#larissa weems fanfic
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Heyyy, love your writing!
It’s a bit specific but I was wondering if you could do a Larissa x reader fic where reader takes antidepressants but stopped taking them for whatever reasons then decided to start taking them again and gets really bad serotonin syndrome as her body gets used to the meds again? And Larissa is just concerned. Like just a cute fluff kinda type vibe???
Much love and take care x
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𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: FLUFF, serotonin syndrome (symptoms and definition below), numbness, emptiness, ungrounded feelings, restlessness, crying, soft love, literally so soft i melted writing this i love larissa
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AO3 link in title
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Serotonin Syndrome - a potentially fatal drug-induced condition caused by too much serotonin in the synapses in the brain. This is caused by a medication or mix of them building up high levels of serotonin.
Signs and symptoms include:
restlessness, insomnia, confusion, rapid heart rate, high blood pressure, dilated pupils, loss of muscle coordination, twitching muscles, muscle rigidity, nervousness, sweating, nausea, blurred vision, feeling like you're in a dream like state
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The covers gave you no comfort tonight - fabrics and scents you usually melted into only stuck to your skin like static. The darkness of the room was casted away by the welcomed silver light of the moon, but the clouds at the edges of your vision only fed restlessness and frustration to you by the spoonful as you turned over for what felt like the thousandth time that night. Your body felt stiff, stuck, tired as you continued to beg it for some rest.
You were back on your antidepressants after long days of contemplation. You didn't think it would be this hard, things never seemed this hard.. The blankness, the dullness that compressed your mind being oh so silent yet all too loud at the same time - the overwhelming presence and lack of your thoughts that stood stationary at the front of your mind pressed on with no will to stop. Your body felt heavy, your bones carrying an ache you wished to forget.
You moved to her side of the bed, bringing your knees close to your chest as you inhaled small pieces of her perfume. For how exhausted you were, the rapid hammering of your heart only served as a reminder of how much longer you could be awake tonight. The pounding in your ears didn't settle no matter how hard you tried to calm your breaths, and the constant inhale and exhale was taking much more out of you than you'd like to admit. You moved the covers off of your body, upset at the layer of sweat that covered your skin, and forced the cool air of the night to shock your system.
As waves of goosebumps appeared across your skin and shivers ran through you, your eyes wandered over to the golden light seeping in from underneath the bedroom door. Your lover sat beyond those walls, a goddess of comfort, a source of haven that you were so grateful to have. You longed to forget this heavy feeling. Running your hands over your legs, you thought of the comforting warmth that sat just past those doors, the gentle kisses, the softest touches, the sanctuary that was just feet away.
You breathed in through your nose, feeling the air swirl in through you until you felt your lungs max out, hoping that the action alone would calm the newfound pit growing in your stomach, and stood as you pushed the air out of your mouth. The long night had slowly turned into a dream to you, the chill you felt under the moonlight only adding to the pull that the golden glow gave to you. You felt weightless as your feet sunk into the rug underneath you, yet the weight in your chest was ever present the closer you got to holding your hand out towards the handle.
Wood, dark and ancient and carved and worn - the only thing that separated you from something you wanted so badly, from someone you wished to melt into. The doorknob shocked your fingertips as you took hold of it, the small spark of light being enough to cause your heart to rage on again. Your lips formed into a thin line, your mind blanking as the sudden thought of going back to the bed faded from your mind - you pushed forward.
The heavy door creaked as it moved, showing its age as your wish to walk into her presence quietly slipped away from you. Your mind acknowledged the fact that you had entered the space completely, but you couldn't help but feel disconnected from yourself - knowing that you had entered a new room, touching the cold planks under your feet, feeling the heat from the roaring flames greeting your side, yet not knowing if you were truly awake.
The door to your shared quarters shut with a click, and your eyes slowly made their way to the concerned figure presented at the desk. Her hair was pure white as the moonlight guided though each strand, but the flames that burned in front of her painted her features in a caramel hue. Her eyes, capsules that carried the ocean in their blues, wandered over your tired figure in growing worry - gliding over your wrinkled, oversized shirt, to the fidgeting of your hands, to the small heaves of your chest. She took in every ounce that you offered her, and damn did she read it all like a book.
"Darling.. Is everything alright..?" Her voice cut through the air like a hot knife to butter, her accent coursing through the room and wrapping you in its safe hold, the love, the worry dripping from it completely unhidden from your soul. It was hard to focus, your eyes moving in slow, blurred circles around the room that made the cloudy edges of your vision ever more present.
"U-Um.." You didn't mean for your voice to crack, didn't mean for it to break and weaken and fade out and run from you since you never wanted anyone to worry, since you never wanted her to worry… But you were hers.. and she was yours, so she knew the truth without asking.. So of course at the first sound of your voice escaping your lips in such a small way she was already up to her feet.
The soft pads of her heels stepping onto the large rug beneath her desk soon faded into heavy clicks against the dark wood floor, growing louder until they stopped in front of you. Her fingertips, gentle and soft with their touch, traced over the curves of each of your wrists. They circled around and traced their way up your arms, the touch grounding you and bringing you back to her.
Your eyes slowly focused on hers as one of her hands came to rest on the curve of your waist, the other moving to cup your cheek. It was easy to melt into her touch, to melt into the present when you were with her. Her thumb traced back and forth against your cheek as her eyes jumped from every little bit of your features, scanning your face with a quiet worry.
It was like your body allowed everything to crumble as you stood there in front of your love, the adoration and true care that radiated from her being all it took to let your true exhaustion show. A shaky sigh left you as your body felt heavy again, and your eyes, now glossy, finally opened again to meet hers.
"Darling..?" You didn't know if it was the way her thumb stopped moving against your cheek as she saw the true emotion in your eyes, or the way that her other hand sprawled out to touch more of your skin, or the way her voice got evermore quieter as she looked at your fragile being, but a choked sob broke through you with no restriction.. then another.. and another.. and suddenly you found the stream near impossible to stop.
"Oh, my love.. Come here, darling - I've got you, I promise.." Her voice lifted you into her trance, safe and warm, as she pulled you into her arms. She pressed small kisses against your hairline, her hands tracing patterns along your back as you pressed into her. Your hands were quick to grab onto the fabric of her dress, holding on as though your life depended on it, to find some sense of reality again. Your crying was quiet, yet wrecked your body with a release it needed as your tears soaked into her grey dress.
You listened as her rapidly beating heart came to a slow, the rise and fall of her chest becoming an easier task to follow as she asked you to breathe with her. Soon, the lightness that you were missing, that you seemed to be begging for, rose to your chest, your breaths matching and mixing together as the fire crackled on next to you, as the moon grew evermore present in the sky.
You felt her pull away, but before you could move, her rose painted lips were pressed against your forehead. It was gentle, full of adoration, full of pride… A blush was quick to grow on your cheeks as you watched the goddess pull away to meet your gaze, the smallest of smiles coming up to curl her lips. She understood every part of you, and seeing her acknowledge something so small yet so hard for you only made love settle in your chest.
"Why don't we get to bed, hmm?" You knew it wasn't a question, especially when she saw the exhaustion in your eyes, the heaviness in your stance, especially when the release you had just overcome started to present the toll it really took on you.
She was an easy woman to follow, a better one to try to please, so when her hand glided over to the small of your back with a small push towards the bedroom, it was as though your legs moved on their own. The haze that was over you was different than the one you had felt when you left the room, and you were so grateful that she was able to help you change that with just her company alone.
Your body sunk into the mattress, the foam latching onto your limbs and pulling you into it's welcoming hold. The covers were cold as she pulled them over you, something you appreciated when your head met the pillow. Your eyes were quick to close, the weight of your lids making itself known, but you still tuned into the rustling you heard throughout the room.
Just as the small sounds became white noise to you, they stopped completely and nearly prompted you to open your eyes, but the opportunity was taken away when you felt the mattress dip on the other side of you, replacing a hope with a lovely fact. Arms, hushed and secure, were quick to wrap themselves around you after you felt her body settle. You turned in her hold, your own arms coming to rest on her waist as you buried your head in the crook of her neck, your fingers lightly tracing the expanse of her porcelain skin.
The lingering smell of her perfume filled your lungs, and the soft hum of her heartbeat was something easy for you to sink into. Her hand pushed underneath your shirt, smoothing over the skin of your back and traced mindless patterns there. With another sweet kiss to your head, her voice, low yet soft, rang out in the new lightness of the room, "Sleep well, you sweet thing.. I promise, I've got you.."
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I LOVE WRITING LARISSA FLUFF COME ONNN
this one was very healing for me to write. i've been feeling a lot of emotions lately as i've forced myself to work through things and being able to have something like this was really helpful.
larissa is a comfort character to a lot of us, and i am so honored that someone trusted me to write something that can be so personal sometimes. we all need a person like larissa sometimes
im so sorry ive been mia LMAO so much is going on. im officially a double major (yippie lol) and im looking for a house with some friends and its midterm season andddd i increased my hours at work aaannnnddd ya know life LOL
BUT
im glad you all are so understanding <3 it warms my heart when you all still think of me or mention me because this is a really nice part of my life that i am soooo grateful for :)
here you go anon :) sorry it took so long - thank you so much for your patience <33 i hope you liked it!
xx,
~ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰
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#I’m sweating profusely#gwendoline christie#Gwen christie#gwendoline universe#Larissa weems#Larissa weems smut#Larissa weems x you#Larissa weems fanfic#Larissa weems x fem reader#principal weems#principal larissa weems#wednesday#photography#gwendolineuniverse
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Larissa Weems Masterlist
Mommy…Master List
Approach at your own risk... smut = * extra smutty=**
Series
First Times Chapter Series Masterlist
April Fools (Sex Pollen) Part 1*
& Part 2*
Dreams, You Say? Part 1*
& Part 2**
Pomegranate Lips Ch 1: Morning Cup of Black & Blush
Ch 2: Take Me to Coffee First…
Ch 3: Under Against My Heel*
Ch 4: Tipping Point
Ch 5: Nights Spent Together*
Ch 6: Hope
Ch 7: Healing Takes Time
Ch 8: ~In the Works (;
Jealous, Are We? ~sub!larissa xdom!marilyn xdom!reader Part 1**,
Part 2**
Bend us, Break us ~sub!larissa xsub!morticia xdom!Reader Part 1,
Part 2*, Part 3*, Part 4**, & Cupid Struck Thrice
What the Body Wants Part 1**,
Part 2** & Part 3
One Shots
Only For You
Bite Me ~young!larissa xyoung!morticia*
Too Far?*
Use Me**
A Long Day ~Fanart &Headcanons
Louder ~sub!larissa**
Tears of Care
Sweet Corruption**
Even Though…
Senseless ~sub!larissa*
Let Me Take Care of You ~sub!larissa*
A Break from Work ~sub!larissa*
Try Me ~sub!larissa*
Pretty Red Lips ~young!sub!larissa xyoung!morticia
Relax, Angel ~sub!larissa*
Why Me?*
Desk Activities*
Asking for It*
Mind’s Betrayal ~young!sub!larissa xprofessor!reader*
Fuck Me Dirty ~sub!larissa**
Last Straw
Bad Chick*
Pencil Skirts &Mommy’s Desk*
No Where Near Finished ~sub!larissa*
Breath, My Love
Careful What You Wish For ~sub!larissa*
More than just Sex*
I Take Care of What’s Mine*
“I love MILFS” shirt…
Playful Chemistry*
Women in Power make My Knees Wobble ~Morissa xReader*
Even the Boss Needs a Break ~sub!larissa*
Takes One to Know One ~Larissa xLady Lesso**
Tipsy Nights*
Give it to Me*
Hello Darling ~Larissa Weems Fanart
Mirror Reflection*
Initialized Necklace ~gn!reader
My Kind of Crazy ~Young!Morissa feat. Professor!Reader*
Larissa Weems’ Sexuality
Some Fun… ~Morissa xReader*
Mere Thought of You**
Fabulous Night to Remember ~Alrissa xReader**
Wonderful Introductions ~AFAB!Genderfluid!Reader*
Drunk Courage
Finally Seen ~gn!Reader
On and On ~Sub!Larissa xFem g!p!Reader*
In Times of Need ~Sub!Larissa**
Dinner Party Deals*
Marking/Branding Kink with Larissa Weems*
Numb and Afraid ~Soft!Larissa
Convince Me, Darling
Bait Me**
Music Lover ~Larissa Weems Headcanons
Spicy Fantasies ~Larissa xMelissa xReader*
Breath Play Fetish with Larissa Weems*
Everybody Needs Somebody
We Want Who We Want ~Holiday Bingo**
The Way You Adore Me (Like No Other) ~Fem!BestFriend!Reader**
Platinum Goddess to the Rescue ~Fem!Student!Reader
Give Me What I Want ~Bratty!Bottom!Larissa
Put You in Your Place ~Dom!Larissa xFem Switch!Bratty!Reader*
You’re Too Good for Me ~Larissa Weems xBrienne of Tarth*
Give It To Me Over The Phone ~Morissa (Sub!Larissa Weems xDom!Daddy!Morticia Addams) xFem Dom!Mommy!Reader*
Under My Thumb ~Dark!Mommy!Larissa Weems xFem Student!Reader*
I Don’t Go Down Easy ~Sub!Mommy!Larissa Weems xFem Dom!Daddy!Reader*
My Good Little Sluts ~Sub!Larissa Weems xSub!Lady Lesso xFem Dom!Reader**
Melting ~Sub!Larissa Weems xFem Dominant!Mistress!Reader**
When the Heat is Mutual ~Alpha!Larissa Weems x Omega!Marilyn Thornhill xFem Beta!Younger!Student!Reader (A/B/O{Omegaverse} Au)
Utter Submission ~Sub!Larissa*
The Filth We Share… ~Daddy!Larissa*
Quivering at Your Touch ~Sub!Larissa Weems xFem Mommy!Younger(20s)!Assistant!Reader (feat. Morticia Addams)**
Strip Me of My Power ~Dom!Larissa Weems x Sub!Bratty!Lady Lesso**
Take Me Back to Shore ~Broken!Wifey!Larissa Weems xComforting!Wifey!Alcina Dimitrescu(AlrissaAU)
Oh and I take Requests, so hit me up with your ideas 😉 Requests & Prompt-List
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Blue petals
Larissa Weems/fem!reader
warnings: 18+, NSFW, oral, fingering, sex pollen, pet names, swear words
words: 2000+
My requests are open!!
English is not my first language!!
A/N: hello darlings💚 im back and im back with a smut! i finally finished it and i think im happy with how it turned out. i hope you guys will enjoy it!!💚 let me know what you think!!
Principal Weems found solace in the quiet company of flowers whenever she felt overwhelmed. The plants in Nevermore’s greenhouse always were well-groomed and in the easiest way possible beautiful. She refrained from disturbing the botany teacher, so she would often venture to the greenhouse after her work hours.
However, a new plant had appeared in the garden. You were unsure how it got there and didn't have time to identify its species. Being a Nevermore teacher consumed most of your time. You decided to examine it over the weekend and, for now, simply transferred it to a pot and hid it at the back of the greenhouse to keep it out of sight.
On a Friday night, you were in your office studying the newfound plant. Searching some information in books and on some discussion forums for botanists. There was very little information about it, but it wasn’t poisonous. That’s comforting. You were scrolling through some articles and found the photo of said plant. It said sex pollen. You didn’t need more information to start sprinting to the greenhouse, hoping that no one got close to the plant.
How wrong you were.
While you were in your office, Principal Weems wandered into the greenhouse. There, she stood admiring the new plant you had acquired. It was remarkably beautiful, captivating her attention with its small size and vibrant, shining blue petals. She had never seen anything like it before. Curiously, she leaned in to sniff the plant, and its strong aroma awakened something within her, although she didn't think much of it. As soon as she heard footsteps approaching the greenhouse, she quickly left and returned to her office.
You rushed to the greenhouse to take care of the plant and started wondering whether you should inform Principal Weems about it. After all, some students might have interacted with the plant while you weren't watching. Yes, you should tell her. And with that, your walk to the principal’s office began.
Larissa didn’t know what happened, she was horny. She felt an intense urge to satisfy herself immediately, fearing that she might explode if she didn't. Her hands instinctively began to explore her body, starting from her neck and moving down to her chest. Her breasts were never this sensitive, and she was touching them through her blouse. She couldn't help but wonder how she would react when her most sensitive area was touched. Unintentionally, a moan escaped her lips. Just as she was on the brink of climax from the mere touch on her chest and neck, her blissful moment was interrupted by loud knocking. She quickly composed herself, making sure she appeared presentable and invited the person at the door to come in.
You walked into the office, Larissa seemed off, something was different in her, and for now, you couldn’t grasp what exactly.
“Principal Weems, hello, I’m sorry for the interruption but I need to inform you about a plant that was in my greenhouse.” You said quickly. You looked at her but she wasn’t saying anything, she was just staring at you. Her dilated pupils scanned over your silhouette. Were you dreaming? But the plant didn’t do anything to you. No, it didn’t, you were sure. So what is going on?
Fuck.
“Principal Weems? Did you go to the greenhouse today?”
“Hmm?” she shook herself from daydreaming.
“Did you go to the greenhouse today?”
“Oh yes, this new flower is exquisite, what kind it is?” Larissa said with a dreamy voice.
“Oh my, did you touch it? Or sniff it?” Please say you didn’t, please, please.
“Yes, I did. Why are you so tense up Y/N? Something happened?”
“Principal Weems, Larissa if I may, this flower produces something like, well it’s called sex pollen.”
“What?” That sobered her up a little. A sex pollen flower, that’s why she was feeling this way. “Oh my god, please tell me you are joking.”
“I am not, I’m sorry that I didn’t take care of it earlier. I just figured out what it is and walked straight to your office.”
“Fucking hell. Can I do something about it?” Larissa asked, her voice holding hope.
