (NSFW) By: daydream-cement
Only Pretending #6 By: another-day-another-shadow-ban
Back and White NSFW By stanchett
Tell Me I Got It Wrong By: moodreaderlesbian
Lovely interruption By: Littledollll
Easy Does It-NSFW By: wasjustred
Battle scars/NSFW-angst By: v3nusxsky
A New Start (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz
Culinary Skills By: veeisgayasf
More Please By: moodreaderlesbian
Misunderstandings By: littledollll
Slightly jealous By: paulsonwifey
little on a mission By: littledollll
Amortentia: Fated Attraction By: weemssapphic
Feeling Neglected By: daydream-cement
Mommas here By: littledollll
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Desperation By: veeisgayasf
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Five Stars (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz
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Sharing By: cherryapplejuice
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Stress By: realsapphicwife
Vision By: weemssapphic
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Handcuffs (NSFW) By: daydream-cement
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Dumbification (NSFW) By: daydream-cement
Lucifer:
Absolute Perfection By: Littledollll
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Fallen stars By: Littledollll
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Miranda Hilmarson:
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Gwen Christie:
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Funny Little Thing
Miranda Hilmarson x fem!reader
request criteria ׂׂૢ masterlist
summary: Reader is left alone at night in a pub, and Miranda comes to the rescue.
word count: 2.9k
warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, coming out (it goes well don't worry)
a/n: If anyone has any title idea hmu because I've already tried two and they're not the vibe.
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Hey!
Can we talk?
Your fingers move across the keyboard of your phone at the speed of light, but you need to retype the messages like 3 times before you finally manage to hit all the right characters in your hurry. You never even wanted to go out. You weren’t one for nights out or drinking for that matter, but it was a Friday night, and everyone was going, so you didn’t really feel like saying no. You should’ve. Because now you’re standing in some alleyway, in front of a pub all alone in the dark.
You never get a reply. Instead, your phone starts ringing almost immediately after your messages are sent.
“Hey..” You pick up right away. “Are you sure I’m not bothering you?” Your hand shakes as you try to grip your phone as hard as you can, afraid it’ll just slip out of your grip with how much your body is shaking. Not only is it cold, but you’re scared too.
“What’s wrong? Where are you?” Miranda asks promptly on the other end of the line, deciding to forego the pleasantries. You never call or text this late, especially not when she’s on the night shift.
“I’m not sure, and my phone is about to die. I don’t have data..” You mumble, holding back tears, knowing they’d make your words hard to understand. “They invited me out for drinks, and now everyone’s gone, and I’m alone, and I’m scared. And I might have had a drink..” Miranda starts moving around on her end and scribbling everything you say down on a piece of paper in case she needs to read it back later. Who’s they? And why did they leave you?
“I’ll come pick you up.” She states. “Can you please tell me what the name of the place is?” She'll leave the station without an address if she has to, but it’ll be easier to find you if she knows where to look.
You’re not used to drinking, alcohol has always made you a little too forgetful and dizzy. “What place?” You ask back.
“The pub. Or club. Or bar. Or wherever you are, baby. I’ll come get you but I need to know where you are.” She’s never seen you drink before, but if this is what you’re like when you drink, she doesn’t want to see you like this ever again. You are confused and scared. It's possibly the worst combination.
Right. The pub. You could look. You just have to turn around. “It says John’s Pub.” You say proudly. You totally nailed that. Miranda will be here to pick you up at John’s Pub any minute now.
That didn’t help her at all. There are hundreds of John’s Pubs in the city, but she found the closest to your office and hoped you would be there. “Don’t move. I’ll be there soon. I’ll hang up if that’s okay with you so your phone doesn’t die before I get there. If I’m not there in ten minutes, call 911, okay?” She knows that was a lot of information for you to take in, but she had to try, so you’d remember at least some of it. “Just don’t go anywhere.”
You nod eagerly. You could totally wait. It’s not like you have anywhere to go. “Y/n did you hear me? I’d like verbal confirmation.” Miranda says, a little louder than you like.
She didn’t have to raise her voice. You’d already nodded. “Yes. Okay? Yes!” You were getting agitated. She needed to get you as soon as possible.
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Hanging up she rises from her chair swiftly, and grabbing her coat she quickly puts John’s fucking Pub into the destination line of google maps. 16 minutes. She can totally get there in 10. Not like you’ll remember that she told you to call 911 anyway.
“Hilmarson!” Robin calls out, stepping in front of her before she could round her desk and slip out. “Where do you think you’re going?” She asks, raising an eyebrow at her.
You could be getting shoved into the back of a minivan right at that moment for all she knows.
“I’ve got to take care of something. I’ll be back in half an hour. Please cover for me.” She begs. It’s the only way she could ever get Robin to agree. She even tries giving the brunette her best attempt at puppy-eyes.
And the attempt seems to work. “Sure. But I’ll want to know what this whole thing was about later.” She says.
“Of course. Thank you. I’ll love you forever.” She says as she wraps Robin in a quick hug. She could totally tell her later. She just needs to get you first. She’d been wanting to tell her about you anyway. “Can you please get a blanket and a cup of tea by the time I’m back?” She asks, turning back to Robin as she struggles to put her coat on.
“I guess.. And you’ll owe me one!” Robin yells after her as she passes Adrian’s office. Robin’s last words catch his attention.
“Hilmarson! Come back here!” The man yells, but the only answer he gets from Miranda is a very discreet but still very obviously noticeable middle finger.
She’s a lady with manners, thank you very much, but if she has to chose between spending another minute explaining what’s going on or giving her boss the middle finger she’ll gladly do the latter. (She’ll gladly do the latter any day, of course, but once again, she’s a lady. She doesn’t go around giving the middle finger to just anyone. Not even Adrian.)
Grabbing the first key to a patrol car she can at the front she hurries out to the garage and starts the car right away. She contemplates turning on the sirens, but the streets aren’t too busy, and Adrian would probably literally kill her if she used the sirens for no good reason. To him, at least. Stopping at a red light, her fingers tap on the steering wheel impatiently. She could technically run a red with a police vehicle, but once again, Adrian would kill her, and she needs her job, so she waits for the green that doesn’t seem to want to come. And then it finally does. She’s only a few blocks away. She can do this. You’ll be there at John’s Pub, totally unharmed, and maybe a little drunk, but you’ll be fine. Turning the last corner, she spots the alleyway with a sign reading John’s Pub. She puts the car in park and practically jumps out of the car when she sees you, standing right under the sign she’d asked you to read.
