#principal-with-principles

[v3nusxsky]

So I'm asking as me as not anon only because I'm sure you know it's me from my comment, but also still want to be anon after this paragraph (if that makes sense) ❤️

I literally am obsessed with your writing, it is so freaking good I could just curl up and re read everything you've posted (and I may have done that, ngl) especially for Larissa. That woman has an absolute chokehold on me.

Is there any chance you could do a lactation/breeding/mommy/shapeshifting dick with dom Larissa and sub r, and can the r be a short masc with short hair?

You are amazing in every way and lovely beyond compare!

Breed me mommy 18+

*authors note~ wrote this with a massive headache after my first long distance drive so I apologise if it’s bad! This is for all my people who have massive crushes on Larissa Weems coupled with a huge breeding kink. On my knees for the 6 foot 3 goddess Larissa Weems*

Trigger warnings~ breeding kink, lactation kink, mommy kink, shapeshifting cock and ability to lactate, dom Larissa/ sub masc, dirty talk, oral sex, praise kink, soft dominant, thigh riding, slight choking, missionary, doggy, oral fixation, hints of emotional sub after the act

Prompt~ see ask^^^

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It was your idea to watch The Devil Wears Prada with your lover Larissa Weems. Your intent was to create a calming atmosphere for her after a long stressful day. A nice meal, some cuddles while you watch the film and then head to bed together. Peaceful. Happy. It started all going to plan, your beautiful candlelight dinner that just so happened to be the exact favourite dish of your lover. The wine was plentiful and the conversation flowed effortlessly.

“I’ll take good care of you. I promise” you murmured to the principal as she delicately folded her long legs to sit on the sofa with you before patting her hardly clothed thigh twice. A silent command. “Let mommy hold you tonight darling” she whispered before shifting your pliant body onto her lap and pressing play on the already set up film.

It all started innocently. Her slender fingers trailing over your clothed arms, legs and stomach. Every time you’d tilt your head to catch her obvious teasing acts she would be laser focused on the screen. But slowly Larissa had more on her mind. She couldn’t help but press her ruby lips to the column of your throat as you chuckled. The way your pulse beat against her gentle kisses caused her to smile in your skin. It’s just never been easy for her to keep her hands for herself when you’re in the same room as she is. Let alone sat on her lap, so innocently nibbling on your lip as you fought to concentrate. She’d be your undoing, that much she knew, but how much of her obvious teasing you could take wasn’t.

It wasn’t long before you began to absentmindedly search to find purchase on Larissa’s wrists and guide them where you desperately needed them. Only she wasn’t done yet, pulling her hands from you as you whined unhappily. “Behave darling” she tutted as if you were a disobedient puppy, “Mommys trying to watch this.”

How long was this damn film? You couldn’t help but curse yourself for not picking a shorter film. So just about the half way point you snapped, turning yourself around in her lap to attack her lips with desperate sloppy kisses. Instantly, she reciprocated with just the right amount of enthusiasm to subconsciously encourage your growing arousal. Before you knew it, you were tugging at the pins holding her beautiful in place as your hips began to grind downward. “God darling, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to be a mess in my lap. Such a sweet thing for me” she praised happily before moving her hands to grip your hips hard enough to leave marks.

Larissa was known for her passion and patience. But here and now she was most definitely not a patient woman. As soon as your arousal began to seep through your shorts onto her stockings she lost control. Effortlessly scooping you up into her arms, carrying you into your shared room as your lips battled for a dominance you didn’t truly want. Being tossed around by your older lover was something you’d never get bored of. The way she tossed you on the bed like you weighed no more than a pillow was such a turn on.

Squirming on the bed you allowed Larissa to strip you bare minus your sports bra, knowing how it helped you feel more masculine in these moments before stepping back and admiring your beautiful self. Subconsciously, you began to curl up into yourself, effectively hiding your body from her only to be reprimanded, “don’t be embarrassed darling. God you turn me on so much my love. I just need to be inside you now. To touch you now. Can mommy touch you? Please baby?” You stuttered in mild shock “I-inside me?” You’ve spoke about your future and likes/ dislikes and what you would like to explore together, and apparently tonight was the night for her to try and shift. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to watch you be a good slut and take mommys cock. Every. Single. Inch.”

“Please mommy, just touch me please I don’t care how” you whimpered reaching out to pull her to you and free her from her dress. Her beautiful tits on display along with a now very generous member trying to strain from her lace panties. “You wanna help take this off darling? They are rather uncomfortable” she mumbled before stealing a couple of kisses that lingered a touch too long. Eagerly manoeuvring your body closer to her and your shaky hands reached to her waist to tug at the lace and accidentally resulted in tearing it from the shifters body. “That was so fucking hot darling” she gasped as you tried to wriggle closer.

“Wanna taste mommy” doe eyes looked up at the principal and you tried to tug her new appendage closer to your mouth. Her manicured hand helped guide her shaft to your awaiting lips. “I’ll be gentle love, remember you can tap out” was all she managed to get out before you happily sucked the head of her cock into your mouth. It took some adjusting and working to find a rhythm. It was taking all her restraint to not harshly fuck into your warmth. If this was how your sweet mouth felt then your other hole would be heavenly. With a tug to your hair she pulled you off her dick with a little whine of protest coming from you. Clearly this would be something she needs to work on her stamina for.

“Your turn darling” she murmured before pushing you back on the bed and attacking your body with nips and kisses. “Wann feel you inside me please mommy” you pleaded innocently. “I don’t want to hurt you love” she started only to be cut off with your frantic begging, “I want you to fuck me mommy. Please. Please let me feel you.”

“I’ll be gentle” she stated as a matter of fact before lining herself up with your soaking cunt and slowly pushing in. There was a sting in some places and a stretch in others but when she sunk into you to the hilt you couldn’t help the ungodly loud moan that ripped itself from your throat. “You sound so pretty darling, tell me when I can move” Larissa murmured using the height difference to her advantage to smother your neck in pretty little marks. Hers.

