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billiedeansbitch · 3 months

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𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 (𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰)

(𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

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Summary: The one where in Larissa sex life is no longer boring or Larissa took chance on a young shapeshifter who had a massive crush on her.

Warning/s: PORN WITH MASSIVE FEELINGS. G!P READER.

(Ao3 link)

Her thighs trembled, threatening to close around your head and her breath shook with every movement of your tongue against her hot, wet cunt, so soaked with her own arousal and your spit making it so easy for you to penetrate her hole.

“Darling, please.” She pleaded, her voice barely a whisper and her breath stuttered, her back arching off of her seat. “Please.” She repeated. The bucking her hips to receive more of that pleasure betrayed the hand that was pushing your head off from her cunt. She was overly stimulated, her pussy clenching tight around you as you fuck those fingers deep and hard into her, paying no mind to her pleas as your focus was zeroed on giving her the best pleasure you could give.

“One more, Larissa. Come for me one more time.” She shook her head, mouth falling open to protest but before she could get the words out, her own moans interrupted her, spilling out much louder this time. It was like throwing a tank of gasoline to an already blazing pit of fire. The way she breathlessly called for your name on repeat, her fingernails digging to your scalp and fisting your hair in a tight firm grip, oh, it fucking did it for you.

She watched you, though she was struggling to keep her eyes open, as you finger her until she had tears rolling down her cheeks, “Darling, please, no more.” and the heel of her foot dug on your back, “No more? Oh, baby, but look at you. You really don’t want me to stop, do you?” It was easy to manipulate her body into coming for you for the fourth time. You almost groaned, feeling her body tensed beneath your fingertips.

When you pulled, Weems could barely form a cognitive thought let alone move a muscle. Her legs, shaky.

Right there, still half naked with her thighs smeared with the proof of your worship, Larissa felt nothing but a limp doll: overused and overfucked.

It wasn’t like she was going to complain but she knew her body would give her hell the next day for all the stunts you both did in her office before moving back to her quarters and though there was one spacious bed, you insisted to fuck her on the couch with her back turned, kneeling, and holding for dear life on backrest while you took her from behind. You had one hand guiding her hip as they slammed right back to you and the other fisting her silver tresses.

She came faster in that position, and yours came mere seconds after, filling her pussy with so much cum it dripped down the insides of her thighs and onto the premium leather.

Larissa’s knees were still flaming red after bearing her weight for the longest time you’ve fucked her but she was keen to ignore the pain and the visible bruising when she buried your face in her pussy to lap the juices that still leaked from her in retaliation of what you did to her. It was only right to clean up the mess you made and that was how you ended up where you were right now: in between her legs, grinning like cheshire cat with a cum-smeared face.

“Are you hungry? I’m hungry,” you stood up with a popping sound from both knees, “Jesus, how old does my body think I am?”

Larissa kept her eyes fixated on your physique; shamelessly bare and sweaty, setting her on the edge of yet another urge to pounce on you like a woman starved. Whatever you were muttering went past her ears, her eyes lingered on your breasts down your soft belly before it dipped to the appendage hanging in between your legs. So fucking irresistible. To be honest, you could just stand there and do nothing and Larissa might just have her fifth. Good Lord, what are you turning her into? Some sex-crazed bitch.

She’d been thinking less with her head and more with her cunt and honestly she couldn’t blame herself if you looked like that.

Larissa bit her lip, unable to resist the tempting visual before her.

From the floor, you picked up your shirt and slid it over your head and straightened it out around the torso. “I’m gonna go out and get us somethin’ to eat.” next were the pair of sweats, drawing the strings tight before you made a knot to secure it in place.

“Hmm?” she mindlessly hummed, watching you tuck the strings inside the waistband.

“Food. I’m gonna go get us some food, you craving something in particular?”

“No...” Her mind still clouded with post-sex haze that much was clear.

“How about fish and chips? I heard lots of good things about the newly opened business just ‘round the corner.”

“Sounds good.”

“Okay, I’ll be back in… say half an hour?”

When Larissa snapped from whatever incantation you put her, you were already grabbing your keys and a couple of bills to shove them right in your pocket.

She smiled when you walked up to her and kissed her cheek, “I’ll be as fast as I can. Go shower while I’m gone and then maybe we can watch a movie while we eat, yeah?”

“Sounds like a plan, sweetheart.”

You were about to pull but she was quick enough to catch the neckline of your shirt and drew you closer, pecking your lips one more time. “What if we both shower together? it will be quick I promise.”

“As tempting as you may be, I need to feed my woman, she gets grumpy and blames me when she’s hungry.”

With one last peck, you were out of the door, grinning and humming to the last song that was stuck in your head.

–

The mirror reflected a blurred image of her, right where she stood in front of the sink wrapped in her robe ready to pick up her toothbrush when suddenly Larissa took notice of how there were two in the holder: one for her and one for you. She took hers, put some toothpaste and started brushing her teeth.

Larissa leaned her lower back on the sink, and took her time to look around her. Two claw clips, two robes, two towels, two different mouthwash (you claim hers was too minty for you so you brought your own) there were always sets of two anywhere she looked around not that she mind that.

She spit the foam and rinsed her mouth. When she walked in her bedroom, she saw the little trinkets you left on the left bedside table, more hair clips, elastic ponytail, your little lighter, the keys to your apartment, even your phone was there. Your side of the bed was unmade and she could see fallen hair strands on the pillow case where it was still dented in the middle from the last time you laid there.

You had made your mark everywhere and she could feel her heart leapt to her throat.

Tomorrow would mark six months of your ongoing little arrangement with her and yes sex was good—well, actually, it was the best. Larissa had never felt the real pleasure of fingers and mouth until you came alone and shattered her years of boring sex life. She no longer needed to make a trip to the store in the middle of the night to buy batteries because her vibrator died in the middle of chasing her orgasm.

Fuck, you were too good for your own good sometimes and after making her come in the first five minutes of touching the first night, she knew she needed to keep your around.

She was still dressed in her robe and drying her hair when you came back.

“Oh God, I’m starving. I need my calories now.”

While you put the take outs on the coffee table she went to grab a bottle red and two mugs.

From the kitchen she still had a nice view of the living room, and she watched you with a starved look as you removed your hoodie, your shirt lifting up in the process. Oh, yes, she’d have her dessert later.

“If you were to undress me at least do it with your hands and not your eyes.” Larissa’s face visibly turned red, “And let me eat first then I’ll let you pounce on me.” You chuckled, shoving fries into your mouth.

–

On Monday morning, the woman was greeted with a massive file of work she had to go through, she meant to bring these home for the weekend but her plans went in a different direction when you called asking her if you could steal her for some late lunch at the restaurant nearby the campus.

When you both returned though Larissa wasn’t ready to let you go, she pulled you and locked her office before crashing your lips together, your hands bunching the skirt up around her waist and slipping your hand inside her underwear. You ended up pressing her on the wall, too impatient to even wait to settle down somewhere comfortable. With her legs spread and facing the wall, your hips pressing to her backside and her lustful eyes only intensified when she felt the growing bulge until it was hard and poking, begging to feel the softness of her cunt, to be swallowed deep and to cum inside.

With her underwear pulled down around her gorgeous claves, you took her with long deep strokes, face buried on the crook of her neck.

Her face went red recalling what happened that whole afternoon, how you both couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. She hadn’t been with anyone in a long time and it embarrassed her how the briefest touch of your hands to her thighs, or the whispers on her ears calling her pretty or hot had her panties always in twist…and on the floor.

She sighed, sitting down on the fine leather seat and started working.

Maybe if she got it done early she’d call you.

–

Larissa, however, was consumed by her work, forgetting other things that didn’t exist within the walls of her office. By the time she had a moment to herself after signing and writing corresponding emails and polishing her report for the upcoming board meeting, it was already four in the afternoon, her lunch was barely touched sitting in the corner of her desk.

The woman sighed, pushing her seat a little away from her desk and reached for her phone. She raised a brow seeing there were no text messages or even a single missed call from you.

Usually there was at least one message waiting for her but today, there was none. She felt a pinch in her heart. No, no, she shouldn’t, she was not entitled to be upset, you weren’t her girlfriend. You two were just fucking around and maybe lately you had became a little too affectionate, blurring whatever rules you both had agreed on. Larissa felt like it was her fault, she let herself be enamoured, let herself to be too vulnerable for you. She let herself be comfortable.

Rule number one: Never be too comfortable.

Well fuck.

It was another two hours more of work when eventually her body screamed for comfort and some proper meal. She switched the lights off and locked her office, calling it a day.

—

When she arrived and put her car into park, her heart dropped. The lights were on and her front door was unlocked. It would have been wise to call the authorities immediately but she felt like this wasn’t an attempt to rob her. She slowly and gently pushed the door open, tiptoeing past the threshold but then the floorboards creaked.

“‘Rissa, is that you?” It was you. She knew your voice from every pitch no matter the distance. It was also impossible that she might be dreaming about this.

And before she had time to pinch herself, she heard the unmistakable padding of your feet across the floor as you approached her, and then there you were, in the flesh, right before her eyes. “Baby, hi…” all the anger and stress she felt within the day all subsided as a tender, sweet smile welcomed her.

You had a spatula in one hand, and you were wearing one of her old Nevermore shirts. Her brow raised at the lack of underpants but that wasn’t her main concern at the moment so she willed herself to look up.

You then stepped closer to kiss her cheek, your freehand grasping on her arm as you stood on your toes trying to reach for her.

“Okay lady you gotta bend down so I can reach you and don’t tease me about shifting. I'm too lazy and tired to do that.”

Her body listened, bending down she felt your lips. “I hope you don’t mind, I used the spare key you gave me. I know I should at least let you know but I have a problem…”

“You’re here.” she mumbled, still in a state of shock.

“I am. I wanted to see you and I’m sorry I know, like I said I should have texted you first but my phone fell in the bath yesterday. I was taking some nasty shots for you but it slipped. I put in a bowl of rice in an attempt to salvage it but it was helpless. I hope you didn’t think I was ignoring you.”

“N-no, no, of course not.” You almost broke my heart.

“Good because I would never do that. Ever.” You kissed her light on the lips, merely brushing your lips together with no indicated force. Larissa felt herself quickly melting away in your touch.

“I was going to call you at work but I don’t remember your number. Sorry.”

“And you drove all the way from the city just to tell me this?”

“Yes and I’d have to drive back again in the morning because I obviously have work but…yeah, I drove all the way just to tell you this and I cooked dinner and cleaned your house.”

Larissa felt like you were rambling too much so to cut you out of your own misery, she pulled you into a kiss, a long deep one with both hands cupping your face making you gasp before you were able to reciprocate.

—

Larissa could still feel the ache in between her thighs as she sat in the toilet. It was eleven in the evening and you were currently passed out in her bed, audibly snoring. She might have fucked you too hard, all of the frustrations were channeled in the way she took you and rode your lap resulting on multiple orgasms and it wasn’t like you were stopping her.

When she finished cleaning her hands and was ready to go to bed, something struck her in the midst of exiting the bathroom…her period two was weeks delayed.

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crow-raven-crow · 4 months

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hi this is a very simple and kinda vague request, but i'd luv a larissa x fem reader fic involving feet or hand play? either that or something involving the reader realizing she really likes how larissa smells when she comes home from work and larissa starts to tease her and encourages her to smell her while they're fucking because of that. maybe both! hope this isn't too weird lol

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 - [𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝟏𝟖+]

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𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐟!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: ~3k 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: fluff !! teasing, NSFW, Reader receiving, g!p Larissa, hand kink, choking kink, slight marking, vaginal fingering, mirror sex, begging, praise kink, mommy kink, shape shifted dick, what a way to come back ohmygods

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: see above

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

AO3 link in title ✧･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧ :══════⊹⊹══════: ✧･ﾟ｡˚☾.･✧

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The crackling fireplace painted dancing shadows against the dark walls, creating a show of golden hues just feet before you. The warmth emanating from the soft flames filled you with a peaceful comfort with each bursting ember. Soft, worn pages of a book sat in your hands, the universe that it created in your mind was almost impossible to keep up with, as it kept clouding over with thoughts of her.

The mere thought of her name casted a spell over your senses, making your heart swell and your stomach fill with butterflies. Images of her echoed through your mind, your heart quickening in pace as you did so. You were so consumed with the show of her in your mind, that the book had become long forgotten, as your eyes focused on the flickering firelight.

You felt the rumble of her laughter echo in the chambers of your mind, the softness of her touch as though it was tracing invisible patterns against your skin, the tenderness of her lips as they kissed along your body as though it was a masterpiece, the pleasure of her tongue as though she-

The metallic sound of a key turning in the lock cut through the quiet of your quarters, closing all previous thoughts and jolting you back into reality. The world outside your thoughts immediately rushed back in, leaving only the lingering emotions of them in their place. Your chest heaved slightly, a noticeable heat rushing to your face and making your whole body hot as you caught onto your most recent thoughts.

You quickly composed yourself, inhaling deeply in attempt to settle the small heat igniting within you. Standing slowly as you let out the breath, you placed your book onto the side table, the pages neglected as the fire still roared on and danced behind you. You stepped closer as the door slowly swung open, an excitement filling your chest knowing that she stood behind it. The sight of her stilled the air in your lungs, your lips parting ever so slightly as you took in her beauty.

Her white hair, almost glowing with the light of the flames behind you, was perfectly pinned in her flawless updo, each strand falling together perfectly with each other in every twist she pinned. The pin at the back of her head concealed the length of the silvery locks, but came together to show her grace and elegance all the same. The dress she wore clung onto her every curve, the sleek grey becoming a canvas to her form, allowing her sapphire eyes to pop with the cool tones. The collar of the dress flared out just enough to draw attention to her neck and the delicate lines of her collarbones. The belt that tied around her waist framed her hips in a way that made your mouth water. Gold accents adorned her wrists and neck, being the final touch of warmth that brought out the beauty of her tall frame.

As she entered the room, it was as though all the gods worked in her favor. The light from the flames lighting up her features, yet the dark colors of the room giving her command over it all if she were to say a word.

You must have been staring for too long, your eyes moving up and down along her form to drink in every detail that it snapped you back to the present when you felt her hand trace along your jawline. Her delicate fingers smoothed up the features of your face, cupping your cheek in her palm before laying a gentle kiss against your lips. It was warm, tender as though it was translating a million unsaid words: perfect.