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“Y/n!” You can hear her before she enters your vision. It’s really her, your knight in shining armour. Or a police uniform but whatever. Her arms wrap tightly around you when she finally reaches you. You feel smaller than you usually do. She wants to pick you up and put you in her pocket forever so this can never happen again. “Are you okay, baby?” She asks when she feels your body start to tremble.
It’s the tears you’ve been trying to hold back. Miranda’s embrace is so safe and warm and familiar that you can’t hold them back anymore. “Yes..” You mutter soundly. “I’m just so cold.”
That’s when she realises why you feel so small. You’re only wearing a cardigan. “Of course you are. Look at you. You’re not even wearing a coat. Do you remember where you put it?” You shake your head. “That’s okay. We’ll find it tomorrow. Come on. I’ll give you my jacket when we get to the car.” Her arms let go of you, and she links your arms together as she starts guiding you to the car. After she’d made sure you're sitting comfortably in the passenger seat, she quickly removes her own jacket and helps you slide your arms into the sleeves.
Her jacket is cosy, and it’s so big you can feel yourself getting lost in it. You haven’t even noticed how tired you were until now, but the sleepiness quickly takes over you, and you fall asleep before Miranda can get the first of her many questions out.
You’re woken by a kiss on your forehead. Opening your eyes, Miranda is the only thing you can see. She’s leaning above you.
“Where are we?” You ask, trying to look around, but it’s dark. Her hands come to cup your cheek, her thumbs slowly stroking the sides of your face.
“We’re at the station. You can sleep here until my shift ends, and then I’ll take you home.” She answers softly and slowly. Reminding herself of your unusual state.
“No, just take me home, I can sleep there.” You protest. You don’t want her to be outed because of you. Nobody knows she’s dating you, and that’s fine, but you’re in no state to keep secrets. You don’t know a lot of things right now, but one of the few that you do know is that you’re not in control.
“That’s a wonderful idea, but I like mine better. Do you not like my idea?” You shake your head again. “Well, how about I get my way now and the next time I’m drunk and you come to pick me up you can decide where we go?” Not even waiting for your answer, she starts helping you get out of the car. You don’t try to protest anymore. If this is what she wants you’ll gladly follow, granted you’ll get your way next time, of course.
You slowly walk through the parking garage, through the front door where Miranda hangs the car key back in its place. Waiting for the elevator, she grabs your hand and places a peck on the back of it.
“Will you tell me what happened?” She inquiries carefully as you step into the elevator. You nod. You will tell her, but you need a little time to gather your thoughts. “Thank you. I will be here to listen all night.”
“Will you stay with me when I go home in the morning?” You ask right as the elevator comes to a stop, making you jump.
Miranda can’t help the giggle that leaves her lips. You’re so all over the place it’s ridiculous, she’s never seen anyone get scared of the elevator stopping before. “Of course. We’ll go back to your place and sleep all day. Does that sound good?” She knows you’ll both be in desperate need of a good sleep.
The unexpectedly quick stopping of the elevator made you a little dizzy so you keep your hand in Miranda’s as you walk out and link your free arm around her lower arm for more support.
“You know you can’t just bring people back to the station. Did you even sign her in?” A short brunette asks angrily as Miranda leads you down an aisle of desks. “Who even is she? Your sister?”
Miranda chooses to ignore her for the time being. “Y/n. This is my desk, okay? Just sit down here while I talk to Robin over there and get you a blanket so you can take my jacket off.” She explains calmly, pointing to a desk chair to your left.
“But I don’t want to take your jacket off. It’s so comfy. It smells like you.” You whine out. Her jacket is perfect. You don’t need a blanket.
“We’ll discuss that, okay? Just sit down.” You comply, not because you want to do as she tells you to but because you’re still dizzy. Alcohol is a funny little thing. Making your head spin and all.
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“Did you get what I asked for?” Miranda asks Robin, sitting down on the shorter woman’s desk.
“They’re on your desk if you would’ve cared to look. Now, can you tell me what’s going on? Adrian said you took a car without permission. That’s so unlike you, why would you do that? And who’s this girl anyway? Are we bringing random people back to the station now because the night shift it boring? You only have to do it once a week, you can’t be so bored..” Miranda knows her eye roll is coming, Robin’s little outbursts are nothing new. She’s heard them countless times before.
“Yes I took a car because she needed help. I’ll deal with Adrian. He can’t fire me for this.” She explains, in pretty few details to Robin’s surprise. She turns her head back to look at you before she continues. Your eyes are closed, you probably fell asleep the second she left you at her desk. You already look much calmer than you did when she first saw you tonight. And definitely much calmer than when she called you. “And I’m not bringing random people back to the station. She needed help, and I needed to help her because I care about her. That’s it.” She doesn’t owe Robin more. This should be perfectly enough.
But it’s not, of course it’s not. “I didn’t know you had a sister..” Robin says under her breath.
“Why would you need to know?” She replies, annoyed with her partner’s questions.
“I don’t know. I thought since you hooked up with my brother, you could’ve let me in on your family situation too. I’m assuming you’re stepsisters, she doesn’t look like you at all. Anyway, I thought we were close, but I guess not..” Robin says, clearly offended. She tries to play it off as if she didn’t care she obviously does.
“She’s not my sister.” Miranda says, her heart beating a mile a minute as she prepares herself for the worst reaction she could possibly get from Robin when she tells her about you. She leans in close to the brunette, whose eyes meet hers in confusion. “She’s my girlfriend.”
“Your girlfriend?” Robin asks in shock. “What do you mean by that?”
“I mean what you think I mean. But can you please keep it down? I don’t want the others to find out.” Miranda whispers or begs more precisely. “She’s my girlfriend, we’ve been dating for a few months and some people, who I’m assuming are her friends got her drunk and she needed help so she called me and I went to help her because I didn’t want my intoxicated girlfriend to end up dead in a ditch. Now, can you please get off my back?” Her built up anger from the whole night, at Robin for stopping her when she was leaving to get you, at Adrian for yelling at her and at your friends for leaving you alone at fucking John’s fucking Pub bubbles out with her words.
“I’m sorry.” Is all Robin says, and Miranda has learned to take her sorry’s for what they are over the years. A sorry from Robin is the equivalent of a screaming, crying, throwing up apology from someone else. “Can I help with something?” She asks, peaking her head over the side of her computer screen to look at you.
“Mir.. Can I have this?” You ask from behind, eyes looking at your girlfriend for confirmation as you hold up the mug Robin placed on her desk earlier.
Her head snaps back at you. “Yes, Robin made that just for you while I went to get you.” She says, nodding her head in the brunette’s direction. “I’ll bring you something to eat soon too.”
“Thank you.” You say contently, sipping on your tea, eyes never leaving Miranda’s back. “And thank you, Robin.” You add trying to look over the Robin’s desk, but giving up very quickly when you realise it would mean you’d have to move the chair around.