“Move, please god mommy move” you whined encouraging her to finally give you what you wanted. The first few thrusts of her hips were slow and gentle. Experimental. Loving how snug you wrapped around her. The feeling of her cock stroking your inner walls was most definitely become addictive. “Fuck, darling we have to change positions. You’re gonna make me cum” Larissa groaned trying to convince herself to pull out of your warmth.

It was now you were thanking whatever god existed that your lover could shift her anatomy, meaning she could lift you whenever she felt like. “On your knees” she gravely whispered, her fingers gripping tightly into your hips as she helped you position yourself. Like a starving woman she immediately began to work herself into your pussy and picking up her pace and accuracy of her thrusts. Getting the angle just right to hit your G spot.

“Want to cum in you darling. Let mommy cum inside your pretty pussy darling? Oh god you’d look so beautiful all swollen and pregnant for me. Please darling I won’t last too long if you keep squeezing me like that” she moaned without thinking. “Mommy please, please, I need more. Please want to feel it mommy. Want to be mommy’s forever” you mewled, your hands clawing at any skin you could reach as she pleaded you to come with her. To be so good for her and take all her cum. Stilling with the sheer amount of sticky goods that were filling your womb up to the brim as your walls spasamed around her dick, milking her of everything she was offering.

It was in the blissful moments where Larissa had shifted her anatomy back to normal and gathered you into her embrace, that you began to process what she’d said. “Mommy?” You muttered still thick in your subspace, “do you really want to have a baby with me?” Silence was all that filled the room before she pressed a sweet kiss to your head and replied honestly, “of course my darling. I love you so much and would love to start a family with you if you want to? I didn’t realise just how much I’d want to get you pregnant until that moment. God, you’d be the best mother in the world. In fact you would look so gorgeous pregnant that I might just have to keep you pregnant forever.” Little did Larissa know that night you spent crying and planning to try for a family, that she’d already succeeded on the first baby.

“I love you so much darling” she mumbled as you finally settled down for the night, your fuzzy head resting on her bare breasts. You couldn’t help but tease her perky nipples by blowing cool air on them before sucking them into your lips on instinct. “Mine” you mumbled contentedly as your light suckling continued. “All yours baby, all yours. Just your mommy darling” she reassured running her hands through your short hair and scratching soothingly at your scalp until your suckles stopped. Indicating you’d finally sipped off to sleep.

Word count~ 1594

[shizunitis]

SVSSS high school AU

[looking out the window with a thoughtful frown]

I was thinking back on my time in high school and…

Did anyone else have a classmate that was obviously Rich and kinda spoiled, but that was So Nice to everyone? Had the mannerisms and vocabulary of a doted-upon heir but the accepting and excited eyes of a sheltered kid seeking friends and companionship? Not necessarily smiling all the time, but was always present and active when interacting with the others?

Shen Yuan. Vice Class President. Beloved by teachers and classmates alike. Always willing to lend you money, and he won’t even ask for it back. Wouldn’t, even if he remembered!

And then the classmate that was subtly bitter about everything and mostly brushed off everyone? Made kinda’ lame jokes but didn’t really seem to care much when no one laughed, cause they wanted the others to let them be? Conspicuously absent from extracurricular activities, really didn’t give much of a shit as long as they got by?

Airplane. Ends up labelled as the class rebel but he doesn’t do anything, so it’s kind of bewildering that that’s his legacy. He is very unaware of his own vibes.

The clearly smart kid who never studies and still gets perfect or almost-perfect marks on everything, but no one really knows anything about them because they’re so reticent? Dislikes attention if it comes from who they perceive to be looking down on them? Any sort of authority figure is, to them, an opponent they must best without letting them know they’re competing at all? Bratty as fuck?

Binghe. Depending on which one we’re talking about, they’re either stupidly popular and elicit jealousy from their peers or admired (and highkey feared) from afar. Is vying for Class President to impress Shen Yuan. They’re a duo! They need to be a united front!

(It would also be very funny to me if Bing-ge was a year older than Bing-mei but got held back a year. The fights? The seething jealousy? Shen Yuan sandwich? Superb.)

Mobei-Jun is the silent, kind of out-of-his-depth but solemn kid everyone gravitates around and it’s astounding to him that these people are so invested in his opinion. Leave him alone. He does not want to bear witness to any of your pathetic attempts at flattering him! It’s so clearly fake. Very pretentious and doesn’t even realise it. Parents are Stupid Wealthy.

The class president is obviously Yue Qingyuan. Luo Binghe will win, though. It’s just a matter of time.

Liu Qingge is on some sports team, probably captain. Luo Binghe will win against him, too.

(Shen Yuan once mentioned that Liu Qingge’s muscles are very manly and now it’s on sight. This is the only thing the Luo brothers agree on. Neither are happy about it.)

God. Imagine them on a school trip. The poor chaperones.

[put-me-out-of-my-destiny]

"Vergil seeks power because he doesn't want to be weak" and "Vergil seeks power for it's own sake" aren't all that contradictory. He doesn't want to do anything with his power, he just wants to have it and feel safe. And his need to feel safe isn't unwarranted, but at the end of the day that's all it's about.

[just-your-casual-nerd]

Master List of Fics I like Pt. 3

Note: I did not write any of these fics, I just enjoy reading them and had a shit load of them saved. So, I figured I would put all of the ones I liked on a master list, figuring that its an easy way to keep track of them, and maybe you guys would like them as well. Have a Great Day fellow Nerds! 😁👋

2nd Note: If Someone wants me to take their fic or another fic off, let me know and it will be done. I don't want to offend anyone or make them upset.

3rd Note: I officially have so many more fics I like that won’t fit on my other master lists, lol. I hope you find this helpful for you all!! 