"Hello, my dear.." Her voice was just as serene, overflowing with the happiness and love as though it were day one all over again. Her lips shadowed over your own as she spoke, delicate in all her movements as though she would break you like porcelain. The scent of her perfume overtook your senses, the intoxicating smell of her being so strong that it made your eyes roll back slightly and a deep breath of it fill your lungs.

"Hi, my love.." Your voice was just above a whisper, but running deep with the effect that she had on you. She had known for a while just how drunk you could get on the smell of her alone, and since then she made it a point to wear a little more every so often.

You allowed her to settle into your quarters, her heels quickly coming off with a distinct click of each heel. As she moved deeper into the room, all her items found their familiar homes, making your heart swell knowing this was a place of home to her. Your gaze lingered on her form, watching as comfort seemed to overtake her, her shoulders relaxing and her face coming to a content calm. It was hard not to fall in love with her all over again just at the simplest of things.

You followed behind her with two wine glasses and her favorite bottle, as she moved to sit on the couch in front of the fire. This was one of your favorite ways to unwind with her, and relishing in each others company was something that you would always cherish.

Though.. your thoughts from earlier always had a way of coming back in, especially now that she was even more of a delicious distraction being in front of you.

She spoke about her day, going through the details of her meetings and any particularly interesting emails she had to deal with today. The way she spoke with her hand was mesmerizing, easily capturing you in a trance due to your already heated thoughts about her, as your eyes devoured every detail of her long fingers. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, your breathing hitch and your mouth water as you remembered just what those fingers could do to you.. How she could so easily have you at her mercy.. digging into your flesh and leaving crescent marks in their wake, trailing along your skin and rising goosebumps with each pass, have your back arching and your hips swaying with one simple touch-

"Y/n.. Could you repeat what I just said, my dear?" Her voice shocked you back into your body, the rapid blinking of your eyes and the small jump when she had said your name giving you away immediately. She seemed amused at your blush, the pink hue only making a smirk come to her red painted lips as she caught on to where your thoughts were.

"I- U-Um.. You-" As you spoke, her fingers trailed up your arm, smoothly tracing against your skin and leaving electricity in her path. The rest of your words were cut off when her fingers made it to your collarbones, eventually curling their way around your throat and squeezing oh so gently.

The sensation made your eyes roll back as they fluttered shut, your fingertips gripping onto the hem of your skirt as you felt her move closer to your form, her breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. "What exactly is floating through the pretty head of yours, darling?"

You could feel your heart rate pick up, especially with her fingers resting just above your pulse point, and you were sure she could feel it too. The way your thighs clenched together and how a small whimper left your throat as she squeezed harder were all signs of how the night would go.

"Your- mmph.. your fingers.." Your chest heaved in pleasureful desperation as her lips moved down your neck, her fingers pushing against your jaw and allowing her room to flatten her tongue against your skin. Arousal shot right through to your core, and she'd barely even touched you.

She pushed you down slightly, your hair sprawling out against the cushion as she shifted perfectly between you legs. Her lips met yours in a hungry kiss, her tongue smoothing over your bottom lip as she pushed her hips against your core. Your gasp gave her the opportunity to explore your mouth, the opportunity to start to devour you..

Her fingers worked on the buttons of your collared shirt, quickly exposing more of your skin to her. When she reached the last button, she pulled the garment off completely and took a moment to trace over your skin, her lips gently pulling away from yours as her hands met the skin of your torso. Her fingers lightly scratched against your sides before smoothing their way up to beneath your breasts. Her thumbs worked their way under your bra, her fingertips smoothing over your nipples and causing a whimper to leave your throat.

Before long, your bra was discarded as well, her lips making their way down against your skin and leaving deep marks against it. One of your hands tangled into her hair, disrupting the perfect curls with each tug of pleasure you gave her. Once her tongue smoothed over your right bud, any hopes of staying quiet had left, the need for her building within you even before she was present. She worked on both buds, forming both into hard peaks and giving them both attention before she was satisfied.

When she moved up to capture your lips again, her gaze met blown pupils swirling with lust. You crashed your lips into hers, one hand pulling her in from the back of her neck while the other rested behind you for balance. She was quick to move you into her arms, carrying you to your bed with ease.

She sat down on the edge, placing you onto her lap after getting rid of the rest of your clothes, though slight confusion came over you when your back was to her front.

It didn't take you long to realize why, when she rested one hand back against your throat while the other toyed with your breasts. Your eyes darkened at the sight in front of you - you welcoming her fingers into your mouth with a deep moan, your legs spread open and showing your glistening folds - for the mirror in front of you gave you the best view of what was would come.

"Mmm.. you like Mommy's fingers, hmm?" You felt your brain short circuit at the sound of her voice, at the sound of her title making its way through your ears and building a home inside your rapidly beating heart. You felt the heat course through you as your tongue swirled around her digits, and it showed in the reflection that it was getting increasingly harder for you to wait the more you got drunk on her.

She pulled her fingers from your mouth with a trail of your saliva attached to the ends of them, your breathing labored and filled with lust as you looked into her eyes through the reflection. She nipped the skin of your shoulder, while her other hand traced over the marks she had already painted against you. You were so focused on her lips, that you didn't notice her hand trail down to your core, until she teased against your slit, running her fingers through your folds and making your back arch as a gasp left your lips.

You threw your head back as her fingers began circling your clit, but it didn't last long as her other hand moved your gaze back to the mirror, making you watch her fingers get coated in your slick, how they toyed with the sensitive bud with just enough pressure to make you beg for more, how they circled your entrance soon after, making you clench around nothing.

"Ple- Please- mmn gods please.." Your voice was desperate, full of lust and the undying need to feel her inside of you. It wasn't something that didn't go unnoticed, two of her fingers thrusting into you soon after and making your hips buck into her touch.

"Watch the mirror, sweet girl.. You think you can do that for Mommy?" Her voice took over your senses and felt as though it was consuming you whole. It rang out like a low, velvety rumble with promises of more as each one of her hot breaths trailed against your skin.

Fuck..

"Yes- mm~ yes.." Your half-lidded eyes turned back to the reflection, your breasts rising and falling with each of your heavy breaths as more and more pleasure ran through your body. You watched as she thrusted in and out of you, her fingers curling in just the right spot to have moans flooding out from your mouth and into the dark evening.

"Such a good girl for me.. Taking Mommy's fingers so well.. Oh, look at you.." You could tell with how dark her eyes got, how husky her voice was that this was doing something to her as well. Your body at her mercy as she brought moan after moan to escape your lips. "Good girl.."

Each of her thrusts grew rougher, quicker in pace, and your thighs began to tremble with your impending orgasm. You did your best to watch the way her fingers fucked into you, disappearing with pleasure and watching them come all the way out again, only for the motion to repeat over and over.

Her fingers curled with precision, her other hand toying with your nipples and sending your body rushing towards a peak. You clenched around her fingers hard with each thrust, loving how they felt inside of you. It was all consuming, building up the coil in your abdomen until your peak crashed into you, wrecking through your body as her ministrations didn't stop.

Your body shook with pleasure, taking every new thrust she gave you as you turned into putty in her arms.. but you couldn't help but want.. crave.. need more.. And it seemed as though she had the same thoughts.

The sight of you coming undone in front of her was too much to bare, her own heat building itself up in her body and causing her desire for you to push itself forward. She shifted you onto the mattress, watching as she discarded her clothes after licking her fingers clean. The sight made a moan escape your lips, your own cum disappearing from the actions of her tongue and her pale skin becoming completely exposed to you made your mouth water.

She settled herself between your legs and you couldn't help but pull her down, crashing your lips into hers for an all consuming kiss, tasting yourself on her tongue. Your tongues danced together as you both nearly begged to be impossibly closer.

You pulled away, your lips centimeters away from hers. Your voice was a whisper, but translated so much urgency, so much desire that you knew she would fold when the words left your lips. "Please, Mommy.. I need you.."

Any resolve that Larissa had left faded as you watched her eyes grow impossibly darker, swirling with a hunger that was near insatiable. A growl left her throat before her lips were on yours again, though the kiss didn't last long, a gasp leaving your lips as you felt her hard member press against your core.

You immediately rolled your hips against her, earning a broken moan from the tall blonde. She moved to position herself, then slowly pushed into your entrance. Loud, unadulterated groans left you both as she pushed herself deeper and deeper into you, the stretch quickly becoming a delicious addiction.

As she started to move, it was as though all that existed was her. Each breath you took filled your lungs with her perfume, quickly making you intoxicated and full of her. Each thrust rocked your body with a deep hunger, the sound of your skin slapping together and your moans filling the room only seemed to serve you pleasure in tenfold.

"Please, please, please- I-I need-" A moan tearing through your throat had cut off your next words, her pace growing faster with each beg you were able to shoot out. Each thrust took you to new heights as she pulled nearly all the way out of you before pushing back in all the way.

"You feel so good.. Look at you taking me so well.." Her breathing was labored, her words paired with moans as her own pleasure was building itself up. Your peaks were close, her nails digging into your hips to leave crescent marks there, both of your moans growing louder.

Your mind grew hazy with the feeling of her so deep inside you, the pleasure building the coil up again as a chase towards euphoria. With a few more thrusts, you came hard, your body shuddering as you clenched around her. Her actions only continued as she chased her own high, soon letting out a deep, loud moan and filling you up, just moments later.

Your heavy breaths filled the room, your skin coated in a layer of sweat as you both focused on coming down from your highs.

She shuffled and moved to lay next to you, pulling you into her arms and tracing invisible patterns along your back. After your breathing settled, you slowly opened your eyes to meet deep sapphire ones, a smile coming to both of your lips as only love was reflected back at you.

You shuffled closer, burying your head in the crook of her neck to place soft kisses against her neck and jawline before resting completely against your lover. Your hands found their home against her skin, and the darkness of night mixed with the comfort of your lover made sleep an easy world for the both of you to slip into.

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𝐚/𝐧: IMMMMM BACCCCCKK!!!!

YO IM ACTUALLY SO SORRY I WAS GONE FOR SO LONG- the traveling got to me, and then finals season started, and then more traveling and a lot of other life things happened !!

BUT IM BACK AAHAHHAHHHH

this genuinely felt so good to write because i haven't even touched my writing in so long other that organizing everything in my notes to look better lmao

i know you all understand, and i couldnt be more grateful for that fact

here you go anon :,,,,))) im sosososo sorry for how long this took like holy fuck- i hope you enjoyed it

xx,

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much2leite · 5 months

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Why is there an entire community on tumblr that is infatuated with the same very specific group of women from Resident Evil 8 and all of Gwendoline Christie's characters?

Why them? What is going on? Are we all the same person? What have you done to me?

And many other questions.

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erinyaya · 4 months

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I think you ruined her lipstick

#Doesn’t seem like she minds tho #gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #digital art #larissa weems #larissa weems art #larissa x reader

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wh0re4gwen · 4 months

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MIRROR｡･ﾟ･ Larissa Weems x Fem!reader

Tags: t (L), b (R), begging kink, mommy kink, slight dumbification kink, mirror sex, praise kink, pet names, explicit language, orgasm denial, overstimulation, age gap (legal), smut w/o plot, good girl kink, and aftercare.

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“Beg." Larissa smirked. "please... please mommy i'll be good I promise." You whimpered.

Larissa giggled, not a single thought behind those big beautiful eyes, nothing other than her.

She lifted her hand, slowly, pushing a sweaty hair from your forehead. "Good girl." Larissa cooed gently, a hint of mockery in her voice.

You turned your head, blushing a deep crimson and clenched your sore thighs together.

She knew what she was doing to you and she loved it, craved it almost. Nothing turned Larissa on more than seeing you all submissive and obedient, like the good girl she knew you to be.

"You can wait a little longer can't you? Can you do that for mommy, my sweet girl?" Larissa asked in fake pity.

Without hesitation, you nodded your head. Larissa smiled, her good girl, all for her.

Larissa turned around and walked over to a full body mirror and sat on a leather chair. " Come here my love." She spoke gently, as she patted her lap.

You hurriedly walked over to Larissa and sat on her lap, excitedly awaiting her next command.

Larissa wrapped her arms around your thighs, spreading them and revealing your glistening core.

"Watch." Larissa whispered, as she licked the shell of your ear. "If you turn away I'll stop, and we'll have to re start, do you understand?" Larissa asked, making eye contact through the mirror.

You nodded your head vigorously, not daring to break contact. "Use your words, darling." She added, as she swatted your left thigh. "Y-yes mommy." You trembled with anticipation.

Your eyes immediately looked down when you feel a bolt of electricity on your clit. A staggered moan erupts from your chest at Larissa's already bruising pace.

"F-faster!" You stammer out chocking on moans.

Larissa smirks as she complies with your request, and adds two fingers. "How does that feel, dear?" Larissa asks teasingly. "Good, so so fucking good." You moaned as Larissa sped up and applied more pressure of your throbbing clit.

Larissa planted small kisses up and down your neck, leaving a fresh trial of hickeys. She raised her other hand, palming your left breast and began rolling your nipple between the pads of her fingers.

"I- I'm going to- to cum!" You shouted as you threw your head back on Larissa's shoulder.

"Not yet darling, I need you to wait a little longer." Larissa mumbled as she went back to attacking your already bruised neck.

"Mommy, please." You begged, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten. "You can do it, my love." Larissa encouraged, not showing any signs of stopping or slowing down.

Loud moans filled Larissa's ears, as you hung on for dear life, doing everything in your power to hold the sweet release you so desperately needed.

"Almost there." She muttered.

Your breaths were ragged as your legs began to shake. Larissa smirked evilly, as she watched your poor already spent body spasm out.

"Cum for me, darling." Larissa said, finally giving in. Your eyes rolled back as your orgasm washed over you. You were on cloud nine as your body shook more violently.

Larissa helped you ride out your orgasm and gently pulled out when you had finally calmed.

Your breathing was heavy and irregular as you were still feeling the aftershocks. Larissa pulled you closer as she help your sweaty body.

"You did so good for mommy, you're such a good girl." She praised as she kissed your sticky forehead. Larissa picked you up and stood from the chair and placed you onto the bed.

She went to the bathroom and returned with a washcloth. Larissa's soft humming was the last sound you heard before you were engulfed by a much needed rest.

