#larissa hourglass

[daydream-cement]

Beautiful Girl

Larissa Weems x Reader

Comforting Larissa so she feels as beautiful as you know she is.

Author’s Note: Short little oneshot! Enjoy!

“Sweetheart!!” Larissa held her dress by the bodice as she called out for you. The dress was incredibly fitted and there was no way for the blonde to keep it up without it being secured to her form. “I need you to come zip me up!”

You straightened your suit jacket in the mirror and grabbed your watch, beginning to fasten the wristwatch when you exited the bathroom. The sight of Larissa in the silver sequined gown caused your watch to tumble to the ground. You reached down quickly, scooping up the watch, eyes never leaving the blonde’s backside.

The headmistress was all too busy checking her hair and makeup in the mirror to even notice you becoming entranced with her body. Hearing the watch hit the floor, the headmistress knew you were now in the bedroom, so her voice rang out once more, “What do you think, darling?”

“Good- It’s good-“

“Good?” The compliment wasn’t enough to keep the shapeshifter’s negative self-talk at bay. She placed a hand to her stomach and began twisting and turning, a frown growing on her face as her eyes scanned her own body. “I just don’t know… Maybe I’ll wear something else.”

“No. You look- good in what you have on.” Your eyes narrowed at Larissa’s lack of appreciation for her own body. Your hands found the shapeshifter’s zipper, holding the frustrated blonde still and preventing her from shifting about to find minor flaws in her form.

“I’m just not- I don’t think I can pull this dress off…” The headmistress stood still with a huff, her eyes making contact with yours in the mirror, "Is it too much, honey?"

"No, not at all.” In order to make your point, you began zipping up Larissa’s dress, trapping the blonde inside the fabric, the full hourglass of the shapeshifter’s figure becoming more evident. Slipping behind the blonde, you rested your hands on Larissa’s hips, giving them a firm squeeze before winding them around her middle, “You look great."

Larissa accepted her fate, adjusting the bust of the dress, teeth biting at her bottom lip as she stared at her own breasts, "I...dunno, there's- They're out there." While Larissa had grown to love her body more than ever since starting to date you, this was one of those days that she simply couldn’t shake the hatred she had for her body. Tonight her body would be out on full display, making the blonde grimace at the thought.

Your hands moved back to your wife’s hips, turning her around to get a glimpse at Larissa’s front side with your own eyes. You started from the bottom, working your way up, eyes lingering on the large expanse of cleavage exposed by the glittering gown, "Mmhm, but they look fabulous."

“Oh...” The blonde began to pout, hands coming to fidget with your suit, straightening out bits of fabric nervously, “I just don’t feel very beautiful tonight, darling...”

“I’m sorry that that is the case tonight, my beautiful girl. Is there any way I can possibly change your mind? Kiss the places you don’t feel are beautiful?” Taking Larissa’s hand and preventing her from messing with the fabric of your suit any further, you pressed a kiss to the blonde’s palm, beginning a trail of kisses up her forearm, turning your gaze to look at Larissa when you reached her elbow. “I want to show you that you are beautiful. If not to yourself, then to me. My opinion ultimately doesn’t matter, but I hope that you might believe that what I’m saying is true.”

Raising a hand to Larissa’s cheek, you continued speaking your mind, needing your wife to know how much she was truly loved, “There are days where I do not feel beautiful, and you always always make me feel like the most gorgeous in the room- in the world, even. I want to do the same for you as well, baby. Anything you need, I will give to you tenfold, you know this.”

With a shaky breath, Larissa pulled you to her, hugging you to her chest with a crushing force, “Your words helped an incredible amount, my sweet darling. I don’t know how I ever survived part of this life without you.” Pulling from the hug, Larissa’s hands came to cradle your face, pressing kisses all over, leaving lipstick marks in her wake, “I love you so much.”

You meant to respond, but you were somewhat delirious from the affection from Larissa, not conscious of the fact that your face was covered in Larissa’s lipstick. Your love struck gaze brought bubbling laughter from the shapeshifter. Before you could see her face, Larissa took your face in her hand and reached for her phone on the dresser nearby, needing to take a picture of you.

The shapeshifter gripped your chin between her thumb and forefinger, placing one last kiss to your forehead. With her voice sweet as ever, Larissa held up her phone, snapping a photo of you, “Smile for me, baby.”

Not only did those words of affirmation help, but your love struck gaze made the blonde’s heart feel so full, the frustrations of her dress began to fade. She even distracted herself by removing the lipstick from your face, the comforting proximity with you beginning to calm the shapeshifter.

The event went wonderfully. Your comfortingly possessive grip around Larissa’s waist the entirety of the social event. The blonde received more compliments that night than she ever had before, but none of which meant as much as the little whispers from you throughout the night. For once, you both even stayed until the after party, Larissa perching herself on your lap for most of the evening, your smug and satisfied smirk maintained for each second Larissa was attached to you.

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[inlovewithgreta]

Lovers — Larissa Weems x Morticia Addams x Fem!Reader

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Synopsis: You get caught pleasuring yourself alone without telling the two women in your life, and in return, you get a punishment that is full of pleasure.

Warnings: Praise, degradation, mommy kink, spanking, edging, squirting, marking, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, etc…

Word Count: 4.6k

a/n: if you would like to be part of my taglist, do let me know! I’m so excited to post this oneshot, I’ve never done anything with three people before so this is a first for me. I hope you lovelies enjoy and have an amazing day! ♡

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

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Today was a quiet day in the mansion. Staff was gone for the weekend, Larissa was at work, Morticia was reading in the library, and you were in the bedroom. You had told Morticia you were lying down for a nap, but that was not the case whatsoever.

Your mind had been having dirty thoughts. Dirtier than usual. The two women in your life have been doing other things, leaving you completely touch starved. It had been what felt like ages since either of them had laid a finger on you, and the heat rising between your legs was far too much to ignore any longer.

Grabbing the small bullet from your nightstand, you rested your head back against the silk pillowcase as you dragged the now vibrating toy down your naked body.

First, you toyed with your erect nipples, circling the buzzing toy across your chest, allowing each vibration to go straight to your core. You were already a moaning mess before you even reached your center.

Your legs were spread as far open as possible, the cold air along your dampened cunt creating goosebumps along your bare skin. Small whimpers were quick to fly out of your mouth, the sweet touch from the bullet sending you straight into complete bliss.

You were too focused on the pleasure to realize how loud your moans actually became. She couldn't tell exactly what it was, but the more intently she listened, the faster it was for her to figure out what it was.

You.

Moaning her name.

Morticia set her book aside, marking her spot for a later read, and lifted a high brow when she heard you moan once more. She quietly walked down the hallway, keeping her movements slow and steady to avoid the loud clicking from her heels.

As she reached the doorway, her eyes dilated at the unexpected sight before her. She eyed your naked body sprawled out in the middle of the grand bed. Legs were spread, back was arched, and a little black bullet sat between your legs.

"What a naughty little thing," She folded her arms across her chest. A loud gasp left your mouth at her sudden words, heat rushing straight to your cheeks from embarrassment. You weren't expecting Morticia to catch you in the act.

"Couldn't even bother to tell me? Tsk tsk." She clicked her tongue and shook her head disapprovingly, taking the few steps towards the bed.

You attempted to pull the toy from between your legs but Morticia had other plans, stopping your wrist with a stern grip.

"Don't go shy on me now, y/n. Finish. After all, you couldn't wait for me." She let go, placing both hands on her hips and gazing down at you with dark eyes. "Go on." She flicked her eyes to between your thighs.

You gulped, turning the toy back on and placing it back between your legs with a quiet whimper. As you began to pleasure yourself, Morticia slid her hands behind her back, slowly pulling the zipper from her dress down her back. The fabric dropped softly to the floor, revealing a black laced lingerie set that hugged her hourglass figure perfectly.

"I can't—" You shook your head, the pressure from her heated gaze making it harder for you to find your release. Under any other circumstance, it would take a mere second for you to finish, but Morticia was always the one doing it for you, not just watching you intently with a stoic face.

"You can. You will." She kicked her heels off.

"Please," You pleaded, salty tears steadily falling down your cheeks. You needed her. Needed her touch. "I-I can't!" You whimpered once more.

"So pathetic. My needy slut is desperate enough to touch herself but not enough to come."

Morticia crawled onto the bed, immediately taking the small bullet from your hands and holding it tightly in her own. She flipped her long raven locks behind her back before dipping her face between your thighs.

"Can't even finish yourself off without me," The toy presses roughly against your clit, causing your breath to hitch, "We're going to have to work on that one." Her dark eyes look up at yours before flicking down to your glistening cunt.

"It's too bad, you know," She lowered her upper body down to the mattress, arching her back, and forcing her barely clothed ass into the air. "Now mommy is going to have to destroy this little pussy of yours until I have you begging for mercy."

Her lips attached to your inner thighs, before trailing towards your center and licking a strip up your folds. Moans were quick to escape your throat as she pleasures you by both her mouth and the toy pressing against your sensitive bud.

"F-fuck!" Your chest heaved at a familiar knot forming in your abdomen. Hands gripped at the emerald green duvet below you, knuckles turning white at your rough grip. Morticia could feel you trembling, your body quivering at your close release.

"That's it. Come for me." The raven haired woman edged you on, peppering your inner thigh with kisses before nibbling on the soft flesh, leaving fresh love bites in their wake.

With a skillful flick to your cunt, Morticia had you spiraling almost instantaneously.

"Oh, 'Tish!" Her name flew out of your mouth just as she turned the toy off and carelessly tossing it aside.

You thought she was just helping ride out your high by removing the toy, but boy were you wrong.

Morticia wasn't done just yet.

You had touched yourself without her, and couldn't even finish yourself off at her command which was unacceptable. She had taken note of how often you've listened to Larissa's demands compared to her own, and part of her grew jealous. Should she have been? No. But was she? Oh, she most definitely was.

"Oh, you thought I was stopping right there?" Her hand sternly held you down by your inner thigh at your attempts to close your legs around her. "Tsk tsk," She scoffed, "I'm not even close to being done with you yet. And when 'Riss gets home, it'll be her turn. If you want to act like a slut, you'll certainly get treated like one."