Larissa Weems: 🥰

Find What You Desire By: pro-weems-places

Begging By: Prettygreenpills

Private Dancer | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Sex in the Flowers By: mandy-asimp

Headmistress By: Prettygreenpills 

Fear of Losing By: liliweems  

Sweet anniversary By: Prettygreenpills

Pasta and a bit of Magic By: leonorasbabygirl 

in my head (series) By: weemssapphic 

Staying After By: sharedramblings

Nightmares By: starrknessblog 

baked with love By: billiedeansbitch 

Let’s Try something new | NSFW By:  v3nusxsky

Vengeance By: rippersz 

I Love You By: pebbleswritessometimes 

Darling please | fluff By: v3nusxsky

Fuck Me Dirty By: cissyenthusiast010155

You’re not mad? | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Painted Doubts By: alexusonfire 

Asking For It By: cissyenthusiast010155

Precious doll | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

First time pt. 2 (one of my favs) By:  cissyenthusiast010155

A writers muse By: littledollll

Play a game | NSFW By:  v3nusxsky

Misunderstanding By: pebbleswritessometimes

So desperately blind By: leonorasbabygirl

You’re safe my love By: v3nusxsky

Be my good doll~ NSFW By:  v3nusxsky

Valentine’s By: pebbleswritessometimes

Keep Reading By: billiedeansbitch 

Way to shy for that By: leonorasbabygirl 

Use me, i’m yours By: weemssapphic 

My safe person | Agere By: v3nusxsky

Forever? Forever. By: littledollll

Safe space | fluff By: v3nusxsky

Five days, four nights (part 2) By: billiedeansbitch 

Lipstick Stains-Pt.2 By: weemssapphic 

Injured wings By:  v3nusxsky

A Perfect Fit (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz 

Dangerous Games By: dianneking 

Admittance By: rippersz 

Just For You By: sharedramblings 

Come back to bed darling | Fluff By:  v3nusxsky

You little minx | NSFW By:  v3nusxsky

Untouchable By: littledollll

Chosen mother By:  v3nusxsky

Larissa Weems x fem!reader By: youranonymousauthor 

First time pt. 1 (one of my favs)  By: cissyenthusiast010155

It’s gones! | Agere By: v3nusxsky

Never a burden to me By: v3nusxsky

Your pleasure is mine By: littledollll

Innocent dove | NSFW By:  v3nusxsky

Let me by your girl By:  v3nusxsky

Hyde and need (so good, made me cry) By: alder-saan

Not odd but unique | NSFW By:  v3nusxsky

Late bloomer By:  v3nusxsky

Multitalented By: littledollll

Not so dirty secret | fluffy NSFW By:  v3nusxsky

Accidentally on purpose | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

A New Start pt. 3 (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Violet soul By: yourlocaldisneyvillan 

Morning Kisses By: sharedramblings 

You’re rightful place | NSFW By:  v3nusxsky

Pleasant interruptions By: milfmuses 

Even in my worst lies, you saw my truth in me By: averyalaska

Bunny. By: cherrysweetdevine 

Lipstick stains. By: cherrysweetdevine

A love like yours. By: cherrysweetdevine

The sound of heartbeat. By: cherrysweetdevine

The perfect way to end a long, hard day. By: cherrysweetdevine

Stood Up (part 2) (NSFW) By: milfsloverblog 

Happy to see you | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

In Deep By: spoilmesweetieforficssake 

Only Pretending #9 By: Tanith-rhea

A willing sacrifice | angst By: v3nusxsky

To People Watch One Person By: rippersz

Kiss me By: billiedeansbitch

My minx | NSFW By:  v3nusxsky

Call it revenge By: littledollll

Staying After By: sharedramblings 

Satisfied By: weemssappic 

Almost Caught By: starrknessblog 

Grandma Morticia {L. Weems} By: illegal-heartbreaker

Nightwalker By: milfswriter 

My brat | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Punishment By: littledollll

Only Pretending #8 By: tanith-rhea

When the lights go down By: weemssapphic 

Five days, four nights [part 1] By: billiedeansbitch 

Old Wounds, New Dances By: alexusonfire 

Her Little Love By: littledollll

The first heat with you | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

New Years Kiss By: daydream-cement 

A New Start pt. 4 (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Tattoos & Bruises: Chapter 6 By: mistressweems 

Lunch date By: v3nusxsky

Try me | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Girl in Red (lips) By: gwensfreak

The Proposal By: ladylarissaweems 

Vengeance By: rippersz

Zebra By: alder-saan

A new lipstick By: purplexxsloth

Play thing | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Call me Larissa By: purplexxsloth 

Pasta and a bit of Magic By: leonorasbabygirl 

Brienne of Tarth:😊

Battle field By: littledollll

Miranda Hilmarson: 😘

Records By: bobia13

Clingy By: daydream-cement 

Pussy is God By: hausoffilth

Lucifer: 😈

Violet Soul: Chapter 2 By: yourlocaldisneyvillain

Brainless pet By: littledollll

The Devils Maid By: rippersz 

Pretty Tears By: littledollll

Love language: acts of service By: littledollll

Comfort In Hell By: Littledollll

[geekyarmorel]

The Kissing Booth

A Larissa×Reader oneshot

A festival was happening in town and Nevermore had volunteered to host a few booths. There was a dunk tank, throwing dart booth, ring toss game, and of course a kissing booth. A lot of the students were excited to work the kissing booth or at least participate in getting kisses. There was one rule that was stressed: no making out. Other than that it was left to the discretion of the kisser to decide to decline a kiss or not.

Each booth had a class and a sponsor or two who worked it. And just your luck it was the kissing booth that you had to work. You were playfully teased by your coworkers about passing out kisses, some saying they'd take a few. You playfully rolled your eyes and said "Just make sure you pay. No free kisses allowed."

They laughed before heading off to their respective booths or chaperone the kids. Vlad lingered behind giving you a smirk. "Maybe you'll be lucky and you'll get a kiss from you know who."

"Hush." You say with a blush, "If one of the kids hear you I'll never hear the end of it." You didn't need to tell him that you had already thought of the possibility of kissing her. No that would stay to yourself. "Besides she's too professional for that and she would have to like me. There's no way that could ever happen, she's completely out of my league. Now get out of here, you've got students to chaperone." You shoo him away, doing your rounds of walking and checking in with the kids. You had the last shift of the night at the booth so you had time to kill.

On one of your rounds you managed to spot her in all her stunning glory. Larissa Weems. She wore a form fitting cream pencil skirt with a deep blue blouse that made her eyes even bluer than they were. She smiles as she sees you, turning to come toward you. "Hello dear."

"Hello Larissa." You smile back, heart flipping in your chest at her voice. "Enjoying the festival?"