“Um..from its name, it only comes out of the body with..um intercourse or masturbation. You need to relieve yourself or someone needs to do this for you.” You told her, embarrassment visible on your face. You didn’t think you would be having this conversation with your boss. “I’m sorry I will leave you to it. If there will be some complications or something like that you know where to find me.” And with that, you left to your quarters.
Larissa was left alone, horny, and frustrated. She tried and tried. But anything brought her relief. She was left with only one choice.
Find you.
After you left, your mind wandered to the tall blonde and wondered how she was doing, specifically what she was doing. The images of Larissa pleasuring herself lingered in your mind. As you were getting ready to go to sleep, a knocking sound interrupted you.
You opened the door to see extremely angry Larissa.
“What happened? A-are there more difficulties? I don’t have an antidote yet.” You asked with worry in your voice, but when she looked at you with her eyes full of lust, you knew that wasn’t the problem.
“Can I come in? I don’t think it’s a matter I want to discuss where anyone can hear me.” She said nervously, fidgeting with her fingers. “I tried Y/N, and tried and nothing helps. I don’t know what to do now. I think I might combust in a moment if this feeling won’t disappear.” She told you, her voice whiny, you never hear her like this.
“I’m terribly sorry Principal Weems-”
“Larissa, please Y/N, we are over it.”
“Okay, so I’m sorry. Larissa, I don’t know how to help you. I wish I could but I don’t have any medicine or solution yet.” You said hanging your head low.
“I think I have an idea,” she said as she came closer to you. “Y/N, I will be honest, and you can do anything with it,” she said, taking a breath. “I find you very attractive, not just in looks, but also in your way of thinking. I would never tell you this, but the situation is extreme. So, darling, would you do me a favor and have sex with me? Please?” She looked gorgeous. How could you deny someone like Larissa? She was perfect in every aspect, especially when she looked at you with those ocean-blue puppy eyes.
You grabbed her chin and kissed her hard. Her lips felt soft and warm against yours. As your lips met, they parted effortlessly, inviting your tongue to explore. Your lips moved in sync, filled with urgency. When you needed to catch your breath, you nibbled on her lower lip before parting. You took her in, her hair messy, pupils dilated and full of desire, and her lips swollen. You couldn’t take your eyes off her, a slight blush crept on her cheeks from your stare.
“Come here.” You led her to your bedroom, keeping your mouths locked together along the way. When you felt resistance behind her you lightly pushed her torso. She landed on the mattress with a soft sound. Wasting no time you straddled her lap and attached your lips to her jaw. Moving lower to her neck, you searched for her sensitive spot. And when you kissed behind her ear, she moaned, so you stayed there, leaving light marks for her to find later.
“Y/N, please. I need you dear.” She moaned, her hips bucking beneath you. You quickly undressed her, starting with her shirt. Taking a moment to admire her, you gawked at her beauty.
“Larissa, you are so beautiful. The most perfect woman I have laid my eyes upon,” you said before attaching your lips to her neck again, but this time going lover. “Lay down for me,” you instructed, standing up and ridding yourself of the T-shirt and pants, leaving only your panties. You could feel her eyes roaming around your body.
Once again, you straddled her, your lips finding their way to her neck while your hands massaged her breasts. She was a moaning mess under you. You kissed around her nipples, never exactly touching them but when you did she let out a scream. And you were thankful for soundproof rooms in Nevermore.
“Oh, please, please Y/N. That feels so good,” she breathlessly pleaded, her hips rutting against the air. “I think I might cum only from this, please don’t stop.” So you continued, taking the other nipple in your mouth, sucking and biting it. The sounds that escaped from her mouth were heavenly. You wanted to hear them for the rest of your life.
“Fuck, fuck, yes! Oh darling, please, I’m so close!” She screamed, and with that she orgasmed. You never brought a woman to her peak solely by devouring her breasts. Her chest heaved as she took deep breaths. You moved away to give her a moment, but she grabbed your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. Her mouth hungrily met yours, teeth clashing together. The kiss was clumsy yet filled with desire and tongues.
“How are you feeling darling?” you asked with a voice heavy from lack of air.
“Better, but still Y/N I need more from you. Please touch me.”
“But I’m touching you, don’t you see?” you said with a smirk.
“Y/N, I want your fingers inside me. I need your tongue all over me bringing me to orgasm after orgasm. I need that so much. Please give it to me.” Larissa begged you.
“Your wish is my command. But for the record, I never took you for a begging type,” you said, lowering yourself to her stomach, and leaving a few kisses and marks in your wake. Her stomach twitched when you lowered yourself. “Can I take these off?” you asked.
“Yes!” she said quickly.
You nestled between her legs, her glistening folds in front of your face. Her scent overwhelmed your senses. You started by kissing her thighs, getting closer to her center. You gently kissed her clit, causing Larissa to whine as her hips bucked into your face. You began licking and sucking on her clit, listening to the moans that escaped from Larissa's mouth. One of your hands grabbed her hips to prevent her from moving while the other slowly approached her entrance. You slid your fingers inside her, feeling her wetness and heat. Curling your fingers, you continued to move them in and out of her, building a steady rhythm.
“Harder, please!” Larissa let out between her moans.
You added a third finger, pumping them faster and deeper, making her moan and writhe with pleasure. Her hips trying to match the rhythm of your fingers. She was lost in pleasure, her moans freely leaving her mouth.
“Oh fuck-” you could feel her tightening around your fingers. Her fingers tangled in your hair. Larissa's hips moved of their own accord, using your face for her own pleasure. “Please, don’t stop! I’m so close!” You could only emit a low growl.
Her movements grew sloppy, and she was on the edge of orgasm. You worked harder than ever to give her what she desired so desperately. And with another curl of your fingers, her body stiffened, and she let out a scream. Her thighs clamped around your head, and you allowed her to ride out her orgasm. When her movements slowed down, you gently removed your fingers, earning a whimper from Larissa.
Glancing at her blissed-out expression, you admired her beauty. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen from kissing and biting, but what fascinated you the most were her eyes, filled with emotions. “Are you okay?”
She looked at you with tired eyes and smiled gently. “Yes, I feel better. And I can assure you that we are going to do it again in the near future.” You chuckled at her response. She grabbed you and pulled you closer.
“Take a lady on a date first!” you giggled as she attacked your neck with kisses. “Maybe I will, but right now, I want to return the favor.” Your eyes widened as she smirked at you.
You didn't need any more encouragement. The two of you spent the rest of the night rather occupied with each other. It was a night neither of you would soon forget, and it was only the beginning of a passionate affair between you and Principal Weems.
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Nobody Like You
Happy Valentines! Whether you enjoy this commercial holiday or not, do/buy something nice for yourself! Larissa would want you to ;)
I suppose this is a more joyful part/addition to my story All The Time
Larissa Weems x StudentReader ~3.1k words
You knew of nobody who felt the same.
Nobody who recognized, no-
revelled in the beauty of women as they aged, as the depths of their emotion became more evident in their skin, as they formed crows feet, as they became wiser;
as they lived.
Nobody like you.
You always felt that it was rather odd, to bask in their light, their entire being, and let it absorb you completely, to the point where you cared about nothing and nobody else.
It hurt, knowing that they didn't feel the same about you.
It led you to believe that you were ugly, unwanted, a sliver of a soul compared to them, insignificant.
Recently, however, you've grown just a bit.
You’ve began to tell yourself that you are rather lucky.
You have the privilege to see what others don't and feel what they never could.
You have been graced with the ability to learn and admire.
Women have taught you many things over the years, although, you didn't realize until now.
You have been blessed with the ability to adore and cherish them, perhaps when nobody else cared to do so.
As odd as you may feel, pressured by societal norms, women make you feel alive.
You allow your dark thoughts to get the best of you, until you remember that there is good in everything.
Something has to make you feel, you have to live for something.
And so, despite the hurt, and the confusion, and the guilt, you let it make you feel.
You let yourself feel and you tell yourself that maybe women deserve you, in a way that you're willing to give and a way they're willing to accept.
Maybe they deserve to be admired, maybe they deserve to be cared for.
Maybe they deserve to be looked at like they hung the stars and crafted the moon, maybe they deserve to feel beautiful.
Of course, you didn't think 'maybe'; you had no doubt they did.
But they have been beaten and bruised and used, and therefore they didn't see it in themselves.
You knew they didn't.
So you thought and thought and finally accepted the fact that maybe this was your purpose in life, no matter how insignificant you felt.
Maybe your purpose was to make women feel worthy, by a gesture, a compliment, or a glance, even if you didn't feel worthy yourself.
For perhaps maybe one day a woman would come along and do the same for you.
And until then, you'll long for them, admire them, and soak in their beauty in the way that you're willing to, and in the way that they're willing to accept.
And until then, that will be enough.
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You were observant, very detail oriented. People always told you that.
It gave others the illusion that you cared.
That was a good thing, and you took it as such.
That was, until those times where being observant hurt, where the fact that you actually did care so much hurt.
It hurt when you noticed her become increasingly tired, more irritated, and less enthusiastic throughout the year.
It hurt when you saw less of her, when the events became more bland, and when that usual sparkle in her eyes as she spoke dulled.
Usually it was with utmost passion, but lately, you could see that she was forcing it.
Faking it like her life depended on it.
You could chalk up your recognition of these changes in her to your observant nature, you could.
But, you knew it was way more than that.
She was your inspiration, your motivation, and your love.
She was the beauty, madness, and order of the entire universe.
And, she was sad, lonely, and tired.
So no, you didn't just notice her or recognize these changes; they were thrown at you with force and left bruises on your chest. They bled internally and seeped through your tissue to your heart until it hurt.
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You winced as she stepped up to the podium, stumbling as she failed to pick her heeled foot up high enough.
No, she didn’t fall, for if she had have, you would've ran up to her, despite being more than ten feet away, and caught her as she did.
Instead, she recovered and gave a sheepish smile to the crowd. You smiled back to make her feel better, knowing she wasn't looking your way.
You watched with bated breath as she walked through the corridor, face void of emotion.
Nothing wrong with that, really, people would tell you that you had resting bitch face.
But, as it was characteristic of you, it wasn't characteristic of her.
Usually she greeted students with a smile that gave you the strength to get through the rest of your day.
Sometimes she even gave you a nod or a wink, or if it were a blessed day, a gentle hand on your shoulder as she asked how you were.
But now, as she strutted through the crowd of teachers and students, you knew that she was tired.
One night, you found her at the weathervane, ordering a hot chocolate and a croissant.
It was a Friday night as she sat at a booth across from you, your heartbeat picking up rapidly as you watched light hair and long legs stride past.
You didn't know much of her personal life, she was your principal, after all.
But, despite your inability to understand why, you knew deep down to your soul that she was lonely.
Lonely like you.
And as you watched her sip her hot chocolate alone, her eyes wandering around the café and painfully landing on you, you thought that you were rather lucky, and you made her a promise.
You would never stop trying to make her feel beautiful.
You would never stop trying to bring her some joy.
Maybe you were young and naive, and maybe you were nothing to her, but some kind words and a kind gesture, someone who really cared, could mean the world.
You really had nothing to lose, (besides your dignity) and so, you put your pride aside, and made it your purpose to help her feel worthy; even if you didn't feel worthy yourself.
You smiled, she smiled back with a nod. Standing, you grabbed your drink and made your way to her booth. As you stood across from her, reluctantly gazing down into her blue eyes, you found that they held galaxies, the secrets of the universe, the weight of the outcast world, and perhaps the normal as well.
"May I?"
She nodded, gesturing with a gloved hand to the empty seat across from her.
You had no clue what to say. Well, without sounding totally creepy.
'How are you? Sad, lonely, bored, scared, confused? Because I am.
But I'm just clueless and young, and I'm just obsessive and dumb, and you are…intelligent and worthy and beautiful.
There is nobody like you.'
No, you couldn't say any of that, because she didn't know you like you knew her, and she didn't love you like you loved her, and she didn't think you were worthy like you thought of her.
"How have you been Principal Weems? I haven't seen you much lately, busy?"
She nodded and let her gaze fall to her hot chocolate, "Yes, it's quite busy this time of year. Very tiring."
'Of course it is, it must be busy running a whole school, let alone a school full of outcasts.
It must be busy planning events in hopes of keeping our heads out of the gutter and opening our eyes to the world.
It must be tiring caring for us when nobody else does, being the only one who gives a shit and being the only one to try.
It must be tiring fighting to live with yourself, it must be tiring praying and hoping to finally feel happy, to finally feel loved.'
Because it was, you knew, it was every second of everyday.
It was busy. It was tiring.
But you didn't say any of that.
You looked down at your hands as you twisted them in your lap.
"If it's any reconciliation, I think Nevermore is running really smooth lately. I feel safe here, and I really enjoyed the last event that you planned."
Suck up? No. You probably sounded like it, hell you were expecting her to say it.
People have in the past when you were just trying to be…kind.
But Principal Weems wasn't judgemental or rude, she wasn't a prude, and she wasn't suspicious of you.
A crooked smile pulled at her lips as her eyelashes fluttered, "Thank you, darling."
She placed an open hand on the table, your eyes flit between it and her gaze, then you placed your hand in hers.
"I appreciate your acknowledgement, I'm glad you feel safe here."
Of course you would acknowledge her, yearn for her, bathe in her entire being, feel safe under her authority, feel safe in her care.
Of course you would admire her from afar and wish that she would at least notice you back.
Of course you were trembling, attempting to steady your hand in her soft and gentle touch.
"Of course. We see how hard you work for us, how much you care."
'We' really meant 'me', but she didn’t need to know that.
For maybe the teachers and your peers and the people of Jericho noticed, maybe they noticed her input and effort, maybe they saw her anger and fear, maybe they knew of her loneliness and betrayal, but you were the only one to say anything, you were the only one to give a shit.
You were the only one to do something about it.
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And do something you did.
February came around rather quickly, your peers making Valentines and 'Galenites' plans in front of your very eyes.
You didn't think much of this commercial holiday, but you knew that some dreaded the day, being surrounded by people who had someone who loved them. Or at least liked them.
And since you had no partner, no love, no like, and no real friends; you had no plans.
No plans until you willed yourself to make some.
You planned with more effort and care than you ever had in your life, pushed away your immense fear of rejection, and made a promise to her.
For when the day came, you would make sure she knew she was admired, and you would make sure she knew she was cared for, as she had done for Nevermore.
As she had done for you.
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That morning, you printed a photo from a recent outing, one in which you were standing next to her, your smile stretched from ear to ear, unlike any other photo you had ever taken.
You made your classmates sign the back as a kind gesture for the principal, hoping to make it look as though you were not the only one in on it.
During your lunch you basically ran into Jericho, to the flower shop and the Weathervane.
When school ended, you made your way to your dorm and grabbed her things.
Walking to her office with pride in your chest and butterflies in your stomach, you prayed that she would be there. Yet at the same time, you knew that she would be.
With bated breath you stared at the large wooden doors, closing your eyes and reaching out a hand.
Show her she's beautiful, show her that you care, show her that she's not alone, show her that you love her.
You knocked, and backed away.
The door opened with a creak as the principal gazed down at you.
She trailed her eyes over the items in your hands, a red gift bag and light pink roses, and a question rang in her head.
"Hello darling" she smiled, scrunching up her nose as she looked down at you with interest.
"Hi Principal Weems" you nervously stuttered.
She tilted her head in confusion, and then she understood.
"Those are beautiful roses you have there. I assume you want my help in their delivery, perhaps?"
Your heart fell as she peered down at you, eyes weary, lips pulled up at the corners with a soft grin that would let one believe she was alright, that she was fulfilled, that she was happy.
But, you knew better, it was her fake smile, her professional façade, her signature expression that screamed 'I am the headmistress and nobody can get to me'.
Show her that she's worthy.
You shook your head. "Um, no actually. They're for you."
You held the flowers out, watching as blue eyes landed on the roses being presented to her, mouth opening slowly in disbelief.
A hand reached out carefully, "For me?"
You nodded with a smile.
She took them and opened the door, moving a hand to your back to invite you in.
Placing the roses on her desk, she admired them as her head swam.
Was this a joke? Would she have to explain to you why she couldn't fancy you back? What was going on? Why? Could you really just be…innocent and sincere?
You could tell that her thoughts were going a mile per minute, so you stepped closer.
"I just wanted you to know how inspiring and cared for you are."
Her gaze quickly turned to you, eyebrows furrowing in attempt to understand, to believe.
Noticing her skepticism, you placed the gift bag onto her desk.
"We wanted to get you something to say thank you, that's all."
She reached for the bag and pulled out the framed photo, her eyebrows softening as she found students signatures and comments on the back, a special note from you.
She chewed at her bottom lip, and your heart swelled with joy at how beautiful she was.
Running a slender hand over the glass frame, she set it on her desk along with the roses.
Her eyes, filled with mirth, met yours as she reached into the bag and found a package of croissants from the Weathervane.
A grateful chuckle escaped her, and she placed a hand on her chest as she pouted.
You ran a hand through your hair nervously.
"I uh- I figured you had plans tonight, so I'm sorry if I'm keeping you from them. I just wanted to give these to you now, otherwise I probably wouldn't have at all."
The principal looked to the ceiling as a toothy smile puffed out her cheeks.
The lines in her skin became more defined when she smiled like that, and you longed to reach out and trail your fingers along her skin.
She was truly gorgeous, her smile was your lifeline.
You couldn't help but press your lips together into a small grin, desperately fighting the urge to burst at the seems.
She dropped the croissants onto her desk and opened her arms to you; you hesitated, looking up at her with what you hoped she would know was sincerity.
Her eyes watered and her lower lip trembled, and you let go, throwing yourself gently into the woman as you felt her long arms pull you against her warmth.
"Thank you, love, thank you" she whispered, sniffling into your hair.
You closed your eyes as you felt yourself tear up, and focused on the softness of her dress against you, her skin against yours, sighing as you finally felt comfort, finally felt care.
You were honestly proud of yourself. To see her happy, even if for a moment, to see her smile again, it was worth it, embracing your purpose.