“Mir?” Robin asks with a smirk.
Miranda shakes her head firmly, but she can’t hide the smile forming on her lips. Robin knows she's got a girlfriend, and she still likes her. “Not for you.” Mir is reserved for you and you only. Mir is soft. And clingy. And a sucker for your touch and your kisses. And Mir likes cuddling up on the couch and watching shitty reality shows. But nobody at the station needs to know any of that, not even Robin.
Standing up from Robin’s desk, she comes over to you. Her hands settle on your shoulders from behind, and she looks around the room to see if anyone is watching. Upon concluding that there must be a football game on TV in the breakroom, she leans over the back of the chair, raising your chin with one of her hands and pressing a kiss onto your lips.
“I heard everything. I looooove you” You whisper, grinning as she pulls away. “You didn’t have to, though."
She smiles to herself before looking into your eyes, longing for much more than a small peck but knowing that this is clearly not the time, nor the place. “I know, but I wanted to. And it’s all good. I love you too. Now tell me what you’d like to eat. We have a vending machine on the first floor.”
“Can I see?” You ask hesitantly, not sure if it’d be okay for you to wander around the building since apparently you’re not even supposed to be inside.
“Of course, let’s take a walk, you lightweight. Robin can handle the action we’re getting at 2AM alone.” She giggles, taking your hand as the two of you start making your way down to the first floor.
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Heyyyyy!
Can we have a f! Reader who literally worships Larissa? (not only in bed) but openly worships her and love her with all her life? It's pretty much like how Gomez/Morticia in the 1991-93 film!
I think it would be cute the reader is a teacher at Nevermore and always spoke about Larissa as if she's a Goddess and how the students pretty much joke about her starting a cult XDDD
Thanks!
I love this sm omg the cult joke 😭 I had sm fun w this ty anon <3
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HER GAZE LIT THE HEAVENS
pairing: larissa weems x fem!reader
word count: 831
notes and warnings: im so gay
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You didn’t have to look up from your computer to know it was Larissa who had entered your classroom. The clicking of her heels on the polished wooden floor gave away every step she took, and the murmuring of the students starting their essays only confirmed your suspicions.
You stood, coming around your desk to meet her, resisting the urge to kiss her in front of your history class. Not that any of the students would have been exceedingly surprised — it was no secret that you and Larissa were together, and that you could hardly keep your hands off each other. It was a common subject of Nevermore gossip and was more frequently used as something to be held over your heads by the students, but you couldn’t say that you minded at all, and while Larissa was a bit more sensitive to it, you had a suspicion that she let it go on to solidify the already-widely-known fact that you were hers.
You stepped away for a moment, instructing the class that their essays were due in a week, and that after that they would have no homework for a few weeks due to Outreach Day and Parents’ Weekend.
From the edge of your vision you could see Larissa watching you, and you could feel the love in her gaze. You felt yourself trip over your words a bit every time you remembered she was watching, and this did not go unnoticed by Larissa, for you could see a small smile making its way to her crimson-painted lips.
The students began to make their way out of your classroom, and every so often you could spy a few turning to smirk at the two of you and whisper amongst themselves… you and Larissa really were the best of Nevermore’s social entertainment.
Once you were alone, you finally allowed yourself to kiss Larissa. It had felt like ages since you’d last seen her, even though it had only been a few hours. You savored every moment you spent in her presence, the safety she gave you, like she was a goddess walking among lesser mortals.
Larissa pulled away first. After a moment she chuckled, and you could tell she was finding a way to word what she was about to say.
“What is it?” You said, not sure if you wanted to hear or not.
She hesitated, but then she smiled in amusement, leaning against your desk. “What’s all this I’ve been hearing about a cult?”
“A what?”
“A cult. I’ve been hearing students talking about you starting, and I quote, a ‘Goddess Weems Cult.’”
You raised your eyebrows, slightly bewildered. “A Weems Cult?”
Larissa laughed, completely reveling in your confusion. “They say that since you’re so enamored by me you’re going to start a cult for me.”
You buried your head in your hands, equally embarrassed and amused, not sure whether you were going to laugh until you cried or hide yourself under your desk.
“No, darling, come here,” Larissa said with a grin, pulling you into her arms. “I think it’s hilarious… I think you’re adorable.”
You wrapped your arms around her waist, standing on your toes to try to kiss her cheek, your height difference another reason you loved her. Despite the jokes from the students, she truly stood like a goddess, strong and beautiful and utterly ethereal. “I wouldn’t mind starting a cult for you, actually.”
Larissa shook her head. “I love you, too.”
“Cara Mia,” you said in a deep voice, mimicking Gomez Addams.
She laughed, another blessing brought to you, for her smile lit the heavens. “Mon cher,” she replied in an equally nauseating tone.
“Oh, Morticia! French! You know what that does to me,” you performed, throwing your hands over your heart. “You know, the next time Wednesday causes trouble, we should perform this little skit for her.”
“Yes, but I’m sure to the students the only difference between that and how we usually act is replacing our names.”
At this you smirked, shaking your head as you went behind your desk to start sorting through papers.
“Leave that for tomorrow, darling, you’ve done so much already today,” Larissa urged, coming up behind you and running her hands along your waist. Her tone along with the subtle touch was enough to make you feel as if you were melting, and you were sure that at any moment you would turn into a pile of ash.
You turned around, standing between her and the desk, pulling her gently down to kiss you. You had no doubt her lipstick would be smudged across your own lips, a thought that only spurred you forward.
“Well, I’m not sure what I’d do in my free time if I stopped working,” you teased. “I can’t think of anything.”
She leaned in again, and you could feel her breath as she spoke. “I can think of a few possibilities.”
And as she met your eyes, her gaze lit the heavens.
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Hiii☺It's my first time asking for a fic!I LOVE your fics so much so i thought i would ask you. I really hope you'll like the idea🤞It's a bit long tho.(smut fic🙊)
Larissa and Reader are best friends, they know everything about each other, they flirt and challenge each other, talk about sex and everything but never had sex. They're close.