"I am. It's so good to see our students mix and mingle with the normals." Her voice proud as she answered. "And you? How are you finding it?"

"Good so far. I thought maybe about playing a game or two. May visit a food cart and get some funnel cake."

"I was just planning on visiting a food cart as well. There's one that has the best cheeseburgers. Would you like to join me for a bite?" She offers, gesturing toward the booths.

You try to keep your blush down as your brain ran rampant. There was no way she was asking you for a dinner date like it wanted to think. "Sure." You smile and walk beside her. "So the best cheeseburgers?"

"Yes. It's why I skipped dinner tonight. I look forward to it every year." She says with a small laugh. "And funnel cake for you?"

"It's only the best fair food." You answer, "Though I might try a cheeseburger if it's really as good as you say."

"It is, I highly recommend it." She smiles, getting in line with you. It doesn't take long to place your orders and get your food. You sat together and ate, chatting and carrying on like long time friends. You shared your funnel cake with her which made her eyes light up in delight. After eating you walked around more and stopped at a game booth. "That's a cute little bunny." Larissa says as she looks over the prizes.

You eye the fluffy gray bunny stuffie, it was pretty cute. With a determined smile you payed the woman working the ball toss booth. "It is pretty cute." You agree, tossing the balls toward the baskets. After a couple of tries you managed to win the bunny. "Here." You say, handing it over to Larissa. She blushed and smiled shyly making your heart flutter.

"You didn't have to do that." She said, clutching the stuffie in her arms to her chest.

"It was fun to play." You say with a shrug, trying to play it off like no big deal. It wasn't a date, you kept repeating over and over again. Just two coworkers hanging out. She's out of your league but you had to admit it to yourself that you'd win her a million more if she would always blush and smile like that. A tone played from your phone reminding you that your shift at the kissing booth was happening soon. "Oh boy my turn at the booth." You weren't for sure but for a second it looked like Larissa pouted before nodding understandingly.

"I would hate for you to be late. Perhaps I'll come by later and see how you're doing." She smiles softly and the idea makes you blush brightly.

"O-okay." You stutter out, before bidding her goodbye noticing the amusement gleam in her eyes. Mentally scolding yourself on the way to the booth for that embarrassing stutter. The booth wasn't so busy allowing your mind to wander and replay the night so far. You had enjoyed it, wishing that maybe she felt the same way even though it was so unlikely.

You had about thirty minutes left of your shift when Larissa came up, the bunny tucked under her arm. "Hello again."

"Hey." You greet with a smile and a quirk of your brow. "I thought you were going to be busy rounding up students since the fair is almost over."

"I was distinctly told to go enjoy myself by Vlad. He's spearheading the round up for me." She replied, fiddling with the fluff of the bunny's ear. "How has your shift been?"

"It's been decent I guess. Haven't had many people stop by." You answer, leaning over and propping your head up with your hand. "Vlad got a kiss from me."

Larissa pursed her lips, a jealous look slipped across her face before she could control it. "He did, did he?"

You can't believe it, was she actually jealous? She couldn't be.....could she? "Yes one big kiss on the cheek." You answered, smirking very gently.

She blinked and a embarrassed blush colored her cheeks. "Oh." Larissa looked off to the side for a moment before looking back at you. "So how much for a kiss?"

"It's a dollar for a short and sweet kiss. Two dollars gets you a little bit longer kiss." You answer eyeing her as you tilted your head. "Why do you want one?" The thought making your heart race, possibly getting to kiss her? Shit you'd pay for that yourself.

"I do." She smiles brilliantly, reaching into a pocket and pulling out a ten dollar bill. "Five lingering kisses please." You take the money and slip it into the cash box, trying to control your own blush.

"Where would you like them?"

"Pardon?"

"Where would you like your kisses?" You repeat. "Do you want them on your cheeks? Lips? Forehead? Hands?"

She thought for a moment before smiling mischievously. "Surprise me." You give her a nod and she delightedly leaned into your space, eyes briefly flickering to your lips. Your hand slipped up and cupped her face, lips softly pressing a lingering kiss to her cheek. There was a soft catch in her breathe and your heart fluttered.

You tilted her head down and pressed another kiss to her forehead, then her other cheek. Two kisses left and one of them was pressed to her nose. Pulling back just a little your eyes darted to her lips, her mouth parted ever so slightly. Leaning in your lips were a breath apart when a student yelled, "Miss Y/N!" You pulled back as you snapped up and turned to the voice. Larissa hung there briefly before she to straightened. "Darla isn't feeling well, she's already been sick once."

"I'm coming Maria, thank you." You look at Larissa, "I'm sorry, rain check on that last kiss?"

A hopeful look filled her eyes, "Of course. Come by my office once we get everything settled? Maybe have a glass of wine with me?"

"I would like that." You smile, nodding your acceptance. "See you then." Parting ways you went to the student and helped get her on the way back to school and to the nurse. You also helped put away the booth before heading back to Nevermore yourself. It was a little late but you felt light, the idea of giving Larissa another kiss in the forefront of your mind. You knock on the office door, entering at her call.

She sat behind her desk, the little bunny sitting right beside her laptop. It made you smile, "I trust everything is fine now?" Rising she turned to gather a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Yes, she's fine. Ate to much and rode to many rides." You answer, coming to sit on her chaise as she motioned to it. Handing you your glass you both chatted and drank contently, the occasional laugh or chuckle making an appearance. You could get used to this, these little moments with her. Your heart squeezed painfully, reminding you to not get ahead of yourself. The conversation fell silent, a blush spreading on your cheeks as you cleared your throat. "Would you like your last kiss now?"

"Yes, please." She said, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "That is, if you want to."

"I want to." You say quickly, making yourself blush at your eagerness. "I do want to." Larissa smiled and leaned in closer to you, a very soft hum slipping from her throat as your hand came to cup her cheek again. You leaned in close, nearly losing your breathe as you kissed her. The kiss lingered for a moment before you start to part, only for her to chase after your lips. Lips met in another kiss and another and another, it wasn't long before you ran your tongue across her lips and she deepened the kiss. Her hands reached for you and yours slipped around her neck. In an instant you had straddled her hips, lips intangled in kisses as her hands held onto your hips. Finally you both part for air and you realize what kind of position you're in.

