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gwensstar · 5 months

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FLUFFY LOVING

[ nsfw, catrissa x reader, pet play. . . ]

in a human form, with a pair of snowy ears and a fluffy tail of the same colour, she was sprawled across your lap, the feline need to be pat and scratched taking over, making Larissa bump her head up into your palms as if asking for more. and she got exactly what she wanted, obviously, you seemed to enjoy it just as much as the principal did.

vibrations flowed trough the blonde’s throat, down her chest keeping it all warm. purr purr. “Oh there it is again.” you coed gently not to take the shifter out of her trance. a sound ever so high pitched left her lipstick painted lips, you had just scratched the rich spot right above where the tail met flesh along her spine. droplets of saliva coated the hand that stroked under her chin. pearly white teeth, that rather looked like fangs, appeared. which totally stopped her from purring, freezing in the spot. “Did you drool on me?” your voice sounded hesitant. she only nodded before beginning to ramble out her share of apologies.

a hand came to grip Larissa’s throat and hold her body down in one swift move. “Oh?” embarrassing. that was the correct word, a dark spot between her legs ruined her grey sweatpants; alarming the shapeshifter’s beloved- you - of just how much she enjoyed your fingers dancing over her pristine skin.

“Stay right here pet. Not a single word.” a peck to the headmistress’s lips was given before you slowly walked to the hall. Larissa could hear the sound of you opening the door of your shared bedroom, ruffling trough her things. what a bonus these ears were.

soon there you were, stood in a bathrobe, strap on held nonchalantly in your smaller hand. “What if mommy gave this to you? Hmm?” you hummed. “But first you must show me just how talented that little kitten tongue of yours is.” it took you a few long strides before you sat down like the goddess you were at the moment, spreading your legs open, forcing the bathrobe to fall to sides and allow for your body to be on display. fingers pointed down and so Larissa jumped in front of you , kneeling by your feet. gorgeous eyes piercing trough you as her fingers disappeared between your legs. breathing out, she chuckled as soon as you whimpered. that was silenced soon by her fingers entering my mouth.

“Make mommy happy darling.” and so the shifter started, diving right in. her nose nudging your clit as her talented tongue danced across your private parts. your hand moved to scratch fluffy snowy ears and to hold her in place.

purr purr. vibrations were sent right into your core as Larissa ate you out, her perfectly manicured hands on your thighs, switching between looking up, in hopes to see your angelic face as you moaned for her, and closing her eyes to stick her tongue as deep as she could. there it was— the spongy spot, you were slightly sour, just like grapes that you freshly picked on a summer evening walk by the shore. . . or the greenest apple in the garden of eden, sacred. . .

praises were filling the air as well as sloppy sounds of the blonde’s work and your repertoire of screams and other lustful sounds.

“Right here!”

“Such-such a good thing.”

“My petite fluff ball!”

Riss’ nails dig into your thighs as you tightened your grip on my hair, cumming right into her mouth. precious she looked; all wet and sticky. all happy Larissa swayed her tail from side to side, drinking all the liquor you offered.

catching your breath she could feel your grip softening. purr purr. kissing mommy’s thighs, you reached with your fingers, hooking them under the shapeshifter’s chin, pulling your face upwards. you tasted yourself on her lips, her back shivering within the strong sexual desire held between us. the air was thick with it, making it hard— impossible to breathe. her sweatpants were soaked and the signature up-do ruined.

she haven’t even noticed you tightening the toy around your hips and before Larissa could react, it was already too late, you began to push her head down, mumbling a little ‘open’ before you forced the reddish shaft down the shapeshifter’s throat. “Better than the last time, darling, make it all nice and wet for yourself. We wouldn’t want to hurt my woman.” she seemed to remembered your words from the last time where you told her to breathe trough her nose and so that’s what she did; taking the full length. slowly staring to bob her head, tail wagging from side to side as if a bird just flew around. excitement. rush. “Oh? I see someone was training themselves for mommy?” an eyebrow of yours raised at that. booping her nose you let her know that it’s enough. “Take off your clothes, can you do that for me?” a tiny meow sound slipped out, no words allowed now.

as the last garment hit the ground, your hands were already reaching for her beautiful body, helping her up on your lap, gently pulling her down, one hand holding the shaft rubbing it trough her slick-covered folds. what a feeling. “There you go.” you mumbled as Larissa slid down, a pornographic sound falling from her lipstick covered lips— so very much ruined from all the making out.

gently moving up and down Larissa was soon held down by her hips, them being led to rock backwards and frontwards. purr purr. pure bliss, her eyes closed shut, nails digging into her lover’s shoulders. hungry lips almost swallowing each others.