Larissa invites R to spend the evening with her in her quarter, have a drink and watch a movie (that they'll never pay attantion to as usual).They talk, laugh and get a bit tipsy and R ask Larissa why she choosed not to have tattoos or piercing and then at some point, Larissa ask "how many piercing do you have? You never told me." So R gets up and show her the one on her nose, her lip, cheeks, a sternum piercing , maybe 3-4 each ear and maybe a lower back dimple piercings (those are ideas, you can add or change the piercing's places) and then she could sit back down and say "and i have my nipples pierced and a Christina's piercing. Would you like too see them too?" (half) joking because she thought Larissa would never say yes (not that she really minded showing her, she trusts her enough) but Larissa sensed the challenge there and decided to take R offguard and say yes, thinking that reader were going to back down, but then R gets up again and Larissa realised that she was REALLY going to show her and her eyes went wide at the idea but she didn't back down.....and then smut smut smut😅
You can add any kinks, toys or both,i'm fine with that!You can also add things about the beginning of the story if you think about something!I hope you want to write it and if not,it's ok too!Thank you xxxx
-Anon🌠⭐-
The Way You Adore Me (Like No Other) ~Larissa Weems xFem BestFriend!Reader
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Summary— Larissa and Reader are best friends. They have been for as long as they can remember, the kind of friends who do all together and talk about it all. But what happens when you have a little too much to drink, and you find out that Larissa has a thing for your tattoos and piercings…?
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Anon response— Hi hi anon!! Thank you for your kind words, I greatly appreciate them 🥰 and I love your request! I hope I did your idea justice. Thank you for the request, and welcome to my anons!! (if you’d do me a favor and clarify what emoji you’d like, I’d appreciate that, thank you!) Hope you Enjoy! ♥️
Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smutty smut, drinking, little angst, little fluff, oral sex (both f receiving), fingering, face sitting, body adoration, tattoos and piercings adoration, teasing, light begging, implied overstimulation, confession of feelings, etc.
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You sighed in relief as you enter Larissa’s private quarters. Being with your best friend always made everything better. You two just clicked perfectly.
Literally. You were such a good match. You talked about all kinds of shit. You have fun toying with one another, neither of you being one to back down from a challenge. Nothing was off the table when it came to you two.
You dropped your bags by the door, closing it behind you.
“Hey ‘Ris!!”
You called out your close friends name to indicate to her that you had arrived. Larissa had invited you to a sleepover this particular Friday night. She had mentioned something about a terribly stressful week, and being the good friend you were, you immediately took up the opportunity to care for and be with your friend.
“Oh Darling, Hello, Come in!” Larissa exclaimed, coming into the main entrance which connected to her living room, and greeting you.
The tall woman came up to you, giving you side kisses on each of your cheeks and then pulling you into a friendly hug. You sighed into Larissa’s embrace. Her hugs always made you lose all worry in your life.
You then properly came into her quarters, and the two of you ended up sitting comfortably on her couch. Larissa had brought a bottle of red wine and some glasses for you two to share. And like most sleepovers, the two of you planned to put on a movie. Although you both knew you wouldn’t pay much attention to it…
Tonight, you both decided on Three Thousand Years of Longing, a movie with Idris Elba and Tilda Swinton apparently about genies. Neither of you had a particular interest in genie movies, so it was a perfect pick to play in the background and just forget about.
As the movie began, Larissa popped the cork of the wine bottle and poured two glasses out for the two of you. She handed you your glass and you thanked the blonde. You then sat in each others company and just talked.
Larissa spilled all the details about her stress at work, and you as well. You talked and talked, the only thing visibly affecting the atmosphere was the every now and then sex scenes that came up from the movie. It caused a good deal of blushes, breath hitches, and clearing throats…
A couple of hours later the movie was almost over. And you had to confess that your knickers were damp from all the sex sounds that had been coming from the television… You didn’t know, but Larissa had admitted a similar thing to herself.
Your conversations could go in any and all directions. Especially when you were both tipsy. And that you were. By now, your conversation had shifted to talk about tattoos and piercings.
“I know you’ve probably told me this, but why don’t you have any tattoos again?” You tipsily asked.
Larissa took a moment to muse and think about her answer.
“Well, If I ever do get a tattoo, I think it’s important that it matters to me and will matter for the rest of my life… And I have never found something that fits that requirement.”
You hummed and nodded your head in response, going for another swig of wine quickly afterward.
“How many piercings do you now have?” The blonde asked curiously, her eyes lightly roaming up and down your frame.
You pursed your lips and smiled.
“Well… the nose ring, bottom lip, dimples, sternum, nipples, and a Christina piercing.”
You explained each piercing, indicating where each one was as you said it. Larissa’s eyes widened and darkened after every piercing location was revealed to her.
“And tattoos…?” She said, almost sounding breathless.
Larissa had put her wine done at this point. And she had scooted close to you.
“Ooh, I’ve got a lot of those… Wanna see them?”
You had responded in a particularly teasing and playful manner, half-way joking, and not expecting the blonde to take to up on your offer.
Larissa’s eyes sparkle and her pupils dilated at your words. She could never refuse a challenge, especially not from you…
“Yes. And the nipples piercings too…”
You nearly chocked on your own air, as your eyes widened at record speed. It’s not that you minded, you didn’t, you truly trusted Larissa. You just hadn’t expected that from here.
“I—Ok…!” You chocked out, standing up in front of Larissa to give her a better view.
Larissa leaned forward in anticipation, bring her lips and clasping her hands together over her legs. You then started to show the blonde each of your tattoos, one by one. Eventually you finished your tour, leaving your last two piercings.
You had to admit that you were a little nervous. But you were also tipsy. And those two things kind of cancelled each other out in your case.
So you lifted your shirt with ease, showing the woman your piercings on your exposed breasts. Larissa damn near chocked on her wine at the realization that you weren’t wearing a bra. Her eyes widened and she fought to keep her mouth from dropping.
Larissa, almost dumbfounded, stood up and walked a few steps forward, where she was right in front of you. She reached out delicately, running a finger around your left nipple piercing. Your breath hitched lightly.
“And then I have my Christina piercing…!” You quickly said, redirecting the focus of the conversation.
Larissa’s eyes popped back up from your tits to your eye level.
“What’s that?” She innocently asked.
“It’s… I…” you stammered, your words lost on you.
“It’s— a piercing above my lower lips…”
Larissa’s eyes widened.
The wine was affecting you both by this point…
“Show me.”
You sensed the woman’s challenge and you decided to just show the woman.
You pulled your skirt down to pool storing your feet, and you carefully moved your underwear to the side, enough where Larissa could see the silver piercing near your sex.
Larissa had no words, and for a moment she just stood there. But you blinked once, and all of a sudden Larissa was on her knees, her mouth attacking your cunt.
Your knees threatened to buckle and your groaned loudly, your hand desperately grasping Larissa for stability.
“Jesus Fuck—!!”
Larissa pulled away after one simple lick, staring up at you with wide eyes. Your breath hitched and you stared back.
“You taste so good…” she whispered.
You wanted to combust right there. Your hips instinctually bucked towards the woman’s face.
“Don’t stop on my accord” you whispered back, your words turning into a groan as Larissa immediately dove in face first.