Before you could panic she speaks, "I know this unprofessional but I've wanted to kiss you for so long."

"I have too." You admit trying to resist going back and kissing her again. "I.....I really like you Larissa, you make my heart flutter. Could I please take you on a date?"

A delighted smile lit up her face and she pressed a kiss to your lips. "Of course darling. I would love to go on a date with you." You hum happily, capture her lips again and again and again.

In the morning light you wake in her embrace and can't help the smile that graces your lips. You could get used to mornings like this.

[xskyll]

Me: Shipping isn't everything. Honestly, all I really want to see in My Hero Academia is Izuku shaking hands with Principal Nezu at graduation.

Horikoshi: Fuck this one girl in particular.

[tennessoui]

I love Principle Dr Kenobi and Mr Skywalker Esq so much they're so bitchy 😂 How long do they hate fuck for and does it go beyond that? Is there a moment Obi-Wan looks into Leia's tiny glaring face and have the awful realisation he's going to become her and Luke's step-Dad? How does this relationship progress???

i bet dr kenobi, headmaster of an elementary school and mr. skywalker esq are hatefucking on their wedding day. mr skywalker only refers to dr kenobi as dr kenobi in his wedding vows. dr kenobi calls him esquire and also apologizes for calling him mr. skywalker amidala upon first meeting - he should have known to call him mr. skywalker-kenobi. esquire.

i love the idea of obi-wan, two years into a covert relationship with anakin that surprised both of them, looking at leia when she comes to his office after another schoolyard fight or general mischief, and he's like oh my god. i'm biased. oh shit. oh SHIT i want to let her off easy. oh no. oh god. fucking her father has compromised me emotionally ethically and professionally. oh shit. im compromised over fucking. anakin. fucking skywalker. esquire.

what im getting at is there's definitely a moment in their relationship where anakin's thinking they're slowly easing their way into an adult relationship after several years of being childish and he's mostly ok with that after several sessions of soul searching, and then suddenly obi-wan cuts off all contact outside of work. goes completely dead air.

anakin has no idea what happened and he doesn't even think to wonder if it's his kid.

for once it's not his kid but it's obi-wan's protective reaction to his kid (as if the kid were obi-wan's kid)

[c0nfettix]

I saw the FNAF movie, it was 🔥🔥🔥🔥firee

Please ignore the last Image btw

[awwwokay]

im CRYING that one so-mi obsessed chick who insults people and calls them “bootlickers who don’t understand the games themes” for liking the tower ending or king of cups/swords/pentacles on the cyberpunk subreddits literally tap dances for arasaka and the arasaka family,,, the IRONY

[alexander-23]

100% platonic but chaos and comfort all together. I could try writing it sometime soon.

Imagine reader is a gamer and had their gaming stuff out in a common area. Some other students have gathered around to watch them play “The Forest” with their friends.

Principal Weems sees the large gathering in passing and decides to see what is so interesting. She sees reader in the middle playing their game and sees the violence. Over the Tv, their friends can be heard by everyone.

“I’ve got their necklaces!”

“I’ve got their weapons!”

The reader erupts in the most excited voice Weems has ever heard from them, “I HAVE A CORPSE!!!”

The pure shock on her face is priceless and the only one to appreciate readers joy is Wednesday.

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The crowd died down after they stopped for the day and the reader switches to “Animal Crossing”.

Soft clicks can be heard as the reader lays out and runs around the island looking for bugs.

“Tired of collecting corpses?”

Reader looks up and they share smiles. Principal Weems then joins them on the couch and learns about readers love for gaming.

Reader shows her around their island and museum before handing the controller over to her to play a bit.

Reader rests their head on her shoulder as she plays and they bask in the comfort of their time together.

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[v3nusxsky]

Hey Mars! How you're doing well!

Would you feel comfortable with doing a mommy/lactation kink with mommy Larissa and sub r? Totally open to whatever situation/story you come up with!

Costume 18+

*Authors note~ sorry this is taking me such a long time to get around to but Larissa for gwens birthday and this prompt wouldn’t leave my brain*

Trigger warnings~ lactation kink mommy kink dom l sub r  lingerie spanking admission of feelings implied smut

Prompt~ see ask^^^

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Nevermore’s staff always throws a Halloween costume party away from the students prying eyes. After all they deserve to celebrate the holiday too, Larissa Weems however, would always wear a costume that covered everything up until this year. Over her years as Principal of Nevermore she’s witnessed sexy police officers, firefighters, play boy bunnies, slutty killers, pole dancers and everything else you could imagine for a costume, she’s probably seen it. That’s why she knew this had to be something you’d never seen before, to grab the attention of yourself.

Her outfit took days of planning but once adorning her tall frame she had to admit, she looked good. Opting to be a ghost rider, she was clad in black lace lingerie with a thin layer of opaque covering to hide her bare skin. Her prompts for the night being a black cow boy hat and a riding crop. Her make up done perfectly to add to the look of a ghost rider. This was the most out there thing she had ever done and truly she was thinking about not going, but instead she pulled on her floor length coat and made her way to the party.

Arriving at the party she immediately spotted you, of course dressed as an angel. And to Larissa you were the most beautiful Angel to ever exist, your outfit was fairly skimpy yet still modest which happened to be driving the principal mad. The way your cleavage was popping out of your corset and the little white skirt barely covering your ass set her plan in motion. She had to have you, tonight.

“Larissa” you cooed as you approached the tall woman happily, “what’s that in your hand?” Your innocence shone through as the principal twirled the riding crop in her hands, “Only the best thing to spank sweet Angles with like yourself of course” she purred watching your eyes darken with lust. “Thou mustn’t sin, for im an Angle of God Larissa” you giggled before stealing the woman’s hat and placing it on your head after removing the halo. “You little minx! Darling let me have my hat back or you wont like your punishment, I’ll ride you into the afterlife and keep you as my pet.” The teasing word’s effecting you more than Larissa knew you decided to keep the hat, after all, it’s just a little fun right?

