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cami-stuffs · 5 months

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Night Visit (NSFW)

A/N: This one-shot is related to chapter 16, 'Aftermath' of Pushing Towards Series.

Warnings: Sex Toys, Office Sex, Mirror Sex, Cunnilingus, Strap-Ons, Desk Sex, Strap-on Sucking.

Tags: @weemssapphic @pllduniverse

Calista arrived at Nevermore after curfew. The students were already in their dorms and the teachers in their rooms, so the path to Larissa's office was clear. Relieved, she stopped before the office door and caught her breath. She was apprehensive about meeting someone in the hallways and explaining to them what she was doing at school on a Friday night after everyone had gathered. It would be even worse if that person were Artemis or Gaia. Although they were already aware of her relationship with Larissa, Calista didn't need them to know her intentions at that moment.

She took a minute to look at herself and make sure only her legs and high heels were showing when Larissa laid eyes on her. Making sure everything was tidy, she knocked lightly on the door, waiting expectantly for a response. A few seconds later, which seemed like long minutes, she heard Larissa's voice shout from inside the room, "Come in, please." Calista was feeling butterflies in her stomach. It was her first time doing this, and she wasn't sure if approaching Larissa at her workplace was an intelligent strategy, but it was too late. She opened the door slowly and poked her head inside.

Larissa was sitting at her desk with her eyes fixed on the laptop screen and her brows furrowed. She was so engrossed in her work that she missed Calista's head peeking through the doorway to take a look. When she moved her eyes over the screen to greet the person who knocked on her door, she found Calista standing in front of her desk, in a long coat and a bag over her shoulder. If Larissa had looked a few seconds earlier, she would have noticed the high heels, and Calista's presence there would have been evident. But her fixation with work benefited Calista's plans.

"Darling, what are you doing here at this hour? Did something happen?" Larissa's eyes moved from Calista's face to the bag on her shoulder, raising her eyebrows in a mix of doubt and curiosity.

Letting the bag slide off her shoulders until it fell to the floor, Calista slowly walked around Larissa's table, untying the knot on her coat. "I thought it would be relaxing and fun to pay you a visit after a long day at work." The coat fell open, and Calista let it down her body, revealing the lingerie underneath.

Larissa gasped, and her jaw dropped open when she saw Calista in front of her in just her underwear. Calista was wearing a red corset with lace details and a garter belt. Larissa's eyes slowly went down Calista's body to her feet, and only then did Larissa notice the high heels. She had already seen Calista in high heels, but their combination with the lingerie highlighted her body.

Calista walked towards Larissa and stood between her and her desk, sitting on the edge and resting her hands on either side. "So? Do you think you can stop working now?" It was a rhetorical question. Larissa seemed to have forgotten entirely about her work, yet she nodded slowly without taking her eyes off Calista's body.

"Let's go to the room-" Larissa started to get up, but Calista put her hand on her shoulder and guided her back to the armchair.

"No. We can start right here," she said, leaning forward and resting her hands on the arms of the chair and kissing around Larissa's mouth. "And there's a surprise for you in the bag. Can you go get it for me?" Calista whispered in Larissa's ear.

Larissa quickly got up, walked around the table, and picked up her bag from the floor. Returning to her seat, she unzipped the purse on her lap. Inside was the double-ended strap-on. Larissa opened her eyes wide and looked at Calista.

"I remember a certain text about a fantasy of me wearing the strap-on," Calista smirked at Larissa. "And I would like to fulfill that fantasy today. If you want to, of course." She stopped, waiting for Larissa.

Larissa got up from the armchair, held Calista's face, and kissed her intensely. Usually, the kiss between the two started slow. It gradually intensified as the making out progressed, but Larissa could not utter all the words since Calista's coat opened and transformed into a hungry kiss.

"I believe you noticed the lack of lube inside the bag," Calista said between kisses. "I'm going to need your help putting on the strap-on." Larissa moaned at this.

Larissa's hands traveled over Calista's body, touching her breasts over the corset and rubbing her thumb over her nipples. The kisses went down Calista's neck, where Larissa was nibbling.

"Can you keep this?" Larissa whispered in Calista's ear. "The lingerie, I mean. Can you keep wearing it?"

"Do you want me to keep wearing the lingerie while I fuck you?" Larissa whimpered when she heard those words and nodded, earning a giggle from Calista. “I’ll keep it for you, my love.”