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems smut #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #smut warning #larissa x reader #principal weems #gwendoline christie is so mfing fine #wlw fanfic #im sry #mirror #larissa

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 4 months

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Hiii☺It's my first time asking for a fic!I LOVE your fics so much so i thought i would ask you. I really hope you'll like the idea🤞It's a bit long tho.(smut fic🙊)

Larissa and Reader are best friends, they know everything about each other, they flirt and challenge each other, talk about sex and everything but never had sex. They're close.

Larissa invites R to spend the evening with her in her quarter, have a drink and watch a movie (that they'll never pay attantion to as usual).They talk, laugh and get a bit tipsy and R ask Larissa why she choosed not to have tattoos or piercing and then at some point, Larissa ask "how many piercing do you have? You never told me." So R gets up and show her the one on her nose, her lip, cheeks, a sternum piercing , maybe 3-4 each ear and maybe a lower back dimple piercings (those are ideas, you can add or change the piercing's places) and then she could sit back down and say "and i have my nipples pierced and a Christina's piercing. Would you like too see them too?" (half) joking because she thought Larissa would never say yes (not that she really minded showing her, she trusts her enough) but Larissa sensed the challenge there and decided to take R offguard and say yes, thinking that reader were going to back down, but then R gets up again and Larissa realised that she was REALLY going to show her and her eyes went wide at the idea but she didn't back down.....and then smut smut smut😅

You can add any kinks, toys or both,i'm fine with that!You can also add things about the beginning of the story if you think about something!I hope you want to write it and if not,it's ok too!Thank you xxxx

-Anon🌠⭐-

The Way You Adore Me (Like No Other) ~Larissa Weems xFem BestFriend!Reader

Summary— Larissa and Reader are best friends. They have been for as long as they can remember, the kind of friends who do all together and talk about it all. But what happens when you have a little too much to drink, and you find out that Larissa has a thing for your tattoos and piercings…?

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Anon response— Hi hi anon!! Thank you for your kind words, I greatly appreciate them 🥰 and I love your request! I hope I did your idea justice. Thank you for the request, and welcome to my anons!! (if you’d do me a favor and clarify what emoji you’d like, I’d appreciate that, thank you!) Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smutty smut, drinking, little angst, little fluff, oral sex (both f receiving), fingering, face sitting, body adoration, tattoos and piercings adoration, teasing, light begging, implied overstimulation, confession of feelings, etc.

Enjoy (;

You sighed in relief as you enter Larissa’s private quarters. Being with your best friend always made everything better. You two just clicked perfectly.

Literally. You were such a good match. You talked about all kinds of shit. You have fun toying with one another, neither of you being one to back down from a challenge. Nothing was off the table when it came to you two.

You dropped your bags by the door, closing it behind you.

“Hey ‘Ris!!”

You called out your close friends name to indicate to her that you had arrived. Larissa had invited you to a sleepover this particular Friday night. She had mentioned something about a terribly stressful week, and being the good friend you were, you immediately took up the opportunity to care for and be with your friend.

“Oh Darling, Hello, Come in!” Larissa exclaimed, coming into the main entrance which connected to her living room, and greeting you.

The tall woman came up to you, giving you side kisses on each of your cheeks and then pulling you into a friendly hug. You sighed into Larissa’s embrace. Her hugs always made you lose all worry in your life.

You then properly came into her quarters, and the two of you ended up sitting comfortably on her couch. Larissa had brought a bottle of red wine and some glasses for you two to share. And like most sleepovers, the two of you planned to put on a movie. Although you both knew you wouldn’t pay much attention to it…

Tonight, you both decided on Three Thousand Years of Longing, a movie with Idris Elba and Tilda Swinton apparently about genies. Neither of you had a particular interest in genie movies, so it was a perfect pick to play in the background and just forget about.

As the movie began, Larissa popped the cork of the wine bottle and poured two glasses out for the two of you. She handed you your glass and you thanked the blonde. You then sat in each others company and just talked.

Larissa spilled all the details about her stress at work, and you as well. You talked and talked, the only thing visibly affecting the atmosphere was the every now and then sex scenes that came up from the movie. It caused a good deal of blushes, breath hitches, and clearing throats…

A couple of hours later the movie was almost over. And you had to confess that your knickers were damp from all the sex sounds that had been coming from the television… You didn’t know, but Larissa had admitted a similar thing to herself.

Your conversations could go in any and all directions. Especially when you were both tipsy. And that you were. By now, your conversation had shifted to talk about tattoos and piercings.

“I know you’ve probably told me this, but why don’t you have any tattoos again?” You tipsily asked.

Larissa took a moment to muse and think about her answer.

“Well, If I ever do get a tattoo, I think it’s important that it matters to me and will matter for the rest of my life… And I have never found something that fits that requirement.”

You hummed and nodded your head in response, going for another swig of wine quickly afterward.

“How many piercings do you now have?” The blonde asked curiously, her eyes lightly roaming up and down your frame.

You pursed your lips and smiled.

“Well… the nose ring, bottom lip, dimples, sternum, nipples, and a Christina piercing.”

You explained each piercing, indicating where each one was as you said it. Larissa’s eyes widened and darkened after every piercing location was revealed to her.

“And tattoos…?” She said, almost sounding breathless.

Larissa had put her wine done at this point. And she had scooted close to you.

“Ooh, I’ve got a lot of those… Wanna see them?”

You had responded in a particularly teasing and playful manner, half-way joking, and not expecting the blonde to take to up on your offer.

Larissa’s eyes sparkle and her pupils dilated at your words. She could never refuse a challenge, especially not from you…

“Yes. And the nipples piercings too…”

You nearly chocked on your own air, as your eyes widened at record speed. It’s not that you minded, you didn’t, you truly trusted Larissa. You just hadn’t expected that from here.

“I—Ok…!” You chocked out, standing up in front of Larissa to give her a better view.

Larissa leaned forward in anticipation, bring her lips and clasping her hands together over her legs. You then started to show the blonde each of your tattoos, one by one. Eventually you finished your tour, leaving your last two piercings.

You had to admit that you were a little nervous. But you were also tipsy. And those two things kind of cancelled each other out in your case.

So you lifted your shirt with ease, showing the woman your piercings on your exposed breasts. Larissa damn near chocked on her wine at the realization that you weren’t wearing a bra. Her eyes widened and she fought to keep her mouth from dropping.

Larissa, almost dumbfounded, stood up and walked a few steps forward, where she was right in front of you. She reached out delicately, running a finger around your left nipple piercing. Your breath hitched lightly.

“And then I have my Christina piercing…!” You quickly said, redirecting the focus of the conversation.

Larissa’s eyes popped back up from your tits to your eye level.

“What’s that?” She innocently asked.

“It’s… I…” you stammered, your words lost on you.

“It’s— a piercing above my lower lips…”

Larissa’s eyes widened.

The wine was affecting you both by this point…

“Show me.”

You sensed the woman’s challenge and you decided to just show the woman.

You pulled your skirt down to pool storing your feet, and you carefully moved your underwear to the side, enough where Larissa could see the silver piercing near your sex.

Larissa had no words, and for a moment she just stood there. But you blinked once, and all of a sudden Larissa was on her knees, her mouth attacking your cunt.

Your knees threatened to buckle and your groaned loudly, your hand desperately grasping Larissa for stability.

“Jesus Fuck—!!”

Larissa pulled away after one simple lick, staring up at you with wide eyes. Your breath hitched and you stared back.

“You taste so good…” she whispered.

You wanted to combust right there. Your hips instinctually bucked towards the woman’s face.

“Don’t stop on my accord” you whispered back, your words turning into a groan as Larissa immediately dove in face first.

One of your hands flew to her free locks, which she had unpinned throughout the night. Your other hand desperately cling to Larissa’s shoulder.

Larissa’s tongue expertly lapped through your folds, but only after a swipe around your Christina piercing each time. It was teasing torture.

You groaned out in a whiny and breathy tone after ten minutes of this teasing.

“Oh for fucks sake Larissa— just fuck me already!!”

Larissa didn’t need to be told twice, simply humming in delight into your cunt, and then sliding her tongue into your core. You both moaned out in delight, your grasp at her head tightening.

The woman had you seeing stars minutes after this. Larissa stopped for a moment, coming up to your face and smashing her lips into yours. You moaned at your own taste on her lips. As you did so, Larissa was swift in undressing you.

“Want to see all of you… all of your piercings… all of your tattoos…” she breathlessly pled.

After all of your clothes had been discarded, Larissa playfully pushed you onto the couch. She went to straddle you, her dress still adorning her body.

“Is this okay…?” Larissa asked, a little concerned about her weight on you.

“More than…” you groaned with a post-orgasmic smile.

Larissa smirked and nodded, slipping to kneel right in front of the couch. Her hand grabbed your legs and hooked them up and above her shoulder for her easy access.

You gasped. Larissa then took a second to let her eyes wander at all of your piercings and tattoos. She licked her lips.

You were still buzzing from your previous orgasm when Larissa began swirling a finger around your slick folds. She continued to tease you clit and the entrance to your sex on and off while she sucked and licked and marked your skin. She eagerly focused her efforts on your tatted and pierced area of exposed skin.

Your head rolled back and you let out a breathy groan. Your one hand landed back in Larissa’s platinum locks, while your other was stabilizing yourself against eh couch.

“ ‘Rissa… please…” you breathily moaned, begging the woman to take you and stop all the teasing.

Larissa chuckled, and while she didn’t stop caressing and loving on your exposed skin, she did slip one of her fingers inside your wet heat. You hummed out in delight, her one finger providing your walls something to clench around, while you didn’t feel quite full or stretched yet.

While Larissa pulled and pushed her one digit in and out of you, her mouth was latched onto one of your perky, pierced buds. Strings of more breathy groans and pleading followed out of your mouth.

“M-more please ‘Rissa…!”

Larissa chuckled, pulling her one digit out, and then slipping two fingers inside you. Now this started to stretch you out. You hissed in response, your eyes rolling back.

“Taking me so well, Darling…” the woman cooed, biting your ear lobe where you had your lobe piercing.

“God F-faster—!!” You cried out breathily.

Larissa happily obliged, fucking into you with her fingers at a faster pace. The combination of her two digits and her sultry tone had you cumming a second time for the woman that night.

This time you screamed for Larissa as she made you see stars, and your legs were wobbly and shaking even more than last time.

“That’s it, doing so good…” she encouraged you, helping you over your high.

But she didn’t stop afterwards. No, she showed no signs of stopping. Her lips quickly attached to your clit, and she slid a third finger into your aching and sensitive core. You groaned and hissed, and your hand was pushing Larissa’s head further into your cunt.

Larissa’s hot mouth put the perfect amount of suction against your puffy clit and her three finger combo made you crash over into third, smaller, but still substantial orgasm.

You fell into the couch cushions, going limp, and Larissa finally pulled away, licking her fingers with wild eyes and a wicked smirk.

“W-wearing too many clothes ‘Rissa…” you huffed, completely out of breath, raising your hand lazily and indicating to her attire.

Larissa chuckled and immediately went to unzip her dress. It pooled at her feet, and she was quick to get rid of her silky undergarment set as well. In a second, the woman had you laid back along the couch, as she hovered on top of you.

She licked her lips.

“I was right by the way… you taste insatiably delicious.” Larissa purred, staring down at you.

You gulped and took the moment to admire the woman’s frame above you. Before Larissa could do anything, you raised yourself up and latched your tongue around one of her nipples. Larissa shuddered and let out a yelp.

“I think…” you hummed, letting go of her perky bud with a pop, “It’s your turn.”

Larissa’s eyes widened at your words and she nodded lightly.

“Alright…” she breathlessly spoke.

You looked the woman up and down before deciding.

“Sit on my face.”

Her eyes widened and her expression changed to one of concern.

“Oh. No, I don’t think—”

Larissa was stopped mid-sentence, gasping and groaning, by your lips trailing from her breasts and down her stomache, as you shimmied down the couch and towards her core.

“Trust me ‘Rissa…” you purred, licking through her folds only once.

Larissa’s hips immediately jerked towards your mouth for more. And she let out the hottest moan. She seemed convinced… Larissa carefully positioned herself above your face, you eagerly grabbed her hips and stuffed your face full of her needy sex.

Larissa’s hands landed on the couch to stabilize herself, as her head was thrown back and strings of leud groans and whimpers escaped her pristine lips.

Larissa looked lake a goddess above you, as you lapped away at her folds and into her core. Her hair and tits swayed in tandem, and the moment slowed perfectly for you to just revel and delight in the other woman.

When you woke up, you weren’t in your own bed… and you weren’t alone… Twisted in what you assumed to be expensive, silk sheets, you found yourself to be naked and with a strong enough headache.

You knew that you should have laid back on the alcohol…

You looked around and realized that you were in Larissa’s bedroom. And then you looked next to you in the bed, and sure enough, there lay a sleeping Larissa, just as nude as you.

You gasped lightly, sitting up, as all the events from last night came back to you. Part of you felt guilty that you both had been drunk enough, but a bigger part of you was so happy that it had finally happened.

But what if Larissa didn’t feel the same…?

“What’s on your mind, Love…?” A croaky, sleepy, yet still sultry British accent spoke out, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You looked towards Larissa who was still turned towards you, but this time her eyes were lightly opened and her sapphire gaze was upon you. You blushed lightly and sunk back into the bed.

“I… I feel like I may have taken advantage of our drunken state last night…” you whispered, not being able to look the woman in the eye as you spoke.

Larissa’s hand emerged from the covers, lightly directing your face by the chin to meet her gaze.

“Darling. If anything, I took advantage of you. I practically attacked you.” She breathed out.

“No no…” you shook your head, “I loved it.”

Your words came out before you could check them, making you blush even more intensely. At this Larissa chuckled lightly.

“I did too…”

You both smiled at each other, enjoying the newfound silence and love.

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weemssapphic · 6 months

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resplendent

Larissa Weems x f!reader

Another little Kinktober fic! 🩸

Words: ~ 2.2k | ao3 link in title

Content/warnings: vampire!reader, nsfw (smut - minors DNI), period sex, cunnilingus, marking

A/N: I swear to god I received a request for vampire!reader eating Larissa out while she's on her period and I thought it would fit well for Kinktober BUT I CAN'T FIND IT ANYMORE fhughdksghfduk. so anyway. here it is. :) *runs away and hides*

“Gods, my love, you smell divine,” you purr seductively into Larissa’s ear, standing behind her as you pull her flush against you, your hand resting on her lower abdomen.