As the night continued you both mingled but some how always found a way back together where you teased one another some more, only when a teasing smack with the crop landed on your ass did you start to catch on, “much too short for an Angel of god isn’t it y/n? Everyone can see what’s mine” Larissa purred gently rubbing the sting of the crop. “I don’t believe I belong to you Ghost rider, in fact there’s no proof.” A dark spark of lust clouded her eyes as the crop landed on your other ass cheek, “then be mine pretty Angel, I’m tried of loving you from afar.”

Her lips cut your whimper off as she slammed yours together, immediately falling into a dance as if it was centuries old, her hands coming to rest on your round globes before giving them a squeeze and pulling away from you to rest your foreheads together. “I-“ you whimpered before slamming your lips to hers once more in a needy kiss, one that stole both your breaths and left you hungry for more. “My angel now” Larissa purred before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips and dragging you back to her office.

“Mommy!” You squeaked as your back hit her office door. “Mommy hmm?” The blonde teased once more, “what can mommy do for you little Angel?” Without a second thought you began to tug at the top half of her outfit in an attempt to free her beautiful breasts from their lace confines. “Want my mouth on them!” You whined unhappily as you struggled against the fabric. A chuckle filled the room as Larissa helped you undress her just enough to give you what you desired. From there you happily suckled on her exposed breast, going boneless in the blondes arms as she basked in the sensations you provided her with. “Oh my sweet Angel, you could’ve told mommy you had this kink, you would’ve been getting this very thing a lot sooner” Larissa couldn’t help but tease you, truly you were both fools for not admitting feelings for each other sooner, but now, you have all the time in the world to discover what each of you likes in this aspect of life. Little did you know Larissa had a raging breeding kink that you would tease her for later on.

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[lucidmagic]

SecretCat!Larissa Weems x f!Groundskeeper!Reader (Part 1)

So I’ve been in the Larissa Weems hole and I haven’t even watched the damn show. And then I though about this post:

Larissa is a shapeshifter it’s a perfect fit!

Hence this small story (I have another planned that’ll be on AO3, whenever I’ll get to it)

Hope you enjoy!

Summary: As the post suggests, Larissa is going around teasing suitors as a cat, and the Reader (you) are the groundskeeper of Nevermore Academy with the biggest crush on her, but doesn’t pursue because you respect her wishes to not be shackled to someone. Oh how wrong you are......

Larissa Weems x f!Reader (Harold they’re lesbians.....)

Words: 3.1k

Trigger Warnings: Unwanted attention from men, storms, mentions of blood, brief animal in distress, useless lesbians being useless, dumbass gays, fluff.

Larissa Weems was 30 when her father, the richest, most influential man in the town of Jericho and part of one of the most powerful shapeshifter families, gave her an ultimatum: Marry someone agreeable and continue the family lineage/business, or he’ll find a suitable husband for her—without her consultation, of course. Obviously, Larissa didn’t take to this well, as she’d rather chew off her own left leg than let a man interfere with her aspirations and goals.

So, being the clever woman she was, she struck up a deal with her father. And being the business man he was, her father agreed.

And so, the most wanted and sought after heiress in the town of Jericho announced that she’ll marry (and subsequently bequeath part of the inheritance of her family’s money and resources to) the one person who can open her family’s manor door with the key around her cat’s neck. The Cat in which many of the town has nicknamed Ghost due to the Maine Coon’s pure white hair. Fitting, you suppose, also considering the animal’s elusive and spectral nature.

And so, many a man (and some women and those beyond and between) have tried—and swiftly failed—to capture, lure, and befriend the Cat.

Ghost was simply too quick, too clever, and far too smart to be caught by snares, treats, and nets. Some have even tried to use sleeping darts. But to no avail, the Cat still wanders the town, gathering bruised egos like dead mice.

Nary a week goes by without a prospective suitor falling to their ass from scaling a tree to get close to Ghost. Or a group of men cooing and offering treats to the animal perched two stories high, looking down with pure feline disgust and disinterest.

The town was littered with new and old snares, traps, and cat delicacies. All of which have been avoided by Ghost, much to the hunters’ chagrin.

All the while, Larissa Weems goes about her career without the interference of matrimony or her father’s whims.

Since the announcement of the Cat Chase, Larissa Weems had since been on an upward trajectory of her career: she became a darling professor at Nevermore Academy at 31 and within five years became Headmistress of the institution—the youngest ever.

Currently, at 38, it seemed she was enjoying her career and spinsterhood—much to the dismay of her father and those courters.

And you enjoyed her as your employer. Being the Academy’s groundskeeper and handywoman after all.

You managed the gardens, the ground’s upkeep, maintenance, health, borders, and general security. Your duties also accompanied that of the estate’s foreman, fixing shingles of the old building’s roofs, plumbing, and other necessities if they needed a quick repair.

You were integral to the preservation and efficiency of the Academy. Principal Weems—or Larissa, she insisted after several months of your service, but you don’t address her as such, out of respect for her position and also the cute, little pout she gifted you when you refuse.

You were good at your job as it’s in your blood—generations of your family served the Academy in some capacity—and in your soul—being a Psychic and all that.

Psychometry is one of your specialties, with the ability to sense an object or person’s history and present, which comes in handy with the multitude of plants and flowers on the property and old buildings. Does this rose need more or less water? What’s wrong with this particular lock? With a single touch you can know.

Coupled with that, either a specialized manifestation or what your father called a ‘drop of Dryad blood’ from a distant ancestor, you can also manipulate plants and trees to a certain extent. Nothing quite like Poison Ivy with her world conquering powers, but you can certainly restrain a person if needed—which had come in need several times with a drunk werewolf or vampire student in the past.  

Your trees were green longer and your flowers were fuller and brighter. Principal Weems continuously tells you the gardens and grounds have never looked so vibrant and fragrant, even when she attended the Academy. You always waved away her compliments to distract from the rising heat on your cheeks.

So, in theory, you could have used your powers to tag-a-long with the others in the attempts to capture Ghost. It would be easy, you think. All the Cat needed to do was step on a vine and that’ll be it.