Larissa's kisses continued down Calista's body until they reached her thighs. Calista was still leaning on the edge of Larissa's table. Kneeling, Larissa held Calista's legs and gave a slight tug, asking her to open them further. Larissa was kissing Calista's inner thighs while caressing her legs when her hands bumped into the straps of her high heels.

"You should keep them, too," Larissa said as she kissed Calista's thighs.

"Don't worry, honey. I'll keep the whole outfit for you." Calista lowered her gaze and met Larissa's.

"You look beautiful in it." Larissa maintained eye contact. "And delicious." Her mouth closed over Calista's pussy.

Calista arched her back, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. Larissa's kisses and caresses were already making her feel a tickle between her legs and a slight throbbing. Calista dripped, soaking her panties. Larissa felt it as soon as her mouth touched the fabric. She sniffed Calista's arousal and grunted softly.

With her fingertips, Larissa threw Calista's panties to the side and lightly kissed her clit. With her other hand, Larissa slid her fingers between Calista's slit, collecting the moisture at the tips.

"Oh, baby, you're so wet." Larissa put her fingers to her mouth and hummed. "As always, you taste so delicious."

Calista smiled and opened her eyes when she heard Larissa. Through the mirror on the ceiling, Calista could see Larissa kneeling between her legs, and this sight made her more horny.

"You look so beautiful, giving head." She said, looking through the mirror. Adjusting her body, Larissa looked up, and her gaze met Calista's, smiling mischievously.

“Keep watching, darling, while I eat you out,” Larissa commanded.

Calista couldn't take her eyes off the mirror even if she wanted to. She felt Larissa's tongue playing with her clit while she looked into her eyes. Larissa's tongue danced on Calista's labia, sliding down to her entrance, where she gave small thrusts with the tip. In no time, Larissa took her eyes off the mirror, looking Calista in the eyes and noticing every reaction of her body.

The pace set by Larissa was slow. She teased Calista with her tongue, and her fingertips played with her soaked entrance. Calista's tension in her lower abdomen increased, and she began to grind her hips, riding Larissa's face, looking for an extra touch.

Larissa kept her eyes in the mirror, and by the movement of Calista's body, she knew that the first orgasm was close. Her tongue circled Calista's clit, and she inserted two fingers inside her hole, feeling the walls tightening around them. Larissa bent her fingers, touching Calista's sweet spot.

Calista tried to keep her eyes open, but when Larissa curled her fingers inside her, she felt her muscles tense and her belly coiled. She came, placing her hands behind Larissa's head and grabbing her by the hair; she rode harder on Larissa's tongue until her muscles relaxed. Larissa watched the entire scene in the mirror, moaning and licking Calista's cum.

Larissa remained on her knees, kissing Calista's thighs while waiting for her to return from her peak. Calista kept her hand on Larissa's head, but now she lightly stroked her scalp. Calista finally relaxed, and her head fell forward; opening her eyes, she found Larissa watching her with adoring eyes. They smiled at each other, and Larissa leaned back to grab the strap-on.

Larissa passed the straps between Calista's legs and up to her hips. Since Calista was going to keep her lingerie on, she brought her panties to one side so that Larissa could insert the dildo into her slit. As predicted, Calista didn't need any further lubrication; the dildo easily penetrated her core, and she felt her walls squeeze it slightly.

Larissa sat on the edge of her armchair and admired Calista with the strap-on. Her breath was shallow with anticipation. "You look beautiful." She managed to say. Calista blushed and smiled. Larissa approached Calista with the chair and touched the silicone dick. She remembered the night of the school reunion when Larissa shifted for the first time. "Can I?" She asked, looking at Calista, her cheeks blushing slightly.

"Please," Calista replied softly. Larissa advanced towards the cock, swallowing its entire length. Calista hissed as Larissa's lips closed on the dong. She didn't feel Larissa's mouth, but the view she had was privileged and made her more horny. Larissa knew what to do. Her head movements guided the dildo inside Calista, causing it to poke her inner walls.

Larissa sucked the strap-on vigorously so that Calista felt the second orgasm being built. She had her hands on either side of Calista's hips, grabbing and digging her nails into her skin protected by the fabric of the corset. Calista held on to the edge of Larissa's table with one hand, and the other lightly pushed Larissa's head in thrusts. A short time later, Calista came throwing her body backward. She feels her clitoris throb with the second stimulus in a row.

Larissa got up from the chair, grabbed Calista by the back of her head, and pulled her towards her mouth. Calista was still coming back from her orgasm when she was surprised by Larissa's kiss. She moaned softly and wrapped her arms around Larissa's neck.

"Where do you want me, darling?" Larissa asked softly, biting Calista's earlobe.