The raven-haired beauty between your legs refused to slow her movements. Her tongue ravaged your clit while she easily thrusted two fingers into your cunt.

Small whimpers echoed off the walls at the curl of her slender fingers that hit you in just the right spot, making had your brain go empty.

"What's the matter, baby? No more screaming my name? We can't have that, now can we?" Her thrusts only grew faster as she watched your every move from just her pleasuring you.

The two of you were too lost in your sex world to hear the front door open and close at the entrance of your luxurious home. Larissa arrived earlier than expected, work going by quicker than she anticipated.

You crying out from your second orgasm had caught Larissa's attention when she took her coat off, her head snapping towards the opened bedroom door on the second floor.

"There it is." Morticia smirked, "I love it when my little whore screams for me. Don't go silent on me now." Tears fell down your face, coating the pillowcase beneath your head when her movements refused to slow.

"Please—" You pleaded, voice barely above a whisper.

Her hand ached from the constant thrusting, but she refused to let it show. She was one to always keep to her word. She wanted to see you like this. She loved to see you like this. Weak before her, begging for her.

"I can't take anymore!" The pressure only kept building and building inside you, the uncomfortableness from your third orgasm slowly creeping up on you. "Tish I—" A throaty moan forced its way out when the older woman slid a third finger inside you, completely stretching out your walls.

"Your moans say otherwise, dearie." Morticia raised a high brow at the arching of your back.

Larissa had heard every moan, every word leaving both yours and Morticia's mouth as she made her way up the grand stairs and down the hallway leading to your shared chambers.

She had swiftly unclasped her tight updo, letting her long platinum hair fall down her back. Buttons flew to the ground as she grew too impatient to undo each hole of her blouse.

Larissa lowly hummed at the sight before her blue eyes. She was quick to drop her blouse to the floor, along with tugging at her skirt to slide it down past her thick legs to fall to the floor.

She wouldn't dare miss this opportunity to join in on your festivities. After all, Larissa thrived off being the completely opposite of Morticia in bed. While the raven haired woman was the more dirty-talking and dominant one, Larissa liked to be the praising one that kept you on edge and begging deliciously.

Her eyes flew from your naked figure whose legs were spread with your hand toying with your breast, to Morticia's perfectly rounded ass that hung in the air, her arousal prominently dampening the thin fabric covering her center.

"Don't worry, my love. Mommy's here." Your eyes snapped towards the tall blonde who strutted into the room unexpectedly.

Larissa didn't hesitate to join in, her hand gliding to Morticia's ass, up her spine, and into her long black locks. Fingers tucked into her hair, grabbing a small handful and gently pulling, eliciting a low moan from Morticia.

"Rissa—" You attempted to call out before a whimper cut off your words. The blonde's eyes were drawn to yours, her lips instantly making contact with your cheeks, kissing away each wet drop on your tear-stained cheek.

"You're doing so good, sweet thing. Just one more and you can take a little breather, hmm? We can't have you tiring so fast."

You nodded your head frantically, toes curling and back arching off the duvet as you came for the third time. Vision went blurry and legs shook as the blonde woman guided you through your orgasm with a gentle hand along your cheek.

"That's my good girl," Larissa cooed, wiping your hair from your sweaty forehead and giving you a sweet but passionate kiss to distract you from the twitching of your thighs.

You whimpered into the kiss when Morticia slid her fingers from you, instantly sliding them into her mouth to suck them clean with a small hum.

"Mmm, sweet indeed," The dark haired woman added, releasing her fingers with a pop, dark eyes trained on Larissa's bright blue hues. "Here, have a taste." Morticia insisted, bringing her fingers to the blonde's mouth, who accepted them without hesitation.

Larissa hummed, her left hand finding your hand and giving it an appreciative squeeze. Your eyes were trained on the two half naked women sitting in front of you. Morticia had inched towards Larissa, her hand leaving the woman's mouth to sneak between her legs.

You propped yourself on your elbows as you tried to calm your breathing, but failing to do so when Morticia gave you a knowing glance, smirking wickedly when an idea came to her head.

"You've been here not even a minute and you're already soaked through?" Morticia chuckled lowly, eyes glancing back at the blonde. "How about we put on a show for our slu—"

"Sweet girl," Larissa cut her off with a finger to her lips. "Our sweet sweet girl. . ." She trailed off, losing her train of thought when Morticia snuck a hand inside her panties. Larissa instantly moaned at the slender fingers circling her clit.

Her pale hand left yours to grab Morticia's freshly manicured hand, guiding her movements at her favorite pace.

At this godly sight, you were instantly wet once more. An almost painful heat instantly starting again.

The sight ahead of you made you seem nearly forgotten, but the heat between your legs was very much prominent. Just as you started to snake your hand towards your dripping cunt, Morticia's free hand gripped your wrist, her eyes never straying from the blonde in front of her.

"Tish, please." You begged, but your pleas never worked on her. Her grip only remained stern, keeping your hand in place, not allowing you to please yourself at the sight of her pleasuring Larissa.

The blonde quietly moaned before pulling Morticia's hand away from her cunt. "Somebody feels left out, Tish. Let her join. I want a taste of her anyways."

Reluctantly, Morticia retracted both of her hands, but a biting smirk returned to her face as she saw the plans Larissa had in store for you, lingering in her eyes.

"Don't be too easy on her Riss, this is after all a punishment."

"Ah, so that's why you two started without me." A dangerous smirk came to Larissa's face, one you know well. "So our little angel hasn't been so good today. . . What has she done?" Larissa asked the other woman, eyes curiously scanning your face.

"Was touching herself all by her lonesome. Didn't even bother to tell me. Heard her from the other room moaning like a whore."

Larissa shook her head, clicking her tongue in a disapproving manner, "You know better, darling." Larissa maneuvered her way around Morticia to switch places with her, making herself at home between your thighs.

Her body sat in the same position Morticia was just in, legs beneath her, upper body hovering over the duvet with her porcelain colored ass waving in the air.

Although your view of the woman was enough to have your arousal dripping onto the plush mattress, Morticia had the best view of all. Dark eyes wandered over the blondes smooth skin.

Larissa toyed with your thighs, pecking and nibbling at the soft flesh while Morticia traced a hand along the blonde's back, sliding a finger down her spine.

Morticia felt every inch and curve of Larissa's lower body, admiring the fine specimen that sat before her. Her lips made contact with the woman's hips, sending sweet kisses along her stretch marks that Larissa was once insecure about until the three of you got together.

You treated her like a goddess, after all, that's what she was to you. Everything about her was perfect. She was perfect, inside and out. And she appreciated every compliment, and especially every kiss to her most sacred spots.

"Rissa please," Your hips slightly bucked towards her face, begging for her to soothe the growing ache between your thighs.

"Patience, my love. You're going to need it." Larissa smirked, eyes dancing with amusement.

She knew just how much you were about to beg for her, and excitement was already coursing through her veins. Of course she was going to be more gentle than Morticia, but she was still going to give you the punishment you deserved for leaving them out of your activities.

Larissa flattened her tongue along your glistening cunt, slowly savoring every sweet taste of you. You shivered under her cool touch, hips being forced down against the mattress to avoid your overly sensitive bucking.

"Such a sweet little pussy, and all for me-" Larissa's words were cut off with a suppressed moan when Morticia slapped the blonde's ass with a piercing smack.

"Us." The raven haired woman corrected her, before soothing the immediate reddened area along Larissa's porcelain cheek.

Larissa tongue delved deep into you, bright blue eyes watching the growing tension between your knitted brows and the everlasting 'o' shape of your mouth as sounds refused to come out.

"Fuck, Rissa!" Your hand flew to her head, tugging at her long curly locks.

"Look at you, already a screaming little mess in just a mere second." Morticia teased you, fingers tucking under Larissa's panties and slowly gliding them down her thick legs to get a better view of the growing mess between the blonde's thighs. "Let's make it even louder for me, shall we? I want to hear how loud you both can be."

Morticia slid two fingers past Larissa's entrance with ease, pleasuring the tall goddess while she devoured you. Larissa's moans blended in with your own, putting a mischievous smirk along Morticia's face.

"Just like that." Her free hand rubbed the soft skin along Larissa's ass, preparing for her next move, "My two needy whores, complete moaning messes. Keep the noises coming."

Smack

Morticia used her free hand to send another sharp spank to Larissa's ass, and admiring the prominent jiggle that elicited from her smack.

You felt your release building and building, moans growing closer and closer together, giving Larissa just enough time to remove her tongue from your cunt. A whimper took place of a moan at the sudden loss of contact, and Larissa couldn't help the smirk that grew on her face.

"Didn't think I'd let you finish that easy, now did you?" She toyed, breath hitching in her throat when Morticia chuckled, suddenly curling her fingers inside the blonde.

She hit Larissa's most craved spot with each thrust, and all you could do was watch as Larissa became undone from Morticia, neediness growing more prominent now that your orgasm faded away.

"Come for me, Rissa." Morticia encouraged the blonde on just as Larissa brought her mouth back to your clit.

Moans of ecstasy got muffled as Larissa coated the other woman's fingers with her juices, her wetness dripping down Morticia's hand. Larissa's grip along your hips tightened, fingernails digging into your sensitive skin and leaving crescent shaped marks in their wake.

Morticia didn't dare stop her movements, wanting you to watch as Larissa came over and over again while you were being edged by the blonde for your punishment.

"Taking it like such a good girl," Larissa cooed, removing her tongue and replacing her pleasuring with her fingers, matching the same movements Morticia had been doing to her.

"Please—" You begged, "Let me come! I promise I won't touch myself again without you."

"I don't know, Tish. What do you think?" Larissa stopped her movements once she felt your walls tightening around her fingers. Small whimpers escaped your throat, the growing uncomfortable ache between your thighs forcing tears from your eyes.

"I say let her wait on it for a bit longer." Her devilish smirk forcing your grip along the sheets to tighten out of frustration.

"Mmm, fuck—" Larissa elicited a throaty moan.

Your head shook as you watched Larissa come for a second time, jealousy completely coursing through your veins.