One of your hands flew to her free locks, which she had unpinned throughout the night. Your other hand desperately cling to Larissa’s shoulder.
Larissa’s tongue expertly lapped through your folds, but only after a swipe around your Christina piercing each time. It was teasing torture.
You groaned out in a whiny and breathy tone after ten minutes of this teasing.
“Oh for fucks sake Larissa— just fuck me already!!”
Larissa didn’t need to be told twice, simply humming in delight into your cunt, and then sliding her tongue into your core. You both moaned out in delight, your grasp at her head tightening.
The woman had you seeing stars minutes after this. Larissa stopped for a moment, coming up to your face and smashing her lips into yours. You moaned at your own taste on her lips. As you did so, Larissa was swift in undressing you.
“Want to see all of you… all of your piercings… all of your tattoos…” she breathlessly pled.
After all of your clothes had been discarded, Larissa playfully pushed you onto the couch. She went to straddle you, her dress still adorning her body.
“Is this okay…?” Larissa asked, a little concerned about her weight on you.
“More than…” you groaned with a post-orgasmic smile.
Larissa smirked and nodded, slipping to kneel right in front of the couch. Her hand grabbed your legs and hooked them up and above her shoulder for her easy access.
You gasped. Larissa then took a second to let her eyes wander at all of your piercings and tattoos. She licked her lips.
You were still buzzing from your previous orgasm when Larissa began swirling a finger around your slick folds. She continued to tease you clit and the entrance to your sex on and off while she sucked and licked and marked your skin. She eagerly focused her efforts on your tatted and pierced area of exposed skin.
Your head rolled back and you let out a breathy groan. Your one hand landed back in Larissa’s platinum locks, while your other was stabilizing yourself against eh couch.
“ ‘Rissa… please…” you breathily moaned, begging the woman to take you and stop all the teasing.
Larissa chuckled, and while she didn’t stop caressing and loving on your exposed skin, she did slip one of her fingers inside your wet heat. You hummed out in delight, her one finger providing your walls something to clench around, while you didn’t feel quite full or stretched yet.
While Larissa pulled and pushed her one digit in and out of you, her mouth was latched onto one of your perky, pierced buds. Strings of more breathy groans and pleading followed out of your mouth.
“M-more please ‘Rissa…!”
Larissa chuckled, pulling her one digit out, and then slipping two fingers inside you. Now this started to stretch you out. You hissed in response, your eyes rolling back.
“Taking me so well, Darling…” the woman cooed, biting your ear lobe where you had your lobe piercing.
“God F-faster—!!” You cried out breathily.
Larissa happily obliged, fucking into you with her fingers at a faster pace. The combination of her two digits and her sultry tone had you cumming a second time for the woman that night.
This time you screamed for Larissa as she made you see stars, and your legs were wobbly and shaking even more than last time.
“That’s it, doing so good…” she encouraged you, helping you over your high.
But she didn’t stop afterwards. No, she showed no signs of stopping. Her lips quickly attached to your clit, and she slid a third finger into your aching and sensitive core. You groaned and hissed, and your hand was pushing Larissa’s head further into your cunt.
Larissa’s hot mouth put the perfect amount of suction against your puffy clit and her three finger combo made you crash over into third, smaller, but still substantial orgasm.
You fell into the couch cushions, going limp, and Larissa finally pulled away, licking her fingers with wild eyes and a wicked smirk.
“W-wearing too many clothes ‘Rissa…” you huffed, completely out of breath, raising your hand lazily and indicating to her attire.
Larissa chuckled and immediately went to unzip her dress. It pooled at her feet, and she was quick to get rid of her silky undergarment set as well. In a second, the woman had you laid back along the couch, as she hovered on top of you.
She licked her lips.
“I was right by the way… you taste insatiably delicious.” Larissa purred, staring down at you.
You gulped and took the moment to admire the woman’s frame above you. Before Larissa could do anything, you raised yourself up and latched your tongue around one of her nipples. Larissa shuddered and let out a yelp.
“I think…” you hummed, letting go of her perky bud with a pop, “It’s your turn.”
Larissa’s eyes widened at your words and she nodded lightly.
“Alright…” she breathlessly spoke.
You looked the woman up and down before deciding.
“Sit on my face.”
Her eyes widened and her expression changed to one of concern.
“Oh. No, I don’t think—”
Larissa was stopped mid-sentence, gasping and groaning, by your lips trailing from her breasts and down her stomache, as you shimmied down the couch and towards her core.
“Trust me ‘Rissa…” you purred, licking through her folds only once.
Larissa’s hips immediately jerked towards your mouth for more. And she let out the hottest moan. She seemed convinced… Larissa carefully positioned herself above your face, you eagerly grabbed her hips and stuffed your face full of her needy sex.
Larissa’s hands landed on the couch to stabilize herself, as her head was thrown back and strings of leud groans and whimpers escaped her pristine lips.
Larissa looked lake a goddess above you, as you lapped away at her folds and into her core. Her hair and tits swayed in tandem, and the moment slowed perfectly for you to just revel and delight in the other woman.
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When you woke up, you weren’t in your own bed… and you weren’t alone… Twisted in what you assumed to be expensive, silk sheets, you found yourself to be naked and with a strong enough headache.
You knew that you should have laid back on the alcohol…
You looked around and realized that you were in Larissa’s bedroom. And then you looked next to you in the bed, and sure enough, there lay a sleeping Larissa, just as nude as you.
You gasped lightly, sitting up, as all the events from last night came back to you. Part of you felt guilty that you both had been drunk enough, but a bigger part of you was so happy that it had finally happened.
But what if Larissa didn’t feel the same…?
“What’s on your mind, Love…?” A croaky, sleepy, yet still sultry British accent spoke out, bringing you out of your thoughts.
You looked towards Larissa who was still turned towards you, but this time her eyes were lightly opened and her sapphire gaze was upon you. You blushed lightly and sunk back into the bed.
“I… I feel like I may have taken advantage of our drunken state last night…” you whispered, not being able to look the woman in the eye as you spoke.
Larissa’s hand emerged from the covers, lightly directing your face by the chin to meet her gaze.
“Darling. If anything, I took advantage of you. I practically attacked you.” She breathed out.
“No no…” you shook your head, “I loved it.”
Your words came out before you could check them, making you blush even more intensely. At this Larissa chuckled lightly.
“I did too…”
You both smiled at each other, enjoying the newfound silence and love.
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Larissa Weems Masterlist
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I was in trouble. In a lot of trouble.
Every month, the teachers of Nevermore were reunited by the principal to discuss how the lectures were going, if there were students who needed more help, if there were problems with a certain class, things like that. I had my material spread in front of me, trying to see if I needed help with something. I didn't, really, because the class was always active during my lecture, they listened when they had to, they talked when it was their turn to do so.