She pulled away and wiped her eyes, looking down at the pink roses once more.
"I really appreciate you thinking of me darling, but I'm sure you want to get to your people."
You embarrassingly followed her gaze to the pink roses, rubbing your sweaty hands on your pants.
"I um, don't have any plans, or people. But I'll go, I'm sure you have somewhere to be."
Her gaze met yours in surprise, she tilted her head to the side in question.
"You don't have plans tonight?"
It was adorable when she did that, like a curious little puppy.
You shrugged, "No."
She pursed her lips into a lopsided smile, "Me neither."
Principal Weems wouldn't tell you how she really felt, for you knew her professionalism was of utmost importance. Her job, her image, her look, built up from the ground, her character exuded confidence and sophistication.
But occasionally, you had the ability, the privilege, to see through Principal Weems.
Sometimes when you looked deep enough into her eyes, into her soul, you found Larissa.
And Larissa, well she was someone you yearned to know.
She was someone you longed to touch.
She was someone you knew that you'd love.
And, you felt as if, right now, you could see a little bit of her, unwillingly yet necessarily crawling her way out after years of hiding, as she stared back at you with appreciation and tears.
Larissa had wished deeply that she would find someone with whom to make Valentine's plans, or maybe even just normal everyday plans.
But as the years went by, she lost hope.
And so, she stopped trying, she stopped caring, she stopped feeling worthy.
But, you came along, to her total surprise, with a kind and thoughtful gesture.
She scoffed on the inside, who would think of their principal on Valentines day?
Who would buy gifts for a lonely old woman?
Who would notice, who would care about her?
As she asked herself these questions, her brain ceased its fire, for she found the answers in your lingering gaze.
Her heart paused, or so it felt like it, when she realized that for the first time in a long time, someone could see right through her.
Someone could see her façade wear off, her failure to pick her heeled foot up, her rapidly dulling eyes and her loneliness.
Someone could see it, and that someone cared enough to do something about it.
And, as if you knew her brain suddenly filled with self doubt and panic, you summoned the courage to tell her exactly how you felt.
"I admire you very much, Principal Weems" you hesitated, "and Larissa. I hope I'm lucky enough to be as beautiful as you are one day, inside and out."
Someone thought she was beautiful, someone admired her.
Someone looked up to her.
Someone thought that she was worthy.
Someone had no plans for Valentine's, and she shivered at the thought of someone following in her footsteps, her unlucky streak of lonely and sorrow filled years.
Her heart ached as she thought about how someone felt just as she did.
For nobody had gotten to her before, nobody had attempted to get past the force that was Principal Weems; nobody had cared enough to find and to know Larissa.
Nobody like you.
"You know, I have Valentine's cookies that I was going to bake by myself."
Larissa chuckled at her embarrassing admittance.
"Would you like to bake them together?"
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I’m Glad I Chose Nevermore
Larissa Weems X Fem Reader
No minors!
Warnings: Smut. Oral and fingering. Angst. Comfort.
You arrived at Nermore as the Vice Principal. You had so much hope for the new job. But the Principal of Nevermore wants nothing to do with you.
Enemies to Lovers
Sitting at your desk in your office you frown at the email that you just received from the School Board of Nevermore. You have been the Vice Principal at Nevermore for 6 months and you're already getting in trouble. Not that it was entirely your fault. It all started when you applied for a teaching position at Nevermore. You wanted to get away from the city and decided to turn over a job at a prestigious school in New York City to teach students who you believed you could truly help. The board who gets the applications first decided to contact you directly and not pass the application to the Principal. With your experience they asked if you would be interested in a new position they were creating; the Vice Principal. They explained how the past year many things happened and that it would help the school out. You decided to accept the offer because again you believed you would be helping.
How wrong you were. The board had surprised the Principal, Larissa Weems just a few days before you were to arrive that you would be the new Vice Principal. You could remember your first time meeting her. You could tell she was tense and didn't like you. She didn’t even try to hide it. You knew she did not want you there. You also couldn’t help but see how beautiful she was. You could get lost in her eyes. When she stood you were blown away by her height, her long legs, and her figure. You had to quickly distract yourself from staring at her. You were pretty sure she saw though. She had shown you your office and quarters, handed you the keys and disappeared. That was most likely the longest conversation you ever had. At first you were so naive and thought with time she would come around. That was not the case though if anything it was getting worse.
You were always given meaningless work by her. Many binders of past budgets, curriculum, and whatever else Principal Weems could find littered your office. You felt that you never got anytime with students. Any of your ideas she would instantly shut down. You knew she was not going to stop until you quit. You began to feel hatred towards the woman which confused you because even when she was yelling at you, you couldn't help but to just want to kiss her bright red lips. It was the last straw of your already strained working relationship when she had offered to let you lead the next staff meeting. You thought maybe that things were finally moving the right direction. You prepped the material she gave you and was ready to finally show what you are capable of. However, you quickly learned she had tricked you and she gave you outdated information. You bit your bottom lip so hard as she explained in front of everyone that you should be better prepared for a meeting that she asked you to do over a week ago. You were humiliated, you were done and there was so much tension in the room that you could cut it with a knife.
Now staring at the email explaining that the board has heard of tension between you and Principal Weems. It went on to explain that there was an important meeting where she gave you a chance to show yourself and was not prepared. They were worried that you might not be working out with the current staff and causing issues. They were giving you 90 days to learn how to work with the staff at Nevermore or else they were going to find someone else. You took a deep breath and slammed your computer shut. Standing up you walk quickly out of your office to find the real root of the issue and you find yourself in front of the Principal’s office. You thought about just storming in but that would be unprofessional and get you nowhere. You knocked on the door maybe a little harder then you meant you heard the soft come in.
When you entered the office you saw her smile completely disappear.
“Can I help you, Vice Principal?” She asked, tilting her head.
“Principal Weems, you know why I am here. I’m sure the board has contacted you about me not getting along well at the school.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “I wouldn’t be surprised if it was you who contacted them”
You saw her smile, she wasn’t even going to deny it. You mentally kick yourself when you think about how you wanted to kiss her.
“It’s my job to look out for the students and this school and if I see an issue I try to fix it.” She was so smug.
“An issue you're causing.” You uncross your arms as she stands up and comes to stand in front of you.
“I would be very careful what you say next.” She sneers in your face.
You take a step back and shake your head. “No I’m done with being treated like someone who is doing something wrong. You have blocked me every time I tried to do something. You won’t even give me the chance to be something good for this school.” You could hear your voice getting louder.
“Maybe that’s because you are not needed here.” She simply said, turning her back to you looking towards the fire. You can see her facade dropping a little.
“I applied for a teaching job and they contacted me about this job. I was hesitant. I never planned to be in administration. I’m not here to take your job. We could have been good colleagues, maybe even friends.” You couldn’t help but think about maybe even more than friends.
Larissa stepped from the fire back in front of you, “you think I would want to be your friend?” She laughed in your face.
You were stunned you couldn’t speak. You didn’t understand how she could be so hateful with you. You watch her with her students and others. She’s so nice and so caring with them. It’s why you know she doesn’t mean these things. Or at least you hope she doesn’t. She’s just scared you're going to take her job.
“You are just miserable and lonely and want to make me feel that way also.” You didn’t mean it. But the words slipped out. You saw the look in her eyes. It was not just anger but hurt. She believed the words you said. You felt bad. This is not how you wanted it to go.
“Get out.” You were frozen in your spot. You knew you messed up.
“I’m sorry I didn’t…”
“Now” you jumped at the louder volume in her voice.
You quickly turned and excited her office. You felt your eyes begin to sting. You knew you shouldn’t have said that. You also knew that she was wrong with what she said. But the look in her eyes she truly believed what you said. You had to fix this. You walked towards your quarters and shut the door. The tears fell as you slid down the door. You should have just stayed in the city.
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It has now been a month since your argument with Principal Weems. She only spoke to you when she had to. She also didn’t give you any meaningless work but she also didn’t give you anything to do. So you decided to take time and get to know the students. You talked to them, listened to their complaints and what they would see better for the school. You hated what you said to Principal Weems. You couldn’t help but notice she had withdrawn herself some. Today you set up a volleyball net you ordered to get some students outside for a beautiful day. Today was a perfect day with no classes and beautiful weather. You were teaching Enid how to serve and get it over the net when you looked up to see Larissa looking down at you. You could have sworn you saw a smile but now she had a stern look on her face. You couldn't look away. She looked so sad. You said something to her that she truly believed was true. You knew she was wrong for the way she treated you. But it seemed a fact that she was insecure and she felt threatened. You watch as she turns around and heads back into her office and a volleyball hits you in the head.
“I’m so sorry, Vice Principal.” Enid looked at you with scared eyes.
“Don’t worry about it Enid I wasn’t paying attention. Why don’t you all play for now. I have something I need to do.” You waved at them and headed to your quarters.
You showered and changed into some comfortable clothes. You headed to Principal Weems office and knocked. You heard the soft voice telling you to come in. You stepped into her office and found her in front of the fire sitting and sipping on wine.
“Oh it’s you. I thought you were out playing with the students.” She smirked at you.
“I was but I thought it would be time to apologize for what I said a while ago. I should have never said it.” You sighed seeing her take a sip of her wine not looking at you.
“Why apologize, you were only telling the truth.” Her voice sounded so broken. You hated seeing her like this no matter how you have been treated.
“That’s not true, I was upset. I just wanted to be useful for this school to help you. To help these students. I’m not your enemy Larissa.” You didn’t mean to let her first name slip. But sighed with relief when she just looked at you and shrugged.
“Well I don’t need any help. The school was just fine before you showed up.” She said taking a sip again.
“I’m sure it was.” You walked and stood in front of her. “I meant what I said. I don’t want to take your job away from you. I just want to help. I would like to be your friend. You don’t have to feel lonely.”
Larrisa didn’t say anything. This past month she has seen you in a new light. The way you were with the students. You took time to listen to them. To make sure they are okay. She knew what you were saying was true. She stood up and you took a step back. You swallowed. You knew you crossed a line.
“I’m sorry I…” before you could finish your sentence Larissa leaned down and crashed her lips against yours. The kiss was sloppy and needy and you moaned into the kiss and gripped at her waist. She pulled back and you wimpred at the loss of touch. Before she could say anything you pushed her back in the chair and climbed into her lap straddling her and kissed her lips. She was surprised at first but wrapped her arms around your waist pulling you closer. You pulled back gasping for air looking into her eyes asking if she was okay with this. Her lips crashed against yours again as she licked your lips. You granted her access and you couldn’t help but buck your hips against hers. You felt her moan into the kiss and you knew you wanted to show her and give her attention. You pulled back and slid off the chair to your knees.
“Larissa I’m going to help you feel good.” You ran your hands up her creamy thighs pushing her dress up to around her waist. You could see her soaking in lacy underwear and smiling at her. You were giving her one last chance to tell you no. To push you away. When she lifted up some you took that as an okay and you hooked your fingers in her underwear sliding them down. You kissed on her thighs as you tossed the underwear to the side.
You looked up at her through hooded eyes. “Just relax Larissa, I got you.”
She nodded and you ran your tongue along her slit. You couldn’t help but moan against her mound at hearing her moan. You circled your tongue along her clit pressing pressure and sucking at the sensitive spot. You listened to her moans to guide you to what she wanted.
“Oh god yes right there don’t stop.” She panted out grabbing your hair pressing you closer to her. You wanted to give her more and slid two fingers inside her curling them. You could feel her thighs tighten around your head and you move your fingers faster. She was trying to muffle her moans as you sucked harder on her clit.
“I’m so close. Yes, just like that.” She cried out bucking her hip lightly against your face.
You looked up at her and pulled back still pumping your fingers. “Just let go Larissa.” You went back to giving attention to her clit. You didn’t want to take your eyes off of her. She was so beautiful right now. You could feel her clinch around your fingers as she cried out orgasiming. You lapped up her cum and slid your fingers out. Looking up at her you sucked your fingers cleaning her off them. She just looked at you with her mouth slightly opened trying to catch her breath.
“Do you feel better?” You asked standing up.
Larissa pushed her dress down. “Yes thank you.”
You smiled down at her sitting there and you wanted to reach out and touch her cheek but that was too intimate.
“It’s okay to let go of control sometimes.” You felt a little shy all of sudden. You wanted this to be about her but you needed to touch yourself to relieve yourself.
“Goodnight Larissa.” You said leaving her office.
You walked back to your room and closed the door. You don’t know if you made things worse. You didn’t know what tomorrow would hold. But you enjoyed pleasuring Larissa. You wanted more and you hoped she did too. That night you laid in bed and touched yourself with the same fingers you had inside Larissa moaning her name.
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Things ended up being a lot better between the two of you after that. You guys spent time together drinking wine in each other's offices. Most times it led to sex. It was rough and needy and felt amazing. You guys got to know each other and became friends. You wanted more but you felt she didn’t. Your 90 day review came and went and you still had your job. You felt like you were doing good for the school.
You were back in your own quarters after spending the evening with Larissa in her office. You could still feel her long fingers pumping inside you hard while she had you bent over her desk. It felt great but it also felt like it was missing something. You wanted to be touched and feel loved. You wanted something more than just sex. You wanted it to be more than just that. You wanted it to be more with Larissa. You felt the tears falling down your cheeks. You knew you had fallen in love with her. You knew when she apologized for how she treated you when you first arrived at Nevermore. However you were just a friend to her. Someone she could use for relaxation. It was just sex for her. You were torn. You needed to stop it for your own good but you didn’t think you could. You would take what you got.
The next night you were in her office as she poured you both a glass of wine. She sat down on the couch next to you handing you yours. She could tell something was wrong, you were quiet and reserved.
“Darling, are you going to tell me what’s got you so quiet tonight?” She asked, placing her hand on your thigh. She could feel you tense and pulled her hand back really concerned now.
“I’m sorry Larissa I guess I’m tired.” You lied. You knew she would see right through you.
“It seems to be more than that. We are friends, you can talk to me.” She said looking at you with concern in her eyes.
You couldn’t lie to her. You had to tell her. “Larissa, am I just sex to you?” You didn’t mean to come out so bluntly.
Larrisa looks at you confused, “no we are friends too. I thought I made that clear.”
You sighed and shook your head, “ no I get that but when we have sex…” you decided to just get to the point. “Larissa I know saying this could ruin everything but I have feelings for you. Feelings that’s beyond friendship. I…. I love you.” You couldn’t look at her, you knew you just messed it all up.
Larrisa just looked at you for a few seconds. “Darling, please look at me.”
You looked up at her and you didn’t see anger in her eyes. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said anything.”
Larissa looked in your eyes and could see the vulnerability in them. You were telling her how you feel laying it on the table. There was no doubt in your eyes. She never thought anyone would look at her like that. She had put up walls to not let her feel that way towards anyone. These past few months you helped build her up to become a stronger person and tear those walls down. You never doubted her even after the way she treated you. Here you sat in front of her, baring your soul and she felt her own heart swell.
“Come here.” She pulled you onto her lap and you straddled her. She ran her finger along your cheek. “Darling it’s more than sex. Let me show you.”
She stood up as you wrapped your legs around her waist and she carried you into her quarters. You had never been here before. You let her kiss you as she made it to her bed and laid you down gently. You looked up at her. Larissa climbed in the bed and on top of you. She kept kissing you and let her hands roam your body. You were lost in her touch and the way she was looking at you. She slowly undressed you, taking her time kissing on your skin. It took longer for you to lay naked underneath her as she let her hands roam your body.
You whimpered when she pulled away. “Patients my darling.”
You watched her as she began to undress herself. She wouldn’t let you help. You then watched as she took her hair down. You have never seen her hair down before she looked like an angel as her curls fell down her back. You reached for her as her lips crashed against yours and her naked skin was flushed up against yours. You have never felt this close to anyone. You spread your legs letting her lay in between them. You could feel her so close. You wanted this for so long. She kissed along your jaw moving her hand down your stomach and above your folds she slid a finger in between them smiling at your gasp. You close your eyes arching your back pressing yourself against her.
“Darling, open your eyes, please look at me.” She smiled when you opened your eyes.
“Larissa, please I need you.” You begged, finally getting your voice.
Larissa smiled again and slid two fingers inside you and moved them slowly. “Keep your eyes on me darling and listen to me.” She kissed your lips as you moaned and nodded.
“You are way more than just sex,” she spoke moving her fingers, “you have made me feel things I never thought I could.” She pressed her palm against your clit, smiling at you as you moaned. “I love you too.”
Your eyes keep looking at hers as she kisses you passionately. “I love you so much. You have made it possible for me to love.”
Her confession pushed you over the edge and you felt your whole body tremble underneath her as you came gripping at her shoulders. “Oh god Larissa, don't stop.” You needed more of her. You couldn’t get enough. You felt her fingers slide out of you and you whimpered as she put them in her mouth.
“You taste amazing.” You almost came again with her words. She began to kiss down your neck taking her time at your chest. She left open kisses along your stomach. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of her. She began to kiss on your thighs. Your breath caught in your chest as she buried herself in between your legs. She sucked on your clit before running her tongue down your slit and slid her tongue inside you. You put your hand in her hair moaning her name.
“Larissa oh god yes right there.” You arch your back catching her eyes. You could see the love. You were loved back by her and again you felt yourself being pushed over the edge. You kept your eyes on her and she licked you clean of your release. She kissed back up your body and kissed you passionately as you wrapped your arms around her neck.
“Do you still think it’s just sex darling?” She asked, smiling at you, moving some hair out of your face.
“No Larissa, that was amazing. I love you.” You smiled up at her still breathing heavily. Never in a million years did you think this is where you two would be when you first arrived at Nevermore.
Larissa smiles at you and pulls back pulling you into her arms as she laid back. You laid your head on her chest. “You want me to stay?” You asked.
“Of course.” She smiled down at you and you reached up kissing her lips.
“I’m glad I chose Nevermore.” You said as you felt her pull you closer.