Morticia sent wet kisses along Larissa's ass, gently guiding her through her orgasm. Her fingers moved from Larissa's used cunt and directly into her mouth, eliciting a small approving moan.

The scene in front of her was enough for Morticia to get off at the same time, her free hand rubbing circles along her own clit.

A shallow moan could be heard from Morticia as she came undone from her own touch. Her noise was just barely loud enough for both you and Larissa to hear, as Morticia was always the quieter one compared to you and Larissa.

Morticia then moved herself to sit next to you, legs tucked underneath her and thighs pressing together as she lifted Larissa's face, her thumb and forefinger pulling the blonde's face towards hers in a needy kiss.

Tears continued to flow, hips begging to buck and grind along Larissa's fingers as your gaze landed on the two women making out in front of you.

"Please!" You begged once more, "I'm taking your punishments so good. Just please— please let me come! I've learned my lesson!"

The two women broke from their heated kiss, both smirking towards each other at your pleas. Morticia ever so slightly nodded her head, allowing Larissa to bring her mouth to your clit and delve her fingers deeper.

Morticia slid a hand up your stomach, past your chest, and up to squeeze your cheeks, forcing your face to look at her. Her body leaned in, face only mere inches from your own, dark eyes full of nothing but lust.

"Come, my darling." Her signature red lips smashed sloppily against yours.

A familiar knot formed in your abdomen, appearing only momentarily until you finally came around Larissa's fingers with a relieved moan.

The blonde's movements slowed as she eased you through your orgasm, allowing the pleasure to last for as long as possible.

Your chest heaved, heartbeat racing as you attempted to catch your breath when Larissa stopped her movements.

"That's my good girl." Larissa smiled, wiping your release carelessly off her fingers and onto her thigh as she moved her body to sit opposite of Morticia on the other side of you.

Her hand cupped your cheek when Morticia pulled away, both of them wiping your tears away with their thumbs.

"She took her punishment so good, didn't she, Tish? Wasn't our little doll taking it like such a good girl?"

"She took it so well for us," Morticia played with one of your stray hairs. "I think she deserves a treat, Rissa."

"Oh indeed she does. Does our sweet girl want a taste of mommy?"

Morticia ran a hand down Larissa's barely clothed chest, moving the thin fabric to free Larissa's breasts from her bra. Your eyes widened at the sight before you, a bright gleam in your eye making itself prominent to the two woman before you.

"Use your words." Morticia added when she noticed your growing silence.

"Yes— God yes!"

Larissa chuckled, reaching behind her unclasp her bra, allowing the fabric to fall from her chest and out of the way.

"Lay down, Rissa." Morticia laid a hand on the blonde's bare shoulder, pushing her gently down onto the mattress. "Our beautiful and enchanting goddess."

"Let us worship you. Please." You chimed in, running your hand up her smooth leg, and stopping just before reaching her soaked cunt.

"If that's what you truly want, who am I to deny you of your desires? Be a good girl and help me finish, angel." Larissa spread her legs, giving you full access to her dripping center which you took in your mouth instantaneously.

Your tongue flicked across her sensitive bud, earning a gentle bucking of her hips. Morticia made contact with Larissa's breasts, one hand kneading while the other held a tit in her mouth, tongue swirling around the blonde's nipple.

"Mmm, just like that!" Larissa's head fell back against the duvet, eyes begging to roll to the back of her head.

Larissa hummed, her perfectly manicured hand reaching for your head to push you further against her, allowing the slight grinding of her hips against your face.

Morticia gave one last flick to Larissa's nipple before taking a moment to look at the moaning mess Larissa quickly became. A small smirk toyed at her lips when she came up with a new plan to add to the pleasure you were giving her.

The raven haired woman slid from the bed to grab the leftover bullet vibrator that she had discarded earlier, turning the toy on and bringing it to Larissa's view.

"If she gets to pleasure you, it's only fair I get to help." Morticia crawled back onto the bed, and brought the toy to Larissa's chest. The buzzing toy ran across Larissa's nipple, causing Larissa's back to arch and push her breasts harder against the vibrations.

"Tish please," Larissa's blue eyes met with Morticia's dark ones, her big doe eyes pleading.

Your eyes glanced up at Morticia with a knowing look, moving your head away from her clit, to insert two fingers deeply inside Larissa's cunt with ease. Her wetness allowed you to slide right in.

"Such a little begger. . ." Morticia teased.

Your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth at the sight of Morticia slowly drag the vibrator down Larissa's chest, past her navel, and down to her sensitive clit.

Larissa moaned loudly at the new sensation. Your free hand gripped her waist, nails dragging across her porcelain skin in a small trail that ended in her inner thighs, leaving little red marks in their wake.

"Look at her taking you so well," Morticia cooed, noticing the third finger you inserted that caused Larissa to let out a whimpering moan at the stretching of her inner walls.

Morticia moved the toy in circular motions while she brought her mouth to Larissa's neck. Red lips attached to Larissa's pulse point, sucking and nibbling at the skin, a mix of red lipstick and hickeys soon covering the blonde's neck.

"Faster, baby—" Larissa's hand gripped your wrist, picking up your thrusts to a quicker and needier pace.

The blonde's legs stilled ever so slightly, every noise coming from her mouth halting as her breath hitched. Her orgasm came barreling down at her, taking full control over her curvaceous body.

But neither you or Morticia stopped your movements.

"Yes, god yes!"

While Morticia marked up Larissa's neck, the blonde's free hand made home on her own chest, pulling her nipple between her fingers and toying with the erect bud.

Larissa's other hand only grew tighter along your scalp, hips growing frantic as she hurtled towards her next release.

"That feels so good— Fuck, don't stop!"

At her words, Morticia pressed the vibrator roughly along Larissa's clit, adding pressure to send Larissa in a daze.

Larissa moaned a long list of profanities, along with both yours and Morticia's name as she squirted against your fingers. You smirked, knowing you could still get one more out of her.

"Always making such a mess, Rissa." Morticia clicked her tongue, loving the sight of Larissa fully submitting. This was the only time Larissa was ever this submissive, and god did it turn Morticia on.

Larissa's legs shook immensely, your pace only easing up just the slightest as to not completely overstimulate her.

"Just one more, beautiful," You cooed.

The blonde's head frantically shook, moans never quieting down as her grip on your hand grew tighter. She could feel her body tighten, her legs growing stiff with each passing second.

"I- oh god—" Larissa grunted, your fingers repeatedly hitting her soft tissue.

Morticia's free hand played with Larissa's hair just as the blonde screamed your name aloud when she came once more. Your skillful fingers eased their movements, helping Larissa ride out her high.

Larissa was completely flushed, her cheeks and chest held just the slightest shade of red. You slowly removed your fingers while Morticia turned the vibrator off, leaving Larissa a shaking mess. Her legs closed, chest heaving as she came down from her high.

"You did so good for us, Rissa." Morticia gave the blonde a small kiss, "Didn't she, doll?" Her dark eyes gazed into yours, catching your attention.

"She did amazing." You agreed with Morticia, before sucking your fingers clean.

Morticia scanned both yours and Larissa's faces, the exhaustion not going unnoticed by the raven haired woman.

"While you two catch your breath, how about I get a bath started and the three of us take a nice long warm bath together, how does that sound?"

"Please," You answered Morticia while Larissa nodded her head.

Morticia stood from the bed, smirking to herself at the sight before her, Larissa completely spent and sprawled out on the bed while you laid next to her with a hand caressing Larissa's thigh.

Morticia left the two of you to catch your breath while she started in the bathroom, warm water and lavender bubbles filling the giant porcelain tub for you and Larissa to soak in. Morticia couldn't help but smile, knowing both you and Larissa would be too tired to wash yourselves, which allowed Morticia to happily take over and take care of the two people in the whole world she loved most.

[fruitylo0pz]

Five Stars (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut (with fluff), sub!Larissa, fingering, cunnilingus, degradation kink, strap-on.

A/N: After that last sad fic I needed to write something a bit brighter, and ended up bringing sub Larissa back. I wasn't sure I wanted to write about her, but she somehow found her way back in my mind. This one is quite long and with a time jump just to add some fluff towards the end. It's not my best work, but I hope you'll enjoy! I have proofread it, but there might be some mistakes as I wanted to finish it before going to bed.

Word count: ~3.5k

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Your job was in many ways repetitive, but when you started your own company focused on providing IT support to households you knew what you were getting into. You just wanted to be your own boss and have more freedom. This job was no different. She had called, telling you she had some issues with her Internet and needed someone to fix it quickly. She sounded attractive, you had noticed that right away. A posh British accent and a voice that sounded like velvet. She was the headmistress at Nevermore Academy, and you had never been there before but you were in awe of the beautiful building. When you arrived, you immediately saw that you had been completely right, only she was far more attractive than you had first imagined. 

“Thank you so much for coming at such short notice. I am so sorry for calling so late, and on a Friday night. I hope I haven’t ruined your evening. I usually have people working on this, but they don’t work this late and I have no clue about these things, but something is not working. Please, follow me.” She walked with a hip sway you could not take your eyes away from. She had a perfect hourglass figure and had legs for days, and oh boy, was she tall. 

You followed her to the IT department, and started working your magic. “It shouldn’t be a huge problem, ma’am. I think I know what the issue is, and I should be able to work through it within an hour or less.” You smiled as she looked attentively at you. You weren’t used to people watching you work, especially not actual goddesses. 

“Can I get you anything while you work?” Her voice was so caring and soft. You thought to yourself that the only thing you really wanted was her, but you couldn’t say that, of course. 

“I’m good, ma’am. But thank you so much for the offer.” You could not stop yourself from eyeing her up. She noticed, and blushed immediately. It surprised you, because you figured people must be staring at her all the time. 

You tried dismissing the thoughts you had, afraid you had made her uncomfortable. “I just have to run these diagnostics, and you should be connected to the Internet soon.” You winked and caught your eyes wandering again. 

“Do you need to be here while you do these things, or can you come back to it later? I feel bad about not offering you anything and I have tea in my office.” She sounded insisting and you agreed to go with her. Truth was, you wanted to know more about her and you also wanted to do unspeakable things with her. 