That day, before the reunion, my class took an exam on the topic tackled in the previous lectures. I had time to do whatever, so I started writing on a piece of paper a poem, the words kept coming and coming on their own accord, and my hand started moving on its own. My eyes shined, and a smile spread across my face. Nobody has to read this, I thought.
That's why, when the reunion finished and I was already in my room, I panicked not finding that piece of paper in the midst of my materials.
I was in trouble.
I was searching for it when I heard the ping! of my smartphone. Anxiously, still trying to remember where the Hell I had put that damned poem, I read the message.
Larissa:
Come to my office, we have a matter to discuss.
09:30 PM
I started sweating, what could possibly want the principal to talk about with me? Unless...
I shook my head, hoping it wasn't as I feared it was.
I closed my room door, and sighed. It was probably something to do with the reunion that we had before, nothing more.
All the way to her office, I fidgeted with my fingers, nervously. Once arrived, I knocked two times.
"Come in."
I gulped, opening the immense door before me.
"Please, do take a seat."
I closed the door and went to take a seat. She was seated on her chair, her hands playing with a piece of paper. Wait, a piece of paper!?
"I think you know why I called you here, don't you?"
My eyes went wide. I started moving my hands in the air, trying to come up with an excuse good enough for that poem.
"I-I... you see, it's not as it may appear to be, just-"
She raised a finger, shushing me.
"I think it's exactly as it appears to be. I mean, you made it very explicit."
I blushed.
The poem was, in fact, a collection of my wet dreams I had of the woman seated in front of me. And of course she had to read it.
"Do you have this... dreams, often?"
"No! Well, I mean... yes, but-"
She smiled, her lips stretching. I was mesmerised. I wanted to see her smile every day.
"You don't have to be all shy, now."
She got up, towering over me. Our height difference made everything she did more exciting. She could just stay still for an hour, it only took for me to look up at her and something would start moving in my chest.
She kneeled in front of me.
"What...?"
Her hands were on my thighs, I felt like they were on fire.
"Why don't you tell me what else you dream about? What do you want me to do to your pretty body?"
I felt a hot feeling in my lower abdomen, and wet in a place I wish she would just touch already. The mix of her low voice and her british accent made her so sensual.
"I-I don't understand..."
"Hm I'm sure you do, little pet."
Pet. I loved when she called me pet names.
"Now, why don't we start by undressing you, hm?"
She slowly started unbuttoning my blouse, biting her lip. I bit my lip to prevent a moan escaping. Just the sight of her kneeled like that, in between my legs, could have made me climax.
My blouse soon found its place on the floor. She licked her lips and looked at me.
"Would you like to be kissed?"
"Why are you asking?"
She shrugged, keeping her eyes on me.
"You didn't write it on your poem. Not once, there was not a single kiss."
She was so cute, asking for my permission. I smiled, getting closer to her.
"I would love for you to kiss me."
She smirked and kissed me. Her lips were soft, and she tasted like wine. She was probably drinking before I came in. Her tongue met mine in a passionate dance. I moaned when I felt her hand cupping my breast. She moved away, interrupting the kiss. She started trailing kisses on my neck, moving lower and lower. I closed my eyes, feeling the softness of her skin on mine.
"Let's get rid of this, shall we?"
She smirked, unclasping my bra. She stared at my chest for some seconds, and I blushed. Being so naked in front of the woman I litteraly loved was embarassing, to say the least.
"You are beautiful, Y/N."
I opened my mouth but she didn't give me time to day anything because she kissed me right away. Her fingers pinched my nipple, playing with it. She licked from my neck to my breast, taking in her mouth my other nipple, sucking it and swirling it with her tongue.
I moaned. She was so good at this, I wondered how many times she did it.
"Get up."
I immediately obeyed. She remained in her kneeling position. Even so, she was tall enough to unzip my jeans. She threw them away with my panties, which were soaked. She made me sit again, making sure I was comfortable.
She licked my vagina, moaning at the taste. I gasped at the sensation of her tongue on my most sensitive part.
"Hm so wet, all for me. Good girl."
I let out a moan at the name. She smirked, looking at me.
"Tell me what you want."
She was enjoying this as much as I was enjoying it, which was a lot.
"Please, I need you to keep doing it."
"Keep doing what, my love?"
Her hands were on my thighs again, spreading them apart.
"Lick me, please."
I pleaded. She hummed in approval, and she immediately started licking and sucking my bundle of nerves. Her grip on my thighs was strong.
"Ah just like that..."
Her eyes were fixed on mine, and at that sight, her face buried in between my legs, with her watching my expressions, I felt a jolt of electricity run in my veins. It didn't take long for me to arrive at my limit.
"Oh I'm so close..."
And then she stopped. I let out a whimper at the loss of contact.
"Wha- why?"
I asked. She giggled, getting up.
"Hush, my love. I want you to make mommy feel good too, don't you want that?"
I nodded.
"Yes, yes! I want mommy to feel good too!"
She smirked, lifting up her dress. She got rid of her panties and came closer.
"Is it ok if I shapeshift?"
I looked at her. Why would she do that?
"But I want to see you as you."
She giggled, cupping my cheek.
"I don't want to change my appearence, just... a certain part of my body."
I looked her inquiringly. She looked down and I followed her gaze. Then it hit me.
"Only if you feel comfortable."
She added. I nodded, eagerly. I was a lesbian, but strangely, the thought of getting penetrated by Larissa didn't disgust me.
"Good little girl."
Soon, she spread my legs and put the tip in. I looked at it, and couldn't fathom how it would ever enter all in me.
"I fear it's too big..."
"Don't worry, I will make sure to make you and I both feel good."
I gulped, feeling it enter me bit by bit. I stang, but Larissa's hand soon found her place on my clitoris, doing circular motions to tone down the pain.
"Hm you feel so good."
She moaned once it was all in. She started moving inside of me slowly, in and out, in and out. Her hand playing with my clitoris.
"You're so tight and warm, you're making mommy feel so good."
Our moans resonated in unison in the office, her movements getting faster and faster.
"Hm you're making me come."
"Please, I'm so close too..."
Her hands were on my sides, slamming into me with loud and lewd noises. Her moans were low and hearing them made me feel stars.
"Come, come with me, love."
It was enough for me to climax. Her legs shook, just like mine did. It washed over me like a riptide, and I could tell Larissa enjoyed it too from the look of pure bliss she had.
She got it out and it inmediately disappeared. She kissed me, with love and passion.
"We could have had this much fun sooner if you would have let me know your feelings."
"Well, now you know."