Larissa is on her period and, as always during this time of the month, you can’t seem to keep your hands off of her. Your heightened sense of smell is driving you wild - blood is a natural aphrodisiac for you, your entire body prickling with an almost unbearable heat whenever you’re in the same room as your girlfriend while she’s on her period.

Larissa allows herself to lean back fully against you, sighing deeply as her eyes flutter shut. She pushes her lower belly into your hand and squirms slightly, placing her own hands over yours and applying a light pressure.

“Cramps?” you guess, pressing featherlight kisses to your lover’s neck - she tilts her head to the side to grant you better access and her pulse picks up almost imperceptibly. It drives you insane and you can feel your fangs slowly extend, drool beginning to pool in your mouth.

Platinum curls tickle your collarbone as Larissa nods, a frustrated huff leaving her lips. She pulls away from you and goes to sit on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs tightly together - as if that would somehow stop the scent of her blood from permeating the room.

“I’m sorry, I know this time of the month is hard for you,” she says, and it breaks your heart a little - you want to provide her comfort, you really do, but the mere scent of her makes you feel absolutely famished. You’ve only had human blood a handful of times in your life, usually going for animal blood, just like many of your peers. And, usually, people being on their period around you isn’t a big issue - you’ve trained yourself to be able to ignore the scent, and you always have an emergency supply of blood on you.

But when it’s the blood of your soulmate? The pull is almost too much to bear.

“I could give you a massage,” you suggest, trying to keep your voice level. Larissa’s gaze snaps up to meet yours, her bright sapphire eyes wider than you’ve ever seen them.

“Are you sure?”

You offer her a confident smile and stride up to the edge of the bed. “Lay back,” you instruct, and Larissa does as she’s told, settling back against the pillows and watching you curiously. She’s already dressed for sleep, wearing a deep crimson, silk pajama set, and you push her shirt up a bit to reveal her belly. Your fingers curl under the waistband of her pants, folding them down a bit to provide you better access to the area as you kneel between her thighs.

Her skin is smooth and soft underneath your hands, her abdomen bloated just a tiny bit, and you press your fingers into the tender flesh. Larissa lets out a soft groan and closes her eyes, squirming a little against your hands as they start to knead softly into her.

“Does that feel good?” you husk, your breathing growing more ragged by the second as Larissa starts to let out soft, barely audible noises of pleasure.

“Mmh… yes, thank you.” She pushes herself up into your hands and wiggles her hips - the action sends a fresh wave of her scent into the room and you feel your belly fill with heat as your cunt clenches around nothing.

“Larissa?” you ask suddenly, hating how breathless you sound. She opens her eyes - her pupils are slightly dilated and you bite back a groan. “Can I try something?”

Larissa’s cheeks turn pink - she’s pretty sure she knows what you’re about to ask. You’ve never made a secret of your intense desire for her during this time of the month, but she’s never suggested making love during her period before, so you figured she didn’t want to. But now, with the way her cheeks are flushing and her legs are gently - eagerly - parting for you, you’re starting to wonder why you hadn’t asked sooner.

“Tell me what you want to try,” she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire.

“I want to taste you.”

Brilliant white teeth sink into plush pink lips as Larissa moans, muffling the noise. “Please,” she murmurs, wiggling her hips again.

She watches you through heavy-lidded eyes as you crawl up her body, hovering over her as your fingers begin to undo the buttons of her shirt, then push it over her shoulders and discard it in a heap next to the bed. Your lips immediately find her collarbone, fangs grazing her skin as you kiss down the valley of her breasts, and you pepper the soft mounds of flesh with tiny bite marks, careful not to draw blood - you’ll have your share in a minute. Your lover is so sensitive around this time of the month, and each little nip and kiss draws a sinful noise from her throat as she arches her back off the bed in an attempt to get closer.

Latching onto a rosy nipple, you begin to flick your tongue over the pert bud, licking and sucking until it has been tugged into a hard peak. You swirl your tongue in slow, sensual circles, tracing your hands possessively over Larissa’s swollen belly and reveling in the deep, raspy groans that your ministrations pull from her chest. You repeat the action on the other side, until both of her nipples are hard and glistening with your saliva, and Larissa’s own hand is sliding up her body to fondle her breast - anything for more stimulation.

Your lips begin to trail lower, marking her stomach in hues of red and purple until you reach the waistband of her pants. A smirk grows on your face as Larissa cants her hips upwards in anticipation, and you waste no time in dragging her pants down her legs, taking her underwear right with them and placing them aside - planting kisses down the length of her legs as you go.

The sight before you instantly makes you heady, borderline delirious - Larissa’s perfect little cunt, glistening not with her usual arousal but with blood. Deep red, wet, catching the light as it drips slowly out of her. Resplendent.

The scent alone, this close and without the usual barriers of clothing or sanitary products, fills your nostrils like perfume - musky, metallic, heavy, divine. You let out a shuddering breath as you hook Larissa’s thighs over your shoulders - her folds spread open at the action and a bit of blood drips down onto the sheets beneath you.

The sheets… Larissa will be upset about those, but right now you don’t care - your mind is growing hazy and you couldn’t back out now if you tried. Licking your lips in anticipation, you lean in and run your tongue up Larissa’s slit. The moment you taste that first drop of blood, you feel your limbs begin to tingle, a deep, wanton groan clawing its way from your throat.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” you moan, flattening your tongue against Larissa’s cunt, exploring her folds and licking up every drop of blood she has to offer. You feel her hands settle on the back of your head and curl into your hair, pushing your face as close as possible to her core. “Does that feel good?”

Larissa whines, her fingers winding themselves even tighter in your hair, and you chuckle in response. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Another drawn out whine escapes her lips and you glance up just in time to see Larissa’s eyelids flutter shut, her brow creasing and her lips parting. You begin to lap at Larissa’s folds, the taste and the scent making your own clit throb. You almost feel satiated - like you’re having the best meal of your life - and yet you need more.

“Does this turn you on? Knowing I get to taste you like this?”

Larissa lets out a groan, rolling her hips and arching her back off the bed.

“Answer me, love.”

“Y- mmh - y-yes.” Larissa’s voice is much breathier than usual - you glance up again and smirk when you see her rolling her own nipple between her fingers, when you see her belly ripple as she writhes against the mattress.

“You’re so sensitive,” you whisper as you flick your tongue over Larissa’s clit - she moans and grinds her hips into your mouth, and you feel her blood smear across your chin. You must be covered now, the lower half of your face red and wet. “Look at me.”

She does, her pupils dilated with lust and her cheeks flushed. Her eyelids flutter - they look heavy, as though it’s taking all her strength to keep them open - particularly when you choose that moment to wrap your lips around her throbbing clit and suck. She draws in a sharp breath and her tongue darts out to wet her lips as her hips roll erratically against your face.

The noises she lets out are becoming more and more lewd as your tongue draws hard, fast circles around her sensitive bundle of nerves. You feel she may be close to coming undone completely - and you are, too. The tangy, metallic flavor of her heat is like nothing you’ve ever tasted - in combination with the musky, womanly scent that fills your nostrils, it causes the coil in your belly to tighten.

The pull is too difficult to resist - your tongue trails from Larissa’s cunt to her inner thighs and you nose the area. Her skin is warm and soft and a little sweaty, and you lick your lips before pressing them firmly to her tender flesh. Your fangs are extended and you graze them over the skin, drawing a whimper from your lover - when you glance up, you see her fist desperately at the sheets beneath her.

“Darling…” Her voice comes out a breathy whisper - it makes your entire body prickle with warmth.

“Shh,” you whisper, before sinking your fangs slowly into her skin. She draws in a sharp breath, her leg twitching, and you immediately flatten your tongue and soothe it over the puncture wounds, swallowing the drops of blood that have surfaced. Another gasp escapes Larissa’s mouth and she brings her hands to your hair, holding you firmly in place against her thigh.

“Such a good girl,” you murmur as you suck the remaining blood from the wounds, the taste like a drug to you.

“P-please…” Larissa squirms and you take pity on her, kissing your way across her skin back to her clit and circling the throbbing bud with your tongue. She bucks her hips into your mouth, her fingers twisting in your hair, her nails scratching your scalp.

Larissa’s thighs tremble around your head and she can no longer keep her eyes open - she drops her head back against the pillow, her chest heaving as she squeezes her eyes shut. Her jaw goes slack and her face contorts in ecstasy as pleasure washes over her. You place a warm hand over her belly as you lap at her folds, feeling her stomach muscles contract as she rides out her high.

When Larissa finally relaxes back against the covers, you pull away, the lower half of your face coated in a mixture of her arousal and her blood. She’s breathing heavily, her hands caressing her own body as she attempts to come back down to earth, and you crawl up to meet her. Her eyes widen as she takes in the messy sight before her.

“I’m sor-”

“Kiss me,” you command, and before Larissa can process your request, you crash your lips into hers. She lets out a surprised squeak, then a deep groan as your tongue slips into her mouth and twirls against her own. At first, you aren’t sure if she’s disgusted at the taste of her own blood, but then she wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you flush against her, deepening the kiss and letting out a pleased hum.

“How do you feel now?” you mumble against her lips as you part for air. You have to bite back a groan as you look down at her - she looks divine, the blood from your mouth having smeared across her chin and nose - it stokes your appetite all over again.

Larissa’s cheeks turn pink and she bats her eyelashes, her lips curling into a shy smile. “Sated.”

It’s a sentiment you agree with - you feel as though a thirst you’ve had your entire life has suddenly been quenched. You ask Larissa to wait right there for you as you draw a bath for the two of you, then come to get her and help her into the water. She leans back into you, tilting her neck to the side and allowing you to litter her skin in faint bruises and shallow puncture marks as her eyelids grow heavy with sleep. You know that eventually the water will grow cold and you’ll have to wake her and coax her to bed - but for now, you’re content to simply love on her and admire the soft smile on her lips as she relaxes into you. Your lover. Your everything.

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rippersz · 6 months

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(A Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader ~1.5K Word Oneshot) (NSFW: G!P; Face-Fucking; Lewd Language; Praise; Mommy Kink)

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Fuck, she felt good.

So good.

So heavenly. So right.

Even in the state she was in, moaning and huffing and growling with desire, head thrown back with her eyes bared to the ceiling. As though she was thanking the gods for your body and the pleasure you were willing to give her. No. Not give her. The pleasure you were willing to give up. That she was willing to take. Grasping your head in the way that she was, her knuckles turning red and bruised with the way she wedged them between your hair and the wall. Digging her fingers into your locks as though she’d make it to your skull if she pressed hard enough. Just keeping you there. Keeping you just right.

“Don’t move,” she panted earlier, her accent coming second to the raspy husk of her tone. So deep in pleasure she was- so lost to her own instincts.

Your poor lover. Your dear Larissa. She’d regret being so rough in a few hours, when you have trouble moving your neck and your throat is raw and scratchy - but you’ll comfort her as you always do and tell her that if she asked to do it again in a few days, you wouldn’t hesitate to say yes.

As it were, she didn’t even ask. The situation simply fell into both sets of your hands. Your pretty darling, unable to take care of herself after she got ready for the banquet, nearly out the door when the mental image of you in lingerie had her stumbling back to the bed and nearly ripping off her panties with haste to take her ecstasy into her own hands. And then you, walking into the room to grab her and greet the guests, only to find her on the side of the bed, rutting against her slim pretty fingers. She looked beautiful in her sweet flush-cheeked glory, but her palm was slippery and clumsy and she hadn’t gotten herself off in so long that you just had to help. How cruel it would have been to leave her like that.

And so, as you teased, came the escalation.

And so, as you moaned around her length, the true admittance of desire.

And so, your head pressed against the wall, your legs trembling and spread out in front of you, and the weight of her cock pressed against the back of your throat. Bullying it to bruise as she pumped her hips with unmatched strength and then held you there, her plush thighs quivering when your lips and nose pressed to the light curls at the base of her cock. Sheathing herself inside you, using you with a pathetic amount of need. Doubled over at the waist and eyes rolling back with an overwhelming- burning- amount of pleasure once your body’s instincts kick in and your throat squeezes the sensitive curve of her shaft. Constricting around her to the point where it makes you both ache and it makes your chest stutter and she’s forced to wrench herself away while pushing your head back against her fingertips, even though there’s nowhere else for you to go. Huffing and puffing and breathing so deeply while she watches you gasp for breath and shiver.

Eyes meeting while the spit from the red of your lips and the pink tip of her cock only spiderwebs and dips - not even destroyed by gravity before she’s pushing herself forward again and pressing herself to your mouth; waiting with desperate wanting eyes as you recover and open yourself up for her again. And again. And again - and again - and again. Over and over and over. Until your vision is blurred with tears, and your face is warm and stiff from some long dried and some still falling, collecting by your chin to mix with the drool that spills from your lips. A steady stream of your devotion, given and taken willingly - with enthusiastic consent as she pushed you against the wall and lined you up with her cock and you nearly fell over the edge on the spot; happy to help your darling lover. Happy to have her want you. Happy to please her and listen to her whines as she feels herself get close.

“P-please- right there- yes. T-take it. Take it. Deeper. Yesss.” Arching her back and clenching the muscles in her legs, making you moan with appreciation at the feel of her strength beneath your hands. Palms running over her calves and her shins and her thighs, desperate to make her feel good- so good. And letting your own eyes close when she leans over and whimpers, trying to control her breathing long enough to praise you. To tell you-

“Good- ungh- girl - fuck, oh gods- so- so good to me- f-for me… for- Mo-Mommy!” Both of your bodies humming with pure delight when she gives herself her honorable title, inhaling on a sharp breath before the most erotic moan slips out of her perfectly painted mouth. Red lips opening and closing, white teeth pressing together, hissing and growling as you tug her closer and keep her cock in your throat; the weight of it pressed to your tongue, the feel of it against the roof of your mouth as you try to swallow. All of it heavenly and soft and something divine as she slows down and eases herself in as far as she can go- until your chin brushes the softness of her balls and the tip of your nose prods the ticklish curls near her groin.

“Through your nose, darling,” she speaks slowly, softly, her beautiful chest rising and falling with short breaths as you do as told and take a moment to fight through the instinctive urge to gag. Allowing time to slow as you keep your eyes on hers and watch her nod while a slow smile crawls across her lips- unspoken praise falling from her as she hears and sees the way you inhale, inhale, inhale, hold it, and then exhale, exhale, exhale - your throat working around her cock while you train yourself to take it.