You could have sworn that you caught her eyeing you up as well, but she seemed shy and was very discreet about it. You decided to test her, and walked up to her as she was preparing the tea. You stood so close that you could feel the heat from her body, and she tried to hide a gasp when she felt you closer. 

You let your hand gently slide down her back, and she twitched. That was definitely a good sign. “Larissa, to be perfectly honest there is something I’d much rather do while waiting.” Her breathing was heavier now. Her entire demeanour changed and it was as if she was melting before you. 

“W-what is that, Y/N?” She turned around, looking confused but with a stare filled with a desire she was trying to mask. 

“I want to hear what your sweet voice sounds like when it’s screaming and moaning my name, Larissa.” You looked at her with a grin and raised your eyebrow. 

She blushed and looked away. “I want that, Y/N. But I’m afraid I don’t have that much experience, and I wouldn’t know what to do.” She was clearly ashamed and bothered by her confession.

You reached up and cupped her chin. “Just be a good girl and follow my lead. I’ll do the work, and you just do as I say, pretty princess. Can you be a good girl for me?” You reached to the back of her head and pulled her closer before kissing her. She let out a sigh, almost as if she had been awaiting it. 

“Yes, I’ll be a good girl for you, Y/N.” Her eyes followed you as you grabbed her hand and led her over to the sofa. 

“Can you start off by stripping for me, Larissa? I’m dying to see those curves without clothes.” You sat down as she stood before you. She started stripping down, but you could tell that it wasn’t anything she was used to. She seemed embarrassed, but the look on your face convinced her that you really liked what you were seeing. She looked even more breathtaking. 

“You’re beautiful, Larissa. Absolutely beautiful. Now, sit on the sofa for me.” You got up, and led her over to the sofa, gently pushing her down on it. 

You sat next to her, letting your hand wander up her thigh. It made her spread her legs as an automatic response, letting you know she liked it. You leaned forward to kiss her neck and she let out a low moan. “Good girl. I want to hear you, Larissa.” Your hand wandered up her waist and found her breast. You pinched her nipple between your fingers and she hissed. Your lips slid down her chest and replaced your fingers as you sucked, licked and bit her nipple and your fingers found the other one.

“I need more, Y/N. Please give me more.” Larissa’s voice was needy and desperate, and you loved it. This stately, stern woman was already a mess for you. 

“Aren’t you a desperate little slut for me, hm? Desperate for me to use you like my own personal toy?” You grabbed her chin and bit her neck, making her moan out loud. 

“Y-yes, Y/N. I am your desperate little slut. Please use me. Please do whatever you want with me.” Her legs spread more and more, and you noticed that her thighs were glistening. 

You got down on your knees between her legs and grabbed her thighs so you could pull her closer to the edge of the seat. “Oh, you are soaked for me, aren’t you? Your cunt is so ready for me.” You let your fingers slide up her slit, and she gasped. 

“P-please, oh… Y/N… I need you, please. I am ready.” She could barely speak, and you hadn’t even really touched her. You smiled to yourself as you slowly let two fingers slide in, making sure that she felt comfortable and got used to you. Her back arched in response, and you picked up the pace a bit.

She moaned and grabbed the edge of the seat as you started fucking her harder. You felt her walls clenching around your fingers and her breathing became more and more uncontrollable. You curled your fingers to reach her magic spot and she screamed out loud, making you smile. Suddenly, she came while screaming your name, sending a wave of her arousal down your hand. You let her ride it out as you slowly pulled out your fingers.

“Be a good girl and clean them up for me, will you?” You put your fingers to your lips, and she hesitated but opened her mouth. Half an hour ago she was an innocent and pure lady, and now she was sucking your fingers clean, tasting herself. The sight was intoxicating. 

You pulled your fingers from her mouth and sank down on your knees again. She looked confused, but you just smiled and kissed your way up her thighs. She spread her legs again and hissed when you reached her clit. Your tongue flicked it just to see her reaction. She bucked her hips towards you. She desperately wanted more. You pulled her closer as your tongue started circling her clit and she started whimpering. 

“Such a horny whore for me, pretty princess. You taste so good.” The words made her moan louder and she very obviously liked it when you called her names. 

You looked up at her while your tongue worked tirelessly to massage her sensitive bud and she gasped as your eyes met. You knew she was close, probably better than she knew as her first orgasm seemed to have taken her by surprise. 

You grabbed her thighs harder and her breathing let you know that the pace your tongue was keeping was about to send her over the edge. She once again screamed your name followed by a row of exhausted whimpers and gasps. You smiled as you sat up and wiped your chin. She was still trembling as she was trying to catch her breath. You found a blanket and wrapped around her so she wouldn’t feel so exposed as you got up and kissed her. 

She blushed and gave you a shy smile while looking down on the floor. “Thank you, Y/N. I have never felt anything like this before. In fact, I have… I have only ever done anything like that with one other person and it never went as far as this. And it was not anything like this, not at all. You are extremely skilled.” Again, her confession made her feel ashamed. She turned away and hid her face with her hand. She wasn’t used to dirty talk or sexual interactions. 

You gently stroked her cheek. You felt both flattered and extremely shocked. How on earth were you her first? You figured you weren’t really in a place to ask her, and you just smiled to make her feel more at ease about her confession. “Larissa, I am so happy you felt safe enough to let me worship you. You did extremely well. Now… As much as I would love to have more of you, I think I should probably continue my work. Otherwise, I’m afraid I’ll get a bad review for not actually fixing your connection.”

Larissa laughed and looked at you with a huge smile on her face. “You might not have fixed what you came here for, but I would certainly give you five stars for the other services you provided.” She blushed, but didn’t hide her face like she would have a few minutes ago. She seemed comfortable with you. She got dressed and walked you back to the IT department. 

You finished your job and packed up your gear. “Well, my job here is done and I must say… I have never once ended up feeling this excited about a job.” You winked and reached up to kiss her. 

“Y/N, may I please take you out to dinner tomorrow? Only if you don’t have other plans, of course. I’m not expecting anything from you, but I would like to get to know you better and pay you back.” She got a concerned look on her face, almost disappointed. It seemed as if she felt like she had asked for far too much.

You grabbed her hand and kissed it. “I would love to have dinner with you, Larissa. You really don’t have to pay me back, but I really want to get to know you better too. You’re a beautiful goddess. I just had to tell you that, because I am still stunned by you.” She blushed again, and it appeared to you that she wasn’t used to compliments. This both annoyed you and shocked you, because she deserved better than what she had ever gotten. You didn’t even really know her, but you could tell that much from her reactions whenever you complimented her. 

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This one dinner led to many, and you both loved each other's company and you could talk about anything with her. After two months she had asked you over for dinner but this time she wanted to cook for you. You had bought a bouquet of flowers for her, a mix of pink and purple pastels. You really had no clue about flowers, but you had asked in the shop and they recommended that one and they looked like something she would like.

She was waiting outside when you arrived, and she was wearing a gorgeous cream white dress and she looked ravishing as she always did. You gave her the bouquet of flowers and she let out an excited gasp. “Thank you so much, darling. They’re absolutely beautiful!” She tenderly smelled the flowers before looking at you with a secretive grin. “I have a surprise for you later, Y/N.” She leaned down to kiss you, and you were surprised at her confidence, but it was a positive surprise. It assured you that she really was feeling more comfortable and at ease with you.

“What kind of surprise, Larissa?” You tilted your head while raising an eyebrow and looked at her with a curious look on your face.

“That’s going to be a surprise for now. I’ve already said more than enough. Now, let’s go while the food is still warm.” She grabbed your hand and led you back to her quarters. 

She had made pasta, and it smelled delicious. Before this, you had only been out for dinner because she was usually far too busy to have time for cooking, so this made you feel quite special. The table was set with live candles and she found a vase for the flowers. “Thank you so much once again, Y/N. You are truly charming.” She admired them and gently stroked your hand. 

After dinner, you helped her clean up and you ended up talking and laughing in the kitchen, and you loved these silly moments with her. You knew her job was tiring and made her exhausted, so you truly enjoyed it when she could let her guard down and just relax.

She looked at you with a sly grin before grabbing your hand. “I’m afraid I didn’t make dessert, but I can give you your surprise now instead.” She bit her lip as she led you to her bedroom. She pushed you down on her bed before she slowly backed away, and started stripping down. Her movements were slow and sensual, leaving you absolutely mesmerised. She knew that you liked her and found her attractive, and this seemed to fuel her confidence. She revealed a matching lingerie set, dark red and black, possibly one of the best surprises you had ever seen. Your mouth was watering and you were so hungry for her.

“It might not be a lot, but I bought it for your eyes only. It’s the first part of the surprise I have for you.” She smiled as she walked closer and kissed your cheek. 

“You look so fucking good, Larissa. You really are a true goddess, and I can’t wait to taste and touch you.” You leaned back as she walked over to her drawer. She stood there for a little while before turning around. She was holding a strap-on and she blushed before walking towards you.

“I bought this too, and I was hoping… I was hoping you would use it on me.” The fact that she had gone and bought it purely because of you sent a warm wave through your body. She trusted you so much and you knew how difficult that usually was for her. 

“Oh, I'll fuck you so good, Larissa.” You took it from her hand and set it aside before taking her hand and guiding her so she ended up straddling your lap. She wrapped her arms around your neck and kissed you. Your tongues swirled and twirled around one another before your lips started wandering down towards her neck. Your hands grabbed her ass and she threw her head back while you left marks on her neck. 

You pushed her down on the bed before your hand reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Your mouth immediately found her nipple and you playfully bit it while your hand wandered down her body. She spread her legs and you smiled to yourself. Once reaching her panties you could feel how damp they were already. 

“Tell me what you want, princess. I want to hear what you want me to do.” You kissed her neck and she whimpered while your hands skilfully pulled down her panties and you started circling her clit with slow and teasing movements.

“I w-want… Oh… Y/N…I want you to fuck me and show me whose dirty little whore I am.” She moaned and took you by surprise, but fuck. You loved hearing her utter those words. 