Calista grunted at that. "Bend over your desk, ass up and legs spread," Calista said hoarsely, eliciting a smile from Larissa.

With one last kiss, Larissa did as Calista said. She bent over the table, propping herself up on her elbows, her hips thrust up, and she spread her legs. Calista rubbed Larissa's ass over her skirt, feeling and squeezing it. Her hands ran down the sides of Larissa's legs, grabbing a handful of fabric and pulling it up.

Larissa's pale, smooth skin was on display, and only her panties were in the way. Digging her fingers into the waistband, Calista knelt, pulling down Larissa's panties. Larissa's pussy glistened with her arousal.

With her hands on each cheek, Calista spread Larissa's ass and mouthed her pussy. Larissa let her head fall into her arms when she felt Calista's hot tongue between her legs, moaning loudly. Being eaten out from behind gave Larissa a submissive feeling. Even though she liked being on top, she had to admit that Calista's attitude turned her on.

Calista slid her tongue from the clit to Larissa's entrance. She paused for a moment with her tongue on Larissa's hole, circling the edge with the tip and thrusting inside her. Larissa writhed and moaned, placing her forehead on the tabletop and stretching her arms, holding the opposite end of the table.

After fucking Larissa long enough with her tongue, Calista turned to the clit. She widened her tongue to cover the entire bud, rubbing it slowly as her head bobbed up and down. Larissa knew she would cum quickly; Calista's position and dominance made it more tangible. Playing with the tongue speeded up the process, and when Calista started sucking her clit it was the final straw. Larissa's body stiffened, and she came screaming Calista's name.

Larissa threw her body onto the table, catching her breath and relaxing. Calista had gotten up and was rubbing her back under her shirt with one hand and with the other, rubbing the tip of her dick against Larissa's slit.

"Are you okay, my love? Shall I continue?" Calista smiled when she saw Larissa turn her head and nod with a still somewhat cloudy look.

Calista positioned her dick at Larissa's entrance and slowly slipped it inside. Larissa was beyond wet, so it easily slid in, finding brief resistance in the walls still clenching in emptiness. Larissa leaned back on her elbows, pushing her ass up more and allowing Calista greater access.

Calista waited until Larissa adjusted, keeping her body still as she stroked her lower back. Promptly, Larissa began to thrust her hips toward Calista's crotch as a silent request for her to start moving.

"Eager?" Calissa smiled, moving her hips slowly back and forth.

"You can not imagine how much." Larissa threw her head back and closed her eyes.

Calista held Larissa by the hips while pounding her hard. With each thrust, the dildo inside Calista poked her wall with the same force she applied to Larissa's hole. It was difficult to hold back the orgasm when she was fucking Larissa from behind with her bent over her desk with her ass stuck out. Larissa knew that Calista couldn't hold it for long, so she started wiggling while Calista stuck the dick into her to make the other’s life a little more complicated.

"Oh, Riss. You're not making it easy for me." Calista's breathing was shorter, and she felt her walls twitching around the dildo.

"That was never my intention, my dear. I want it harder, Lis. Harder and deeper." Larissa said, looking into Calista's eyes.

Calista felt a burning sensation in her chest when she heard Larissa, and her breathing hitched. She reached one of her hands towards Larissa's bun, intertwining her fingers and pulling her hair so that Larissa was now looking up. Larissa moaned and squirmed. Calista dug her other hand into Larissa's hip, keeping her still between Calista's legs and the table's edge.

Calista pounded her dick hard inside Larissa's pussy. She could feel that Larissa was close to cumming. She was too. Releasing Larissa's hair, Calista held her by the shoulders and increased the speed and strength of her thrusts. Larissa's legs hit the table, creaking slightly but not moving.

"Oh, Lis, keep going. I'm going to cum." Larissa moaned, and her body began to stiffen. Calista was tired, but she wouldn't stop until Larissa finished.

Larissa came, throwing her hips back and pressing the dick inside her. That movement was enough for Calista to cum, too, as she felt the dildo inside her move in precisely the right spot. Calista fell onto Larissa's back, catching her breath. Larissa was lying with her cheeks on the tabletop, feeling Calista breathing on her back. Calista moved slowly, gently pulling out of Larissa. Larissa groaned at the emptiness and remained lying for a few more seconds.

Calista unbuckled the strap-on and let it fall to the floor. She straightened her panties, hissing when the fabric touched her super-sensitive clit. She hugged Larissa from behind and helped her get up from the table. Larissa sat in her armchair, pulling Calista onto her lap. The two remained silent, catching their breath and caressing each other.