“A collar with a bell to jingle would fit my baby so nicely.” you smirked as a red spot appeared on her ass cheek. a smack so hard came in contact with Larissa’s flesh. forcing her to cry out in pain. but there she was moving closer. nonverbally begging for more. you repeated, giving into her demands.

you could see it so well. a soft sateen or perhaps silk ribbon around the principal’s neck with a golden jingle bell, bouncing around as well as her freckle covered tits. heavens gate. solar bliss. peak of beauty. — speaking of them, your lips moved to her boobs as you leaned her back, fucking up into her. your tongue swirled around her rose-ish bud, swollen and erected; ready for attention. almost begging for it. that’s what you gave. sucking, licking and teasing, you soon bit it before switching to the other.

poor Larissa was a mess by now, a rag doll, the knot so tight it threatened to break without your permission.

pushing herself away, running from the pleasure that overwhelmed her, Larissa was held in place, hushed and cooed. “Not so fast kitten, cum for me. . . Cum for mommy.”

beep beep. . .

BEEP BEEP!!!

sitting up fast you tried to catch your breath. it hit you, blush covering your cheeks; you dreamed of it again. turning to side, switching the annoying noise of an alarm off before you faced your precious woman, sleeping peacefully next to you. . .

it became a reality that morning, Larissa purred for you that day.

#larissa weems #catrissa #fluffy #larissa x reader #larissa x you #sapphic #larissa weems smut #adult themes #why am i like this

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tanith-rhea · 1 year

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Hey! i have a smuty request hehe

you're Larissa's roommate and one day when she entered your shared room she finds you masturbating moaning her name... and well I leave it in your hand how this develops

if you're not comfortable writing this or simply don't want to is absolutely okey!

Unexpected Finds

Author's note: I'm horrendously sorry for the amount of time this took me. If you stook around, you'll see your request is the first thing I wrote in a loooooong while. Word count: 2.9k

“You are horrible at this,” Riss murmured with a teasing smile.

“To be fair, I told you I was, and you doubted it,” her nails were longer than yours; it wasn’t difficult to keep yours manicured but Larissa had long, nicely shaped nails and you had no practice with those. “Why are you complaining anyway? You can simply make them look however you want!”

“Did I complain? I think I simply made a remark on your disastrous attempt at painting them, that’s all.”

“Ok, shush!” her rumbling chuckle quickly had you both laughing even though you tried your very best to look pissed and not charmed.

Larissa had the ability to make everything she did look incredibly alluring or adorable. Not just textbook hot things or her cute nose scrunches and fond smiles. But hearing her yawn at eleven pm while studying for an exam you knew she could give a lecture about; her rambling and muttering under her breath at how insufferable some people were; her rare fits of anger which she would try not to show but would turn her knuckles white and make her respond to every comment pissily. It was all endearing when it was her who did it.

“I’m just trying to support you in learning new skills,” she shrugged like it was the simplest of truths, and she wasn’t at all very amused by the entire situation.

“Thank you so much for sponsoring my personal growth,” you rolled your eyes but smiled. Her own smiling features turned softer, the slight mocking turning fond like it so often did lately. She had no idea the effect it had on you.

“Sadly, although I appreciate your interest in my learnings, I think we should sleep. I know you’ll blame me if you wake up late tomorrow and it’s almost midnight.”

Despite your tender feelings towards Larissa, you couldn’t help but be a little annoyed at the changes she helped you mature into. Two months ago, you’d have kept her awake and laughing until three AM, trying to make her forget tomorrow you had class and spend more time with you. Now, you knew how important Larissa’s routine was for her and just wanted to be good for her, even if it meant giving up on pitiful attempts at doing her make-up or being teased for looking “so cute” with puppy-eye eyeliner.

She hummed, moving the notebooks, nail polish and other miscellaneous mess from the bed to the floor.

“If you say so,” she smiled again, still fond, but there was something in her eyes like puzzlement and you had no idea what it meant. “Care to make space?”

You bit your lip to avoid smiling too much, before putting your hair over one shoulder and laying down so Larissa could make herself comfortable on your chest. It had become a habit ever since your first “girl’s night” when you woke up like this and found you both liked it well enough.

Of course, you had the suspicion you liked it far more than she did, being so hopelessly attracted to her, but that hardly changed anything. If she didn’t mind waking up nuzzling your neck, with her limbs all over you like an octopus, you wouldn’t be the one to complain.

“Sweet dreams, Riss,” you whispered, subconsciously turning off the light.

“Will have,” was all she mumbled, knowing not to wish you any dreams at all, and your heart skipped a beat at that like it always did.