“Such a good girl for telling me what you want. Get on your knees for me, princess.” You got up to put on the harness as she willfully got on her knees and spread her legs. Her cunt was so soaked you could see the arousal practically running down her inner thighs.

After you had attached the harness, you got on your knees behind her and teased her with the tip, rubbing it on her clit. “Are you ready for me, princess? If it’s too much, say stop and I will stop immediately.” You rubbed her gorgeous ass and leaned forward to kiss her back. 

“I’m ready, Y/N. Please fuck me.” She was already whimpering, and those words were all you needed. You slowly let the strap slide in, letting her adjust to it and making sure she wouldn’t feel overwhelmed. You could feel her clenching as you slowly thrusted in and out.

You started pumping harder when you realised she had adjusted and gotten used to the size, and she was moaning uncontrollably. You grabbed her hips and kept a steady pace, until she started moving her hips to meet you in the thrusts. “Please fuck me harder, Y/N. Please use me. Stretch me out.” Her confidence was growing more and more and you spanked her before thrusting deeper, making her scream and whimper. 

You could tell she was getting close as she started gasping for air and her legs were trembling. “Cum for me, princess. Cum hard for me.” You spanked her and one last, deep thrust was all she needed to tip over the edge in an exploding orgasm, making her throw her head back as she screamed your name. She slowly collapsed on the bed while you let her ride it out and gently pulled out the strap.

You kissed her back before removing the harness and left for the bathroom to get a washcloth. You cleaned her up gently, as she was trying to gain back enough strength to move. “Stay still, princess. I’ll clean you up and then I’ll tuck us in. Here, drink some. You’re exhausted.” You chuckled and handed her a bottle of water.

After cleaning her up she managed to pull herself up to her pillow and you crawled into bed with her. She wrapped her arm around you, and you comfortably crawled closer. You enjoyed these moments, and even though you were the more dominant one you found an immense safety in her arms.

She stroked your cheek and kissed you gently. “Y/N? I need to ask you something.” You immediately felt nervous and she must have caught the change in your breathing. “No, it’s nothing like that, darling! Don’t worry.” She pulled you closer to calm you down.

“What is it, princess?” You pulled away just enough to see her face.

“You might think it’s too soon, and you might not want this at all. And I’m sorry if I have misread everything, but I hope I haven’t. But I am very fond of you, and I am very fond of the time we spend together and all the fun we have. And I truly hope you feel the same way. Would you like to be my girlfriend?” Her voice was more gentle than usual, as if she wanted to assure you that she meant every word she said from the bottom of her heart.

A huge smile immediately formed on your face. You never thought she would ask. “Larissa, there is nothing I want more. I wanted to ask you, but I wasn’t sure how you felt and I didn’t want to pressure you. At least one of us had the guts to take the plunge!” You chuckled before kissing her, tears of happiness streaming down your cheeks. 

“Y/N, my girlfriend. Nothing feels more right than this. You have made me the happiest person in this moment, and I will treasure it forever, like I will treasure you forever. You are so beautiful, and I will make sure you always know that.” She kissed you and pulled you closer. You knew she meant it, and you never thought you could feel this way about another person. It wasn’t the easiest for you to trust people or let anyone in, but she made you feel like you were the most important person in the world to her, and that was all that mattered to you. That night, you fell asleep feeling more content than you had felt in probably forever in the arms of your girlfriend, Larissa Weems.

[nightingalespen]

Felt the urge to describe how I look using my favorite fictional characters based on what my friends have told me so here we go…

Note: this was lowkey fun to do

Anyway!!

• My face shape is similar to Kathryn Hahn…people tell me I remind them of a mixture of Agatha Harkness or Alcina Dimitrescu

• My height and curves remind me and other people of Larissa Weems apparently (I’m like 6 foot and an hourglass shape 😼)

• My eyes are blue…kind of like Brienne of Tarth

• However, my personality reminds people of Morticia Addams!!

• My hair color (black) also reminds people of Morticia but the length gives first season of Law and Order SVU Olivia Benson ;)

• My skin is also very pale so that also reminds ppl of Larissa Weems too

• I have a bunch of piercings but my friends couldn’t name a characters with any…if you know any, name some in the comments for me PLEASE LMAO

• most importantly…I’m a canon gay (*wink wink cough cough like Larissa and Alcina…)

[insomniac-jay]

DC OC | Body Types

Billie: Short (5'4"), fat, and very strong. Built like a tank and hits like a truck. Billie looks like she plays (American) football

Jahzara: 5'8", slender athletic body and strong legs, runs fast as hell and kicks like so too

Vicia: 5'5", toned hourglass figure and strong arms, also very fast and agile from her gang days and short lived ice skating.

Greynasha: 5'6 1/2", second most slender of my OCs, rectangular figure, hip dips, bullet scars on her side from getting shot

Sophia: 6'4", muscular as fuck, inverted triangle body type, tattoos on her hips, no scars bc superhuman invincibility, thick thighs and a fat ass

Marietta: 5'3", toned, pear shaped body, decent amount of upper body strength

Venus: 5'7", inverted triangle shape, thick thighs, slightly chubby

Daliah: 5'5", gymnast build, strong legs, especially agile on ice

Diandra: 6'0", fat, circle body type, not much of a fighter

Flordelis: 6'5", fat, soft, apple body shape

Sasha: 6'0", triangle, most strength on arms because of her water powers, scar running down her side all the way to her thigh from an assassination attempt by her uncle

Elyon: 6'1", fat, grows taller in her Demon form

Lilith: 6'4", fat, long legs, stretch marks

Brittney: 5'6", mix of triangle and diamond, becomes taller and more muscled in the future because she's an Amazon

Mona Lisa: 5'10", hourglass figure, wide hips post childbirth

Larissa: 5'3", pear shape, baby fat on thighs, wide hips

Tiana: 5'5", diamond body shape, in between skinny and fat

Traci: 6'0", muscular arms from playing basketball,

Solana: 5'2", round, grows taller in the future, body is always warm

Yaretzi: 5'9", athletic, toned arms from volleyball, good at keeping her balance

Emily: 5'11", rectangle, toned legs from roller derby

Mel: 5'11" 1/2, very slender like a ballerina, long legs, decent amount of strength for self defense

Daisy: 5'5", round, stretch marks

Will: 5'0", inverted triangle, always smells good, small chest

Sherri: 5'7", round and burly, muscular arms and legs, strong back

Bahira: 5'9 1/2", large and wide hips, mix of inverted triangle and pear, round shoulders

Uriel: 6'8", broad shoulders, muscular back

Lourdes: 6'6", absolute unit of a woman, fat, strong as all hell

Makayla: 6'5", pretty much the same body as Sophia, no visible abs, always warm

Roxy: 5'11", fairly muscular, several tattoos all over her body

Irina: 5'2", round, stronger than expected, no curves

Christine/Belle: 5'0", short legs, soft body type, big tiddies, stretch marks,

Minka: 5'10", mix of fat and gymnast type of build, scars on her lip and eyebrow from fighting her dad, more scars throughout her body

Jezebel: 6'9", round and strong, hourglass, no muscles on arms, thick thighs

@floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @punkeropercyjackson @mayameanderings @peachyblkdemonslayer

[pescadodepatio]

Buscando sentimientos reales -Una entrevista que apela al corazón con Larissa Iceglass, una mitad de los neo románticos Lebanon Hanover | por Paulius Ilius, secretthirteen.org, 2013

Una vez hubieron dos almas poéticas vagando por Europa. Eventualmente se conocieron y pusieron su anhelo por el amor verdadero y emociones sinceras en el sonido. Entonces empezó Lebanon Hanover -Una respuesta fría como el hielo al mundo alienante, de parte de dos cálidos corazones-. El dúo de Larissa Hourglass y William Maybelline parece ser realmente parte del romanticismo moderno -Admirando a William Wordsworth, fascinados por la belleza de la estética Art Nouveau, explorando costas y bosques británicos por las noches e inspirados por el urbanismo de Berlín-. Expresaron estas sensaciones únicas en Why Not Just Be Solo y The World Is Getting Colder, lanzados por Fabrika Records. Su sonido comparte sensibilidades con la fragilidad y elegancia del coldwave francés, sutiles elementos del rock gótico y la estética del minimal wave. La perfecta combinación para expresar la poesía de la imparcialidad, espera, amor y melancolía.

  En esta entrevista exclusiva Larissa nos deja ojear un poco al muy personal, pero geográficamente vasto mundo de Lebanon Hanover, que se extiende desde Suiza, Berlín y las zonas rurales de Alemania a las costas de Inglaterra del norte y Escocia.

  Son de lugares bastantes diferentes -Berlín e Inglaterra-. ¿Cómo es que estas ciudades influencian su arte? ¿Cómo les afecta a ustedes este dualismo geográfico?

  Los dos nacimos en lugares que no nos gustan particularmente. Yo soy de Suiza, en realidad. La diferencia cultural es bastante grande entre la esteril Suiza y el apurado, algo primitivo estilo de vida del norte de Inglaterra. Realmente le da forma a nuestra música el que estemos constantemente buscando un lugar cómodo, excitante y creativo. En realidad todavía no encontramos un hogar. Berlín fue inspirador pero después de tres años, demasiado monótono y frío. Ahora estamos teniendo una probada del área rural alemana y estamos bastante contentos ahí.

  Lebanon Hanover es un dúo. Sin embargo, podemos ver la diferencia de ánimo y estilo entre las canciones cantadas por cada uno de ustedes. ¿Cómo se toman el proyecto?

  Creo que somos dos elementos musicales muy distintos. Esta fue nuestra gran fascinación el uno con el otro desde el inicio y nunca fue difícil trabajar juntos. Algo así como una química instantánea. Adoro las líneas de bajo de William, sus ritmos y estructuras; y a él le gusta mi caótica, escalofriante, de timbre extraño voz; mis letras y guitarra. No hay un concepto ni nada por el estilo. Todo lo que queremos es sonar nostálgicos y poco producidos, porque nos irrita el sonido digital e inorgánico que escuchamos todos los días. Ya que pensamos tan similarmente, casi no hay compromiso, solo criticismo, el cual es bueno y ayuda al producto final. A veces trabajamos dos meses con una canción, hasta que los dos estamos totalmente a gusto con ella.