“Me too darling.” She ran her fingers along your bare back as your eyes drifted close. She was thankful you didn’t give up on her, that you truly loved her for who she was. She closed her eyes, keeping a hold of you with never planning on letting you go.
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Simply because, she cares
Larissa weems x fem reader
Warning: slight depressive talk, fluff and care
Larissa immediately knew something was wrong when your entered her office. There was simply a shift in the peaceful air of tension of the atmosphere. You sniffed as you slammed the door harshly the rage building back up as you stormed into your shared bedroom with larissa. Larissa lifted her gaze making brief eye contact with you. Her heart sank completely.
You looked like you wanted to curl up and die, you had tears in your eyes threatening to spill out as your nose flared, clearly showing that you were on the verge of having a mental breakdown. You quickly averted your eyes from her gaze and disappeared into the room slamming the door.
You felt tired, hopeless, depression, utterly exhausted beyond sleep fixation, and mostly worthless. Before you could even reach the bed a loud painful sob escaped you. Larissa's heart was deeply troubled, it was at that point she placed down her pen and got up from her seat.
She sighed as she took off her heels and her jacket. She slowly approached the door and softly knocked.
" my love?" Her voice was soft and filled with deep concern. True sympathy - one you never understood. Larissa's love for you ran deeper than the ocean. She truly cared, she truly loved, she truly protected and provided for you.
"Y/n please don't shut me out again.... darling?" You were getting more agitated by the second. You wanted her to be mad at you.... probably because you were mad at yourself, or maybe it's because everyone else was. You needed everyone one, including larissa to scold you for making mistakes and simply being human.
You were far to harsh on yourself, you knew that obviously but you found comfort in that pain. You were your biggest rival. There's times where your soul desperately wanted to be happy - needed to be happy but that everlasting pain was all you knew, all you ever felt. So that's why when larissa came into your life with so much love and joy, sympathy, understandment it was hard to accept it. It was hard to understand it.
You didn't even know why she loved you so much, as if you died she would be the loneliest woman on planet earth. Maybe it's because you don't quite understand what love is because you never had it or practiced it on yourself.
Larissa twisted the door nob then finding out that the door was unlocked, from there she gently sneeked her way in. There you were on the bed curled up into a small ball crying. Your mascara ruined and your face completely tear ridden. Larissas shoulders dropped, as if she wasn't expecting what she saw - again with the sympathy.
" Oh darling come here" she cooed gently sitting on the bed and tapping her lap. You looked up at her from the pillow, the mascara remains taking the stain on the white material. You looked at her deeply. Trying to figure out if you were one, dreaming or two maybe she was lying.
Her deep caring blue eyes stared back at yours, truth,meaning and love shined through them. She looked like she had all the answers to your troubles and problems and was willing to help if you would just let her in. You couldn't help the feeling of feeling like an equation. Waiting to be solved and placed away in a box and labeled as useless. But larissa would never do that.
No one hurts you more than yourself, your a big overthinker and that's the sharpest part of the knife for you. You sniff as you carefully got up and laid in her lap. Larissa laid back against the pillows and placed pulled you up with her, making you lay on her chest.
She doesn't say anything. The silence was killing you. You needed to know what she was thinking. If she thought she should divorce you, go on a break, take you to see a counselor, scold you for being the way you are. But again that's not who larissa is. That's not the woman who proposed, the woman who's vows where to love you even in your illness.... she simply cared for you and you didnt know why your heart refused to believe it.
As If she was reading your mind she spoke up, her voice cracking as though she shared your pain - felt your pain.
" rest your mind, my love, it's been quite mean to you" she whispered kissing your temple. And there it was. The kiss of love. Her soft voice and cold gentle finger tips running through your hair as you slowly started to drift off to sleep. Your body fought against it, larissa is busy and has better things to do, your disrupting her work, you own her an explanation. Oh shut up mind, you stopped fighting the sweet desire and fell stead fast asleep.
You were slowly brought back from your depth when you heard larissas sweet voice mumbling some sweet nothings in your ear while her nails lightly strached against your scalp. Somethings like ' I genuine love you' ' your pain is my pain' ' your ok in my arms'. Your heart felt weak and fluttered. You felt like your were in heaven.
You slowly opened your eyes, adjusting to the lighting of the dim light on the bed side table. It was most definitely past 6, which meant you were probably laying in larissa ls arms sleeping for atleast 2 hours. Larissa is a busy woman who has almost a thousand things to do and for her to chose to lay here with you will always be appreciated and cherished from the deepest depth of your heart.
" she's back, are you feeling OK my love?" It was a stupid and rhetorical question, she knew that. Obviously you weren't ok, you didn't even tell her what was the problem yet.
Tha pain of the world immediately came back to you, and she noticed it. It was as of sleep was your only escape but she wanted it to be her, and only her. She wanted you to trust her with all of your problems.
She took your chin in her fingers and brought your face up to hers, sapphire eyes piercing into your dark soul setting light upon it. She kissed your nose and you gaved her a faint smile before giggling when she proceeded to leave pecks of kisses all over your face. It's a good thing her lipstick is stain proof or your entire face would be red right now.
She chuckled as she left one final kiss to your forehead.
" since i've got you to smile and laugh what monsters have been clawing at you?" She asked sincerely, your smile faded quicker than it appeared as guilt and that never ending cycle of pain filled your beautiful eyes. Your eyes started to gloss over again as you avoided larissas inetesene and worried stare.
She quickly grabbed hold of your face and forced you to maintain eye contact but you pulled away. You quickly got up and stood facing away from her. Larissa sighed in defeat, she really thought she was making progress but still she was not mad at you. And will never be.
Not because she has to put up with it but simply because she cares.
" darling come here" she spoke softly voice breaking as tears filled her own eyes. When she got no response she stood, still keeping her distance, choosing to give you the acquired space you needed.
" please my love, y/n just tell me what the problem is your breaking my heart!" She shouted, not intentionally but she did. You looked up at the mirror infront of you, meeting her gaze quickly. She looked stressed, you were adding to her stress. Your pain hurts her as much as it hurts you and possibly even more, and if not it leaves her scared.
You turned around and slowly walked up to her before hugging her. Wrapping your arms around her neck as she wrapped hers completely around your waist pulling you in to get you as close as she can. Her body heat brought your peace and harmony. Happiness even. You felt refilled, refreshed.
Her hugs always give you hope and possibilitys.
"I'm sorry for shouting" she mumbled and you shook your head pulling back a bit.
" I get it your upset and stressed, I would shout as me too" you said handing your head low.
" that doesn't justify my actions y/n, I had no right to shout at you regardless of my emotions, as your partner i should have control of that and not get upset every time your broken" she spoke sternly. She held your hand and placed it over her chest. Feeling her heart beat you smiled and looked up at her.
" my heart beats for you by y/n/n, it whispers your name and this is not poetry I'm speaking the truth. When your sad I'm not like oh my gosh this shit again, no, I always wanna help you in everything and with everything, so please don't leave me in the dark" her words were like a soothing melody. You sighed and sat down on the bed pulling her with you.
" have you ever felt like the majority of the things that happen or are said to you are your fault" you asked her and she looks at you like she's either confused or doesn't know how to answer the question without making you feel worst about the situation.
"ok like, I dont know how to explain it" you said in defeat sighing. Larissa held your hands clasping your fingers with hers.
" you don't have to know the answer to every problem my love and that's ok. Life is a dark unfair exhausting mystery and on some days it might get darker and harder to find that spark of joy and happiness but just know I'm always by your side no matter what and your not in this alone" she whispered looking at your reaction to her every word carefully.
" thank you rissa, I love you and thanks for supporting me and always going that extra mile" you whispered. She chuckled rolling her eyes playfully.
" I'd travel to the end of the world for you" she cooed kissing your temple.
" promise me something darling" she said all of a sudden in a very serious tone. You turned your body in her direction, giving her your undivided attention just as she always does. She tucks a strand of hair behind your ear behind speaking up.
" stop being a monster to yourself." There's so much more she wanted to say, could have said but she chosed not to. She simply chosed to comfort you in this storm of pain and distress.
" I promise " you spoke confidently. She smiled brightly causing you to reflect it.
The both of you began kissing passionately, you slipped your tongue into larissas mouth in hopes to win for dominance but that's simply a game she was way to good at. She pulled you onto her lap and held the back of your head as she deepened the kiss making you moan before pulling away.
" there she is" she chuckled holding you tightly.
" here I am" your spok before she held you flush against her chest pulling you to lay down with her.
" hey what about your work?" You asked looking upbat her. She looked down and smiled at you.
" what about it, sweetheart? Now sleep" she muttered, slowly starting to drift off to sleep when her eyes began to get heavy. You smiled at her, slowly drifting off to dream land aswell. She simply loves you......
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𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛
(𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)
Summary: Larissa was stressed and just wanted a good fuck.
a/n: this fic contains some mothering bits (mentions of breastfeeding) and lots of smut. also thanks to my girlfriend for beta reading this <3
warning/s: NSFW
The whole kitchen smelled like coffee–dark, steaming, black coffee, some scent of cinnamon rolls, and of course, Larissa’s favourite tea. You were having breakfast by the counter, still in your fluffy robe, hair was damp and dripping down your neck. You didn’t care as you took a sip of your coffee, then another, eyes fixated on the newspaper on the counter.
Larissa stepped in, already dressed, her make-up wasn't done but her hair was in its typical updo, so immaculate and perfect. She greeted you with a kiss on your clothed shoulder, hands clinging around your waist to pull you flushed against her front. She could smell the body wash on your skin, richly sweet and fragrant, it made her want to lick and savour your skin. A surprised squeak pushed past your lips before chuckling at your wife’s antics.
“Mmm, good morning.” she smelled the coffee from your breath, so she leaned reaching for your lips. Once satisfied after pecking your lips, she bidded you a good morning.
And you could tell it was indeed a good one as her hand snuck in the little opening of your robe and fondled your breast, then flicking the firm bud while the other was wandering over the smooth material until it found its way inside and cupped your cunt, her breath heavy on your neck. The tip of her middle finger was right in between the lips, prodding the warm, wet spot. Now aching.
All the previous thoughts you had vanished, the pressure of the heel of her palm on your clit was dizzying, you had to press both hands on the counter to steady yourself. “Larissa.” A shaky breath. It should have been a warning but it came out as a plea when the finger that was toying with your slit thrusted in, your body jolting. It went in smooth and easy and fuck your eyes rolled to the back of your head. She started pumping her finger. It didn’t start out slow.
Her mouth was warm, too, and wet as they enthusiastically devoured your neck, her intrusive thoughts winning over when she bit and sucked harder enough to leave a bruise which meant you had to wear your hair down today, maybe do some colour correcting and concealer for extra caution. But it had been days, maybe a week without being all over each other and rutting on each other’s fingers and face, you could understand her need and feel her ache.
“We should have showered together,” her voice was rough, expressing her regret. She should have had you against the wall, her face on your cunt as the warm water dripped down your bodies.
“We still have time.” came your response, your hips moving suggestively into her hand eager to feel the pleasure brought by her fingers. “Fuck me.”.
“Am I not fucking you already?” She curled her fingers inside of you to prove a point. She squeezed your breast and toyed with your nipple some more before it switched to the other. Her mouth was clamped down in between the space of your neck and shoulder, sucking another bruise. You let her.
However, in the midst of exchanging knowing glances and wicked smiles, the sound of little feet running bare across the hall connecting to the kitchen prompted the both of you to separate right away.
Larissa busied herself in the sink, washing any trace of you on her fingers before she wiped them off with a kitchen towel and kneel to greet your daughter. “Good morning, you little bugger.”
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Larissa groaned, unable to keep focus on her work anymore. The more she forced herself to get things done the more her mind refused to function. She stood up, closed her laptop. As much as work that was needed to be done, the Principal was unlikely to focus with the heat continuing to burn and ache in between her legs, powerfully distracting her.
Of course, she wasn’t an idiot, she had thought about relieving herself like many times before while fantasising her toys were a part of you. While the deception worked before–very well for the matter, it failed to do the same thing now. She had a bottle of wine already opened, a glass waiting to be filled, but halfway into pouring the liquid and unbuttoning her dress, to get her nipples hardened, Larissa stopped. She went out for some fresh air.
In the hallway, Larissa felt the urge to pin you right on the spot when she caught a glimpse of you walking toward her direction but your eyes were too focused on your phone to notice her. She took a quick scan, no one was around. With her heart thumping fast, Larissa’s pace increased, she took you by the arm and pressed herself on you, lips coming to your ear. You were trapped in between her body and the wall.
The wall was cold against your back. She had her arm resting firm on the side of your face while the other smothered the sound of your gasp by cupping your lips, pinky on your upper lip as the thumb caressed the underside of your chin.
Your wife’s tongue licked the shell of your ear, despite your years of practice to restrain these noises in public, a moan still clawed its way out.
“Hello, sweetheart.” She purred back, hands roaming your sides. She felt hot against you. And God, the emptiness when your cunt clenched to nothing felt devastating.
Quickly, you were ushered to the nearest room possible, “Here” she shut the door with urgency, her lips barely leaving your own.
“We’re in a classroom.” It was empty, yes, but it bothered you a bit.
“It doesn’t matter.” The sound of your zipper going down drew the cheekiest smile on your lips. Your trousers fell. Larissa smiled even bolder. Her hand slipped in.
“On the desk.”
Larissa thumbed you open, her tongue darting out to taste the slickness of your cunt. Fuck, that felt good. Your face twisted in pleasure, mouth gaping, and eyes rolling to the back of your head once more. She hummed, appreciating how wet you already were. You must have been thinking about her, too. The wetness was proof.
Finally, she thought, as her tongue deepened into your slit. In and out it went. Then lapping with gusto. Her nose coming to nuzzle the little aching bud of your clit. But the world stopped for her when you pulled away, putting a hand on her shoulder. Your phone was ringing. She wanted to grab it and smash it on the wall and continue licking you but she didn’t.
“I’m sorry,” You mouthed, thumbing her chin to wipe away the juices that coated her. “I’ve to answer this.”
She moved to give way, you stood from the desk, kissed her on the forehead, “Hello, yes, this is she…” you kept talking, pacing in the room half naked before you decided to collect your discarded items.
Then it ended. Larissa patiently waited for you to get on the desk, eager to finish what she started. “Where’s my underwear?” You were only able to get your hands on your trousers.
“I’ve no idea, darling. Now, come here and let me finish. I swear to help look for it later.” she grabbed you by the hips, eager hands palming all the way up under your blouse. You shook your head.
“Baby, I have a meeting. Mr and Mrs Fritz are already waiting for me in my office, I’ve to get there immediately. I’m sorry.”
Your cunt was still damp, rubbing on the seams of your trousers when you sat in your office chair, grimacing at how uncomfortable it felt and wished to heavens that you could have at least finished before receiving the call.
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It was a little later in the afternoon when Larissa eventually gave up and hiked her dress up. She was sitting on her chair fingering herself while clutching your stained underwear. Some of you was still in her tongue, your smell lingering in her nose—a cruel reminder of how she had you for only the littlest time today. Then a knock broke the sloppy caress of her fingers.
The woman gritted her teeth. She intended it to be fast, just for the sake of getting off, but how could she come when five minutes into it someone was already frantically knocking on her door?
This put the notion of having a custom made “Do not disturb” sign in her head because it appeared that having her doors locked wasn’t enough to keep people away. And the only thing stopping her now was her position as Principal. She was the Principal. She couldn’t exactly have that thing hanging on her door knob for a plethora of reasons.
The door revealed it was a delivery, “For Larissa Weems?” an assortment of lilies with blue roses. She took it from the delivery guy, her forehead creasing from frowning. She read the card.
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The familiar car halted in the driveway with a screech, not only did it startle you, but it also made your cunt throb from the anticipation. Larissa had made it home by six, it was the earliest she could do. When she read the card earlier, the frown was replaced by a warm, soft smile.
It took only quite a few impressive strides before the woman was flinging her arms around your waist. Being at the receiving end of this smoldering, hot look, coiled with her never ending affection and hunger for you, made you want to strip right there in the living room, but one accident for this week was enough although a kiss wouldn’t hurt anyone…
With both hands cupping her face, you kissed her, just kiss her with your lips resting on top of hers, unmoving. It was innocent, and adoring. Larissa pulled away, catching her breath.
“Where’s our daughter?”
“Asleep.” You took her coat off and gathered the handbag she dropped by the door, “Papa built her a swing in their backyard and when I came to fetch her she was already dozing off.”
“Go say good night.” Larissa pressed a firm kiss on your lips before she went to your daughter’s room, trying to be as light footed as possible not to wake the two and a hlaf year old troublemaker.
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In the bedroom, Larissa Weems was half naked, flushed on the bed with you on top of her. Her dress was open, her pink nipples were sodden, and puffy from being brutally sucked and licked. The plumpness since bearing your daughter didn’t go away as she expected, and fuck, you always lose your shit when you see them or just even feel them against her pajama shirts.
Larissa whimpered, her hand cradling the back of your head as she rubbed her centre against your knee while you continuously licked the pulsing nipple. Your teeth grazing the sensitive bud drawing out a sharp breath. She shuddered. You stopped, diverting your eyes back up to look at her. She was already looking with her half lidded eyes. Larissa watched how you purposely drew your tongue out to lick each nipples. The eye contact didn’t falter.
The feeling of your mouth on her had her own pussy throbbing, the friction she was making against your knee was not enough.
When you reached a hand out, your mouth was still latching around a nipple, to the bedside table and pulled the knob to the first drawer and quickly grabbed the purple strap and lube, Larissa froze. Her cheeks warmed to the sight of the silicone strap.
You felt a hand circling your wrist, her expression became soft and bashful, “Can you—“ she paused, cheeks reddening. You raised a brow. “Can you use it on me…tonight?” her voice sounded small, shy, like you hadn’t had your mouth on her tits.