You woke up feeling warm. The pleasant smell of the shared covers blossomed comfort and familiarity in your chest as you inhaled deeply.

Larissa’s warm soft skin was all around you. Her nose was buried in your neck, her parted lips ghosting over where it met your shoulder and breathing heat softly against it.

As usual, her limbs encased you in a trap you didn’t mind not escaping from. Her arm was slung over you, hand so close to your face that a turn of your head would have your cheek pressed on her elegant fingers. But one thing was different.

You didn’t sleep together often. In the trimester you’d been roommates, you had only five slumber parties, and only on the last four of them did you share a bed on purpose. And, as you weren’t one to move a lot while sleeping, the likelihood of you cuddling her was relatively small compared to the other way around. But this time, it appeared your body wanted closer proximity, and your leg had welcomed hers between yours, as your hand rested on the exposed skin of her lower back. Larissa seemed to be blessedly content to continue sleeping, but you couldn’t know if she’d wake up when you tried to disentangle yourself. You partially didn’t want to, but it would be horribly awkward if she came to feeling warm wetness on her knee.

You were robbed of a choice by her stirring awake with a long, content intake of breath. Panic ran through your veins while her muscles tensed in that particular way while she stretched, leg going stiff and tortuously pressing against you while she hummed in your neck.

“G’mornin,” she grumbled, laying on her stomach almost completely on top of you.

“Good morning, person who’s trying to turn me into a pancake,” you joked to diverge her attention. Did she not notice? Was this the universe having mercy on you?

Her rumbling laugh immediately against your chest hurt as if your lungs were filled with more air than they were capable of managing and you wished you could hug her, press her onto the bed and drown her in kisses.

“Hardly my fault when you’re more comfortable than the bed.”

“I sincerely doubt that.”

She chuckled, “You’ll have to trust my impeccable taste, I guess,” her still hoarse voice felt almost like velvet as she half-whispered, and you could feel the warmth of her breath on your neck, lingering for a second.

With her there, in that fraction of a moment, still, as if waiting, you wondered if you should do something. Was she expecting you to? You wanted to feel the warm skin underneath her pyjamas, hold her against you with purpose, splay your palm and fist her hair, and bring her up to you. You wanted to press your leg between hers as well, see if she’d have the same reaction, if she’d make a sound-

With a sharp inhale, Larissa got up on her elbow, looking at the pillow beside your head instead of your face and smiled sheepishly.

“Unfortunately, some of us chose lycanthrope history over vampiric, so I’ll have to leave my personal mattress and get ready,” she tilted her eyebrow, but still avoided eye contact, and you couldn’t help but frown.

“Not my fault they like to wake up early, maybe next semester you should consider joining me in night classes,” you winked, deciding to let it go and at least make Larissa laugh a little before leaving.

“I don’t think I’d be able to concentrate,” she smiled, though, and put some books in her backpack without really looking at them, “But I’ll consider astronomy for the sake of staying in bed longer.”

You could see her in astronomy class. For all Larissa’s attempts to look practical and cynical, you’ve learned just how much of a dreamer she was, an idealist, she’d fit right in with the precise wonder of it.

“…with me?” you half-joked, trying your best at an impish, non-expectant, smile.

“You wish,” was all she said, and disappeared behind her folding screen to change into her uniform. You watched as her pyjamas were draped over the division, the rattling of fabric gentle and allusive, making your mind wander until you almost didn’t notice her saying bye.

Being her roommate was the best thing to happen to you in Nevermore. It was also the most tortuous experience one could put you through. You were still aching from moments ago, the memory of Larissa’s clothes coming off behind the screen, the pressure of her body on yours. She must have known, it was near impossible she wouldn’t notice your dilated pupils and flushed skin. Maybe that was why she left without even doing her hair.

Fuck, her hair. She was out there with long waves down, possibly for the first time in her three years at Nevermore. How would it look in the wind? You knew how it looked over her shoulders, whiter than her skin but just as soft.

Your thigh muscles tightened. You could feel an all too incriminating pulsing between them. She wasn’t here to see… it wouldn’t hurt her. You had done it before with her in your mind, but never after moments like this, they felt so familiar that all you could feel when she left was the heartache of not having her. Today was different. Today she left and you felt the ache of not having her against you, not having trapped her underneath you and sought what you needed.

Your pathetic moan when you finally slid your fingers into your panties could have made you laugh, however, all you could feel were tears of relief running down your temple. Your fingers were immediately soaked, you couldn’t remember being this slick in a long time and would be impressed if it wasn’t so maddeningly frustrating.