  Su música es bastante fría, introvertida, suena como una respuesta a un mundo alienante al que le falta amor y emociones reales. ¿Cómo ven al mundo moderno? ¿Qué clase de mensaje, sentimiento, tratan de transmitir?

  Son tiempos difíciles para los románticos. El mundo quiere que sobrevivamos solos, hagamos todo por nuestra cuenta y tratemos a la gente como si no la necesitáramos. Encontramos esto terriblemente triste, pues tenemos un gran anhelo por los lazos y amistades verdaderas. Pienso que la gente en general se volvió demasiado vaga como para siquiera reaccionar a la separación que tiene lugar hoy en día. El internet y los teléfonos inteligentes nos volvieron todavía más sedentarios y las verdaderas pasiones de la vida, arte, naturaleza, literatura y el amor simplemente ya no existen. El amor verdadero es algo que realmente esperamos que sobreviva, pero solo puede hacerlo cuando la gente se vuelve más individualista y autodeterminada. Los individuos son los que constituyen a la sociedad y creo que cada uno de nosotros puede hacer el cambio.

  ¿Qué rol juega Lebanon Hanover en tu vida? ¿Lo ves como autoexpresión, necesidad, placer, sublimación, entretenimiento, etc?

  El momento de crear una canción. Vivo absolutamente para el momento en el que tomás el micrófono, te conectás con el subconsciente, te sacrificás a vos mismo ante tus melodías internas y ponés todo el corazón en una pista. La música es, para mí, la forma más honesta de arte y por lo tanto Lebanon Hanover es el centro de las vidas de ambos. No es solo un proyecto secundario o algo, es nuestra vocación y podríamos morir por ella. Lo hacemos solo por nosotros mismos. Entretener no fue lo más importante en un inicio, pero debo decir que el estar cara a cara con una audiencia y llenar el silencio de una habitación con tus propias palabras y sonido es muy conmovedor y una experiencia excitante siempre.

  ¿De dónde sacás la mayor parte de la inspiración estética? ¿Es de algún lugar, un tipo específico de música, otras formas de arte?

  Estéticamente nos atrae el arte romántico / art nouveau de los periodos 20 y 80 del último siglo. Fotos viejas, enmarcadas en blanco y negro, películas, ropa. Amamos el estilo andrógino y recatado. Vestidos por la melancolía. 

  Creo que es importante que nuestra imagen refleje la depresión del siglo 21 por la que todos estamos pasando. Nuestra forma artística favorita es la literatura. Soy demasiado sensible para las películas. Demasiados efectos y la brutalidad sexual me asustan, así que pasamos nuestro tiempo libre mayormente leyendo e imaginando a los mundos convertirse en imágenes. Un poco tirando nombres de cosas que estamos leyendo por el momento: Oscar Wilde, Thomas Bernhard, Alice Schwarzer, William Wordsworth. Por supuesto la música también es inspiradora: si una banda es profunda y honestamente me gusta, como por ejemplo Malaria, Kraftwerk, DAF y los Smiths, puedo ser muy dada a ella, pero no estoy escuchando mucha música por el momento.

  Hasta donde sabemos ustedes viven en Sutherland, Inglaterra. ¿Por qué se mudaron ahí?

  En realidad es un lugar trágico. Nos mudamos allá más que nada porque podríamos vivir gratis en lo de los padres de William y seríamos capaces de escribir música y explorar los bosques y el mar por la noche. Fue desalentador cuando nos recluimos completamente y aislamos de la gente hermosa con la que nos hubiese gustado estar. Nos fuimos allá solo por el bien de nuestro arte. Ante todo fue un tiempo realmente productivo y pudimos escribir música y letras todos los días, que es lo que cuenta al final si es todo por lo que vivís. Pero estoy muy agradecida de que finalmente nos hayamos escapado a Alemania.

  Tu remera dice “Lose your digital life” (Pierde tu vida digital). ¿Podrías elaborar?

  “Lose your digital life” es una línea de una canción nueva de Lebanon Hanover. Es un ánimo, una orden de una nostálgica sin esperanza para que la gente se una en la vida real, aunque yo también soy, tristemente, demasiado dependiente del internet y me es imposible perderlo. El internet es muy informativo y una herramienta espectacular para aprender, pero la mayoría lo usa cruelmente o para distraerse. Temo por el futuro y no estoy segura de que realmente conecte a los humanos, porque después de todo no estamos “juntos” si todos están metidos en su celular en medio de una fiesta. Supongo que no hay suficientes mentes críticas.

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reading list: end of summer 2018

An incomplete list of some of the many, many things that inspired me over the course of the spring and summer.

Stuff I Read on the Interwebs

Essays/CNF

Abject Permanence, by Larissa Pham

An Hourglass Figure: On Photographer Francesca Woodman, by Ariana Reines

Corpse Logic, by Emma Hyche

Every Day, Another Language Dies, by Heather Altfeld

Hank Williams Is Sacred, by Alex DiFrancesco

How Do We Write Now, by Patricia Lockwood

Letter of Recommendation: Dead Malls, by Kate Folk

The Patronizing Questions We Ask Women Who Write, by Meaghan O’Connell

Picturing America, by Greil Marcus

Portrait of the Artist As a Young Corpse, by Heather O’Neill

Sick Woman Theory, by Johanna Hedva

Under the Influence, by Michelle Lyn King

Why Writing Matters In the Age of Despair, by Lyz Lenz

You have eternity to be dead so just wait, by Luke O’Neil

Fiction/Drama

The Burned House, by Lynda E. Rucker

Fentanyl, by Bud Smith

Thorn and Kiss, by Jen Rouse

Poetry

I read so much poetry online that it would be impossible to even scratch the surface here. So I’m just gonna suggest you go check out the Summer 2018 Micro-Chap Series from Ghost City Press. If you want more of my poetry recommendations, follow me on Twitter @ rustbeltjessie.

Writing Resources

Two things that have helped me get past stuck places in my own writing this summer are Emilia Phillips’ blog and Caits Meissner’s (free to download!) workbook, Reaching.

Books, Chapbooks, and Zines I Read

Poetry

Allegiance, by Francine J. Harris

Apocalyptic Swing, by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

The Book of Nightmares, by Galway Kinnell

Citizen, by Claudia Rankine

Coeur de Lion, by Ariana Reines

The Fall of America, by Allen Ginsberg

Housewifery, by Carly-Anne Ravnikar

Saudade, by Traci Brimhall

Self-Portrait As Wikipedia Entry, by Dean Rader

SkateFate, by Juan Felipe Herrera

Tanka & Me, by Kaethe Schwehn

Trickster Feminism, by Anne Waldman

Virgin, by Analicia Sotelo

Witch Wife, by Kiki Petrosino

Non-Fiction

Betwixt and Between: Some Essays on the Writing Life, by Jenny Boully

By Herself: Women Reclaim Poetry, edited by Molly McQuade

Dead Girls, by Alice Bolin

Don’t Piss Down My Back and Tell Me It’s Raining, by Julia Eff

Fixer Eraser #s2-5, by Jonas

The Grand Permission: New Writings On Poetics and Motherhood, edited by Patricia Dienstfrey and Brenda Hillman

Letter to a Future Lover, by Ander Monson

Fiction

Awayland, by Ramona Ausubel

The Vanishing Princess, by Jenny Diski

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you are my sunshine

Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader

Chapter Sixteen

You mumbled groggily when you felt something against your forehead, still half asleep from the long night. Brows knitted in confusion when you felt the same touch against your cheek this time. And again, on the opposite cheek. Eyes slowly blinked open, at first blurry, until you blinked it all away to reveal Larissa smiling warmly at you. Her head was leaning in her hand as she laid on her side cuddled up next to you.

"Good morning, sunshine." She brought her lips to meet with yours in a sweet kiss. Larissa hadn't been up too long, but just long enough to admire your sleeping figure that looked as beautiful as ever, and slowly wake you up with kisses along your face.

"Good morning, Larissa." You whispered sleepily against her lips.

"We need to get up," Larissa stated, cupping your cheek, and caressing your skin gently with her thumb.

Your lips curved into a small pout, not wanting to leave the comfort of not only your bed, but Larissa's arms as well. You couldn't remember the last time you slept this good. Part of you thought it was just luck, but the romantic side in you thought it was all thanks to Larissa. She had kept you in her warm embrace all throughout the night, refusing to let go of your smaller figure.

"I know, I don't want to either, but I've already heard your alarm go off on five separate occasions. I don't think I have it in me to hear it again." Larissa said lightheartedly, earning a slight chuckle from you.

"It is annoying, isn't it?"

"Very," Larissa chuckled back, sliding herself from your side to sit up.

Your eyes followed her movements, wandering across the plethora of muscles along her bare back that flexed and relaxed with each movement she made. When she stood, your gaze couldn't help but flick even lower. You admired Larissa's hourglass figure from behind, eyes darting over every inch of her skin, including the curvaceous ass Larissa had just slipped her thong over.

"Y'know if you finished your painting, you would be able to stare at me a whole lot more." Larissa peaked over her shoulder at you with a playful smirk.

"Yeah, but you in the flesh are way more fun to look at than any painting," You reiterate, dragging yourself out of bed to get a fresh pair of clothes on. "Besides, even if I did finish it, what are the odds that you would've stayed the night with me?"

"Oh, darling. . ." Larissa couldn't help but chuckle, "I would've been in that bed no matter what we were doing." She winked, filling your cheeks up with heat and appearing as a slight shade of crimson.

Larissa finishes getting dressed just before you, wrapping her robe around herself, and runs her fingers through her messy curls in attempts to tame the frizz.

"So, what are the plans for today?" You asked, wanting to avoid any further blushing onto your cheeks.

"I was thinking," She turns her focus over towards you, "We could go shopping."

"Shopping?"

"Mhm."

"For what exactly?"

"The Rave'n. Remember, it's this weekend?"

"Oh, right– that completely slipped my mind. I don't have a dress."

Larissa shakes her head with a throaty laugh, walking up to you and helping you button your blouse. "I figured as much, and I don't either. We can go together." She smiled warmly.