She was expecting it was her who was going to use that thing on you, but oh, you had other plans than riding it for yourself. You kissed the underside of her boob before you shifted. Lips lingering on her throat. “You didn’t have to ask.” you bit the flesh of her neck before you withdrew yourself on top of her and put the strap on, still half naked as well.
With her now on top, still clad in her dress with the buttons on the front undone exposing her pert breasts, the skirt bunching up around her waist, you snapped the dainty, black underwear. Now her cunt lay bare for your eyes, slick and glistening, so pretty too. She moaned your name, bucking her hips, the tip of the cock nudging her clit.
She bit her lip. Her eyes were begging. “Please, please, please. Fuck me.” It was a desperate plea. If you had a real cock attached to you, you would have felt it ache, felt it hardened and stir for her cunt and fuck, you would have loved her lips around it, bobbing her head up and down as she took the whole length of you down her throat like the slut she was.
“I need you.” she said, desperately that made it even so entertaining for you.
You propped yourself up with your elbow, your middle and ring finger going in your mouth to saturate the digits before they made contact with her slit. She moaned. You kept stroking it slowly, feeling more juices than expected then circling the swollen clit. “This is all for me?” She nodded vigorously.
Her muscles tensed when you pressed harder on her clit. “More,” she moaned. You looked at her, and found her with her head thrown back in pleasure. Her nipples were hard, she was sweaty and flushed. “More, baby, please. I need more.” What would you give to impregnate this woman with your own cock.
You grabbed her by the thigh, kneading the firm muscles. She bucked her hips. More. She wanted more. Your fingers went straight up her hole. Her cunt was easy to adjust, clenching around you as her hips started to move.
Larissa, being on top like this, already on the verge of tears, begging you with her tits exposed from her blouse and cunt dripping down was exactly how you needed her to be.
“Fuck, you are gorgeous, Larissa.” Both of you and your wife were staring, just lovingly, and intimately gazing at each other, sweat and blush covering you both from chest up to your faces.
As you were about to reach for her hand, hoping you could kiss her knuckles before pounding her cunt raw was interrupted with the creaking of the door open, your daughter, who similar features as your wife, stood in the doorway dressed in her onesie, one hand clutching a plushie dinosour’s foot and the other was rubbing her eye.
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Looking from the foot of the bed, you saw the breathtaking innocence in your daughter’s big blue eyes. Just like her mother’s, you thought. She was looking at you and Larissa back and forth. She was sleepy, confused, and just happy to be in her mothers presence after being with her grandparents all day long.
Finally decent, well thank the Gods you didn’t both strip all the way and saved your daughter from the horror and trauma of what it possibly could have been if you did. “Hi there little miss.”
She beamed, finally getting acknowledged by her mama. You rose from the bed, “I’ll handle this. Stay in bed.” Larissa nodded, her lip worrying in between her teeth.
“Mommy! Love you!” Brielle exclaimed seeing Larissa looking at her. She then stretched her small arms up and made a grabby motion with her hands, signalling to be picked up by her mother.
You took her but she was still looking at Larissa, pouting her cute lips and just begging to be handed to the blonde. “Did she just ignore me?” you asked your wife, giving her an incredulous look and then to Brielle who just wanted the blonde so badly. Larissa only laughed.
Little Brielle crawled all the way to Larissa and settled herself on her mother's lap, her head falling on the blonde’s chest, whose dress was now buttoned. “Mommy,” she patted Larissa’s breast.
“Oh,” you knew what the gesture meant. Larissa gave your daughter the same wide-eyed look, surprised that her daughter was asking to be breastfed after a while of being bottle fed aside from solid foods. The problem was that Larissa stopped lactating, that was why you introduced her to bottled milk in the first place many months ago.
“Mommy has no more milk, love. How about maman make you some milk in your favourite bottle, the one with pink butterflies. Would you like that?”
She shook her head, “Mommy,” she firmly said, tapping the breast again. The expression your daughter had told you she wasn’t going to take any bullshit excuse and was firm on getting what she wanted. Larissa blamed you, saying she got the attitude from you. You made no attempt to deny it.
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You went into the kitchen while Larissa was held hostage by your daughter, happily suckling from the woman until she finally fell into a deep slumber. Larissa did wash first, of course before caving in to your daughter’s inexplicable urge for breastmilk even if she had nothing more to offer than puffy, pink nipples which were now extra sore. Fucking hell, she was sore from her nipples down to her cunt.
Larissa rubbed her nipples over her pajama shirt, she pulled a stool and sat on it. It was visible how tired she was and yet her body was still craving for a good fuck, or maybe a cold shower to numb the ache in between her legs. No. A good fuck was better. She groaned, running her fingers through her messed up bun.
A good fuck that world seemed to be depriving her of, not because you were incapbale of giving it to her, but damn, she had had enough of being disturbed. She was so close to combusting, her orgasm be damned.
The gentle glow of the kitchen light made her appearance more softer and she hated (loved) that charming look on your face as if you were yet to be drained by this day. You made your way to her and wrapped your arms around her waist, your chin gently resting on her shoulder. “Do you still want to fuck?”
Larissa’s ears instantly went pink, her nipples tingling for your mouth. She was extremely starved for sex. And when your fingers started to toy with the waistband of her pants she felt her cunt leaking again. She spread her legs further “Yes...” she exhaled. Her hand clamped around your wrist pushed your hand deeper. “Please, fuck me. I just want to get over this and sleep for twenty-four hours straight.” With all the Nevermore induced stress, Larissa deserved to be railed and sleep for the next twenty-four hours or so.
You giggled and buried your nose to her shoulder, sniffing her scent, then your lips kissed the junction of her neck and shoulder. “Enjoy the ride, babe” she felt you grinning onto her skin. “I’ve got you,” and with that, she felt three of your fingers entering her altogether. There was pain from the stretch, her teeth digging to her plump lip.
Larissa felt the searing pain as you languidly drag your digits in and out of her, the sloshing sound when the whole length disappear into her sodden cunt made her cheeks appear more flushed, her whole body getting warmer, her sweat gathering in the valley of her breasts and down her spine. She wasn’t going to last long but she tried to hold her orgasm as much as she could.
“I should fuck you more like this.” you whispered, feeling her pussy clenched around your fingers. She responded with obscene sounds of her positively enjoying the way your fingers felt inside her cunt, encouraging you more.
She turned to kiss you ardently before moaning into your mouth and sucking your lips. “Deeper, love. Fuck. I need you deeper.” Without exactly knowing when was deep, deep enough. She just wanted to feel you, all of you.
When she came, Larissa whispered to you, ushering you to move right in front of her so you did. Your fingers were still soaked, and your muscles burned, you held her face and pulled her into a kiss. You felt her relax, her shoulders dropping, her arms coming around to wrap you.
“We’re cleaning the kitchen before we sleep.” Larissa said, making you both laugh. You nodded in agreement.
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HOW SHE SHOWS HER LOVE TO YOU
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Words of affirmation
It's natural for Larissa to just drop some compliments from time to time. She can't avoid it, you're her person, and that's not taken for granted.
Larissa likes how you react, all flustered and smiling widely, it is so smooth for her. Seeing you like that gives her the courage to hang on in her busy life. Just to get back to you tomorrow.
She hates it when you talk bad about yourself. When you do so, she stops you covering your face with kisses and reassures you.
She has some lovey-dovey nicks for you, but these are the ones she uses the most:
Dear
Sweety
Sunshine
Lighting star
Physical touch
Ok, with the type of workaholic we all know this woman is, Larissa commonly collapses on you by past midnight. The touch of your skin drives her to heaven, not only sexually, but also mentally. So Larissa is quite touchy every day, always looking for your hand or waist unconsciously. A really touch-starved baby. Well, a big touch-starved baby.
Sometimes, she doesn't really know what's going on with her, so she just gets lost in your arms and nuzzles your neck with her nose, before kissing you passionately. It really calms her down and lets her think about the problem she has.
And, if you can't sleep, she presses against you, lulling you to relax you.
Acts of service
She thinks of you a lot throughout the day, so sometimes, if she arrives and you are still working on your laptop, she usually makes you tea or something of your preference. Or, if you are sporty, making you the protein shakes. Even if you are just doing your hobbies, she would worry about asking how are you doing and encouraging you to continue with those ideas, even if you don't see their end.
Gift giving
Even if she prefers to spend your free days cozy together at home, she also likes going out, to the shops that you two like at Nevermore. And, sometimes, the things that got your eye appear in her hands or on bed days later.
Quality time
Larissa, with her job as Director of Nevermore, can't save that much time she'd like to be with you. But she covers you with love all the time she has. When she is doing her duties, Larissa can't help but think of the evening, when she'll get out of there and come back to you.
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2. Lover’s Blood
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October Challenge Day 2: Lover’s Blood
(Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader Smut) (Period sex; Oral sex)
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“Well don’t you look ravishing,” she breathes, voice dipping into the sweetest purr as she slides her chin onto your shoulder and slowly winds her arms around your waist.
The feel of her clothing against your body, bare and damp from the shower you just stepped out of, is a little uncomfortable - but you find that you simply don’t care when she slowly pulls you back into her front. Letting you lean on her so she can get a better look; not even bothering to meet your gaze in the mirror and instead paying more attention to the beauty that is your nude form. All for her to admire. All for her to have.
“You’re insatiable,” you murmur, trying to hide the growing smile that pulls at your lips.
When she looks at you like that, eyes dark and focused, committing you to memory, tense with the desire to feel and touch, the cloying sensation of being wanted tends to cloud your judgment. She’s very persuasive, after all. And very talented with her fingers. And her tongue. And you watch, entranced, as the slim beautiful soft planes of her palms glide over your stomach and press into your skin. Gentle. Kind. Caressing and loving because she can’t ever get enough of you.
“Mmm, pot calling the kettle black, darling.” The little rumble in her throat, whispered right next to your ear, makes you shiver.
“I um- I-” you take in a quick sharp breath as those red lips go skating up and down your neck - hovering over your skin, bringing goosebumps to the surface, before she ends her torment and starts pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. “I-…”
“Hm? You…?” Her voice is tilting, teasing, fading into blissful silence as her mocking hangs in the air and her mouth continues to leave bright red marks along your skin.
“Um-” There’s something you have to tell her, you know, but your mind is currently running around in one big flustered circle. Your eyes can’t remove themselves from the mirror. They trace her every move - even as she meets your gaze over your shoulder and keeps you there, tightening the arms that have made their home around your body. “There’s um- I have to- um.” You really just cannot remember. It was something crucial though, something that would stop the- oh.
Devilishly tapered fingers, perfectly manicured, dexterous and long, slowly tighten their sudden hold on your nipples. Twisting, tugging, all so slight and gentle, bringing your body forward to try and ease the tiniest edges of pain.
“Larissa-” you gasp, seeing how her brows set over her eyes. Is that a smirk on her lips? And a blush on her cheeks?
“What is it, my love?” Her mouth moves against your skin, huffing soft breaths to make you shudder. “Cat got your tongue?” And she takes that moment to lick a stripe up the side of your neck, her long pink tongue a delicious contrast to your heated body, forcing your lips apart in awe.
She’s slow, so slow, as she smiles. The sharp edges of her teeth revealed behind sweet red lips.
You swallow.
You have to remember, you know, before this escalates. It was something to do with- to do with-
“Oh shit,” you groan, letting your head drop forward as your arms rise and you push your forehead into your palms. “You’ve gotta be fuckin kidding me.”
You remember, unfortunately, and with that, your libido takes the hint and starts to cool. Larissa’s lips pull away instantly, and you watch through the gaps in your fingers as she straightens to her full height. There’s a frown on her lips.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” Oh her compassion is so lovely, always so lovely, but the poor woman will most certainly be let down. Cursed by your body. You tsk at yourself and shake your head, letting your hands drag down your face before flopping at your sides.
“No,” you roll your eyes, “it’s just- I started my period yesterday.” And you give her an apologetic look, saying ‘I’m sorry you can’t fuck me senseless’ with just your eyes.
But Larissa doesn’t see that. In fact, she doesn’t see the problem at all. She blinks, instead, and tilts her head slowly. Then her blue eyes narrow and you fear, for just a moment, that you offended her somehow.
“I’m not a coward, darling.” It’s said so succinctly, with such dear confidence, that you can’t help but giggle. Your body jumps in her hold, making her pull back with a look of stern believability. You watch, amused, as her arms cross over her chest. “I’m not,” she states again, firmer this time.
You give her a placating smile.
“I know you’re not, my love, but still. It’s… just, no.” You can’t help the way your nose wrinkles.
Menstruation is normal, of course, and if Larissa were on her period, you’d have no qualms - but you’re not entirely sure if your lover is being truthful when she says she’s not ‘cowardly’. It’s not her obligation, after all. Sex can always wait.
Larissa disagrees.
“Why is it ‘just no’, sweet girl?”
Oh you love it when she calls you that. All combed whispers and coveted lust… god it’s like a shot of adrenaline through your veins. But it’s not enough to sway you.
“Because it’s like… gross? I dunno. It’s not gross, but you don’t- you don’t have to do that Larissa. We can wait.” You turn around to place a hand on her arm, appreciating the muscle that hides, then give it two gentle pats. “Plus I should probably get dressed. I’m gonna bleed everywhere.”
And Larissa almost lets you go when you move to walk past her. Almost.
“What if I want you to bleed everywhere?” Is the quick thing she says beneath her breath before whirling around and tugging you into her arms again. Her body is warm. Strong. Prepared to cushion you as you go stumbling back into your lover’s hold. “What if I don’t mind it at all?” Larissa whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin behind your ear.
What if she doesn’t mind it at all?
You pause.
What if she…. Hm. What if she doesn’t mind it at all….
“Larissa,” you go to warn, overlapping her hands with your own. “You’re skating on-”
“On thin ice?” She finishes, smirking at the helpless grumble you get in response. “How thin, darling?” And her hands dig into the softness of your belly, squishing you with relish. “Enlighten me. Please?” And she adds the smallest whine onto the tail end of her words; so softly and gently and wonderfully, you can’t help but feel so weak when she talks to you like that.
Evil woman. Evil woman, indeed.
“It’s j- I- I mean-” You try to speak, you really do, but then her warm palms start to rub circles onto your tummy and her nose starts to press against your neck, until she’s nuzzling you, and all you can do is let your eyes shut in complete bliss.
“If you don’t want me to, tell me no,” Larissa whispers, serious and true, as she starts to push you forward and walk you toward the bed.
The pace is slow on purpose, giving you time to turn around or walk off or stop you both in your tracks, but you find yourself melting into your lover’s hold and forgetting about why you tried to deny her in the first place.
“Are you sure, baby?” Comes your soft murmur as your knees hit the edge of the mattress.
Before she responds, Larissa grips your hips and moves to turn you around. Your eyes meet, both full of unveiled lust and unbelievable want. She looks like she’s on the edge of finding treasure; wide-eyed and secretly excited. It’s adorable. And hot. And you glance down at her lips without trying to hide it.
“There’s not a single week out of the entire year,” Larissa inhales, moving her hands to the small of your back and pulling you flush against her curves. Her head bends. Her lips fall over your neck. “when I do not want to ravage you.” Her voice dips, low and accented and velvety and you feel the need to let your eyes roll back, but you keep yourself in check. She always tries so hard to get you to blush - and once again, she’s succeeded.
“Kiss me.” But she’s already there, two steps ahead, leaning up to capture your lips in a soft indulgent press.
Warmth curls in your abdomen, matching the ebb and flow of Larissa’s tongue as it flits in and out of your mouth; running over your teeth and pulling little whimpers from the back of your throat. She loves to take her time. She loves to tease. She loves to dance around your tongue and drag spit across your lips and smile when you give her the needy little sounds she wants.
She loves to unravel you with her mouth alone - and that seems to be her mission for the evening as she walks you backward and stops when your legs hit the side of the bed.
“I’m going to get a towel,” Larissa breathes against your mouth, eyes still closed and body swaying you both ever so slightly. “When I get back,” you watch with wide doe eyes as her lashes flutter open and her dark blue gaze starts to appreciate the blush on your cheeks, “I want to see all of you. Is that okay?” She speaks softly, eyebrows lifting and furrowing all at once as she double checks for consent.
The thought is still somewhat strange, but you know that you can always change your mind no matter how last minute. And it’s not like it’s terribly unsanitary. And as she said herself: she’s not a coward. So you nod, give her a clothed mouth smile, and respond with a soft “Yes. That sounds nice.” She rewards you with another quick kiss before she’s turning around and heading toward the en suite.
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Your lover is unforgiving. A complete maniac. So devoid of any sense and only interested in satiating her own hunger. Keeping her arms wound around your thighs, using the brunt of her muscle to hold you as she wants to: spread out and helpless. Legs bent at the knees, hands grasping the sheets; her own palms press into your hips and hold them down. Pinning you in your spot as you writhe for mercy.
But she’s never been very merciful.
No, she’s only ever been wicked.
Swirling her tongue around your clit, building you up until you’re begging her to fuck you properly, only to cut off your cries with the harsh flicking of her tongue against the sensitive bud; sending you into a round of shakes and shivers. Hips trying to buck up into her mouth but never getting close enough. You’re so wet, she has trouble finding any real friction, but that doesn’t matter. She just uses her mouth.
“F-fuck! Plea- oh god- please!”
Plush lips wrap around your clit and suck, sending a burning heat through your veins. It’s overwhelming. It’s enough to make you huff and hyperventilate and shed a few tears. When you look down at her, head heavy and eyes threatening to close, you nearly cum on the spot.
Larissa’s staring at you from her place between your legs, the lower half of her face stained red and wet with your slick and blood as she presses her lips to your venus mound and lets her tongue loll out onto your clit. Dragging it up up up in slow strokes; never minding the taste of metal in her mouth or the womanly smell of your desire in the air. Nothing but your pleasure matters. Her fingers dig into your hips. Her throat rumbles with a deep moan. The corners of her red lips lift up into an unhurried grin; full of leisure. Entirely smug.