You pictured her on top of you, her fingers instead of yours massaging your clit and teasing you under her breath. Planting kisses on your shoulders and neck, skirting around your breasts with a sharp smile and making you squirm in anticipation.

It hadn’t been five minutes and you could already feel your orgasm building. Hell if she’d stayed just a few seconds longer, if she had pressed just a little more, you were certain it would have happened then; with her breath on your neck and her warmth and her smell. You were so close just thinking about it- Larissa…

“Oh my-” The loud sound of your bedroom door being shut should have been an ice bucket, instead it only triggered desperation. You knew her voice, even in that high pitch you seldom heard. If she ran out or stayed in you had no idea, but you needed to finish.

The adrenaline of fear only pushing you through more insistently.

You were panting, whining, arching on your back and squirming as new tears escaped your closed eyelids. It was over, she’d never look at your face again and it made you desperate.

A sob almost choked you as you finally came with Larissa’s name pleadingly on your lips. Though what really did make you choke was a soft hand on your shaking knee.

You opened your eyes to see her standing right beside the bed. She had an unreadable expression on her face, but her firm touch was grounding while you came down from your high. She sat close to your waist, moving her hand to rest on your stomach while she examined you with a purposefully controlled demeanour.

“Larissa…” you whispered, squeezing your legs together as if you could hide what you’d been doing, what she saw you do.

Her eyes shot up to yours, gleaming but not bright as they normally were. You hovered your hand atop hers, wondering if she’d let you hold it; she reached up and interwove your fingers without a word, bringing them to her lips ad kissing each knuckle.

You squeezed your legs harder, torn between fear and hope. Why wasn’t she saying anything?

“Why are you back?”

That, at least, got a small huff and a smile out of her, “I packed your books instead of mine,” she said with a voice hoarser than when she woke up. “That’s what you get for leaving in a hurry,” her eyes travelled down from yours, taking in your rattled state once more.

With your hand still in hers, she pressed it on the side of your head and gracefully straddled your stomach.

What was she doing? It didn’t make any sense. You would have known if… if she-

"You tied your hair,” was all your short-circuiting brain could come up with.

You got the pleasure of hearing her chuckle with fond amusement in her eyes, which was unfair and ridiculous on many levels considering the warm spot currently pressed against your underbelly.

“Is this relevant?”

”It could be-” you gasped as Larissa let out a small whimpering sound, eyes closed while grinding down on your hip bone.

Your free hand grabbed her thigh in an instant, the uniform’s skirt being a practical clothing item for the first time, and moved your hip to help her along. She let out a strangled noise and you could see her belly coil under her shirt. That was unacceptable; here you were, in thin pyjamas, dishevelled and undone while she got to look like a school prefect.

You sat up, Larissa settling on your left thigh as you did so, and let go of her hand to grab her collar.

“Are you sure of what you’re doing?” you looked her seriously in the eyes, hoping you were masking your plea well enough.

“Does it look like I’m not?” she breathed.

You had to breathe deeply and close your eyes to avoid her smug smile. You bit your lip to conceal your own tugging at the corners of your mouth, then it occurred to you, there are other ways one can hide. Larissa’s half-choked surprise at your lips and teeth on her neck made not smiling quite difficult.

While you helped Larissa ride your thigh with a steady hand on her hip, your other hand unbuttoned her shirt. She had a death grip on your right shoulder while her other arm rested around them, trapping you close to her. When you dealt with all the buttons, her unhappy whine from having to let you go made your heart race. Did she have any idea what she was doing to you?

“Shh, love, you’ll like it better like this,” you whispered, taking off your own top as she held your knees for support.

You made quick work of her bra, but once it came off you had to take a moment to appreciate how astonishingly beautiful she was. White, creamy skin, so hot it could melt all your thoughts away, beautiful full breasts with the rosiest, most charming nipples you’d ever seen. You wanted to look at her for the rest of your life.

Fuck, she’s gonna kill me.

Your hands splayed on her back and shoulder blades as you buried your face in her chest, kissing and sucking a bruise at the base of her sternum. You could feel her goosebumps under your tongue as you kissed your way to her left nipple, warm soft skin smelling of fancy lotion.

Larissa’s fingers wove into your hair and closed into a fist, locking your right where she wanted you to be.

The sounds she was making were becoming more and more breathless as her grinding grew erratic against you. She pulled you up into a searing and messy kiss that should have felt horrible but only made you burn with need, and when she gasped, muscles incredibly tight under your palms, you wanted nothing but to swallow every broken little guff of air as your pyjamas got impossibly wetter.

When her shoulders slumped and her weight fell on you, you could only hug her.