"We should bring Wednesday with us, you and I both know she doesn't own any white."

"That's fine with me," She kisses your forehead after completing your blouse. "Now finish getting ready, I can't go out in my robe for everyone to see. That view is saved for one person, and one person only." She licked her bottom lip with a smirk, before slipping into her heels and strutting out of your room, hips swaying more than usual at your knowing gaze on her. "I'll meet you in the cafeteria." Larissa gives you one last look over her shoulder before shutting the door behind her on her way out.

You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face as you made your way to the bathroom. Your mind raced over the events of the previous night. Even though you both had a long night, you were full of energy. The Larissa Weems actually liked you, and not just for your body. She liked the way you made her feel and the way you lit her world up by just a smile.

While you finished getting ready, Larissa was in her own room thinking the exact same thoughts as you. At first she felt embarrassed about how quickly she took a liking to you, but there was something about you that was different from any other person she had ever met. You were special.

As you finished preparing yourself for the day, you were surprised when you opened the door to see Wednesday appear on the other side, as if she was about to knock.

"We need to talk," Your pigtailed sister stated.

"About how you are constantly getting yourself into trouble? Now that's an interesting topic."

"As much as I'd love to hear that, it's not why I'm here. I need a ride to Jericho."

Getting Wednesday into town was about to be a whole lot easier than you expected.

"For?"

"Can't say."

"Can't or won't, Wednesday?"

"Both."

You sighed heavily, crossing your arms at the younger girl with a stern face.

"You'll know soon." She changed her answer when she saw that you weren't going to budge with her previous statement.

You thought for a moment, tempted to say no to her, but you knew she would just find her own way into town without you knowing.

"Fine, but I'm holding you to that. And no wandering, Larissa will be joining us as well."

"Leave her here," She looked up at you with a serious face.

"Either she goes or you don't."

"Fine. But don't expect me to talk to her."

And with that, Wednesday turned on her heel and walked away.

"We leave after breakfast, Wednesday!" You called out after her.

You shook your head when she refused to acknowledge you, turning the opposite direction to meet with Larissa down in the cafeteria like she had wanted. Larissa, to your surprise, was there before you. She wore her hair in her usual updo that always framed her face in the most perfect way, an eggshell colored fitted pantsuit sat across her body, that accentuated her curves perfectly from the back, leaving no room for imagination.

Both you and Larissa were eager to leave the school to go shopping, making breakfast a quick pit spot before you went to grab Wednesday on your way out. You couldn't help but notice that Marilyn never showed up for breakfast, something she always did daily and took her usual seat to your left. But today, it sat empty with Marilyn nowhere in sight. All you could do was shrug it off. After all, you did have a long day ahead of you and you needed to focus.

As soon as the three of you arrived in Jericho, it didn't take long for Wednesday to want to go on her own, causing a pit of worry in your stomach, but nonetheless let her go do her own thing. Larissa made it clear to the younger girl that she didn't want her getting into any trouble while she was there, earning an eye roll from Wednesday that she changed into a nod when you raised your brows at your sister.

"I don't know how you do it," Larissa stated, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Do what?"

"Get her to listen."

You looked at the blonde in amusement before turning your focus back on Wednesday who had stopped in front of a store to gaze at a dress that stood out on display.

"We just have a mutual understanding of each other. You'll get there." You nudged her shoulder with your own, earning a small scoff from the blonde as you took note of the way Wednesday had stood longer than you expected at the black dress that fit her dark and mysterious aesthetic perfectly.

"But enough about that," Larissa took a deep breath, refocusing herself. "I have the most perfect place in mind. Come." The blonde leads the way to a small chic boutique tucked into a corner of town you haven't seen before. As you stood at the entrance, eyeing the plethora of clothing that stood before you, already feeling overwhelmed by the numerous choices you were about to have to make.

"This way, darling." You follow Larissa towards a specific section at the back of the store that holds multiple light colored dresses along the back wall, perfect for the color scheme of the dance. "This is where the fun begins!" Larissa smiled, eyes lighting up at the idea of buying new clothing.

You chuckle at her enthusiasm, eyes darting from dress to dress, carefully picking out a select number of pieces that caught your eye. Your arms were full of dresses by the time you went fully down the line, careful not to drop any as you made your way to the fitting room.

Larissa had an armful of her own, meticulously picking out dresses that fit her body type perfectly. The two of you took your time, each trying on every item you brought in with you. You knew Larissa had found the one she wanted when you heard a small gasp and her whispering to herself how perfect it was. You, on the other hand, struggled to find one you liked.

There was always something off about each dress you chose, the perfectionist in you coming out as you examined each dress. Sure they all looked nice on you, but nice wasn't good enough. You needed great. And that's when the last dress rendered you speechless. It was a cream colored floor length silk dress with spaghetti straps, the perfect neckline that showed just the right amount of cleavage, a slit up to your thigh, and tied in the back like a corset, helping accentuate an hourglass figure at its tightness. You couldn't help but smile at yourself in the mirror, the feeling of finding the perfect dress getting you all giddy with excitement for the dance.

After putting your clothes back on, and putting each dress back, you had to hold your dress behind your back as you found Larissa waiting for you at the front of the store. You wanted it to be a surprise for the dance, not wanting her to see what you were going to wear just yet, Larissa sighing with a small pout when you told her she had to wait. And to your dismay, paid for both dresses to get back at you.

"We should find Wednesday." She stated, after the two of you had tucked your shopping bags in the trunk of Larissa's car.

"There's something I want to do first. How about you grab three hot chocolates from the Weathervane while I run my little errand and then we'll go find Wednesday together."

Larissa gave you a skeptical look, curiosity piqued her interest at your idea to split up, but agreed and made her way out of your view while you ran to the store you caught Wednesday staring at. You took it upon yourself to buy the long black dress she found herself attracted to, thinking it would be perfect for her for the dance, even if it wasn't part of the color scheme.

You didn't think she was even going to go, as large crowds always had Wednesday veering the other way, but part of you was hopeful that maybe Enid could be the one to talk her into it.

You paid for the small gown, met with Larissa, found Wednesday, and all sat quietly in the car drinking your hot chocolates while the three of you drove back to Nevermore, each thinking about how the weekend was about to play out.

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you are my sunshine

Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader

Chapter Twelve

You woke up with a smile on your face, nervousness and excitement coursing through your veins at today's event. Even after all the time you've spent with Larissa, there was something about today that just felt. . . special.

Your morning routine went as it always did, shower, get ready, eat, talk with Marilyn, etc. . . It went by slowly, and as the time went by, your nervousness only rose as the time ticked closer and closer to your lunch rendezvous with Larissa.

As you were in your room doing a bit of organizing, you realized you've been too busy to even touch your art set. Your lips tucked into a small frown at the thought. You had brought all of your supplies with you yet they have been doing nothing but collecting dust, and you took a mental note to take some time out of one of your upcoming days to start a fresh painting.

A few gentle knocks on the door brings your attention over to the dark wood. You grab your purse and swing it over your shoulder, along with one last lookover in the mirror to make sure you look okay, you let out a shaky breath and deeply inhale, attempting to calm your nerves as you turn the handle and open the door.

Larissa stood with her bright red lips formed into a large smile on the other side of the door, and a hand sat gently against her hip. You immediately scanned her from head to toe, eyes drawn to the tight dress perfectly hugging her curves, accentuating her hourglass figure. The more you looked, the more you were compelled to admire her curvature, but you were the most caught off guard by the cut of her dress, as the neckline was just deep enough to give you the smallest glimpse of her cleavage.

"My eyes are up here, love." You woke up with a smile on your face, nervousness and excitement coursing through your veins at today's event.

"Sorry. . ." You shyly brought your eyes to meet with her piercing blue ones, unable to hide the blush that crept along your cheeks.

"There's no need for apologies, Y/N. It's natural to be a bit. . . curious." Larissa turns her focus to do a quick scan of your own body, although with how much taller she was than you, she had a better view of your cleavage than you did hers, and she couldn't help the smirk that appeared along her face. "See. Natural."

You softly bit your lip as she leaned slightly over you to shut the door behind your back.

"So, where are we going?" You questioned Larissa.

"It's a surprise."

"What kind of surprise?"

"The kind you'll like. I'm not revealing a thing, and you can try all you want to get it out of me, but you won't succeed." Larissa stated, leading the two of you down the narrow hallway and out of the school. Your eyes squinted as you adjusted to the brightness of the sun as the two of you walked side by side to her car.

She gently swatted your hand away from the door handle so she could open it for you with a small smile, one in which you gave back to her in return for her pleasantries.

Larissa hastily made her way around the car to take a seat behind the wheel, starting the car, and extending her arm just behind the headrest of your seat to watch behind her as she backed her way out of the long entryway.

The radio played a soft melody as Larissa drove carefully from the school grounds and onto the concrete road leading towards the familiar small town of Jericho.

"Do I even get any sort of hint at what you have planned for us?" You broke the silence, your impatience was growing out of pure curiosity.

"It involves the two of us."

"And?--" You peer over at the blonde with your best pleading face.

Larissa cracked a small smile at your pleas and determination to get an answer out of her. She partly admired your sense of persistence. Usually that kind of energy would annoy her from anyone, but from you she found it absolutely adorable. You had the kind of look on your face that made it impossible for her to want to say no.

"And, it involves food. That is all you get."

You huff and blow stray hair away from your face.

"Fine, fine. Keep your secrets."

Not a moment later, it was as if both you and Larissa had the exact same thought when the two of you lifted a hand to turn up the music. Cold fingers grazed against her warm ones, both of you instantly apologizing to each other, and Larissa pulling her hand away and giving you the opportunity to change the volume.

As Larissa sped down the long road, she couldn't help the smile that formed across her face when she noticed you constantly tucking stray hairs out of your face from the blowing of the wind due to her opened windows.

"Here darling, take my scarf." Larissa immediately uses one hand to unravel the silk scarf covering her blonde updo and holds it out for you to take.

"Larissa, that's not necessary."