Finally satiated.
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Menstruating is normal!!! Period sex can be sexy!!! Everyone needs to consent!!! I support women’s sexual health!!!
Hope this was okay. Idc if it’s late. This is MY challenge and I’m a BUSY woman. :3 - Rip x
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Parents weekend surprise~
Short os larissa weems x fem!7’9”!outcast!reader
Crossposted on ao3 under leonora_kin, can be found here: leonora_kin
Warnings- fluff, mentions of stress and anxiety, mentions and light beginning to smut (i think thats everything- lmk if i missed something!)
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“My love?”
Larissa called to you leaning in from the doorway to your bedroom,
“Finished packing yet?” She asked giddy, walking towards her beautiful girlfriend- no, fiancée. wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you close.
Laughing lightly you responded,
“Almost, you all ready to go gorgeous?” You leaned down pecking her lips quickly as larissa quickly nodded her head, tucking herself into your side, before folding and placing the last item in the suitcase, zipping it up and placing it on the floor.
“There. All done.” You sighed, turning around to smile at your fiancée timidly,
“Are you sure they’re going to like me, are you sure you’re ready for this??!” You asked, nervous.
“Of course! Who wouldn’t love you my darling care-bear, and i’m certain i’m ready, i think the real question is are you? If not you don’t have to come, we can plan another time okay? I don’t want you to stress over this, thats for me to do alright?” Larissa said pulling you into a tight albeit sideways hug.
“Alright,” you sighed, “as long as you’re sure, i’m sure. Let’s do this.” You state confidently this time, kissing all over your beautiful rissie’s face. Giggling, larissa pulled you into a proper kiss, holding you close for just a moment extra, it couldn’t hurt.
“Let’s go?” She said as she pulled away. Something about this woman of hers always made her feel like a giddy teenager all over again.
“Yeah, let’s go.” You sighed into Rissa’s shoulder, pulling away fully to pick up your bag and carry it to the car.
T.S~
Pulling up to the school Rissa puts the car into park, turning to face you and giving you a reassuring smile, squeezing your thigh.
“It’s going to go great my love, they’ll have to like you, I’ll order it as their principal if i have to! - though i’m sure I won’t, your so amazing it would take effort Not to like you.” She said kissing your cheek and getting out of the vehicle. Smiling, you step out of the car too, making your way around the back to grab your suitcase to take up to larissa’s quarters for the weekend.
Considering it was noon on the Friday all the parent were set to arrive for the weekend, everyone, staff and students a like were in the quad eating lunch or just hanging about, preparing themselves for when their families would get here, so no one was around to see the arrival of their principal and her fiancée. You felt lucky at that, this way you and riss could make a proper introduction when the time was right.
Heaving the light bag over your shoulder and starting your walk up the stairs and into the building to larissa’s quarters, you trailed slowly behind your fiancée, taking in the scene around you. It’s not like you’d never been here before, you’d usually come to visit over holidays, breaks and the occasional weekend where riss couldn’t make it to your shared home in the forest, but the beauty and care put into the buildings always amazed you.
Turning around to see you still staring at the upper walls near the entrance, larissa laughed, walking back to you,
“Come on, dearest. Walk with me to our rooms, we can wander after alright? I want you to put that bag down as soon as possible so we can spend some quality time together before the families arrive and i cant keep you all to myself any longer.” She said mischievously, whispering the last part in your ear, nipping your lobe for good measure before walking off ahead of you.
“Oh-ho-ho, no you dont! You tease!” You said, rushing to catch up to the woman and picking her up from behind, holding her bridal style. You both break out laughing as she wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you in for a kiss.
“I love you.” She says against you lips.
“Love you too, beautiful. Let’s get to that room now, shall we?” You say smirking against her lips, starting to run up the stairs. Carrying your future wife in your arms, she teases you
“Oh, too impatient i see? Can’t even wait for me to walk, you little minx.” She says smiling, peppering kisses all along your face and jaw.
“Mmnph- nooo, your just too slow, and i’d like to have my way with you as soon as possible.” You say, sighing out your nose at her antics.
“And you know, i’m going to have to re-do my makeup with all the red lipstick splotches that are sure to be all over mg face now. Thanks a lot lovey!” You say, sarcasm clear in your tone, turning down the hall, almost to the door of her office that leads into her personal chambers.
Planting one last kiss on your lips as you come to a stop at the door, she hops out of your arms to open the door into her office. You walk in right after her, dropping the suitcase on the floor and turning to close and lock the door behind you immediately.
“Oh, not even making it to the bedroom first, i see.” She says smirking, stalking back towards you. Your pupils blown, you pick her up as she jumps into your arms, wrapping her legs around your middle.
“No, we’re not.” You say smirking heatedly before turning again to push her against the wall.
“Oh, well- mmmph” she never got to finish that sentence as you pulled her into a bruising kiss, placing an arm on the wall above her head to support you both in this position.
“Stop talking, let me worship you.” You whisper lust-filled into her ear, biting her sensitive spot right below it before pushing yourself forward to meet her parted lips.
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could i maybe request an enemies to lover between larissa and an 18+ student ?
the plot is up to you :)
𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐚
𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 - [𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰]
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Larissa Weems x Young Professor f!reader
words: ~4.5k
specific warnings/content: FLUFF, slight nsfw
summary: see above
masterlist
AO3 link in title
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a/n: ok so i did change this a little bit to young professor because i can't really imagine Larissa being with a student of her school, so i hope thats okay. Otherwise ! the creative liberty was so freeing. I hope yall like the concept - i was really excited for this one
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This weeks potion for your class was definately taking a toll on you - you sat in your office staring at your email as the moonlight shined on your skin, doing nothing to help the chill that filled the room. It had gotten late but you took the hours of sweet, quiet sanctuary to work ahead and save yourself some time later on. The blue glow of your computer screen casted a bright gleam on your face and illuminated the corner of your dark, empty classroom, forcing your mind onto the sight of how late it had gotten.
The Potion of True Intentions was one that could be helpful in one hand and dangerous in another. It was a potion that could reveal multiple truths about someones actions, even make them unable to lie in higher potencies - taking away the mask they put on in day to day life and revealing anything and everything that stood behind it. It was part of the curriculum, so, regardless of who your students were, it had to be taught. You had spent the last hour trying to wrap your head around how you would teach this, who exactly you would use for an example.
The thought was risky, especially with teenagers, especially with teenage outcasts. One could reveal their undying love for another while someone else might confess to attempted murder - a certain raven haired girl slipped into your mind and the thought alone making the possibilities shocking. There were so many twists and turns that could come up that you pinched the bridge of your nose as you groaned out in frustration.
You flew back to rest fully against your desk chair as you blankly stared at the already typed email on your screen. Dread filled you at the thought of sending this email, at the thought of sending this email to her.
Your relationship with Larissa Weems, the principal, your boss, was nothing less than complicated. You thought all had gone well when you were swiftly hired just months ago, being met with a kind smile and what you thought was genuine banter from the woman as she gave you a tour, as she walked you through the halls and to the quarters you would be moving into, all with her arm brushing against yours, all with her hand meeting the small of your back, all with reassurance and a light blush and a beautiful laugh that you still wished to hear ring in your ears..
That is, if you didn't grow to hate the woman.
It was more like a strong dislike but it was so close to hate that it was the word that made the most sense. But hate was dreadful, hate was all consuming, hate was confusing, full of longing, full of.. care? Full of lust?
You just hated that she hated you, so you always tried to give her no reason to.
Surely, no.. this was a different kind of hate than what you have been met with before. But you still couldn't help the feeling that climbed deep into your chest and settled itself there, like a fire - warm and anxiety induced, jittery and build on.. need? It riled you up and curled your hands into fists whenever she challenged you, but the willpower you had, the need to not back down always shot you farther than you always intended.
This would be an interesting class..
You let out a deep sigh as you steadied yourself to rest your hands back on your keyboard, your oversized sweater falling off one of your shoulders as you scanned over your words for any errors, but, with the way she treated you, there was no doubt you had to spice it up a little.. You always sent every email with the hope of making her seethe and her jaw clench at how absolutely perfect you could be, at how absolutely perfect you could be for her.
You were one of the youngest among the staff, but that didn't stop you from being heavily qualified and experienced - something that she seemed to absolutely pick at whenever possible.
Good Afternoon, Larissa.
I hope your evening has gone well so far. I have a request for you that I think aligns with our values of safety and education within the walls of Nevermore.
The potion that I am teaching to my students tomorrow can be potentially dangerous if ended up in the wrong hands - the Potion of True Intention. I'm sure you're well aware of what this can do, so I've gone ahead and told them that I would be the only one creating a batch of this particular potion - though, this may not stop them from creating one of their own.
If you're available, could you please attend my mid-day class tomorrow as an extra set of eyes? Your presence will surely make the lot feel safer and bring more authority into my statement to prevent them from making their own with ill intentions while also letting them be able to put their whole focus on taking in the information and learning about such a beautiful potion.
Maybe you could learn a thing or two as well
-Professor Y/N
Your body immediately relaxed as you clicked send, a large weight falling from your shoulders as a deep sigh left your lungs. Though, a wild smirk rose onto your features at what you could do tomorrow in her presence, about who you could use as an example if she were to show.
Your heart laughed in mischief at the endless possibilities - oh, what a show it would be to see how much she truly hates you, to see her try and hold back every comment, every action as her teeth grind together in anger and her hands turn to fists at her sides.
The familiar 'ding' of a message popping into your inbox filled the room. You don't even have to look at it to know it was her - sure, it was late, but you knew the woman would still be up.
You adjusted in your seat as you moved your mouse to click on the email. You read over her words, your blood boiling a bit at the small email, but it didn't matter as your lungs filled with satisfaction at her reply.
Professor Y/N,
I'll make sure to be there - Be sure not to start without me.
L. Weems
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You propped the classroom door open as the bell signaling the end of lunch rang, knowing that students would filter in slowly as you gathered all the ingredients you needed at the front of the room. You were nearly buzzing with excitement at what was to come, spending most of the morning making sure everything would go perfectly.
This was one of the few times you knew Larissa would be in your classroom while you were teaching, other than teacher evaluations and any other potion you deemed more dangerous than others. It made you slightly anxious as well.. She was still your boss, at the end of the day. This would be a way to prove yourself as a professor and gather some insight on the woman who did a complete 180 on you.
You grabbed the final bowl with a gentle touch, knowing that it was the main piece of the rather tedious puzzle you were about to build.
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Early this morning, you wandered into the greenhouse, Marilyn Thornhill's domain. You loved stopping by and seeing what she had in store. You often worked together to grow the flora and fauna within the academy - you taking care of and helping her research more plants while she grew anything you needed for future lessons. It had jumpstarted a kind friendship between you two, especially since you both were on the newer side.
You were in search for a very specific flower as your eyes filtered over the dozens upon dozens of plants that were held on shelves and hung from the ceiling. You loved how she made the greenhouse something of her own - there was no doubt so much of her personality within every aspect.
She came into view after seeing you from her office window, your confused and slightly overwhelmed expression making the redhead chuckle to herself before standing.
"Was there something specific you were looking for today, Y/n?" Her voice had startled you a bit, her office being slightly hidden by some of the bigger plants, but her warm aura always settled your nerves. You let out a sigh as you waved at her to come closer.
"I know I didn't ask for any, but I was hoping you had some Browallia Speciosa flowers.." Your eyes didn't stop scanning the room, hoping she had the blue version of the flower and not only its violet or white form. "I have a special guest coming to class today.. and the blue hues of the flower remind me of her eyes. Do you have any, by chance?"
You finally looked over at the woman only for more confusion to come up to your features. There was a knowing look on her face, like there was something you didn't quite know, something that she didn't plan to tell you - it peaked a big wave of curiosity to course through you, though you decided against mentioning anything of it.
"I'm pretty sure that there's sommmee…" She dragged out the word as she walked towards one of her far walls. You watched her struggle on her tippy toes for a few moments before finally grabbing a large vase off one of the shelves. "…here!"
A smile rose to your face as you saw how proud she was at her small victory. She brought the vase to one of the desks as she went to grab some sheers. "Take as many as you need. They seem to be blooming perfectly at this time of year. What potion are you working on today?"
She handed you the sheers with a soft touch then watched how carefully you started to cut the flowers away - she always seemed so interested in your work, and it was something you heavily appreciated. "The Potion of True Intention.. I figured out who I would use as an example late last night, so I didn't have enough time to wait for another type to grow."
You handed her the sheers and placed the flowers in the bowl. "You always seems to be a lifesaver when it comes to this, so I wasn't surprised to see that you had some, though hidden.. Thank you."
You offered her a kind smile before watching her put everything away. When she was back to you, she walked you to her classroom door. "Who are you using as an example? I'm very curious to hear about everything, I'm not gonna lie."
You turned around to face her completely, a mischievous smirk rising onto your face. "Larissa Weems."
Her expression turned into shock before converting into a wide smile. She knew about your.. let's say, distaste for her best friends hatred towards you. She, however, would knew both sides, but told nothing to the other person - something you heavily appreciated as you trusted the redhead. It had shocked her at how bold you were being, and she said she would come by when the lesson was done to hear about everything.
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You placed the bowl down next to your other materials before looking up towards your students, immediately watching them calm down and settle under your gaze. You threw them all a gentle smile as you ran your fingers along the edge of your cauldron. They always seemed to love potion days the most - always so focused as they hung onto every word, taking in the information with ease - so you were glad that your teaching style called for a lot of them.
"Alright, everyone.. Let's do this." You took a deep breath as you clapped your hands together. "Good afternoon!!"
"Good afternoon!!!" You watched as their faces lit up along with yours, laughter echoing through the room after their booming response. "How lovely. Seems everyone's excited for today, yes?"
The energy of your students after a lunch break was always something that was hit or miss when it came to taming it, but you grew to use it to your advantage and have them feel really engaged with the material - ensuring that their knowledge was growing instead of having information constantly just thrown at them. Small conversations died down, once again, as you took an inhale to speak. The words, however, died on your tongue when you noticed a flash of white by the door.
"I hope I'm not late! Hello, everyone," She said with a smile. She wore a cream colored dress and gold jewelry, making her signature red lip pop more than it usually did. Something about her presence today made the air get pulled from your chest as you gripped the side of the cauldron. Her piercing blues landed on your form and soaked you in from head to toe. If you weren't so focused on reining in your own emotions, you would've noticed the faint blush fill her features as her posture wavered.
Your dress complimented your features very well - the sleeves ran long but still showed your collarbones, long enough to pronounce your height but short enough for your calves to be visible. The dark colors of the outfit along with your make up and silver accessories really fed into the notion that you would know you entered a potions room, just at the glance in your direction.
You made sure to put a little more effort into your appearance whenever you knew you'd be around Larissa. You always wanted to look good for the woman, your looks always adding to your confidence. There was a part of you that still craved her validation, though, she never gave it to you. There was always a small victory raining inside you whenever you were able to make her falter, to make her breath pause, for her breath to hitch with your presence alone..
You wondered just how far she would let you go..
"You're not late at all - don't worry!" You threw a sickly sweet smile at her, your head tilting to the side slightly. "We've actually just started. Okay, everyone.. so.." You turned back to face your students, feeling her presence shift and come close right after. "I asked Principal Weems to be here today because, like I said before, this potion can be used in multiple ways - even in the dangerous sense. Though I'm using it in a light hearted matter, I'm required to really teach about it's history and uses.. which is why I hid nothing from you all. I wanted her here to really press the matter of it's danger and because I thought another set of eyes would help settle you. Understood?"
Your eyes fluttered around the room to meet all directions, being met with some saying a small 'yes' and others nodding their heads.
"Good.. Who can tell me what today's potion is just by looking at the ingredients that I have up here?"
Many of their hands shot up and a sense of pride filled your chest. You knew this was from your teaching alone, but you couldn't help and love how they were all behaving with Larissa there - really pushing the fact that you were genuinely good at your job and making her see it for herself, even if you were younger.
You gestured to a student in the front row. "The potion of True Intention."
"Yes, good! And what does it do?"
"It can reveal one of many things, depending on what the brewer wants to know. While making the potion, you have to put your own intentions into it - asking questions or giving demands on what you want to know from your person."
The next ten minutes continued on like that - you asking your students questions and them all ready to answer. You gave more of the history and reminded them of some of the uses of the potion before calling two helpers to pull the curtains to cover the large windows that consisted of one of the classroom walls. You took your lighter and lit three blue candles and placed them on opposite sides of the cauldron, lighting up the sides and front with a golden oranger glow.
"You want the colors of the flowers and candles to be around the same. When you light your candles, you want to already be thinking about your intensions. A good potion always comes from a clear mind." You placed the lighter down and took one of the flowers from your bowl. "You want to use a flower or plant that you think can link back to them, capturing their personality or looks within the nature. We're lucky enough to be growing some Browallia Speciosa - a flower that links to spiritual wisdom and clarity."
You walked around and placed the bowl in front of a student in the first row, urging them to grab one and pass it down. As you walked back to the bubbling liquid, you held the flower in front of Larissa so she could see it, then moved it into the light. "I got the blue ones because the color reminds me of a certain guest that we have here today."
You peaked a glance to your side and saw her shocked expression, making a wild smirk form on your lips. You placed it down for a moment before saying your next words, then grabbed a paper and started to tear it to ensure only a name would be thrown into the mixture.
"If you have a belonging from the person, whether it be hair, their handwriting, a photograph, just to name a few, you want to throw that in. If you don't, then you can write the persons first and last name on a sheet of people and throw it in. If you have both, do the name after the item - it's preferred if you do to have a clearer potion."
You looked down to see that you had successfully isolated Larissa's signature off of the permission slip you submitted to teach this potion - killing tow birds with one stone as you threw it into the starts of the potion.