Always.

Any day.

Anywhere.

Your lower back numb from the feeling of sitting on the floor for so long, your panties ruined beyond belief as you leak and twitch and throb in tandem with your lover’s body, your brain fuzzy and your throat sore and your ears kind of ringing - but finding none of it matters when she looks down at you with wide eyes and feels you moan around her length and is suddenly pressing you so close, so hard, that you can’t breathe at all.

Drooling and groaning and whimpering as she pumps herself into your warm mouth, hips moving like mad with unchecked desire as her breath catches in her throat.

“Oh baby- baby I’m gonn- gonna- fuck darl-ing. Momm-Mommy’s gonna- gonna cum- please- pleasepleaseplease- please let me-”

And you don’t even hesitate to nod, using your tongue to lap at the sides of her pretty cock as she moves, silently begging her to cum down your throat- hard and fast and pleasurable enough to see fucking stars- as tears build in your eyes. Blinking them away quickly, your nails digging into her thighs, your body in flames with ecstasy as she meets your gaze and her lips fall open and she whimpers your name in a small squeak while the thick of her cock twitches. Spasms. Folded over you, forehead nearly pressed to the wall, as she keeps you there- keeps you there- keeps you there-

-yes!

Yes!

Fuck Larissa! Fuck you feel so- so- good- god yes!

And a fulfilling, satisfying warmth spills down the back of your throat, fast and thick as she shudders and groans and feels the way you constrict around her when you swallow it all without pause. Like it’s second nature, taking it like your life’s fucking duty, such a good little cockslut for Larissa Weems as you close your eyes and ignore the tears and the drool and the burn and the numb and the desire and instead focus on the way she finally breathes with unparalleled relief. Knowing her sweet girl is there to take her cum whenever she wants- to feel her in her throat or around her fingers or her tongue or resting on her lips- always eager to be of service. To be a good girl and take your Mommy like the desperate little whore you are. Her chest filling with breath while the last of her climax runs through her body; her pretty cock twitching and throbbing with aftershocks until the last of her cum is lapped up and you’re pushing against her thighs - telling her with as much kindness as you can for her to step back so you don’t pass out. And when she does, shivering and taking her hands away from your head and gently leaning it against the wall to slide stray bits of hair back behind your ears, your own chest heaves with delight. Grateful for the air, savoring the last of her in your mouth- salty and human and all hers, and happy to remove your shaking hands from her thighs so you can reach up and wipe the spit from your mouth.

“You did so well for me darling,” you hear her hum a moment later. “You always do.”

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My fucking dream come true. Have a good day. Love you lots. - Rip x

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(Too tired for tags today sorry darlings)

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inlovewithgreta · 7 months

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＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Kinktober 2023 ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Week One: breeding kink/riding

Shapeshifter - Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Larissa had learned something new about herself, and you were the only person she was ever going to share it with.

Other Warnings: shape-shifted cock, explicit language, creampie, etc…

Word Count: 1.5k

Taglist: @enchantressb @dopenightmaretyphoon @shslbunnylover

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Your gaze couldn't help but shift to the newfound bulge in Larissa's panties. You two had been carelessly making out in bed when you suddenly felt something new touch your inner thigh.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know I could do that," Larissa's cheeks instantly grew crimson as your mouth fell agape at the sight beneath you.

Her hand went to move between her legs, in an attempt to cover her newly shape-shifted cock, but a gentle hand from you tugged at her wrist to stop her action.

"No no, don't be embarrassed, my love." Your hand slid from her wrist to interlace your fingers with hers as an attempt to comfort the blue-eyed blonde beneath you.

"But it's a—"

"I know, but that's okay!" You give Larissa's hand a gentle squeeze, "I actually find it quite... interesting." Your gaze lowered back down to her bulge.

"Interesting?" The blonde questioned, eyebrows knitting in confusion. "How?" Her usual pale cheeks only reddened ever more.

"Well, if you can do this..." You leaned forward, hovering your lips over Larissa's ear. "Then we don't need the strap anymore.. and if you can feel this..." You then placed a hand on her bulge, giving it a firm squeeze that had Larissa's breath hitch. "Then I say, let me pleasure you in ways you've never imagined." You ended your speech with kisses along Larissa's neck.

The blonde squirmed at your touch. Her thoughts were running wild at all the new things she could not only feel, but do. And she was glad that you were so into it. Something she never thought possible, something she was now excited to test out with you.

"Pleasure me then," Larissa's voice was quiet and breathy.

Your hand took no time in pulling her panties down, freeing her hardened cock from its tight restraints. The thin cloth got tossed carelessly behind you as you kept your focus on the woman beneath you.

"Is this okay?" you genuinely asked when you heard a gasp after grinding your hips on her.

"Yess, definitely yes."

Larissa was shocked at how good it felt. The feeling of your bare wet pussy sliding against her newfound body part had her in a daze. Her crimson colored fingers grabbed at your waist, gently stroking at your stretch marks as your hips moved back and forth.

She couldn't help but let out her first soft moan, unaware that her noises only encouraged you more. Your hands fell to her tits to keep yourself steady as you rocked.

"How does this feel?" you asked.

"I-It feels good, but—" The woman cut herself off, sheepishly avoiding eye contact until you lifted a finger to her chin, bringing her gaze back onto you.

"But what? Use your words, darling. I can't help you if I don't know what you need.."

"I need more," she confessed, letting out a shaky breath at the slow roll of your hips that had her cock twitch beneath you.

"How much more?" Your thumb gently grazed over her light pink nipple.

"I need to feel you... to feel myself inside you. To feel every possible inch of you that you'll give me."

You leaned forward after Larissa finished speaking, pressing your lips firmly against her now barely crimson colored ones in a loving kiss.

"If that's what you want, then who am I to deny you of such pleasure.." you purred against her lips.

You could hear Larissa's breath hitch as your hand slid between her legs to line her cock up with your slick hole.

"Are you ready?"

The blue-eyed beauty nodded her head, soft hands taking place at the curve of your hips.

"Words my love."

"I'm ready— I'm so damn ready."

You ran the tip of her dick along your folds before slowly easing her inside you. Your arousal made it easy for her to slide in, quiet profanities leaving Larissa's lips as she truly felt you for the first time.

She instantly felt euphoric, the new sensation quickly becoming something she would soon crave more and more of. You were both so eager to please each other, Larissa immediately guiding your hips along her length.

You sighed contently, head falling to the nape of Larissa's neck. Your lips instantly locked onto her porcelain skin to kiss along her neck.

"Fuckk..." she mumbled.

Your hand fell just under her jawline to turn her head, allowing you more access to the woman's neck.

Larissa's hips instinctively bucked up just as you made your way down her length that had her hitting the spongy spot deep inside that forced a moan to escape past your lips.

"Oh my god.." You met your movements with Larissa's, moving down the full length of her cock that had your skin smack against hers after being met with each thrust. "Faster.. please go faster," you mewled.

Larissa's hands left your waist to fondle your ass, slender fingers gripped at your cheeks as the blonde thrusted into your cunt that had your brain going fuzzy. Your hand on the woman's jawline pulled her face towards you, engulfing her full lips into a passionate kiss.

As Larissa picked up her pace, your moans got silenced into her mouth as her tongue was quick to dominate your own. Her fingernails dug across your ass, leaving reddened marks in their wake as she began deeply pounding into you.

"God you feel so good," she groaned into the kiss.

Your free hand slid down to her breast, fingers pulling her pink nipple between your fingers. You could feel a familiar knot form in your stomach as Larissa became erratic, her thrusts hitting you right where you needed her most.

"Let me see you when you come," Larissa stated when she felt your pussy clench around her. "I want to see that pretty little face you always make when I have you come."

You sat up straight, giving Larissa exactly what she wanted. Her blue eyes immediately fell to your tits that your hands grabbed as soon as you sat up. She loved watching the way your tits bounced and swayed with your movements. The way your eyebrows knitted as you could feel yourself getting close to your release. The way your mouth fell agape to let the throaty moans of ecstasy escape from your throat.

It was truly a sight for her to see, and it only made her want to let you finish faster so she can watch you come along the length of her cock.

"I'm so close, 'Rissa!"

You bounced on her cock, ignoring the strain to your thighs as you chased your release. Larissa was right behind you, she could feel herself getting worked up as her breathing labored. Beads of sweat formed along your hairline as your hand dipped between your thighs. Your fingers played with your clit, and that truly sent Larissa over the edge. Her eyes fixated on the way her lengthy cock sunk in and out of you while your fingers toyed with your clit.

"Fuck– I'm close too, don't stop!"

Your moans only grew louder as Larissa's nails dug into your sensitive skin. Your movements became desperate, mouth becoming dry as it didn't dare to close to allow for Larissa to hear every moan.

Your pussy clenching around Larissa's cock as you came had her own moans grow louder. Eyebrows knitted together, and legs shook violently as your orgasm ripped roughly through you.

"Oh shit! I-I'm gonna come!" Larissa quickly became aware of the fact that she had no protection, and the look of panic on her face didn't last long as your next words sent her straight over the edge.

"Come inside me," you said as you did your best not to still your shaking body from your orgasm.

"Fuck.." she groaned.

"Please," you whimpered as your movements slightly slowed. "Fill me. Fill every inch of me with your come!"

Larissa's breathing labored as she immediately held onto you tightly, head falling deeper into the plush pillow, her cock twitching before shooting her load inside you.

"Yesss, just like that!" you egged her on.

You rose and fell along her cock as she came inside you, white droplets coating the length of her dick that she couldn't help but gaze at.

It was a pure sight to see from her angle. Your body being completely overloaded with her come that when you slowly lifted yourself from her, your pussy dripping of her come.

Your inner thigh was covered with your juices along with her come, and Larissa's eyes darkened when your fingers dipped between your legs before sliding into your mouth.

"Mmm," you hummed in approval as you sucked on your come covered digits. "Sooo good..." you admitted before leaning forward once more, and giving Larissa a needy kiss.

Your tongue dipped into her mouth, and Larissa couldn't help but copy the same hum you just made as she tasted not only you, but herself as well.

"Do that again," you whispered against her lips, Larissa instantly flipping the two of you over to allow her to be on top.

She had a fire in her eyes as she pinned you to the duvet, stray hairs falling past her face as she closely hovered over you.

'Gladly' was her only response as she wrapped your legs around her and lined herself back up with your entrance, ready to give you exactly what you wanted.

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emsgwenstan · 3 months

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The letter

FLUFF babes, wholesome happy ending kinda fic, but if u know me there’s always a dash of angst thrown in. LOVE CONFESSION!

Words: 1.5-2k

Warnings: non just anxiety.

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You had to do it, it was killing you not to. There you were hands trembling smoothing down your hair and picking the invisible lint of your black v-neck’s long sleeves, your vision almost blurring due to the nerves. The piece of paper that lay on the dressers surface crumpled and worn already, every night you would reread your words over and over as if trying to memorise a script, it’s been a week since you had written the letter and the only thing to come of it was nightmares of how wrong this could go.

The plan of attack is to go find Larissa, preferably in her office confined in privacy and confess the two years of emotions to her, what will happen next is beyond you. Standing from the edge of your bed and stimming your hands as if to shake away the impending panic attack you pace to the mirror to straighten your silver necklace and fix any possible discrepancies with your simple make up.

Larissa and yourself had a great relationship, well friendship. You enrolled as an art and outcast history teacher two years ago and since then the dynamic between the two of you has been nothing short of amazing and domestic, you would go shopping in Burlington once a month and occasionally go out for dinner every Friday, as well as the random night caps that prolonged for longer then they should leading into the early hours of the morning on a school night.

Larissa had been adverse to opening up for the first six months or so, never really wanting to rely or put her trust into someone who could possibly hurt or cause harm to her feelings, understandably of course, the first personal conversation she really initiated was about previous experiences with friendships and or relationships, mortica and Marilyn being just examples. You though, seemed to understand her on a different level, having shared the same kind of difficulties, ranging from friends to past lovers and many otherwise distasteful people. She caught onto how understanding and empathetic your were, the fact that you listened and heard what she was trying to say, but not in the way other staff would listen, you didn’t show any kind of frightened emotion because of her authority, instead you saw her for her, you saw her as Larissa not principal Weems.

Finally with enough courage mustered, you snatch the letter and exit your quarters making the nerve wracking trek to her office. It’s about 6:30 when you leave, having had time to get changed and prepare after dinner and settle in the meantime. You shoved your phone in the back pocket of your navy jeans and keys in the tiny front pocket, the only sounds emanating within the stone halls are the steps of your flats and the deep inhale and exhales of breath.

Once you arrive the gold plaque with her name displayed, almost mockingly showed your reflection as if to say don’t do it, don’t fuck this. But you did it, you knocked. Larissa sat hunched over her desk and rested her elbows on the mahogany rubbing her temples to release the never ending headache when her door rang with three prominent knocks. “Come in?” Who the hell would be needing something from her no- oh. “Hey.” You said slipping through the doors and gently shutting it. “Oh y/n, how are you sweetheart?” She asked straightening up and closing her laptop.

“I’m ok…” you said quietly eyes flicking about the room as an awkward silence lingered in the air. Larissa was the first to speak again. “Is there something I can help you with?…Or?” She asked tiling her head to try catch your gaze. “Yes-no, I..I don’t know.” You stuttered. Her tense shoulders relaxed a little and her mouth involuntarily twitched into a hopefully helpful smile, even though she was confused. “Sorry I’m just…” you began with a sigh trailing to one of the seats in front of her desk and slumping into it whilst shaking your head. “It’s ok, take your time I’m all ears, you know that.” She spoke clasping her hands gracefully upon the wooden surface.

In the palm of your hand rested the yet again scrunched piece of paper, your thumbs rubbed at the corner of the page with a tremble. For the first time since entering the threshold you looked at her, properly, meeting her glittering cerulean eyes and sweet expression. She was breathtaking as always dressed in one of her finest matching cream coat and skirt suits and white silk blouse, her jewellery glistening to polished perfection and hair meticulously crafted, and to top it off the signature red lipstick you were oh so fond of.

“You look wonderful, are you off somewhere?” She asked in a smooth voice. “Hmm? Oh no.” You muttered letting the silence fall yet again. “I um…” deep breath. “I want to say something, but…I would like it if you could let me at least attempt to finish before you respond, if that’s ok.” You said gulping half way through your sentence. “That’s ok, if it’s something you’ve done I’m sure we can work through it, but I must admit your making me worried darling, you’re never this formal.” She confessed.