"I love you, Riss," Calista whispered, hiding her face in the crook of Larissa's neck.

"I love you too, my darling." Larissa wrapped her arms around Calista and squeezed her lightly in a hug.

"I think we need a shower." Calista laughed as she traced her fingertips across Larissa's collarbones.

"Shower? No, my dear. I'm not done with you for the night yet. Now it's my turn to use the strap-on." Larissa chuckled.

She picked up the strap from the floor and got up from the chair with Calista in her arms, bridal style.

"Let's move this to the bed." Larissa kissed Calista, carrying her to the bedroom.

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crienneoftarth · 6 months

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Wildest Dreams pt. III

Larissa Weems x inexperienced!fem reader

notes: pls don’t ask why it took so much less time to write this chapter… im sure you can guess. once again, ive never written smut so… im doing my best. also i am not here for realism, but for fun. so if shit does not make sense, that’s not on me tbh lmao

warnings: THIS ONE IS ACTUALLY SMUTTY. 18+ only! mommy kink, oral (cunnilingus), strap-on, reader is SO subby (a bit of self insert mayhaps)

🖤 part I, II, and ao3 🖤

As you straddle her thighs, you suddenly become very aware of how wet you already are for her. You wanted her so badly and now she would definitely be able to tell. It was impossible to hide, especially after she began to kiss you again and you couldn’t help but buck your hips, aching for a moment of contact. The older woman chuckles at your eagerness in between kisses.

Her voice lowers into almost a grow and she grabs your hips tightly, “I can feel how bad you want me, my thigh is soaked from your grinding…”

Just her saying that made it even worse. In that tone, her accent, it was too much. You try to hide in her neck out of embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry, Larissa…” You were basically out of breathe at this point but you tried to hold yourself still.

You feel her long fingers and nails snake their way into your hair before she whispers, “Don’t be sorry, pet. Keep going and don’t stop until I say so, understood?”

Whimpering softly as you nod, her fingers now tugging at your hair and her lips trailing kisses down your neck. “No… I need to hear you say it… Use your words for me, darling.”

“I understand, Larissa.” You manage to say, as you feel her other hand coming up your thigh and your hips begin to grind against her, once again.

The blonde can’t help but moan at the sound of her name, “Mmmm… I do love hearing my name coming out of your pretty mouth, but I would much prefer mommy… Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yes, mommy. I’ll do anything you ask!” Your hips begin to move faster, needlessly begging for more contact. Larissa’s lips are still on your neck, slowly leaving red lipstick and purple marks on your skin. The blonde hums into the crook of your neck as her fingers reach your lace panties, “Such a good girl, I suppose it’s time for me to reward you for being so obedient.” Suddenly her fingers pull your panties to the side before plunging one finger into your core. You cry out as she fills you and begins to thrust her palm against your swollen clit.

Larissa hasn’t stopped nipping at your neck even as she’s fucking you, “Will you take another finger for me, sweetling?”

“Yes, mommy-! Please…” You were already so close to cumming but you waited for permission. Larissa eagerly pushed another finger inside, moaning at the feeling of your slick folds taking her so easily.

“‘Rissa… M-mommy, I’m so close already…!” You stumble on your words, completely out of breath as your hips vigorously move against her hand.

“Oh, is that so, darling? Well I’m not sure I want you to cum quite yet. I have other plans for you.” She snickers as she pulls her fingers out of your aching core. You let out a whimper as her nails graze over your clit, your eyes are practically full of needy tears as you realize that she’s stopped.

“Don’t worry, pet. If you keep being good, I’ll finish you off.” You watch as she slowly brings her fingers that were just inside of you to her faded red lips. Your eyes meet as she sticks out her tongue, licking your juices from them, before pulling them into her mouth and letting out a deep moan. After a moment, she pulls them out with a popping sound.

“Fuck, you taste divine. I wouldn’t expect any less from such a beautiful woman.” She leans forward and pulls you into a deep kiss. Her tongue pushes its way into your mouth, the faint taste of you on her tongue causes you to moan. You pull away from her lips and take her hand, pushing the same two fingers in your mouth. The blonde smiles and closes her eyes as your tongue dances around her long fingers. After a moment, she pulls them back out and gently kisses you.

Your pupils fully dilated with lust and yearning, you ask what she would like for you to do.

Larissa giggles softly, “So eager to please, hmm? So adorable. Here… I want you to do something for me now, alright?”