"Take your flower and dip the petals into the mix gently, pulling them out and letting any excess drip off until it stops. Once it's not soaked anymore, lift the flower in front of you and slowly start to pull off each petal, dropping it into the cauldron while you whisper your intentions over and over until none are left. Once all petals are in, put the stem in gently while saying.." You leaned closer to the bubbling liquid, seeing that it has already grown thicker than the start. "'The truth shall show itself, as it seems to time and time again..'"
The potion was accepted and made correctly, a light blue smoke emitting from its sides and flowing down to the floor. You watched the smoke swirl with the flames before taking a glance over to Larissa. She seemed so invested in your lesson - her eyes were glued to your work as she absorbed every word and action that came from you. The smoke put out each flame with a harsh breeze, the classroom becoming completely black before the potion glowed a light blue, illuminating the room with it's success.
You asked the students to open the blinds back up as you bottled up a small amount of the mix. "Now, you can put this potion in food or drinks, create it into a spray, or keep it as an oil. As long as it's absorbed, whether it through the skin or with digestion or smell, it should work."
You shook it slightly before you twisted the lid off and squeezed the top of it, moving some of the oil into the dropper before presenting it to Larissa. You held it out to her, one hand staying underneath it to prevent any spilling, silently asking for permission.
She seemed uneasy at first, but, in the end, moved closer to you to allow it. You put a few drops onto your fingers then smeared the liquid between your fingertips. You set the dropper down before starting to apply it along some of her pulse points, your fingers grabbing her wrists in a gentle hold as you applied some there, then moved your fingers up and placed some along her neck.
The close contact and gentle touch seemed to make Larissa flustered, but you couldn't help but think she was fuming behind the mask of it all. You gave her a smile, and she rolled her eyes subtly. You took a few steps back, afterwards, and took in her form.
Her breathing picked up slightly and her eyes scattered around the room, being sure to land on anything other than you. You tilted your head to the side in mock curiosity as finally she faced you. You saw her jaw clench before her throat bobbed in a harsh swallow.
The students seemed to be on the edge of their seats - the room growing quiet enough that you were sure you could hear a pin drop. It looked like she was struggling to keep herself from saying something, the words nearly being forced out before the ring of the bell filled the room.
You were cruel, but not as cruel as her.
You had planned it to go this way. This was still your job, and you weren't going to risk it or your professionalism by forcing the woman to put herself this far out there.
Your students groaned and complained as they threw their items into their bags and got up to leave the room. "I'll be sure to let you all know what happened!" You said before closing the door behind the last student.
"I know you hate me.." You stated, breaking the silence. "I wanted to know why and how much.. But I wasn't going to risk anything and have your image be tainted in front of the students. I hope you understand.. because I-"
Just as you turned around, you were pinned back against the very door you just closed, firm hands meeting your hips as hot breath tickled the side of your neck. Your breath had been forced out of your lungs at the impact, your face flushed as you finally acknowledged exactly what was happening. Her perfume was intoxicating as it met your lungs, the smell causing your heart to flutter, and her touch was so warm.. so easy to melt into, so easy to crave..
"I don't hate you, Y/n…" Her voice was low as it ghosted along your ear. You couldn't help but be confused at her words, but, before you were able to say something, her voice cut you off. "It's quite the opposite, really.. I just couldn't accept how easy it was to be myself around you, to get lost in the time, how easy it was for me to fall for you.."
Your breath hitched as one of her hands took hold of your chin, forcing your eyes up to hers. She took in your expression and it seemed to be one she approved of, her eyes fluttering down to your lips before she pressed into you more.
"But, it seems, I no longer have the willpower to hide my desire now.. do I?"
Her lips ghosted along your own, you gripped the fabric at her strong shoulders. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned forwards, only to open when her lips didn't meet your own. A lustful smirk graced her features as her eyes darkened. "And it seems I'm not the only one.."
She crashed her lips into yours after her words, a whimper leaving your throat at the desperation and need found within it. Her hands wandered your torso before bringing one of your legs up to her waist. Her leg slid into the space and pressed firmly against your core. A deep moan left your chest at the contact, and she took the opportunity to explore your mouth.
Her tongue danced with yours, swallowing each of your whimpers and moans for her only. She broke the kiss, pulling your bottom lip between her teeth while doing so. The desire found within your own eyes seemed to surge her forward - she was reeling in how absolutely delicious you looked. Her lips traced down your jaw before moving down to your neck. She licked along your pulse point, causing a satisfied hum to leave your throat before sucking a dark, purple mark onto the skin.
The action sent a shiver down your spine as you melted into her touch. She kissed along the canvas of your skin, biting down at the junction of where your neck and shoulder met, pulling a gasp out of you.
Just after the sound, a loud knock was heard against the wood behind you. You both froze before softly breaking away from each other. She stood right behind you as you opened the door back up, a deep blush still apparent on your features as you calmed down slightly, as your eyes landed on Marilyn.
"How did it go! What ended up happening?" She said the words as you were opening the door, a small gasp leaving her as she noticed that you were not alone. Her eyes took in both of your forms, gaze moving between you both before her eyes widened as she noticed the new mark along your neck. "You know !! I-I actually forgot something!! I'll come back later, you know??"
She quickly shuffled down the hall and out of view before you closed the door at her loss of presence. You turned around to meet a heavily flustered and smiling principal, the sight of her and the situation making a loud laugh leave you, her following in your foot steps.
You walked up to her and wrapped your arms around her shoulders, pulling her close to enjoy her warmth. "Y/n.. I suppose, we should talk about this, hmm?"
Her arms wrapped around your waist, and you couldn't help but notice how well your bodies fit with each other. Her smile reflected your own as you finally understood some of the truth behind her actions. You spoke with butterflies in your chest, a newfound clarity filling your being."I suppose we should.."
"I was thinking tonight. Over dinner, if you'd like?"
You loved the hope that filled her eyes, a new sparkle settling there as she looked back at you. You giggled at her forwardness, something you never would've thought you would see in such a kind light. You nodded as you gave her your answer, relaxing in the comfortable energy that coursed through you both.
Seems you were right about your feelings.. Hate always seems to linger close to love, after all..
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A New Start pt. 1 (NSFW)
Larissa Weems x fem!Reader
Warnings: Smut (with some aftercare), NSFW, 18+, sub!Larissa, spanking, fingering, cunnilingus, degradation kink
Word count: ~3.7k
A/N: Okay, so this one turned out a lot longer than intended and has a bit of a slow buildup before the smutty part so it might not be for everyone. But I do hope whoever reads it will enjoy it! I actually liked writing it, and I found myself intrigued with Larissa being uptight and upper class and a bit of a prude. I think I just fell in love with the idea of Larissa being very "traditional" in the sense of being married to a man and then BOOM just having some sort of sapphic epiphany. I have proofread it, but as usual I post right before I'm off to bed so apologies for any mistakes.
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Tall, blonde, beautiful and sophisticated. This must have been the fourth or the fifth time you had seen her at the store, and you had caught her staring each and every time. Whenever you looked back, she blushed and looked away as if she hadn’t just been eyeing you up. You smirked to yourself and this time you decided to pursue it, curious about the outcome. You hadn’t really ever done anything like this, but you had to shoot your shot with her.
“Hi, I’m Y/N. I usually don’t do this, but I’ve noticed you staring every time I’ve been in this store and I had to try. Here’s my address. It’s up to you, but you’re gorgeous and I’d love to have you over for a glass of wine.” You winked and gave her a note with your address and number. This was so out of character for you and it immediately sent a nervous wave down your body.
She hesitantly took it and put it in her pocket, and it almost appeared like she was afraid someone would notice. “I’m involved with someone. Whatever you thought you saw was not the case, but thank you. Flattering.” She blushed and seemed embarrassed by the interaction, and you decided to leave her be. You didn’t want to get her in trouble. You were relatively new in town, and realised that people probably knew who she was pretty well.
You went home and put on a random movie you found on Netflix, trying to forget about her dismissing you at the store. Why did she even take the note if she wasn’t interested? You really had hoped she was different, but why would she be? She seemed classy, and she probably was just as classy as she looked. You decided to pour yourself a glass of wine to wind down when the doorbell rang. It was getting pretty late, and you didn’t really even know anyone in town but you decided to open the door regardless. You had a few colleagues you were getting closer to at work so you figured it could be one of them.
“Oh, I was not expecting to see you. Come in, please.” You were trying to wipe away your shocked expression when she walked inside, and she did not look happy.
“What you did was assuming and inappropriate. I am in fact married, and walking around stores giving out your address to strangers is a bold thing to do. Are you always that confident?” She looked at you with a stern look, but there was something else hiding in the back of her eyes that you couldn't quite read.
“So you went all the way over here to tell me that? You’re married, yet I found you staring and eyeing me up at the store numerous times. Forgive me for assuming anything at all, but if I was married, I wouldn’t do that. It’s a shame, because I could show you a very, very good time.” You winked and moved closer to her so she ended up backed up to the wall.
“W-well… Yes. You shouldn’t have done it. I wasn’t staring, I was just looking. Pretty cocky, aren’t you? You don’t know what you could give me.” She was clearly nervous and looked at you with furrowed brows, but whatever her eyes were trying to hide was still there.
“You were looking several times. I’m not cocky, but it’s pretty easy to tell when someone gives you a brief glance or they look at you several times. You fit into that last category. But don’t worry. Glad we sorted this out, and I won’t keep you. Go home to your husband. ” You gave her a sarcastic smile while eyeing her up before you opened the door. She hesitated but left.
You scoffed and shook your head. Why did she even bother showing up if she found herself so deeply offended by it? She could have thrown away the note and forgotten about the whole thing. Suddenly, the doorbell rings again and it’s her.
“Now, you listen to me. Do you know who I am? I am the headmistress at Nevermore Academy, and I am used to a certain amount of respect around here.” She pointed a finger at you and you moved closer.
“And I think you came here for a reason. I bet I could make you squirm within minutes. That uptight attitude does something to me.” Your eyes wandered down her perfect curves. She was wearing a cream white dress with matching heels. She looked stunning, but she probably always did.
“You really have no idea who you’re dealing with. How dare you speak to me this way? I don’t know where you work, but I could have you fired within an hour.” She tried sounding intimidating and threatening, but she was blushing. Your words got to her, but she did not want to admit it. You were however not too happy about the way she spoke to you, like you were inferior. You pulled her inside and pushed her against the wall.
“Okay, headmistress who also seems to be running this town. I told you to forget about it. But you were the one who couldn’t keep your eyes to yourself. Quick advice for the future; control your staring so you don’t give people the wrong impression. Eyeing people up when you’re happily married? That’s pretty unusual too. I’ll leave you alone from now on, and I’ll make sure to leave the store if I see you. Okay? Now, if you’re done berating me, you’re free to leave.” Once again, you open the door but she doesn’t move. Whatever she was hiding in her eyes was becoming more apparent. It swam to the surface in her deep blue eyes. It was lust. You were right all along.
Her entire demeanour changed. It was as if she let go of something that was holding her back, but she was still nervous. “I came here for a reason. And as for happily married? A man that doesn’t see me or love me? Frankly, I don’t love him either but in my position and him being an important businessman in this town breaking it off will just look bad. I have never been with a woman, and I have never found another female attractive, but there is something about you. Your confidence. The way you carry yourself.” She looked away, and she looked unhappy after talking about her unhappy marriage. Like she was ashamed of being trapped with someone who didn’t even care for her.
You put a finger under her chin so she was forced to look at you. “I don’t understand how he can ignore someone like you, and not even look at you. You’re a goddess. You’re absolutely stunning. Do you think I go around handing out my address and phone number to strangers? I have never once done that before, but I found myself infatuated with you. I had to take a chance eventually. You should be worshipped.” You wiped a tear that fell from her eye. She wasn’t used to hearing words like that, you could tell that much.
“My name is Larissa. I realised I never told you that. And thank you for your kind words.” She smiled gently and blushed, and she clearly liked your compliments.
“Hi, Larissa. Very nice to meet you, and learn your name! I was just having a glass of wine. I realise I’m pretty much a stranger to you still, but would you care to join me?” You looked at her with a questioning look, hoping she would stay.
“Thank you, Y/N. That sounds lovely. It’s not like he would notice that I’m gone anyway.” She gave you a light chuckle and you helped her with her coat before guiding her to the sofa. You went to the kitchen to fetch a glass and the wine bottle before pouring her a glass.
“So, Larissa. Headmistress, huh? That’s pretty impressive. A colleague of mine told me about Nevermore. Sounds pretty cool! I think it’s great that you have a school for outcasts where they can be themselves. Society is too quick to judge people that deviate from what they think should be the norm.” You shook your head and took a sip of your wine.
She looked shocked at what you just said, like she had never heard anyone talk about outcasts without judgement or resentment. “I… Thank you. I should probably mention that I am a shapeshifter. And I am not used to anyone saying things that aren’t filled with disgust or hatred for us. Especially not a normie.” She gave you a soft look that almost screamed “thank you” and you could tell that she already felt more comfortable.
“A shapeshifter?! That is so cool! So you can shapeshift into anything you want?” You were genuinely excited about her confession, and you truthfully had always found outcasts interesting and fascinating, and you would always defend them if they were brought up in discussions.
She laughed, and her laugh was so delightfully genuine and the most wonderful laugh you had ever heard “Yes, I can shapeshift into anything I want. It’s not a power I use very often, but it can come in handy at times. But enough about me. What about you? What brought you to Jericho?” She put her elbow up on the back of the sofa and leaned her head on her hand. She looked curious and like she really wanted to know more about you, and not like she had asked as a form of courtesy.
“My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend, and I don’t really have any family I talk to. I needed a new start, and I was looking to get as far away as possible and ended up here. I work as a web developer, and I found a job with a company here. And that’s how I ended up in Jericho! I really like it so far.” Thinking about your ex annoyed you, and talking about her made you even more annoyed.
She looked at you with an almost horrified look on her face. “Y/N, that is terrible. But on the other hand, they both showed you who they really are, and I’m glad you got away from them. But I am sorry to hear that you don’t have any close ones. Aren’t you lonely? Being in a new town all alone?” She moved slightly closer, still with a horrified and almost sad look on her face.
“I am an introvert so I enjoy my own company. I haven’t been in touch with my family for years and they don’t accept me for who I am. When I came out, they gave me an hour to pack up my things and I never looked back. I’d rather be alone in a new town than with people who can’t accept me for who I am.” You gave her a reassuring look, and noticed that she had moved even closer again. She was looking intently at you, almost as if she wanted to give you all the caring and love she felt like you had been missing.
“You went through more than you deserved. I might not know you that well, but I can tell that you’re a wonderful human being. You should always be able to be yourself, and no one should judge you for that.” She took your hand in hers and you twitched at the touch. Her skin was soft and warm, and it felt like electric shocks pulsated through your body.
“It’s fine now, I feel nothing when I think about them. I am better off without them. But thank you, truly. You’re a beautiful human being yourself.” You felt liberated in her presence, and it was so easy to talk to her. She was so different than she had first seemed, and you thought it might be the wine but mostly it felt like she just let go of the outer shell she so often had to carry.
She moved even closer and her eyes met yours in an intense stare before she gently grabbed your hand again. “Did you really mean those things you said to me? Those… Those nice things?” She blushed and looked down, still holding your hand.
“I did, Larissa. I think you’re absolutely breathtaking, and I also do believe that you should be worshipped like the goddess you are.” You moved slightly closer and rubbed the back of her hand with your thumb to show her that you meant it. She seemed insecure, even though you had no idea how that was even possible.
“Would you… Uh… Show me?” She looked at you with the most genuinely innocent look you had ever seen and it made your core tense up into a string of heat immediately.
You leaned forward to kiss her, and she eagerly responded and let out a whimper into your mouth before your tongues started dancing in a slow, intense dance. It felt so right, so warm and so filled to the brim with sparks and emotions.
“I’ll show you. Just be a good girl and follow my lead, and I’ll make you feel things you have never felt before.” Your lips swept gently down her jaw towards her neck before you left tender kisses and she let out a deep groan. Your hand moved to her back and you were about to pull down the zipper to her dress when she pulled away.
“I… I don’t think I can do this. What do you want with an older lady like me? You should find someone your own age.” She fiddled with her hands and looked down.
“Larissa, I want you. If I wanted someone else, I wouldn’t have left my address with you. Now, please… Let me take care of you. Let me see you. Let me feel you. Let me taste you.” Your hand gently cupped her chin and she looked you in the eyes.
She blushed and gave you a smirk you didn’t know you had been waiting for, but it was all you needed in that moment “I don’t have any clue what to do, but… Your words make me feel things I have never felt before. If you want to see me… Let me show you. Take me to bed?” She got up and you followed her before grabbing her hand and taking her upstairs to your bedroom.
“I do want to see you, so please… Show me, if you want to. If you don’t, there is no pressure.” You let your hand gently stroke her cheek so she knew that she really didn’t have to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.
She pushed you down on the bed and the lust in her eyes filled them entirely. “Tell me what to do. I want you to use me.” She bit her lip and her hand wandered from her neck and down her body.
“If you’re absolutely sure, I will gladly tell you what to do. Use the word “torch” if you want me to stop or you’re feeling uncomfortable in any way, okay?” You took her hands as a way of showing her that her feeling safe was important to you.
“I will use the word “torch” if I’m uncomfortable. And I am absolutely sure. Now please… Use me like the dirty whore I am for you.” Her words made your eyelids flutter, and hearing her say something so filthy with her heavenly voice and that accent was almost too overwhelming.
“Strip for me. All of it.” Your voice was firm, and you leaned back on your elbows, following her every move.
She reached to her back and pulled down the zipper. The way she looked at you with a sweet mixture of innocence and desire drove you absolutely insane. She had been an uptight upper class lady an hour ago, and now she was referring to herself as your dirty whore. She let her dress fall to the floor, and you found yourself in awe, mouth agape with hunger for her. She unclasped her bra and pulled down her panties while gently rolling her hips.