Abruptly standing, you turned you back to let your eyes close for a moment before continuing, putting a healthy distance between you both, you shakily unravel the paper and look to her. “You know better than anyone that I like to say and do things face to face right?” You asked as a prompt to actually stop procrastinating. “I do.” She confirmed. “And no matter the circumstances I try to face every single confronting situation.” You continue. “Of course, I try to encourage you to do so…” she trailed never taking her eyes off of you. “Ok.” You whisper.

One last look before the potential disaster you’re about to cause. “Dearest Larissa.” You began reading from the page pausing every couple of moments. “For the past two years… you have been my companion, confidant, wingwoman and best friend.” You say taking another breath. “You have listened, you have learned and tolerated much of me over this time… for that I will be infinitely grateful, just as I am for all the time we have spent together.” Your eyes flitted to her for a fraction of a second to see if she was following, she was, hanging off every word.

“Your trust and faith in me is my motivation to get up in the morning and try to succeed in the job you have generously handed to me, it also gives me a sense of pride that I am the one you choose to trust with your most inner thoughts and feelings, about people, about values, about whatever you wish to share, another thing I’m greatfull for.” You pause again to collect your bearings and hold it together. “You are kind, intelligent, sweet, beautiful and all round incredible in every sense of the word. You have a talent to command a crowd to your will and a gentleness that is rare to just the average person. I’ve never once been disappointed in who you are, not once, because it’s you and anyone who meets you in their lifetime should thank themselves lucky for having that privilege.”

Larissa sat wide eyed with her lips slightly parted in anticipation of hearing the rest. “I think I should finally own up to being the one who leaves the random flowers, sticky notes and occasional hot chocolate when you haven’t the time to get them yourself, not that you should have to, I apologise if it was too invasive and if you wish for me to stop I will do so, I believe that you deserve to have something to brighten up your day with something as simple as those, because you do.” You say starting to feel the tears prick in the corners of your eyes and hands unsteadily grasp the paper.

Resuming in a breaking voice. “On that note you deserve so much, someone’s hand to hold or shoulder to cry or collapse on, an unasked for embrace and a warm bed filled with tender care. You have no idea-.” You cut yourself of by sniffing and wiping the free falling droplets rolling down your cheeks. “No idea how much it pains me to know that you feel unseen, overlooked and unappreciated by others, but you have to know how much I see what you do, I see the sleepless nights behind your eyes and the insults scared on your heart.” You said holding back sobs.

“I know that you don’t-.” You bit your lip suppressing the pain just for a while longer. “That you don’t feel what I do… that my feelings are unrequited, but at this moment I wouldn’t want to spend my time doing anything else then making sure that you know.” Tilting the paper down and raising your eyes to meet hers you spoke again. “How loved you are, how much you are loved by me, and that you will always have someone who is proud of you for everything, and is interested in all the things you have to say.” You lifted to paper back to you frame of vision and read the last part of you letter.

“Because you Larissa are cherished and held in the most sacred part of my soul and have a home in my heart. I love you with every fibre of my being my sweet girl and I hope you don’t ever forget it… yours, y/n y/l/n.” The second you finished the tightnesses in your throat felt like your breathing constricted to only the most minuscule of air. Gasping for it you dropped to your knees and held onto your chest as if it would help in some way.

Larissa’s own tears fell as you pressed on, the second you fell to the floor she sprung into action by coming to your side, she knelt on the ground and placed a hand on your shoulder to signal her presence. You looked up at her and instantly reached for her face with one hand and the other still holding onto your chest. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry Larissa, please, please, please don’t hate me I’m sorry, I ruined everything, I just- I…” you mumbled almost incoherently between gasps, and just like that when you truly saw her through stinging tears you yourself asked her if she was ok.

“Oh, no don’t cry! Please, no you’re ok, you’re ok.” You squeaked using your other hand to remove the mascara streaks down her porcelain skin. Larissa was stunned by the way you selflessly still even at this point managed to be more concerned about her then you own breakdown. Larissa had never in her life time experienced something like this, not a single person has ever expressed such concern and care towards her and she doesn’t know how to react. She knows that this isn’t the first time you have told someone you like them, but she also knows you have never told someone you love them, let alone that being her.

“I can go, I’ll- I’ll go and I’ll leave you be, ok? You can forget this ever happened alright?” You said sitting back on your thighs to reach the dropped letter, but Larissa stopped you by grasping your wrist and making you look at her. “Stop. Just stop… you’ll stay.” She said in a groggy tone. “But-.” “No.” She cut in. Coming back full force your body wreaked with more uncontrollable sobs. Larissa guided you into her arms and let you be broken just for a moment to release your pent up adrenaline. She held you and rocked you until you calmed and slowed with the pouring apology’s. Gently she tried to coax you out of your state by quietly shushing and running her palm over the crown of your head to the nape of your neck over and over.

Neither of you knew how long it was that you sat wrapped together, but when it felt right Larissa pulled back and cupped your face in her hand and peered into your swollen and puffy eyes. “Thank you.” She breathed. You stared back at her almost emotionless drained of any and all energy, you were confused as to why she chose to thank instead of ask you to leave in disgust. “I’m sorry that I did this.” You started. “But I’m not sorry that I fell in love with you.” You said picking at the skin around your nails. “Nor am I.” She replied. The crease in your brows deepened at her words.

Slowly Larissa lent her forehead against your own and breathed deeply. “What did I do to be graced with you?.” She whispered. “I’m the one who should be proud of you darling, you said it. You said what I’ve wished to say for a long time, and… I know that must have been very difficult to say, but I’m glad you did.” She said. Your eyes fluttered close to just enjoy this small moment. “Look at you comforting others with the words you wish to hear, y/n…” she retracted just a little. “You are the one who is loved by me. I’m just not as brave as you to say it, but I am now and I don’t know what this means, but I see how much love you have to give, I feel it when ever your around… you told me once you believe that you were only meant to give love and not receive it, but if you will let me, I want to give mine to you.” She smiled.

This isn’t how you pictured this to go, not in the slightest, but who could ever complain. You peered into her eyes so intensely to make sure there was no underlying malice or false intention, but you didn’t find an ounce. You took ahold of Larissa’s right hand and opened her fingertips to lay a palm on your chest. “Rissa…” you started, not being able to find the right words. “I know.” She said pulling her hand with yours on top and cupping your cheek, you leaned into her touch just to relish in her warmth. More tears fell down your cheeks burning from following the same tracks as previous ones. “I’m so tired.” You hummed. “I know.”

Larissa removed her heels tossing them aside before shifting herself to a grounding position on her knees. She held the back of your calves and wrapped them around her waist and moved your arms to brace around her neck. You caught on to what she was doing and almost resisted not wanting her to hurt herself by your weight, instead she leaned back putting one arm around your waist and one under your ass holding you to her as she stood. Larissa guided yourselves through to her quarters adjacent of her office and without letting you go she knelt on the bed and laid down without disturbing the position.

That bed, the same luxurious place the two of you shared so many memories in, watching movies, bickering, watching her remove her make up in the vanity’s reflection, the same place she perched her head in your lap to brush out her hair and loosely braid for her to sleep in. This was the place you knew you loved her, you saw Larissa for everything she was and only you have had the privilege of knowing who and what she really is.

Your head moved from the crook of her neck to the same pillow she occupied and breathed her in, you moved one of your arms to the little space between you and used you fingertip to trace over her face, her cheeks, nose, eyes and lips, Larissa felt peace, she felt whole like a missing part of her returned, she always felt that way when you were around, even the times she would walk past your classroom and though she couldn’t see you her stomach would erupt in butterflies knowing you were close.

“I love you y/n.” She whispered. Your gaze turned upward to her eyes and you smiled, a genuine smile that only she could bring to your face. “I love you more.” You replied. “Larissa?” You asked after a moment’s hesitation. “Mmm?” She hummed. “Would it be selfish of me to ask if I could kiss you…” you said hoping for a yes, but if she still has boundaries-. Larissa didn’t even respond, within two seconds of finishing your question she kissed you, gently but passionately, she swallowed every breath of yours and you hers.

After a while your limbs were together intertwined, soft breaths as well as shuddering ones from the after effects of crying and shy strokings from nimble fingers were what made the pain from many prior months seem to wither away. Larissa and yourself had moved off the bed to change into something to sleep in, she wouldn’t let you leave and for that you were happy because you didn’t want to.

You rested in her clothes in her bed under the sheets curled to her side as she rested against the headboard, eyes fluttering from exhaustion. Larissa played with your hair tracing the shell of your ear before reaching to her bedside table pulling out the small notebook from the draw, she rested it in her lap and opened it flipping through the first couple of pages and she began to read aloud.

“Tuesday 11th. Something wonderful happened today, something I didn’t think I was akin to anymore. It seems I have fallen into love with my best friend, I know history repeating itself, but this is far different to a teenage obsession, I love this woman, I love her far greater than anything else in this world, however I’m afraid she will never know. But I’ve waited this long to feel something like this again I’m ok with it staying like this, for now at least.” She said not stopping her ministrations the whole time of reading.

You looked up at her while she read with a twinkle in your eyes and a sleepy smile plastered to your face. Larissa tore out the page and rested it and the notebook on the table and told you to keep it if she can keep yours, she shuffled down and wrapped herself around you and together you both fell into a blissful sleep. This was the first night of many more to come, your last thought was finally, and hers was exactly the same.

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #principle weems #wednesday #larissa weems x y/n #larissa x reader #gwenchrist(ie)#wlw fanfic #larissa weems x reader

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unmeisenpai · 18 days

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Ok here’s some random omega vers with Brienne because I couldn’t resist yall reading it. Also ❌18+❌ ONLY MDI, omega verse, Brienne being a top, biting/ marking, breeding kink. I think that’s everything please lmk if I missed anything and I hope yall enjoy.

Slamming

“Brienne…mmm.please….slow down.”

Your legs were numb, as Brienne slammed you into the wall. Your whole body off the ground, as she held you in her strong arms.

You never expected your knight, Lord commander of the Kings guard, Ser Brienne of Tarth would be taking you roughly, behind a brothel.

You hadn’t seen her in 8 years, and ever since she left Tarth you heard nothing of her whereabouts, if she was dead or alive.

So when you received a raven from Kings Landing, inviting you to stay in the castle as a personal guest of the Lord Commander. You never expected to see Brienne standing by the Kings side, clad in Gold armor and looking like a Goddess of War.

Now here you are being filled to the brim by the very knight you longed for.

Your arms warped around her neck, as she slams into you biting down on your shoulder. You want to scream at her pace and grunts, but you keep yourself quiet, and decide to bite her instead.

She hisses at that, and grunts into your ear as she digs her nails into your thighs and slams you into the wall harder and harder with each thrust.

“Brienne take me, I’m yours I always have been.” Her only response to your words is her hand moving towards your clit and rubbing tight circles onto it. You hissed at that and did your best not to scream.

Her thrusts grew needy and desperate, as she chanted your name over and over.

“Destiny you’re mine, I’ll never let you go.”

Her thrusts become erratic as she cries out your name, you know you can’t take much more, so you call out to her.

“Brienne I can’t… I’m going to…” She understands your meaning and kisses you roughly, in that moment you can feel her fill you to the brim with her seed. Your whole body reacts and you can’t help but cum on her cock, as you scream her name.

#gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #larissa weems #brienne of tarth #brienne x reader #the sandman lucifer x reader #brienne of tarth x reader #larissa x reader #jane murdstone x reader #wallpaper #top brienne #ser brienne #Brienne x oc

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billiedeansbitch · 7 months

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𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 (nsfw)

(𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

a/n: It's kinktober so I have an excuse to write filth and just filth with no plot. Enjoy :>

warning/s: MINORS DNI. mirror kink. praise kink. size kink. cunnilingus. fingering. slight mention of breeding. office sex.

Larissa was drunk off of kissing you, off of worshipping you with her mouth and teeth and hands. She loved the taste of sweat on your skin as her tongue—flat and wide and wet—ran along the length of your throat, smirking at the way it bobbed as you swallowed and whimpers vibrated right onto her lips.

She loved tracing her tongue down to the valley of your breasts, licking each nipples and sucking the undersides, circling your belly button all the way down until there was no part of you she hadn’t tasted. Her fingernails dragged on your skin leaving red marks in their wake before her hand—strong and very much capable of different heights of pleasures—slid down your sides to grip on your hips and pulled you without mercy as her mouth found its way down to her desired place. A squeak pushing past your lips making the older woman above you chuckle.

And she was gentle as she dipped her tongue down to the familiar route she had taken over and over. You felt it in between your folds parting and teasing. She licked her way up to your clit then down again to the very end. It drove you mad. You were positive your juices were now overflowing to her mouth from just the way her tongue was working you up.

Honey, she said once, you tasted like honey and smelled like the perfect woman.

Before you knew it, her thumbs were spreading you and your toes curling against the hard surface of her desk.

“Fuck,” you breathed, finding purchase in her hair and onto her shoulder, your back arching.

“Please.” It was pathetic how you couldn’t wait to be filled, your insides already anticipating the stretch as she forced her length all the way until the tip was hitting your cervix, until your body couldn’t physically take it all but you still wanted her, all of her. So greedy for her.

You wanted to squirm, to buck your hips to her face, to pull her right where you needed her and scream. Oh, you were so ready to scream for her. So ready for everyone to hear how much of a slut you are for her and while the chances of anyone hearing what was happening in her office was low due to soundproof walls it was not zero.

Her eyes were lidded—lustrous. She looked at you with eyes that speak of a deep desire, a need of a craving that was beyond anything she had ever experienced. Every instinct within her was just demanding more and more. To take everything you had to offer. To have you.

You shouldn’t have let yourself get so lost in those eyes, those eyes that were once so vivid blue were now dark, dark like the endless depth of the ocean ready to swallow you.

You shouldn’t have let yourself be enamoured because that was when the predator striked.

Larissa earned herself a gasp, followed by a whimper and then moans as she plunged two of her fingers inside and curled them altogether.

“Do three.” you suggested,

“Mmm, as you wish.” She cooed, slipping her fingers and adding another.

“That’s right. That’s it baby. Take it all in. I know you can.” So you relaxed your body, allowing her to push deeper into your sex causing for your mouth to fall open with a silent scream, your brows knitting together in both pain and pleasure.