Pyjamas be damned, you could deal with it later. She breathed slowly and deeply on the crook of your neck as you traced soothingly up and down her back.

“I know you have class soon but I just want to stay in bed,” her voice had the quality of midnight half-sleepy rants and you hugged her tight.

“You also have class.”

She stayed silent for a beat, ”We have thirty minutes til the next one.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I take longer to look presentable, not everyone is magically perfect-”

“Not magic,” she interrupted, “…and you pull off the ‘I didn’t even try’ look annoyingly well.”

”Oh, do I?” she left your shoulder as you laughed lightly.

She looked exasperated — almost hurt, not looking at your face — and you wanted to change that immediately “If you don’t want to stay, fine-”

“I was just teasing you,” you hushed to say and tentatively touched her chin, making her face you, “I want nothing more than to stay the entire day in this bed with you. I could spend a week if we lived in a perfect world,” you kissed her chastely, hand cupping her cheek, and as you parted her eyebrow were knit together.

“So this isn’t just a…” she paused, looking down between you and back up, eyes gleaming with the stubborn determination you loved so much, “This isn’t just a product of decisions took in ‘the heat of the moment’?”

You gave pause for a second as well. If she was asking, maybe… “Is it to you?”

“No,” she said emphatically.

“Then no. I’d like to be your girlfriend if you’d like that. She only nodded and gave you a timid half-smile, you smiled back and laid down, dragging her with you. You could spend some more minutes like this.

I guess this one turned out ok, I'm sorry if it didn't, just very sparse minded lately <3

#larissa weems #student!larissa #student!reader #larissa weems x reader #female reader #fluff #fluff and smut #smutty smut #caught masterbating #answered request

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a-random-weeb · 9 months

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I hear your cry for inspiration and have come to help! Here we go! Hows about Dazai wing-manning for any poor soul of your choice!

OMFG YES TYSM I NEEDED EASY REQUESTS I LOVE YOU ANON!!

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა./づᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊° i shoot u >:(

૮꒰ ˶> ༝ <˶꒱ა./づᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.~♡︎ with love tho-

Kunikida was too perfect to be the poor soul

Ikik, this definitely isn't my best, for some reason when I have writers block my writing quality also just 📉📉📉😭

Warnings: Dazai in himself is a warning, this is crack

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Dazai shouldn't be allow in the same country as a woman, and yet here he was handing out dating advice.

"Let yourself relax! Be chill and cool about it!" Dazai beams, yanking Kunikidas notebook out of his hands and throwing it in the public garbage can of the city. Cars speed by as Dazai gives kunikida a small lesson on

"Hey!!" Kunikida hustles over to the bin, digging it out, "Don't throw my child in the trash!"

"You won't need that if you're gonna be anywhere within a 50 ft radius of a woman." Dazai continues, "You have no rizz or gyatt... What to do about that...?"

"Are you speaking another language?" Kunikida asks as a genuine question. Dazai chuckles, getting a horrible great idea

"No! Gyatt means 'lady', so if you say "you have a nice gyatt" it means "you're a nice lady"! Trust me, all the girls love to hear that." Dazai says with a mischievous smirk. Kunikida raises his eyebrow, but proceeds to take notes none the less.

"And what does 'riss' mean?"

"It's pronounced 'rizz'. Rizz means you're a nice guy! So if you say "I have so much rizz", it means I'm a nice guy and you should date me! In a less awkward way ofc!" Kunikida scribbles this down. Dazai continues to ramble and teach kunikida his "knowledge".

"I think it's about time you approach a woman! I'll take this for the time being!" Dazai once again steals kunikidas notebook, pointing to a random woman, "Go approach her!! I'll be watching!" He giggles, pushing Kunikida towards the lady who was peacefully walking before disgaurding kunikidas notebook once more in the public trashcan.

"To, hey girlie! You got a nice gyatt! I've got rizzler frfr!" Kunikida attempts. "I-I- meant have rizz and am rizzler!" He stutters. The lady cringes and awkwardly slips away, leaving kunikida confused and Dazai a mess of mischievous laughter.

"What did i do wrong?" He turns to Dazai, watching the brunette die of laughter.

"Oh, taking advantage of your ignorance is the best thing a man could ask for!" Kunikidas eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Whatever, where's my notebook?"

"..."

Safe to say he researched every word Dazai told him of. Poor thing, his whole face would be redder than Lucy's hair. At least now he understood why she walked away so awkwardly...

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I found listening honkai star rail background music while I write makes it easier for some reason. Idk, it's some find if magic shit

It felt so weird to write something not x reader

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aceiined · 3 months

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