She moved closer and discreetly spread her legs a bit as an invitation. Your reassurance and compliments had wiped away her insecurity and it thrilled you. She should feel like the goddess she is, and she should feel appreciated. “Please touch me.” The tone of her voice was filled with a lustful desperation, and you couldn’t control yourself any longer.
“On the bed. Spread your legs.” You watched as she crawled onto the bed and laid down before spreading her legs. Her inner thighs were dripping with her arousal and you got on your knees between her legs before leaning down to kiss her chest. Your mouth drew a trail towards her breast before you bit her nipple and she whimpered. Your hand travelled down her stomach before it found her mound and you groaned when you felt how wet she was. Your fingers started drawing lazy circles on her clit and her breathing got heavier.
You continued kissing down her stomach, and she was already twitching underneath you. Her skin was soft and warm, and you could feel her legs spreading more and more before your lips found her clit and you gently sucked it. “Mhh, Larissa. You taste so fucking good.” She gasped, and you let your tongue trail up her slit before you started circling her clit in slow circles while you shifted position and let your fingers trace her entrance.
Your tongue picked up the pace a bit and you felt her fingers in your hair. You let two fingers slide slowly inside her and her walls immediately clenched around you as she once again gasped and let out a filthy moan. “Oh, Y/N… I need more, p-please.” You added another finger and she screamed out, meeting you in the thrusts. Your tongue kept working on her clit while your fingers pumped hard and deep. The way she was clenching let you know that she was close and you shifted position a bit so you got closer and your tongue started circling harder on her clit. Her moans became louder and louder until she began squirming and shivering as she exploded in a loud orgasm and released a warm wave of her sweet arousal over your fingers while screaming your name. You let her ride it out and slowly pulled out your fingers when she had calmed down enough.
Suddenly, she turned over and got up on her knees. “Please. More.” She looked at you and begged you with her eyes.
“Aren’t you a desperate little whore for me, hm? Can’t get enough, can you?” You spanked her and she whimpered.
“No, I can’t get enough. Please fuck me. Make me yours. Use me, use me like I’m your toy.” She spread her legs, and you shoved your fingers inside her soaked cunt. You started thrusting hard and deep right away and it was an exhilarating feeling having her in your complete and utter power and on her knees before you. It didn’t take long before you could sense that she was close again, and you spanked her before fucking her harder. She tipped over the edge and came in a loud orgasm, and you continued fucking her to her delight.
Her eyelids fluttered and she was panting while her arousal poured down your hand with every thrust, and her orgasms kept coming as her legs spread more and more. She clearly loved being used by you as she cried out in whimpers and moans while coming over and over again, each and every orgasm just as loud and intense. Eventually, you could tell that she was overstimulated and exhausted and you let her ride out her last orgasm before you gently pulled out your fingers and leaned forward to kiss her back.
You went to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth before gently cleaning her up. She had moved to the side of the bed when you came back and she smiled when you looked at her. “Y/N… That was incredible. I don’t know what else to say. No one has ever… Well… With their tongue…” She blushed and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.
“How on earth is that possible? Well, I am honoured to have been the first, because you taste like heaven.” You winked and kissed her before stroking her cheek. She blushed at your words and chuckled lightly.
“Thank you, Y/N. For making me feel the way you made me feel. No one has ever made me feel this desired before. This is the craziest thing I have ever done, but nothing has ever felt so right.” She looked like she was in complete awe, and she stroked your cheek. Her touch was so soft and caring, it almost made you melt.
“I am so glad I handed you that note, no matter how inappropriate it might have been. Oh, and… Would you like to stay the night? Or do you have to go?” You looked at her with a look that you hoped told her that you were dying for her to stay.
She looked at the time and sighed. “I’m afraid I have to leave. But if you’re free tomorrow, perhaps you would like to come and keep me company when you finish work? I have a long workday tomorrow, and I have a private flat at the academy for when I have busy days. I know it’s unfair, but I’m afraid this is how things will have to be, at least for now.” She stroked your cheek again, as though she was trying to apologise.
“I would love to, Larissa. The thought of fucking you in your office is a very thrilling thought.” You gave her a sly wink and she chuckled.
She got dressed and you followed her downstairs. You took a peek out the window and made sure no one would see her leaving. She leaned down to kiss you again and looked into your eyes before moving towards your ear. “It’s as if I can still feel your fingers inside me, Y/N. I’ll dress up nicely for you tomorrow.” She bit your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You had awakened something in her, and you were the only one who could feed it.
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Omg thank you so much for ~What the Body Wants~ it was so good!! No! Sorry, that's not it. It was hot, like, so hot!! I loved reading it! Somehow i found it a bit funny too and that always a win😁 there's something about that sex pollen that i find so intertaining, i don't no why. Maybe because they're just so out of control and they act on pure lost, i don't know. Oh.....and the little masturbation session.... i didn't see it coming at all and i thought it was a really good idea!! And Larissa saying "i like you bra" come on Larissa, can you be more obvious?😅❤
Thank you again, i'm so glad you wrote it😊❤
Thank you so so so much!! 🥹 Ready for the part 2… 😏 Thank you all for your patience 💞 I got some inspiration from @syrupy-sweet-honey & @shiftingplates for this one. Hope you Enjoy 😘
What the Body Wants Pt. 2 ~Larissa Weems xFem Teacher!Reader
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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, past smut, implied drugging/ambrosiac, implied future smut, shapeshifted d!ck, g!p fucking, d!ck riding, overstimulation, pain kink, praise kink, more implied smut, etc.
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The second you walked into Larissa’s office, she had you pinned against the door.
“Fuck it…” she growled.
Her lips smashed onto yours. You moaned eagerly into the kiss.
“Please ‘Rissa need more…!” You mewled in desperation.
“Oh Darling, I could go all night…” Larissa breathily moaned.
“I’m gonna hold you to that…” you groaned, wiggling your eyes suggestively at her.
Larissa then grabbed your hand and placed it over her now apparent bulge.
She’s a shapeshifter… Fuck, that’s right…
Your breath hitched and your eyes fluttered from her bulge back up to blonde’s eyes.
“Please…” you breathlessly pleaded.
Larissa then picked you up with ease and carried you into her private quarters. She slammed and locked the door was ease, as you stripped down to nothing with ease, still scolding yourself internally for having lost your knickers. You later yourself out on her bed, propping yourself up with your elbows, as Larissa tantalizingly removed her dress and the rest of her garments, until she was just as nude as you. You gulped.
Fuck was she big…
The blonde then crawled on top of you, spreading your legs with ease. Her eyes were just as desperate as yours. They had a glossy coating of lust, so thick it was now extremely apparent how much the aphrodisiac was affecting the woman. The blonde then slid her hand up to your neck, as she lined up her member with your aching cunt. You gasped and breathily moaned out at her contact with your bare skin. Larissa’s eyes widened and she tightened her grip on your neck, and you only mewled more. And then she sunk into you.
The only thoughts in your mind in that moment were Oh how I’ve needed a pretty girl like this for so long… and—
“OhHhhHHh Fuck…!!” You breathily moaned out, your eyes screwed shit and your hands grasping up at her marvelous form for some sort of grounding.
Your heart raced tripled as the blonde bottomed you out, your eyes rolling back in pleasure and your nails already scratching up Larissa’s back.
“Doing such a good job taking me, Darling…” Larissa groaned, while tightening her hold around your throat.
You only keeled over in pleasure even more at her words and actions, and your walls clenched around the blondes dick deliciously. Pretty soon, Larissa got a good pace of pounding into you.
And yes, she was pounding…
Her breathing was just as labored and ragged as yours, one hand on your throat and the other stabilizing her body and yours on the bed.
“Yes yes yes…!!” You mindlessly chanted, engulfed in the overwhelming pleasure and chasing your near impossible high.
At one point the blonde, hooked your right leg over her shoulder, giving her a new angle to hit, and you damn near saw stars. She was hitting that spongey spot deep inside of you every damn time… and her hold around your throat only tightened.
“Fuck fuck ‘Rissa I—” you mindlessly blabbered.
“I know, I know… me too…!” She groaned.
Your high came first and it hit your like a ducking tidal wave. Larissa was quickly behind you, squirting her thick, hot cum deep inside you. You both went limp from pleasure, engulfed in silence, until Larissa finally spoke.
“I’m sorry, I should have asked if you wanted me too… cum inside you…” she panted, her cheeks flushing lightly with embarrassment.
“Don’t be. It was… so hot…” you breathleslly admitted.
The blonde then collapsed next to you. You winced as the overwhelming heat hit you once more.
“I need more…” you whimpered lightly.
The blonde chuckled at your words.
“All night, right?” She teased.
Your eyes widened and you sat up, only to find that Larissa had moved to position herself propped up against the headboard with her legs splayed open.
“Would you really?” You breathlessly asked.
At this, Larissa patted her thighs, indicating for you to come over. She tilted her head slightly, nodding seductively in response.
“Come sit on my lap, Darling…” the blonde lustfully groaned, “So that you can bounce up and down on my cock while I pull your hair and tell you how good your cunt feels…”
Your walls fluttered in anticipation and your throat went dry at her statement. You nodded breathlessly. You scurried into the blondes lap and straddled her form. Larissa’s hands found home on your hips as they lined your dripping hole up with her dick once more. This would be the time where Larissa would have made a seductive quip or made you beg, but not now. No, you were both too desperate, now.
You sank down on the blondes dick, releasing a strangled moan from your throat. This was paired with a guttural groan from the blonde. Larissa’s head fell back, hitting the headboard with a bam!.
“Ughhhhhhh, that’s it, Darling…” the blonde groaned, as you began to squirm and ride her member.
Larissas hands were eager to help you find a rhythm. And pretty soon, you were bouncing up and down on the tall woman’s dick, spewing incoherent moans and cries. While keeping one hand on your hip, Larissa moved her other hand to interweave in your hair. She tugged tightly, causing you to breathily yelp out in pleasurable pain.
“Again again…” you mewled.
And Larissa happily obliged, tugging on your hair even more. And then her pace of fucking up into you sped up. And her lips found your neck, where the blonde left many a marks. They stopped at the shell of your ear.
“God, my love…” she lustfully groaned, “I can feel your pretty, tight walls fluttering around my cock…”
“Oh God ‘Rissa—!!” You cried out, your eyes fluttering shut in overwhelming pleasure.
“No no no, eyes open, Darling… look at me…” she breathlessly groaned.
You did as you were told, your hodded eyes desperately trying to stay trained on that beautiful face.
“Feels… so…so good…!!!” You cried out with a stutter.
“Fuck… that’s it—!!” The blonde cried out.
“M’mmm gonna cum again…!!” You cried out, tightly grasping at the blondes shoulders.
“Me too, me too Darling…” Larissa groaned.
You both came with leud moans and cries.
Safe to say, neither of you were stopping for the night…
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Part 3 of the morning after…? 😏
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Symphonies by LarissasChristies
(AO3 Link in Title)
Summary: You are Lillian Crowe, a young cellist hired by Larissa Weems as the new Music Director at Nevermore. You quickly develop feelings for Larissa, but the other woman is guarded, walls built high from years of having to protect herself. Will you be able to show Larissa that she deserves to love, and to be loved in return?
Chapters: 1/?
Word Count: 1,506
HUGE thank you to @weemssapphic for being my beta!
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You looked around the grandiose office, taking in the decor the principal had chosen while waiting for her to arrive. Compared to the rest of the school, it was rather plain, but you could tell that each piece had been selected with purpose and care; the two leather armchairs, one of which you were now sitting in, matched the leather chair sitting empty behind the principal’s desk, the oxblood curtains covering the floor to ceiling windows, the two chandeliers casting a warm glow across the room, all meticulously selected and placed by the principal herself. You lost yourself in thinking about the woman behind the decor, zoning out to a point that you didn’t hear the door to her private quarters open and click shut as the principal appeared.
“Good morning,” she said, her words lilting with a British accent. “I am Principal Weems, and you must be Lillian!”
You stood and whirled toward the sound of her deep voice, having been jolted from your thoughts by her sudden arrival. A small gasp escaped your lips as you took in the woman before you; she was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen, and her crystalline blue eyes pierced your own as she strode toward you with her hand out in greeting. You took the opportunity of the space between you to really look at the woman as she made her way to you. She was wearing a form-fitting tan dress that stretched deliciously across her hips, the heels she wore making her even taller than she already is, and her white-blonde hair was perfectly pinned in a gorgeous updo. As your eyes made their way back to her face you realized she had already closed the distance between you. She raised her eyebrow at you and glanced down at her extended hand expectantly.
“Oh, sorry,” you muttered as you rushed to take her hand in your own, and your mind reeled at how small yours felt in hers. “Yes, uh, my name is Lillian and I am here to interview for the position of Music Director.” You fumbled over your words, still trying to recover from being caught off guard.
“Yes, of course.”,” Hher smile as she gestured for you to sit made your stomach clench and you did as she requested. You quietly dug your nails into your palms in a feeble attempt to pull yourself together as the principal launched into her introduction.
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You walked out of Nevermore with a huge smile on your face. The interview had lasted a little over an hour, Principal Weems asking questions and watching you with a shine in her beautiful eyes as she listened intently to your answers. You found yourself getting carried away a couple of times, but it seemed like the principal had enjoyed the passion with which you responded because by the end of the interview she had offered you the position. Once at your car, you did a little victory dance and took out your phone, and sent a quick text to your best friend before sliding into the driver’s seat.
“Hey Soph, guess what?! I GOT THE JOB!!! Drinks at my place this evening to celebrate?”
You hit send, locking your phone and dropping it in the cup holder before putting your key in the ignition and turning your car on, the radio coming to life playing the lively 4th Movement of Beethoven’s 7th Symphony, one of your favorites. The drive home was short, your apartment only ten minutes away from Nevermore,which was just enough time to finish the symphony. You turned the car off and grabbed your phone from the cup holder before getting out, gently closing the door behind you and walking toward your apartment. Just as you put the key in the front door your phone chimed, a text message popping up on the screen.
“Hell yes, babes!!!!! I knew you would get it, you’re the best cellist I know!!!”
You rolled your eyes and chuckled, pushing your door open and tossing your keys into the bowl on your entry table before unlocking your phone to reply.
“I’m the ONLY cellist you know, doofus. Be here around 8.”
You gently slipped your feet out of the heels you had worn for the interview, sighing in relief as your feet relaxed. You hit send on the message as you slid your feet into your slippers, padding over to the couch. After getting comfortable and turning on your television, you found your mind wandering back to the principal, thoughts of finding something to watch gone. She was absolutely gorgeous, and the more you thought about her the hotter your cheeks got. Her deep voice, her crimson lips, those beautiful blue eyes…. what you wouldn’t give to get lost in those eyes and feel how soft those lips are. To hear her moaning your name.
Nope, you thought to yourself, this is your new boss! You can NOT be having these thoughts!
You shook your head and slapped your hands on your knees, standing up and heading toward the kitchen. Your stomach growled as you opened the fridge only to find a moldy apple and some week-old takeout from your favorite Japanese restaurant. For half a moment you contemplated eating the leftovers before your self preservation kicked in and you closed the refrigerator. Your phone dings from the couch and you lean over to grab it, a text from an unknown number on the screen.
“Hello, I apologize for getting your number from your file. This is Principal Weems. Larissa. I was wondering if you might be free this evening? I’d like to get to know you a bit better before the start of the term. Dinner at Koto, say 7pm?”
Your heart skipped a beat at seeing who the text was from. You quickly unlocked your phone and read the message again, your brain taking a minute to catch up with what was happening. Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard, the blinking cursor taunting you as you try to come up with a reply.
Come on, Lillian, she’s your new boss and simply wants to learn more about her new employee. It’s not that deep! You thought to yourself as you began to type.
“I’d love that, Koto is actually my favorite restaurant! I’ll meet you there at 7!”
You hit send before you could overthink and retype the message six times. As you took a deep breath to steady your heartbeat, a text from Soph came in. Shit.
“8 sounds great! Do you want me to grab anything on my way? I know your fridge is probably barren.”
You rolled your eyes, oddly comforted by how well she knows you, and clicked the message to reply.
“I actually can’t do it tonight, I'm sorry. Larissa— Principal Weems wants to hear more about my career prior to applying at Nevermore over dinner at Koto. Rain check?”
Three bubbles popped up almost immediately as Soph began to reply.
“Dinner at Koto?! Sounds like she wants to do more than just ‘hear about your career’ Lil ;)”
“Oh shut up, there’s literally no way. I am her e m p l o y e e.”
Your phone started to ring then, Soph’s face filling your screen as her contact photo popped up.
“I am her em-ploy-ee,” Soph mocked, her voice echoing around your apartment as you hit the speaker button.
“It is completely normal to want to learn more about the person you have hired to teach your students, it’s not a big deal.” You blushed, your cheeks getting hotter by the second.
“Wait. Am I sensing a hint of…. a crush?” Soph’s voice went up on octave at the end of her question, excitement clearly getting the best of her.
“NO!” You nearly shouted, your cheeks practically catching fire before calmly repeating, “No. I do not have a crush on my new boss. This is just a professional meeting between two coworkers.”
“Oh, my ass, Lil. You totally have a crush on your new boss. Is she taller than you? I bet she’s taller than you. You’re SO predictable.”
“And what if she is?” You said incredulously. You glanced down at your watch, “I’m hanging up now, I need to get ready. Goodbye!” You practically slammed your finger on the red button, briefly missing the days when you could dramatically snap your phone shut. You looked at your watch again: 5:15pm. You had about an hour to get ready before you had to leave and you had no idea what to wear.
Why does it matter, Lillian? Just wear what you’re wearing now, it’s not a date! You told yourself.
With a heavy sigh, you walked toward the bathroom to wash your face and reapply your makeup. Before you knew it, it was time to leave for Koto. You slipped your feet back into the black heels and grabbed your keys. You forced a deep breath to fill your lungs to calm your nerves before you headed out the door
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I just realized that Larissa’s office has mirrors on the ceiling…
Writers do with this information what you will 😉
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