“Such a very good girl, aren’t you?” She kissed each of your thighs then your hip bones, you could feel her smiling against your skin. “I'm so proud of you. Good job.” her words made your heart swell with pure pride and love.

“Tell me, does it feel good?” She asked curling her fingers again, this time hitting your spot.

“Hng—yes! Yes, fuck” You hissed when she started penetrating you in and out, and each time, she made sure your body would want more.

Your face instantly went red from the lack of proper breath as she edged you, “Don’t you dare come without telling me, little one.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You willed your eyes open, wanting to see her and only her but the reflection above stunned you. You knew of her affinity for mirrors, she had made you watched herself fuck you more than you could count while staring at the mirror, knew that she get off from looking at you playing with yourself with your legs spread wide and your back pressed to her body in front of huge mirror in her bedroom but this…the sight above you knocked the breath out of your lungs. She had mirrors on the ceiling.

You could see yourself being fucked so rough that your body move against her fingers, and you loved it, loved how you could watch the way how her body was almost draped over you, her mouth now clamped on your breast satiating her own need for flesh.

“You think we can add another one?” your gaze shifted down to your lover, “W-what? Larissa, I—” you breathed out, completely astonished with her request yet the idea aroused you in ways you couldn’t comprehend. Why, why did it make your cunt flutter?

“We should start stretching you if you want my cock to fit into your tiny hole, love.” Mmm, fuck.

You nodded, “Yes. Yes, fuck, you can add another.”

“I know you’d say yes.” She smiled and kissed your forehead, it was so loving and warm like she just didn’t ask if she could fuck you with four of her fingers.

You tried to brace yourself from the pain. Your arms snaking around her torso, pulling her closer and closer, “Kiss me, please. I need you to kiss me.” And kiss you she did.

Distracted, you almost didn’t feel her adding the fourth but fuck it was impossible not to feel it once she started moving her fingers again. So, the kiss faltered and she watched you take her all in with a shit-eating smirk on her face.

Larissa fucked you with her fingers, with her mouth, with her words. She made your head spin in pure ecstasy until you felt yourself on the brink of a mind-shattering orgasm.

“Please let me come.” You were desperate, the knot was too tight and too hot, her pace was not getting any slower. You had to come.

“Come for me, little one.”

As the orgasm hit and her arm grew tired her kisses turned loving, more gentle. “I love you.” She panted against the crook of your neck, her body growing limp.

You gladly secured your arms around her, kissing the side of her face and murmuring words of affection.

After a moment, Larissa pulled herself just enough that she could rest her chin on your sternum, “Next time, when you’re ready. I'll bury my cock deep inside your cunt and breed you.” she said, pulling her fingers out of you and licking each one, not once did she ever lift her gaze from you.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems imagine #larissa x reader #principal larissa weems #larissa weems smut #larissa weems #kinktober

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crow-raven-crow · 2 months

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Can I, pretty please, request a fic of Larissa finding out reader has nipple piercing? Like, it's totally unexpected of reader to have them bc they seem so innocent. I don't really have a solid idea other than reader forgets to wear a bra, and it's visible through the shirt or whatever. Idk, I leave everything up to you tbh

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 - [𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝟏𝟖+]

✧･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧ :══════⊹⊹══════: ✧･ﾟ｡˚☾.･✧

𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐟!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: ~3.2k 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: some fluff, NSFW, nipple piercings, reader receiving, nipple focused, slighting marking kink, vaginal fingering, slight begging, small mention of praise, alludes to future sex

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: see above

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

AO3 link in title ✧･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧ :══════⊹⊹══════: ✧･ﾟ｡˚☾.･✧

✧･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧ :══════⊹��══════: ✧･ﾟ｡˚☾.･✧

The rapid tapping of fingers against a keyboard filled the dimly lit room, the sound filling the space with a sense of urgency. Shadows danced along the walls under the cold moonlight - a room that was bathing in the golden hues of a sunset just moments before transformed with the arrival of night throughout Nevermore. The light coming off her laptop screen mixed with the tones of the moon highlighted the shine of blue eyes and smooth, pale skin.

Blue eyes scanned the laptop screen with unwavering focus, but no matter how rapidly she was typing, her mind was found far elsewhere. The documents and emails in front of the tall blonde were being responded to on autopilot, her motions guided by memory. The true motivation she found to get through all of her work was to cozy up next to you with her favorite bottle of wine. Each moment felt as though it dragged on into eternity, yet the thought of seeing you at the end of it was enough to make her power through her workday

Your relationship with Larissa was still new, only spanning a few months, but neither of you could deny the chemistry that was present when you were together. You worked with each others strengths and allowed the other to confide in their weaknesses. The connection and compatibility that was present was hard to ignore, even by your other coworkers.

With her final thoughts all in place, she hesitated for a moment before finally clicking "send" on the email, a content smile gracing her lips as she closed the laptop with a satisfying click. The glow of the screen faded away as it closed, the darkness seeping in and leaving her alone in the dimly lit space. As she stood from her desk, the weight of the day beginning to lift from her shoulders, she took in the cloak of nightfall - a moment of silence before moving around the space in a hurry.

Anticipation filled her body as she moved around her office, her mind racing with thoughts of you and how excited you would be at her surprise. With the bottle in hand, she slipped her coat over her shoulders and stepped out into the hushed hallway, the clicking of her heels waking up the quiet stones beneath her feet. Each step echoed through the ancient corridors, stirring the stillness of night as she made her way closer and closer to you.

Flames flickered against the dark stones they hung from, giving her some of the warmth that she craved. With each flicker of light, her steps seemed to quicken just as much as her heart. As she rounded the final corner, she acknowledged the golden glow seeping through the crack underneath your door, a smile growing on her lips as she got closer.

Streams of hot water ran over the expanse of your skin, enveloping you in a pool of warmth that melted away the tensions of the day. The steam rose in wispy tendrils, dancing around you with every breath you released. As you rinsed out the remaining product in your hair, you tilted your head back, allowing the water to pool over your face and race down your neck.

Closing your eyes, you inhaled deeply, the steam filling your lungs and covering you in its comforting warmth. With a slow hand, you reached out towards the icy handle, your fingers wrapping around the metal knob and shutting the water off.

You nearly ran out of the shower, the sudden transition from the wonderful heat to the cool air pricking at your skin made goosebumps appear along your skin. You snatched the towel from its hook, successfully wrapping it around your body and shielding you from the harsh cold. Drops of water continued to trickle down your form, leaving a trail in their wake as they absorbed into the mat beneath your feet.

Letting out a sign, you turned towards the clouded mirror, making out your hazy reflection. You moved closer with a small smile, tracing a finger along the surface and writing out Larissa's name and finishing it with a heart. Your smile only grew as you took a step back to look, the heavy droplets running down the mirror only adding to the simple beauty of her name alone. With a lingering smile, you tore your gaze from the mirror and went off to put something comfortable on.

Larissa's footsteps came to a nervous halt just outside your door, her hands feeling just a bit sweatier and her cheeks just a bit redder than just moments before. With a deep breath, she rose her hand up and knocked on the dark hardwood three times. The sound echoed through the corridor softly, the blonde waiting with bated breath as seconds stretched into centuries.

Muffled shuffles could be heard through the door, hurried footsteps following suit when a small and hurried "coming!" was thrown into the air. A small chuckle escaped her chest as she heard your hurried response, her nerves settling the closer she heard you step.

As you opened the door, a towel picking up the stray droplets of water that fell from your messy hair, your gaze met sapphire blue ones. Your chest immediately swelled with a warmth just as fast as a smile formed on your face with the sight of your lover in front of you. Her dress clung to every one of her curves. Against the backdrop of the dark hallway behind her, her porcelain complexion radiated in the soft amber light that escaped your doorway.

The flickering flames and the golden hues from your fairy lights created a an ethereal halo around her form. The world seemed to slip away, for just a moment, leaving only the two of you standing in something timeless. With a heart overflowing with love, a bright smile made its way to your lips.

The sight of your smile seemed to settle all of the blonde's nerves, a feeling of love and adoration quickly taking over and rushing through her veins. Her gaze raked over your figure, drinking in every curve that laid underneath a garment that seemed oh so familiar. One of her eyebrows arched up in playful curiosity as she quickly recognized it as one of her own - one that you had taken the last time you had come over to be more comfortable, the thin fabric enough to hint at the contours of your body underneath quickly displaying the lack of anything else between your body and her.

In the dim light, her cheeks flushed as they landed on your chest. The air around you seemed to charge with electricity, a silent tension starting to build itself up as locked away desires ran to the surface. Surely, her eyes were deceiving her in the dim light..

"Hello, darling," her voice came out in a purr, dripping with warmth and affection as she broke away from the thoughts. Her deep tone sent shivers down your spine, only adding to the charge that was building between you two. The impact she had on you was prevalent on your features, a crimson lighting up your cheeks and moving towards your shoulders, engulfing you in a rosy hue as you watcher her devour you with her eyes alone. With a flutter of excitement in your chest, you stepped aside to let her in, eager to lose yourself in the warmth of her presence and the quiet promises of the night ahead.

"Hi, my love. Let me just finish brushing my hair, and I'm all yours," you say as you move deeper into your room. As the door clicks shut behind you, you made your way to your vanity, routine kicking in as you ran the brush through your hair. Much to your surprise, she had followed right behind you, leaving the bottle of wine somewhere in the other room. Her figure appeared in the reflection of the vanity mirror, her gaze meeting yours before taking in your reflection, scanning over your body with a hidden desire. "How was work?"

Her presence made a rush surge through you, your heart echoing in your ears as your thoughts grew hazy, the simplest of acts becoming daunting under the weight of her gaze. She stepped closer as her words left her lips, her hands finding their home at your hips while her lips hovered close to your ear, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down your spine. Some of her fingers smoothed underneath the fabric of your shirt, only making your blush deepen as you relish in her touch. "It was nice today, though it's much better knowing that I'm ending the night with you.. How about you, darling?"

With a sudden surge of confidence, you spin around in her embrace. Your hands smooth up her arms, your fingertips tracing along the contours of her skin before they rest on her shoulders. Beneath your touch, you feel the subtle rise and fall of her chest, your own breaths subconsciously changing to match hers. Her perfume fills your lungs, the intoxicating scent filling you with a warmth and making your head dizzy with a rush of desire, nearly making you forget to answer.

"I can agree.. It's much better with you here," your voice came out breathier than you had hoped, but you quickly pushed the thought away at the feeling of her hands tightening around your hips, pulling you closer.

A comfortable silence filled the room, your eyes lingering on hers as you watcher her take you in for the third time this evening. You watched as they lingered on your lips, tracing the curve of your jawline before trailing down to your neck and coming to rest on your collarbones before landing on your chest. They lingered there for a moment, fixed in some unseen trance, as you watched her swallow hard, her gaze darkening and clouding over with an emotion you hadn't seen in her eyes just yet.

Her tongue darted out to coat her lips, a small gesture that stole your attention and caused your breath to catch in your throat. The sight of her, so close yet seemingly lost in her own thoughts, enamored with thoughts about you, sent a fire building in your abdomen, igniting a flame that simmered beneath the surface. Her voice was just above a whisper, dying out just as quickly as it had escaped to the surface. "You have.."

Seeing her so baffled made a soft chucked leave your lips, but it was quickly hidden away as you caught your bottom lip between your teeth. You didn't know exactly when this day would come, but you'd be lying if it wasn't growing increasingly harder to not think about her touch. Her hands were strong, but oh so gentle when she toyed with you. She always made your chest swell with love in her company, but you wouldn't deny that the look in her eyes was becoming addicting.

"Piercings?" Your voice broke the silence, your hands slowly moving down her arms and landing on the backs of her hands. You guided her hands underneath your shirt, pushing past the thin fabric as her fingers smoothed over your sides and left goosebumps in their tracks. You watched as her gaze moved up with her hands, watching with an intense focus as they came up to cup your breasts.

A shuddering breath left you at the sensation, her thumbs moving on their own and swiping over the piercings and hardened peaks in a way that nearly had you toppling over already. She watched as your eyes rolled back, the piercings making your nipples all the more sensitive, before you finally found your voice to speak again.

"I-I do.. I got them in college and-" It was hard to catch your breath as she continued to toy with you. She used her thumbs to roll around each bud or squeezed them between her index and middle fingers. Each movement sent more and more arousal coursing through you, your cheeks flushing a deep red as your breathing became much heavier. "Riss-"

She watched you with a hungry gaze, felt as your hands squeezed at her wrists in pleasure, saw as your thighs rubbed together to beg for any amount of relief. The small whimpers that she got out of you only fed her lust, fed a burning desire that only craved more.

Her lips crashed into yours as her name left your lips, her body quickly pressing into you as she pinned you against the edge of the vanity. She was quick to explore your mouth with her tongue, starved kisses eating away at every whimper and small moan that you could give her. It was easy to get lost in her touch, to get lost in every kiss that increased the ache between your legs.

Her lips left yours, slowly moving along your jawline and down your neck as she walked backward, pulling you gently with her. After a few steps, the backs of her legs pressed against the edge of your bed, and she was quick to sit down, pulling your onto her lap immediately after. Her hands left your chest in that moment, circling around to your lower back to pull you closer, then moving down to your thighs to make sure you were steady. Your hands rested back on her shoulders, your fingers starting to play with the fabric of her dress and small strands of her hair as one threaded into her updo.

Her lips never stopped worshipping you, never stopped leaving little marks along your neck and collarbones. You felt them barely miss your skin as she moved lower, coming into contact with the neckline of your shirt, and a small growl left her throat. She was quick to face you, her lips just centimeters above yours as her eyes displayed an increasing hunger. Her lips brushed against yours as she spoke, her voice the lowest you've heard it, "Can I take this off?"

"Yes-" Your voice was breathy, full of want, full of the need to feel more of her. Her fingers tightened on your thighs before tracing up your sides, pulling your shirt off and tossing it somewhere behind you. She was quick to place them back on your hips, but her eyes were locked on the pieces of silver on your chest, studying then with lust filled eyes as they rose and fell with every one of your breaths. She licked her lips, her mouth watering as she placed them back against your skin.

She whispered sweet praises after each kiss, her hands smoothing over your thighs and hips as she pulled you impossibly closer. Her tongue swiped over your right bud, circling around the sensitive skin and making your back arch into her. A loud moan left your lips as she captured it in her mouth, one of her hands coming up to toy with the other bud as you melted into pleasure.