"I'm not taking no for an answer. Besides, I always come prepared and bring a backup." She gives you a small side eye, not wanting to take her eyes off the road ahead.

"But–"

"Do I need to pull over and put it on you myself? Take the scarf."

You sigh, giving into her taking her scarf, knowing if she had to, she would've wholeheartedly pulled over and did exactly what she said she would do.

Larissa smiled to herself over her small victory as she saw your movements through her peripheral vision as you wrapped her scarf around yourself exactly like she did to cover your hair.

"Light blue suits you. You should wear it more often." She admitted, after she caught a glimpse of her baby blue scarf wrapped around you.

"Thank you." A smile reappeared along your face at the small but sweet compliment.

Larissa turned the corner as she drove into Jericho, and you watched as she drove past the coffee shop, Wednesday's therapist's office, and pulled up alongside a small park with a few people taking strolls along the freshly trimmed grass.

You look over at Larissa with a slightly confused look, assuming she was taking you out to eat.

"I never specified where or what we were doing.." Larissa smirked, proud of herself. "Now come along, we must get to my favorite spot before somebody else does." Larissa turned the car off and stepped out of the car without a second glance. You followed suit after her. You stood next to Larissa when she made her way to the back of the car, and popped the trunk open to retrieve a large multicolored crochet blanket and a picnic basket that looked big enough to feed a whole family.

"We're having a picnic?!" You ask, excitement clearly visible through your higher pitched tone and facial expressions.

Larissa chuckles, small smile lines surrounding her now slightly blushed cheeks.

"Is that okay?" She asks with a softened tone.

"Of course it is, I love picnics!" Your bright smile elicited a sigh of relief for the blonde, as part of her was nervous of you not liking what she had planned.

"Good, I'll have to keep that in mind for next time." Larissa shut the trunk.

"Oh, so you just assumed I would say yes?" You ask playfully as the two of you head into the park.

"You would though, wouldn't you?" She raised a small brow.

"Well yes, but–"

"See, I know you more than you think I do." Larissa chuckled.

The park was a lot quieter than you had anticipated, the only noises coming from the faint chatter of couples walking by, birds gently chirping in the distance, and the slight breeze rustling the leaves in the trees above your head.

It all felt so peaceful.

After walking a bit deeper into the park, Larissa's smile grows wider when she notices the empty spot below a large oak tree just slightly off the rocky path just to your left. She took the first step off the path, you following closely behind, thankful that your heels weren't digging into the ground.

There was a nice green flattened out area just at the nape of the tree where Larissa stopped at.

"Will you help me with the blanket?" Larissa asked after setting the intricately woven basket on the ground at her feet.

"Sure!"

Larissa hands you part of the blanket, both of you gently unfolding it to its full length, then guiding it down to the soft ground beneath you.

Larissa was the first to kick her heels off and lower herself down onto the blanket, holding herself up on her knees. As Larissa looked up at your smaller figure, she couldn't help but admire the way the sun reflected off your eyes. The light made your orbs brighter, more breathtaking, almost luring Larissa in with just a single glance.

The heat of the sun illuminated you, giving you a gentle glow under its heated rays. You noticed Larissa's gaze lingering on you, as you took a seat onto the soft blanket, legs tucked to your side.

"What?" You softly asked, suddenly shy under her heated gaze.

"You're just so damn beautiful is all." Larissa admitted with a gentle smile.

"Thank you. . ." It was nearly impossible to hide the blush that slowly crept along your cheeks, even as you lowered your head in an attempt to hide your smile. Your actions didn't go unnoticed by the blonde as she opened the picnic basket to take out two tall glasses, along with a bottle of champagne.

She hands you one glass before she opens the bottle with quick ease. You hold your glass out for her as she carefully fills your glass half full before filling the same amount to her own glass. Larissa pops the lid back on before setting the bottle aside, picks her glass up, and raises it towards your own. You follow suit, and raise your glass to be mere inches away from hers.

"What are we toasting to?" You ask curiously.

"Let's toast to. . ." Larissa pauses to think for a moment, before bringing her bright blue eyes up to meet with your own. "Us." Her eyes softened at her own words. "And to more days like this."

"To us." You smile, with a gentle bite of your lip, and clink your glasses together. You each take a sip of the champagne, and you hum at the refreshing taste along with the coolness of the liquid along your tongue.

"Do you like it?"

"Like it? I love it! I've never tasted anything like this before. It's delicious."

"I must admit, It's one of my personal favorites."

"You have very good taste."

"Oh, I know." Larissa slightly smirks, eyes not leaving yours as she was not entirely referring to the champagne. "And if you think I have good taste now, just wait until you see what I planned for us to eat. It's simple, yet will always remain a delicacy. Take a look." She points towards the halfway opened basket.

You take another small sip of your champagne before setting it down on the blanket, careful to not knock it over while you scoot yourself closer to Larissa to open the basket more. Upon taking a peek inside, you see two glass plates and immediately take them out to reveal the food Larissa had brought.

You took each item out piece by piece, and you were loving every second of this moment. That much was obvious due to your unwavering smile. Larissa, without even knowing what kind of food you liked, had seemingly brought some of your favorites, and she was right, it was simple but it was all perfect.

She eyed your facial features, a bit nervous with how you were going to react to everything. Her eyes scanned from the sparkle in your eyes that never seemed to fade, all the way down to your quick movements at your excitement to unload everything.

She had packed each of you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich that were cut into intricate triangles, a loaf of baked bread, and a bowl of fruits cut into the shapes of daisies. The moment you laid eyes on those beautifully cut pieces of fruit, your jaw couldn't help but drop in awe.

"You did all of this yourself?"

"Yeah. . ." Larissa sheepishly nodded.

"This is brilliant!"

Her smile grew five times its usual size with your kind words.

"I honestly can't believe you took all this time out of your busy day to cut each fruit specifically into flowers just for this little lunch date." Your eyes slightly widened a moment after you realized what you said. Your expression didn't go unnoticed by Larissa, as a small smirk quickly spread across her face.

"Oh, so this is a date now?" Larissa toyed, taking another sip from her glass.

"I didn't mean–"

"But you want it to be."

Words got caught in your throat, refusing to make their way out to be heard by the blonde whose piercing blue eyes were peering at you over the rim of her glass.

"It's a date then." Larissa set her glass down to dip her hand into the wide bowl of fruit to grab a piece of watermelon and plop it into her mouth with a small hum.

You reluctantly took a piece of fruit for yourself and took a bite. The mix of flavors had coated your tongue in the most delectable way.

"So, you like the idea of this being a date?" You curiously asked.

"Oh, of course I do! I mean, it's ideal for a lunch date, but let's say we had a dinner date? It would be a bit more intimate than just sitting in the grass under a tree and eating fruit." She pops another fruit in her mouth.

"So, you want more intimacy? Like actually with me?" You tried to make your worries and slight disbelief not obvious, but you weren't doing too well.

"Of course, unless that's not what you want?" She jumped in, suddenly becoming worried as well.

That's not what you wanted her to think at all, "No, no, no! I do, I just, didn't think that's what you'd want..." You shyly tear your eyes away from her. The sandwich sitting atop your plate suddenly appears appetizing.

Her head tilted quizzically at you, unsure where you got that idea, "Is there any reason that led you to believe that? I didn't mean to give that impression." She leaned forward just the slightest bit as she awaited your answer.

You sat quiet for a moment, taking a small bite from your sandwich as you thought about your next words, wanting to make sure you spoke carefully.

"It wasn't you necessarily, I guess I just got caught up in the thoughts of any possible situation and chose to believe one of the less than positive ones." You peered back up at her sheepishly.

"Oh, my dear, there's no need to worry that pretty little head of yours." She reassured you, before giving you a warm smile. "You are like a breath of fresh air around here. I'm not letting you go anywhere." With her tone, her words could've been taken as a lighthearted joke, but Larissa was far from joking. Ever since your arrival, you piqued her interest, and there was nothing stopping her from learning all she could about you while she had the chance.

You nodded your head as if you were trying to convince yourself that she meant what she said. Larissa noticed your uncertainty and laid a gentle hand across your knee, gathering your attention back to her face.

"I mean it, really. I truly am enamored with you, and if I have to make you see that, then by all means I will. I won't let you go that easily." She spoke with full sincerity but her face had a soft, lighthearted smirk on it.

You returned her small smirk, slightly shifting to a warm smile, "Well, then I can't wait to see all the things you try." You hadn't known it, but the color of your cheeks turned a tad bit darker than usual as you went to resume your sandwich.

Larissa, not wanting to make you blush harder, just chuckled lowly to herself as she took a small bite out of her own sandwich.

Her plan, however, didn't go as planned when you failed to realize the small droplet of strawberry jam just at the corner of your lip after your last bite, and Larissa took it upon herself to lean closer towards you, and swipe the corner of your mouth with a steady thumb to wipe you clean.

"Can't take us anywhere I guess." You jokingly stated, referencing her earlier mishap when you had to wipe the corner of her mouth at the carnival.

"I guess not." Larissa chuckled louder this time, appreciating your perfectly timed comedic relief.

You spent a moment grounding yourself from her actions, the butterflies in your stomach temporarily making you forget about the meal you were currently having. Once you shook the fluster from within you, the two of you took a moment to yourselves to finish your quick meal, enjoying the peacefulness of the outdoors, and the alone time to get to know each other better without any distractions.

Neither of you couldn't help it and kept eyeing each other, hoping the other wouldn't notice but each time you went to look, your eyes would meet with hers as she couldn't seem to take her eyes off you. Larissa truly thought you were radiant and wanted to keep a mental picture of you in her head.

Little did she know, you were doing the same. Putting in as much effort and dedication to commit her to memory, the complete masterpiece of a woman sitting in front of you.

Her eyes, that were once gazing into yours, flicked down to your lips, just obvious enough for you to notice her intention.

You were both drawn to each other like magnets, bodies unconsciously leaning towards the other to have gloss meet with matted cherry colored lips. A small gasp escaped when Larissa suddenly brought your lower lip between her teeth and gave it a gentle but forceful tug.

Time seemed to freeze altogether as reality faded around you, both of you getting completely lost in the moment of being in each other's close embrace.

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