But no. Despite Principal Weems’ statuesque beauty (and you mean beauty in the sense of an artist’s muse or a god’s weakness, one for the legends and epics, not one for your unworthy, often muddy hands), her quick wittedness (sometimes you two talk an hour or two after she’s supposed to be home and you always leave a little breathless from the opportunity and from laughing), and her intelligence (you honestly think she could overtake the world if she puts her mind to it, just the same way she overtook yours), you respect her decision to stay single and not bound to someone else.

She wanted freedom, freedom her father was willing to sell away to the highest bidder. And you weren’t going to deprive her of that.

Sure, you sometimes catch Ghost sulking and sneaking around the fields and gardens, leaping from branch to branch, flowerbed to flowerbed, whenever you’re working. But you don’t make a show of it. Ghost is Larissa’s cat, of course he’d be at the Academy. She’s coming home to her owner.

Sometimes, you catch her in the tree above your head, looking down with crystal blue, oddly familiar, eyes like a gargoyle or a sentry. On occasion you wave up at the animal with a smile and then go about your work. Ghost must be resting from evading those eager suitors, you think.

Speaking of suitors, they do annoy you—not out of jealousy, of course not, well, maybe. They were going after what they wanted without shame and some part of you is jealous they are so open about it. But, no, jealousy isn’t what irritates you about them.

It’s their reasoning for their ‘courting’ (if you can even call it that). They wanted what she offered—money, influence, resources, and of course bragging rights. You overheard several men state as such at Jericho’s bars, enough that you spoil the barley in their beer with a clench of your fist. They wanted what Larissa comes with—just shallow and gold-digging desires. She always came second. She was an afterthought in their pursuance.

It made you sick and wrathful just thinking about it. Larissa Weems is much more than a trophy. She’s . . . well, she’s her.

She’s cold-natured, meaning anything below 70 degrees, she needs either a thick sweater or a crackling fire. Of the latter, you amply supply with firewood you chopped that morning and restock regularly.

(You try to forget the tall and unyielding figure at the faculty hall, watching on the balcony in grey or white. You doubt you looked particularly decent sweating and swinging an axe.)

She loved fresh tea, none of that packaged kind, but fresh straight from nature. Of which you also gifted her when you can, as you added her favorites in the gardens and made sure the potency is just right with your powers.

(There’s a crinkle of her brow when you drop off a bag of leaves, one that notches up with her carmine lips. If you have the urge to smooth it out with your thumb, you’re just concerned if the stress is showing on her face after hours of paperwork.)

She toured the gardens, sometimes, on her lunch breaks or when she has time in her busy schedule. Larissa will always stop and smell each flower if she can, and always double back to ones she liked just a bit more that day, just one more whiff before she leaves for her office.

(Of course, the next day, you sneak in, with the help of her assistant, to put those she deemed lovely in a vase next to her desk. Making sure to use your powers to make them live and bloom much longer than normal. Maybe, you hope, it’ll give her some reprieve for a moment, between meetings and calls.)

So, yes. The would-be suitors want her, but they don’t know her. And Ghost is just in the crosshairs of their caprices.

And they’re just fucking annoying. Especially, when their traps and snares make their way into your grounds. You always dismantle them when you can, much to their anger and displeasure.

(If you take particular pleasure in it, then no one has to know, but you and whatever god above.)

Of course, one of these times, it was pouring rain, drenching the land—and you—in a deluge. You could barely see five feet in front of you before the grey wall of water overtook your vision. But thankfully, you knew the lands of the Academy like the back of your hand and it was through muscle memory and your abilities that you navigated through the storm.

You had found more snares—made of Kevlar string and securely bolted to trees—in the back of the school during one of your rounds. You didn’t have the tools to properly deal with them. So, you headed back to your tool-shed—only for the bottom to fall out before you could get back.

Now, soaked and a little more than pissed at their audacity, you practically swam your way back. The torrent and winds made it difficult to see, let alone hear. And it wasn’t until you were up on the second to last one that you noticed that it triggered.

And something was struggling, right side up and writhing, clawing and biting at the line. Something whined and shrieked even through the thunder and rain.

No, not something.

Ghost.

Ghost was caught. Her pearl white fur was soaked and drenched, enough that you could just barely see the pink flesh beneath her coat.

Oh no. You must save her. Poor thing.

You rounded on the Cat, strung up on its front left paw. Her mewls were pained and agonizing. Your heart ached.

“It’s okay, I got you.” You said, softly, but the storm deafened it. You approached without thought. And with a single gloved touch of your hand, the Cat panicked more and leapt in a frantic escape attempt. Her paw twisted and another screech rang through the rain.

“Hey, stop! Stop!” You begged but she continued, trying her best to get away from you. Her fur covered her blue eyes and she was in survival mode. You needed to do this quickly before she hurts herself more.

You scoop up the large lump of writhing fur, trying to position her fangs and claws away from you. But the Kevlar string proved difficult with your shears, and it takes you longer than you would like. Three, Four, Five snips. . .

On the Eighth, you manage to cut it—and Ghost managed to wriggle free just enough.

Sharp pain slashed across your forehead, right above and through your brow, and you dropped the Cat as you reeled back, clutching your head.

“Fuck!” Through the cold rain, warmth blossomed in your palm. Faintly, iron entered the air.

Ghost plopped to the soggy ground and sprinted away to a near gate, then she pounced on it—one paw held to her chest. She landed deftly and turned toward you, eyes now free of her hair. Her bright eyes cut through the rain like a beaconing lighthouse. A tiny, razor-sharp lighthouse.

You steadied yourself against the tree and stared back, hand still staunching your wound. With your other hand, you shooed Ghost away and raised your voice so you can be heard over the thunder. “Go on! Get out of here. Go! Go back to Larissa. I’m not going to capture you.”

Ache thrummed across your forehead, but you still stood near the tree, eyeing the animal. After a moment, the white blob in the distance disappeared into the storm. Seconds passed before you sighed and then hissed as the sting increased with pressure.

Well, might as well get the other one while out here. . .

The next day, after intensively cleaning the three gashes across your brow, you visited the Academy nurse. She remarked, off-handedly, “Well, I’m certainly popular this morning.”