She hummed, while helping me on my feet.
"Maybe we could see eachother more often."
I smiled, hugging her.
"I would love that."
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milfswriter · 1 year
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Hi! I would like to make a request
Pre-relationship Larissa and teacher reader, Larissa is jealous of reader with other teachers, but "she can't say anything because they don't have a relationship yet" something Angst with a Happy ending pretty please :)
Misunderstanding
Larissa Weems x reader
Summary: Larissa thinks you and Marilyn are dating
Warnings: drunk r and tipsy Larissa, that’s it ig
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She has to put a stop to this. Her frustration at you always gets to her when you're close to Marilyn, her hands are never not touching you. Whether it may be a hand on your waist as she laughs at your jokes, or on your back as she hugs you.
It was painful, to say the least, watching you with someone else. Her jaw clenched at the sight of you and Marilyn standing next to each other on the first day of Parents' weekend, hands almost touching as you both watched the students interacting with their parents with soft smiles on your faces.
She must look like an idiot, she thought. Staring at you from afar like some obsessed creep. She had to let you go, you looked happy with Marilyn, and she wouldn't want to ruin that for you.
Her heart ached as she saw you laugh at something Thornhill whispered in your ear, your hand on her shoulder as you contained yourself. She wanted to make you laugh like that.
When she decided she'd seen enough, she turned her back to you and walked to her office, deciding she'd just drink her sorrow away. You were not hers, and she was not going to bother you anymore.
An hour later, there was a knock on the door. She gulped her glass of wine and hoped whoever it was will leave her the hell alone.
They did not, she deduced when the door was opened and shut quickly. She heard a breathy laugh, "Rissa? Watcha doing here?"
She closed her eyes, not really knowing what to say to you. "Hm?" she turned her head to look at you. You were changed out of your dress to a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt since it was pretty late.
You looked..cute. Cozy even. But she had to take her eyes away from you before it was too obvious she was ogling you.
"I um.." she began, "got tired, I guess" she gulped down another glass of wine before turning to look at you to see if you were still there.
Not only were you still there staring at her with a raised eyebrow, but you were also sitting in her chair, your feet propped up on the desk as you twirled the ends of your hair. You were obviously drunk.
She could feel her heart beating fast in her chest, and she cursed herself for being so obvious. "Do you want me to leave?" you asked, and she shook her head. "No, it's fine.." She sat back on the sofa, closing her eyes as she tried to ignore your scent that filled the room.
The more she tried to ignore it, however, the stronger it got. She jumped as she felt your breath on her shoulder. How could you move this quietly while you're absolutely wasted?
"Is everything okay?"
She turned to face you, her eyes meeting yours. She felt a lump in her throat and struggled to get her words out. "I just...I saw you with Marilyn earlier and I realized that I need to stop... this thing that I have for you. You're happy with her, and I don't want to ruin that for you."
"What?..Marilyn? Oh..no" You let out a laugh that turned into a howl, She couldn't help but feel stupid.
You were both drunk and you shouldn't be having this conversation because judging by the state you were in at the moment, it was obvious you hadn't fully comprehended what she was trying to say, or so she thought.
You looked at her with a soft expression, your hand on her arm. "Larissa. Marilyn and I are absolutely not dating. And I know I've been oblivious because I've been so focused on this parents' weekend thing, but I don't want to lose you because of a misunderstanding. You mean so much to me."
Tears prickled in her eyes as she listened to your words. "I don't want to lose you either" she whispered, feeling vulnerable and exposed.
Before Larissa could realize what you were doing, you plopped onto her lap, your grin almost generating one of her own.
"You're lucky you're cute.." she mumbled, letting your hands travel to her face to stroke her flushed cheek.
"Am I?" she hummed, and before she could say anything, your lips were on hers in a sloppy but warm kiss.
Her hands automatically went to your waist, pulling you closer as your tongues fought for dominance before the two of you let go to catch your breaths.
You grinned as you joined your foreheads, nuzzling your nose against the older woman's.
"Rissa?" you whispered
"hm?"
"Can we get Pizza?" the laugh she let out was more of a snort as she stood up and carried you bridal style.
"And here I thought you'd say something sexy for once" she smirked, shaking her head at your state.
"Is that a yes?"
"yes, love. We can get Pizza"
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witchymadness · 1 year
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ONE BED TROPE
(w/ Gwendoline Christie's Characters)
(A/N): literally wrote this for myself bcs I just can't with how hot and sweet this woman is, but I thought you guys might enjoy too! 🥹 literally Stan Gwen for a better life. Did not proof read, pls enjoy.
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(also fls this image makes me just want to sin, mame)
Brienne of Tarth
-You're a princess and she's a knight.
-Classic trope.
-You were on a journey and your father, the king, sent his mightiest guard with you in your quest, whatever it may be.
-All that good shit.
-So, one day in your seemingly endless travels with Brienne, you were bound to encounter the following scenario:
-"I profusely apologize, m'lady, but there seems to be only one more room available in the inn. And it only has one bed."
-I mean, it wasn't like you had the hugest fucking crush on this gorgeous-ass fucking woman next to you--
-Right???
-FUCKING WRONG!
-So you arrive at the room and the bed was quite spacious, seemingly a bed for... Couples.
-But your internal screaming was ceased when your amazing (mountain) of a knight offered to sleep on the floor. And of course, you couldn't let her do that!
-NO.
-"Oh, it's absolutely fine, Brienne. I insist."
-"B-but m'lady--"
-'JUST CLIMB IN THE FUCKING BED ALREADY SO I CAN CLIMB YOU, DAMN IT!'
-"It's fine, Brienne. I could use the company."
-*insert internal dying pt. 2*
-You trying not to stare while she takes off her armor was a successful, yet gruesome process.
-Facing away from her in bed because you might just freeze to death if you accidentally met her icy-blue eyes.
-"(Y/N). I understand that you are not comfortable with our predicament. Cease the civilities and let me sleep on the floor, please."
- >:0
-'HOW DARE YOU IMPLY THAT I, FOR ONE SECOND IN MY LIFE, NEVER WANT TO BE NEXT TO YOU?!'
-"Brienne, I-- listen, it's not you that I am uncomfortable with. Well... It is you. But--"
-She let out a quiet sigh as she had started to stand, but you, frustrated and quite tired of the bullshit, grabbed her arm and caused you two to come face to face.
-This slightly took her a back, but she kept her usual composure, propping you up as you still held on tightly on to her arm.
-"Lady (L/N), what on earth are you doing?"
-"I'm not letting you leave. By god, you are as slow as you are gorgeous."
-"I don't understand, m'lady."
-"Brienne, I do wish for your company. Not just this evening, but the evenings ever since I've met you and the evenings in the many moons to come."