You could feel your arousal pool between your thighs, your core squeezing around nothing as she pleasured you with the smallest touches alone. Her lips kissed a path to your other bud, being sure to leave a lingering one above your raging heart. Each lick and suck made another wave of pleasure shoot through you, your fingers gripping onto the fabric of her dress as more moans and whimpers left your lips.

Her other hand slowly inched between your thighs, two of her fingers smoothing over the fabric of your underwear and feeling a damp patch that was only growing. The action made your breath hitch, your hips rolling against her fingers ever so slightly as a plea for more of her. She pushed them up, adding pressure against your core, causing your hips to buck.

"F-Fuck-" Your breathing grew heavy, your face flushed as she skillfully worked you up. Her fingers soon pushed the thin fabric of your underwear to the side, collecting the slick against your folds before pushing into your core. The stretch was delicious, a broken moan leaving your throat as they curled in just the right spot.

She allowed you to chase all of the pleasure she gave you, guiding your hips as you rolled them against her fingers. She loved seeing how easily you came undone, how much of a mess you became because of her.

Your body shuddered with every thrust you met of her fingers, with every roll of your hips, the string tightening in you and threatening to snap as each one made the flame within you rage on. Each touch grew even more delicious, your chest littered with dark marks as her pace only grew faster.

A strong fire lingered behind each thrust of her fingers, her own low groans filling the room every time you clenched around them. The pleasure that took over you made your chest heave, the air being forced out of your lungs in moans as ecstasy came closer and closer.

Just as you felt the crash begin to form, her fingers stilled, making pleas escape your lips as your hips desperately rocked in the chase of pleasure. Your voice was desperate, needy as you begged for her, "Please- pl-please Riss I- *mmph-"

Before it could be completely lost, before you could completely retaliate, you felt her thumb circle around your clit, the pleasure coming back tenfold.

You became a mess on her lap, your moans growing louder and filling the room as her thrusts picked up where they left off, as her thumb circled against your sensitive bud, her eyes scanning over your entire body as she brought you towards a searing pleasure.

She built you up just as quickly as she stole a high from you, her fingers curling in just the right spot to make you see stars. The pleasure she was giving you became all consuming, the rope in you snapping as you came against her fingers.

Your body shuddered, your walls clenching around her fingers as you came. Your moans and whimpers lingered as she helped you ride out your high, her fingers slowly leaving your core just moments after. You watched her with half lidded eyes, your heartbeat hammering in your ears, as she took her fingers into her mouth, licking them clean and groaning at the taste of you.

You were quick to pull her in for a kiss, grabbing the collar of her dress and kissing her with a newfound hunger that was only reciprocated with a moan as you tasted yourself on her lips. When you pulled away, your breathing labored, you saw that the fire behind her eyes was still raging.

A smirk came to your lips as you shifted in her lap. You felt her hands move to either side of your hips as you pushed your torso flush against her. You kissed up her neck, making sure that each one lingered against her skin, as you made your way up to your ear. Your voice was just above a whisper, laced with lust as it came out in a low tone, "Might I return the favor?"

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Jealousy, Jealousy | Larissa Weems x f!reader

Summary: Larissa misinterprets an interaction between you and Morticia, only to reject you when you ask her to the Rave’N. She comes to regret it but can you find it within yourself to face her after such a recent heartbreak?

Young!Larissa AU.

Word count: 2,311

A/N: Hurt/no comfort. Something quick I wrote on the bus so please excuse any mistakes as this has not been proofread.

Nevermore’s air buzzed with uncontrollably excitement. The Rave’n was fast approaching, with only a few hours left to prepare. Perhaps you had left it too late. What if somebody else had already asked Larissa? What is she said no to you?

Snapping fingers and waving hands brought you out of your thoughts. Morticia stood in front of you, smiling at the dazed look in your eyes. “You’re going to be alright, you know.” She stated, kindness beaming from her eyes. A stark contrast from her usual blank, if not bored, facade.

“What if she says no?” You huffed. “Or what if somebody else has already asked her? What if I mess it up so terribly that she doesn’t want to speak to me ever again?”

You brought your nails to your mouth, chewing the skin roughly until it bled- an awful habit you had picked up in childhood. Morticia pulled your hands away from your mouth gently and pushed them down so that you couldn’t abuse your skin any longer. Her hands cupped your face, forcing yo to look into her eyes as you fretted.

“Practise your speech on me. That way you can make it perfect, so nothing will go wrong.”

“Are you sure? It’s really embarrassing.” You murmured , cheeks tinted red at the thought of showing Morticia just how much you loved Larissa through the words you were about to speak.

“Of course I am sure.” She beamed, stepping back and gesturing for you to begin.

You gaped at her for a moment, willing yourself to muster just enough courage to perform your Rave’N proposal to her. You exhaled slowly, subtly picking at your cuticle so that Morticia wouldn’t notice. “Okay,” you spoke, ever so quietly. “I’m ready.”

“Yeah?”

A shaky nod of approval was given, your eyes flickering to every possible spot in the room; desperately trying to find something to settle on in hopes it would make this interaction less awkward than it already was. Every single word in the English vocabulary seemed to dissipate into thin air as you tried to call upon them. Your love for Larissa so overwhelming that mere words wouldn’t do it justice.

Morticia stared at you as you squeaked out a “Will you go to the Rave’N with me… please?”

She barked out in laughter, loud and boisterous as she processed your pathetic attempt of asking a girl out. Her obnoxious laughing the only sound in the room as you narrowed your eyes at her, your glare only causing her to laugh even more. Not impressed in the slightest, you stood with your arms crossed, an ‘are you being serious right now?’ expression painting your face.

It felt like you were waiting years before her laughter subdued into quiet giggles, a chocked ‘I’m sorry’ escaping her as she looked over at your disgruntled form. “Is that all you got? Good lord, you may as well have thrown yourself down to her feet and begged her for her attention.

“Yeah, laugh it up Morticia. It’s hilarious, truly. ” You spat, seething silently, lamenting at your inability to express your emotions in speech properly.

Morticia took pity on you and ceased her amusement for the time being. She reached out for you, rubbing her hands up and down your arms in an attempt of comfort. “You know, maybe you should just get her a box of chocolates and some pretty flowers. Every girl loves flowers.”

“Yeah. Good idea.” You smiled slightly, ideas whiting in your head as you thought of the perfect flower combination to gift Larissa.

Larissa stood on the opposite side of the door, just out of view from you and Morticia. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop but the conversation you were sharing with Morticia piqued her interest.

She stood, crestfallen, as she overheard you asking Morticia to the dance. Her hand reached up to cover her mouth as tears blurred her vision, the last thing heard from the room being Morticia’s cruel laugh. How could she be so stupid? To think that you, or anybody, would look at her instead of Morticia. Why was she subject to this awful fate of existing only in Morticia’s shadow? It wasn’t fair.

Larissa took herself to her room, mascara ruined by tears, eyes puffy and red. Accepting the fact that she would never be better than Morticia, she took herself to her bed she laid there for a moment, simply staring at the ceiling as her whole world crumbled around her. Your carefully crafted memories tainted by the lick of flames, charring them a sulky black.

She wouldn’t let this get the best of her. No. She would go to the Rave’N regardless of whether you wanted her or not.

She would make you as insignificant to her as she was to you.

Pressing eyes and curled lips followed you as you made your way through the centre. Head hung low and feet which you pressed onward to the flower shop, the townsfolk had always had abysmal views on outcasts and today was no different. Children stopped playing, their faces stricken with fear as you passed, parents glaring in contempt. You knew it would all be worth it however as you thought back on Larissa. No feat would be too difficult to pass as long as you were doing it with her in mind.

You walked up to the desk and patiently waited for the cashier to come back; flowers already paid for and ordered in advance, all that was left to do was pick them up. Your fingers drummed nervously against the countertop, weary of the suspicious glances being thrown your way.

The cashier was nice enough, though, as she handed you your bouquet. You smiled and thanked her softly before making your way to the chocolatier down the street. Larissa had a terrible sweet tooth; whether she liked to admit it or not.

Your trip, albeit short, was something you were glad to get out of the way. The townsfolk would never be welcoming to an outcast like you and, unfortunately, it was just something you had to take with a pinch of salt. Larissa was worth the risk.

By the time you had arrived back at Nevermore the busting day to day life had lulled to a stop. Scurrying along to Larissa’s room, wanting to catch her before she would undoubtedly be asleep, you skilfully avoided the teachers on walk around duty, meandering your way up the wide staircases and through the narrow corridors until you reached her door.

Your breathing was irregular as you stood outside Larissa’s door. Whether that was from the minimal exercise you did to get here or the nerves overtaking your body, you weren’t sure. Larissa would be awake at this time. Wouldn’t she?

You muttered a quick ‘You can do this’ to yourself before taking the plunge and knocking in the door. You jumped slightly as the door was forcibly swung upon. If you weren’t in love with Larissa already, you certainly would be after seeing her in nothing but her silk slip.

Words evaded you as you gaped at her like a fish. How could somebody look so beautiful in nightwear? Her curvy figure was only accentuated by the lilac slip she had on, drawing your eyes to her hips. Heat creeped up your neck as you shamefully ogled her.

“Can I help you?” She drawled in the bored tone she used when speaking to people she didn’t like very much.

Her tone snapped you out of your, very inappropriate, appreciation of her in all her glory. “Oh, yes. You can actually.”

Perfectly manicured nails tapped against the door impatiently, the cherry red a striking contrast to the burnt umber of the doorframe. Had you done something to upset her?

“Well?”

Yes. You definitely had.

“I bought these, for you.” You muttered, avoiding all eye contact as you did so.

“Why?” She questioned with a furrow brow as she observed you from where she stood.

“Well. I was sort of hoping that you’d like to go to the Rave’N… with me?”

You shifted from side to side, anxious under Larissa’s unusually stone cold glare. A soft pitter-patter rang out in the silence, the ceiling not yet fixed and still leaking. Larissa barked out a laugh, startling you in the process.

“Do you think I’m a fool?” She snarled, jabbing you in the chest with her pointer finger.

“No?”

“It’s pathetic really. You coming to my door, begging for my affections.”

“What? Larissa, where is this coming from?” You were beyond confused and hurt at the way she was rejecting you. Why couldn’t she just say no?

“Listen here. I will not subject myself to the torture of being a rebound. So, no. I will not got to the Rave’N with you.”

And with that she slammed the door in your face. You were stunned to say the least. What did she mean rebound? What had you done to warrant such cruelty?

A small, barely audible, defeated sigh sounded out in the corridor. The bouquet drooping miserably as it hung loosely in your hands. Morticia would be asleep by now so you couldn’t even go to her for comfort.

Dejected and heartbroken, you headed back to your dorm. Stumbling into things as you went, vision blurred by the tears you refused to let fall.

Obnoxiously loud music shook the foundations of the academy, letting you know that the Rave’N was in full swing. Your outfit sat forgotten in the wardrobe. There was no point in going if you couldn’t go with the person you wanted.

Morticia had came by before, asking you about how it went, so she knew you would not be present tonight. Instead, you had chosen to snuggle up in bed and read; desperately trying to get Larissa’s brutal rejection as far out of your mind as you could.

Larissa has gone all out with her outfit. She wanted to show you what you were missing, that she was far better than Morticia and you were a fool not to see it. Only she hadn’t seen you yet and she’d been here half an hour already.

Her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she surveyed the room. Had you already left with somebody? Raven black hair caught her eye. Morticia. Surely she would know where you were.

Sidling up beside Morticia, Larissa smiled at her, saccharine sweet as she asked about your whereabouts. Morticia gave her a sarcastically friendly grin in return before answering her.

“What’s it got to do with you?”

Larissa stuttered a little. Slightly taken aback at Morticia’s subtle aggressiveness towards her. “Well, I- I would just like to know.”

“You don’t get to know where she is.” Morticia sneered back.

“And why is that?” Larissa was beginning to get defensive. She could ask about you if she wanted to. What has it got to do with everybody else?

“What did you say to her?”

“What?”

“Look,” Morticia sighed. “You have every right to reject people but she wouldn’t even let me in her room. So, I’ll ask again, what did you say that has her refusing to come here?”

“She’s not here… because of me?” Larissa questioned quietly.

“Why else wouldn’t she be here?” Morticia was getting snappy with her and Larissa knew she had done something wrong.

“I don’t know.”

“Let me spell it out for you. She wanted to come to the Rave’N with you, and only you, but you rejected her so she isn’t here.”

“What?” Larissa’s smile faltered ever so slightly before she managed to school her features.

Her world came to a stop as she mulled Morticia’s words over. Continuously rolling them around her head. Again and again. Over and over.

Her vision swirled as the room spun around her, Morticia reduced to nothing but a blur. She felt sick. Swiftly turning on her heel and fleeing the dance, Larissa set out to find you, intent on fixing her mistakes before it was too late.

It wasn’t too late… was it?

You were in your room, hidden under a mountain of blankets and pillows in a pitiful attempt to drown your sorrows. Reading had failed- your mind being too preoccupied to truly focus on the words of the page. A sharp knock, brief and to the point, made you peak your head above your fortress. Who would be knocking on your door instead of going to the dance? You sighed as you left the comfortable embrace of your duvet and braved the chill night air of your room.

“Morticia,” you shouted. “I’ve already told you I’m not going to-“

“Hello.”

She stood in your doorway; her flushed face a rosy red, her breathing slightly irregular and her normally pristine hair tousled. You went to shut the door, not wanting to deal with the emotions you had failed to bury under your pile of blankets right now. Her foot stopped the door from closing and she forced herself inside your room, carefully as to not damage the goods in her hands.

“Wait! Please, just listen to me.” She begged.

“Why should I?” Were you being petty? Yes. But she deserved it.

“I bought these for you.” She whispered, extending her lithe arms towards you. “I know that they’re your favourite.”

You sighed agitatedly as you tossed up the idea of letting her in or shutting the door in her face. Although it would bring you great satisfaction to leave get stranded on the hallway, you knew the feeling would only be momentary. After a silence that stretched for hours, you finally decided that you couldn’t see her right now and shut the door in her face.

Leaving a stunned and heartbroken Larissa on the other side; much how she had left you earlier the same evening.

#wednesday 2022 #larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x you #gwendoline christie

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