You don’t follow up with a comment, only asking her to look at it before you decide to go to hospital. She does and used more disinfectant and sealed the gashes with some Steri-strips and patched it with gauze and tape. With the orders to clean it twice a day, you leave, head throbbing from the poking and prodding.

You go about your day, dodging questions from other faculty and students about your new accessory.

“I fought a bear.”

“It’s a new French trend—you ought to try.”

“You should see the other guy.”

Eventually, your duties lead you to Larissa Weems’ office, arms full of freshly chopped wood. The storm season always brings in the cold and you knew she would appreciate it throughout the rest of the day.

You knocked your signature knock, and after a moment you heard the delightful ring of her voice, “Come in.”

Like a siren’s song, you obeyed. She greeted you with her red-painted smile, one that makes your heart thump just a little bit harder and your breath grow shallow. Larissa’s smile washed over you as you walked further in and placed the wood in its usual rest at the edge of the fireplace. The hearth is ablaze but dwindling. You dutifully added two more logs in and worked it with the poker.

It ignites after a second, and you couldn’t help but linger, soaking in the warmth and the other woman’s presence. Pathetic, you know, yet you enjoy these moments more than you should.

You turned to her, revealing your full figure, and when her cyanite gaze latched on to your patched forehead, the pretty, private grin on her face fell. Que the furrow between her eyebrows and the pursing of her mouth.

“Darling,” she began, voice saturated with concern. The nickname is not an uncommon gift from her to you. Even after all this time, it set something burning in your chest and frayed your will to not drop on your knees in that moment. (You bet she’ll look divine from that angle regardless). “What happened to your head?”

Larissa pushed back from her desk and rose from her chair, revealing her stature in its entirety, swathed in a light cream blazer and skirt combo. If it wasn’t for the slash of crimson lipstick on her mouth, you could have mistaken her for a marble figure, carved by Michelangelo himself. Vaguely you think of the myth about Pygmalion and Galatea.

The shadows of the fire danced across her figure and it took you a moment to find your tongue, “Oh, uh,” You gulped. “I ran into a tree branch yesterday afternoon. During the storm.”

You don’t want her to worry about Ghost—and by extension, her freedom.

She stared down at you, blue eyes almost black, and you resisted the urge to fidget. Then, something on her arm caught your sight and you zeroed in on the brace wrapped around her left wrist.

“You could ask you something similar,” you said. Your gloved hand reaches out to brush it, just light enough. If only it touched true to her skin. But your abilities can be unpredictable even after all these years, and you’d rather not glimpse something she wouldn’t want discovered. Hence the constant use of gloves.

“What happened? Who do I need to beat up?”

She gave a low chuckle from her chest. “No need to defend my honor. A simple sprain.” When you were about to protest, she continued, “. . . I tried to get somewhere, but I ended up biting off more than I could chew.”

She sounded hesitant, but you didn’t want to push. She needn’t disclose anything, especially to someone like you.

“If you want, I can whip up a salve from the gardens. Something that could numb it or even speed up the healing process.”

That gentle grin was back and your heart beats traitorously in your chest. “That would be lovely, dear. Thank you.”

You gifted her your goofiest of smiles. “Of course, Principal Weems. Is there anything else?”

There it was. That pout. Adorable.

However, her lips smooth over as another lesser-known visage crosses her features—playfulness she rarely displays to just anyone, lest her stalwart reputation be stained. Your breath stilled.

God, you’re hopeless.

Swiftly, much in the opposition of her height, she bent just enough to skim her lips over the gauze on your brow, and with a ping of pressure, she placed a kiss right above the wound.

Something deep within you latched around your heart and squeezed. A delicious shiver raced across your spine, spreading as if someone lit a wick and the line ignited all the way through your body.

Oh, that’s new.

Larissa leaned back just so, taking in your dumbfound face before she turned back to her desk. Far too proud of herself, you think. “If you want, we can have a nightcap together tonight. It’s been a while since we sat down over a glass.”

She’s right, you vaguely think. Between the beginning of the semester and some donor kerfuffle earlier this month, you two hardly had the chance to hangout. Not that it was a common occurrence to begin with, but it usually happened every month or two. It started about a year into your employment, and you had a feeling she did so to extend a branch of friendship.

Yes, friendship. That’s what you must remember. Nothing more. Despite what your heart wants, your mind knows best. Larissa Weems was a lonely figure, whether due to her job or her family, she needed someone in her corner.

“I would love to. Text me when you’re done for the day, and I’ll head over.”

She answered with a soft smile, one that crinkled her eyes.

You left her office, earning a strange look from Larissa’s assistant and some of the faculty in the hall.

The rest of the rounds go by in a blur of muscle memory and anticipation. You do give her the salve, dropping it off with her assistant, who still gave you a peculiar glance.

Hours later, after you did your deeds for the day and interacted with dozens of teachers and students, you went to your lodge to wash up before that evening. You don’t want to trek in mud or appear ungrateful after all. White and dirt don’t go together.

And that’s when you finally noticed, brandished on your brow the entire day, the damning deep red, lipstick outline.

So should I continue with part 2? Let me know!

Anyways back into my cave...

[valerieandherweekofwonderz]

Hi! I've uploaded a few new films on my GD. One of them is Vyšší princip / A Higher Principle (1960) dir. by Jiří Krejčík. It's based on the eponymous short story from the book Silent Barricade written by Jan Drda in 1946. After successful assassination of highest Nazi officer in Czech lands a wave of terror rages everywhere. One day three high school boys are arrested by Gestapo officers without any explanation...

[emsgwenstan]

Larissa Weems and violet from my ongoing fic personal or professional? Clearly not incredible but oh well.

@sabraaabra

[hyperfixationtimego]

so anyway. who else learned how to spell Mississippi from watching Dave’s Wonderful Life as a kid. don’t be shy raise your hand

[humanmorph]

what did brnine do to asepsis anyways

... is what I wanted to make the post about (I'll elaborate) but I was looking through a transcript for info & this is so funny to me. Keith

I should make a compilation sometime bc last week Ali said something about integrity that reminded me of a specific lyke moment & made me laugh... I knew I wrote it down somewhere I just can't find it now.