-*exe.brienne has stopped working*
-"I understand that I may have been a little too aggressive. But my offer still stands the same. You can have the bed. It's the least I could do for the bravest knight of Tarth."
-"(Y/N)... Are you true?"
-"With every word that I have given you. By the old gods and the new, Brienne. I mean it."
-You saw the spark in her eyes, a spark of hope and maybe... Love? So, you continued.
-"I meant every compliment I have given you, every thanks, every laugh and each of those chaste kisses on your cheek when I tend to your wounds that I wish could be longer. They're all true. I mean it when I say that my bed shall always be yours. And I'll mean it everytime that I tell you how much I love you, my Brienne."
-"I love you too, (Y/N). I always have. I'll always be by your side. I shall protect you and offer my life to you, my (Y/N). Know that in my dying breath, the memories of your smile shall put me into the deep slumber with joy."
-You cried because, whew! Did you guys just get married?
-"Let us sleep then. As I await every tomorrow that I'll spend with you."
-Move over, Will Shaxbeard!
-You woke up with Brienne holding you close and you the same. You knew instantly that that is how you wanted to spend the rest of your eternity.
Lucifer Morningstar
-Little less pure than Brienne.
-So, Lucifer abandoned their post, went down to earth and met you.
-You we're a psychic.
-Supposedly.
-Well, kind of.
-It didn't matter, because Lucifer seemed to think so, so they dragged you along to fulfill their great escape of their father's plan.
-You really did not believe them, but hey, they've got money.
-You we're visiting a demon in Las Vegas.
-Suffice to say that you've seen quite the shit that day and just wanted to get some rest. And probably a beer or two before travelling of to the dreaming.
-Lucifer didn't really like sleeping, and they usually just... Do things while you're asleep.
-They're a very busy person.
-In your slumber, you'd sometimes awaken to the Morningstar cursing under their breath, contemplating their life.
-It was a strange ass mid-life crisis.
-Besides being the Devil, you had to say that they were quite charming. Polite, infact.
-They never bothered you unless they needed to.
-No one ever saw them in their raw form of vulnerability, except you.
-Or atleast, no one ever survived to tell the tale.
-Well, that night in Vegas, you've drank MORE than a beer or two.
-Lucifer said that alcohol never really worked on them. It's a celestial being thing, you wouldn't get it.
-"Well why don't you just get some rest then, angel?"
-That nickname irritated them to no extent.
-"I told you (Y/N), I don't sleep."
-"Like... You can't? Or you just don't wanna?"
-"I--"
-*annoyed Lucy activated*
-Usually, you'd back off. But in this case, you had no control and you were face to face with the Devil, for Christ's sake. Of course you were curious.
-"You...?"
-They looked at you incredulously.
-"(Y/N), just go to bed, angel."
-They did not just say that.
-You burst out laughing. Does the devil have blood? No. Can you see clearly? Absolutely not. But are they absolutely blushing like a tomato? Yes.
-They marched to the side of your bed, demanding you to shut the fuck up but to no avail.
-Going as far as to straddle you and attempted to choke you, out of their childish frustration.
-Part of them knew they couldn't kill you as you were still an evident part of the prophecy.
-But, God they wanted you to shut up so bad.
-It's an itch that grew unbearably annoying to them, to listen to you laugh. And now, especially, that you were laughing at their misfortune.
-"(Y/N), SILENCE!"
-When you realized the position that the two of you were in, you suddenly quieted down.
-Samael was the most beautiful angel in the heavens, and still retained their features even after their fall from grace.
-As the dim yellow light shone a faux halo above them, it was bitter irony.
-Your angel.
-You pulled Lucifer down next to you, then almost successfully straddling them in the same manner they did.
-"You look so beautiful, my angel."
-You couldn't remember what happened next but when you woke up, you were on top of Lucifer, head resting on their chest.
-They were wearing their own silk pajamas and you found it adorable.
-"Good morning, my angel."
-They decided that they liked that nickname better.
Larrisa Weems
-You were a fellow teacher.
-Well, you liked thinking that you were.
-You were just an intern, or as most people like calling you, Ms. Weems' assistance.
-It didn't really bother you as much.
-It meant that you got to spend more time with the Head Mistress, who to be completely honest, you were absolutely smitten with.
-You slept in your own chambers, of course.
-But one day, something completely unfortunate happened.
-A fur just happened to burst into your room while they were morphed, through the windows.
-You were sleeping at the time, but luckily, you only had a few cuts from the window shards, thanks to your duvet.
-Larissa, being the headmaster, had to take care of the whole debacle.
-She dragged you inside her chambers and started patching up your arms and the few stray cuts littered across your face.
-Larissa did look sorta pissed, while doing so.
-"Ms. Weems, I understand that I'm intruding. I can stay with Mr. Ramirez tonight and I can patch myself up, if it's troubling you."
-You offered, as Mr. Ramirez, or Gary, as you knew him, was a friend of yours before getting into the academy. And before Principal Weems, it was him who you spent most of your time with.
-"Wouldn't Gary be fast asleep by now, (Y/N)? Although, it is you. I doubt he would refuse his own girlfriend, no?"
-Girlfriend?
-"Oh, am I imposing? Forgive me. I just see the both of you lovebirds hanging around, couldn't help but notice." she hummed.
-"Ms. Weems--"
-"Larissa, please, darling."
-Ignoring the butterflies dancing in your stomach, you responded.
-"Yes, Larissa. Gary and I are just friends."
-"Oh..."
-Her expression was unreadable, and so was her tone.
-"I suppose you haven't set your eyes on any of our staff, then?"
-"Actually, I have..."
-You let out a small wince as Larissa pressed the cotton ball a little too roughly on a wound.
-"Sorry, sorry."
-Soon after she was finished bandaging up your cuts, she offered to walk you to Gary's room.
-But then you heard loud snoring and after a few more countless attempts to call the man, you gave up.
-"(Y/N), this is getting a tad ridiculous. I wouldn't mind you spending a night in my chambers instead."
-Ignoring the underlying meaning that the statement had, and you wished she meant, you agreed.
-The walk back to her chambers was a quiet one.
-"Thank you, M-- Larissa. Goodnight."
-Without thinking, you placed a soft kiss to her cheek.
-Larissa was left dumbfounded, while sleepiness visited you as soon as your head found the pillow.
-"Goodnight then, (Y/N)."
-She reminded herself to ask you in the morning on who was the staff member you liked.
-Waking up was a surprise, as you found that Larissa's hand had snaked it's way to your waist, while you had your hand on top of hers, keeping in in place.
-That's how Enid pays her 'Thing' Massages.
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