You nod obediently. Your legs were weak and shaky but you managed to get up off of her lap and sit on the soft mattress next to her. She grins and stands up in front of you. Turning around, she loops her fingers around both straps of her dress. She glances back to see you staring with your mouth practically on the floor. You blush as she laughs at you, before facing away again and slowly pulling her dress down her delicate curves.

The pale blue dress falls to the floor and you realize that the older woman wasn’t wearing anything underneath the entire time. You blush thinking about how close you were to her and you were none the wiser.

You studied each of her silver curls that laid gently over her shoulders and back before tracing the rest of her pale curves. You could stare at her forever and memorize every freckle, wrinkle and line. The tall woman turns around in her heels and gives you another moment to take in your new view of her body. She giggles as you inhale sharply at the sight of her. “Do me a favor, sweetheart? There’s a… Treat for you in the bottom drawer of the nightstand there.”

You swallow roughly before leaning over the bed, reaching the bottom drawer she mentioned. Your mind went through the million things that could await you as you slowly opened it, revealing a blue silicone dildo that was already attached to a harness. Your eyes widened and you looked over at Larissa, who had a devilish smile on her face. “Bring it here, won’t you, my darling?”

Your face was hot as you walked over to her, dildo in hand. “Thank you, sweetling. Now, go ahead get those clothes off for me, alright? I’ll help you into this.”

Your eyes grow big while she takes the toy in her hand, slowly stepping out of your skirt and removing the blouse you were wearing. She examines you closely as you strip before leaning over to help you into the harness. You step into it carefully and she pulls it up over your legs, adjusting the straps tightly.

“I-I’ve never worn one of these… I’m not sure I know what to do…” You say nervously as she stands back up in front of you. You try not to look at the toy protruding from your pelvis, embarrassed at how you look to her.

She gently takes your face in one hand, “I know you’ll be perfect. And if you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, please, don’t hesitate to tell me. Okay, sweetheart?”

You kiss her hand and nod, “I’ll be okay, I’m just nervous.”

“I’ll teach you, you’ll be a pro in no time, I promise.” She giggles and pulls you into a kiss. After a few kisses, she steps back and lays back onto the bed. You blush at the sight of her spreading her thighs for you. You still couldn’t believe you had even gotten into this situation at all, let alone with such a goddess of a woman. You were shy but tried to be as confident as you possibly could, to please her. Climbing onto the bed, she smiled at you as you got in a comfortable position between her legs.

“I want your tongue in me first… Will you do that?”

“Of course, mommy. Anything for you…” You had been waiting all night to taste her and now she was spread just for you. You could see that she was dripping onto the sheets, just the sight of her like this was enough to send you over the edge. Laying on your stomach in front of her, you kiss down her thighs and leave little nibbles as you approach closer to her center. She was already moaning and whimpering at the feeling of your teeth against her soft skin.

Her fingers tangled themselves in your hair as you started to gently lap up her wet folds. After a moment of teasing her clit, she pulls your head closer. “Y-your tongue… Feels so good, darling. I want to feel it inside me. No more teasing.” She tells you sternly, trying not to beg but you could tell she was on the verge of whimpering for you. As much as you wanted to teaser her a little longer, you did as you were told and your tongue made its way into her warm center. Her thighs quickly tightened around your head as your tongue explored her, you pushed them back apart without thinking of the possible consequences. All she could do was moan at your sudden change in confidence, “That’s a good girl… You feel so fucking good.”

Her hips began to buck against the motions of your tongue and the vibrations of your own moans against her. She pulls up your head, both of you out of breath and her wetness glistening on your chin, “Put that cock to good use for me now, okay? I know you’ll be perfect for mommy.”

You climb up to her lips to kiss her and she licks the juices from your face, before pulling you into a kiss. One of your hands makes its way to her hardened nipple, gently squeezing as you begin to kiss down her chin and neck. You take the other nipple into your mouth as you continue to gently pinch the other between your fingers.

“Baby… Fuck… I want you inside of me so bad…” She lets out in between pornographic moans.

Your tongue flicks her nipple before biting down and she cries out as your teeth graze the sensitive skin. “Fuck me, right now…” she orders, roughly pulling the toy to her cunt. “Put your fucking cock in me now!”

You waste no time and do as you're told, pushing the toy inside of her slowly at first. The moan she lets out once you’re fully inside of her makes your body shiver. You take a moment to get used to the motions, watching her every reaction to your movements, wishing you were actually inside of her and feeling her walls contract around you. You can’t take your eyes off of each other. Even as she squirms underneath you, her eyes stay locked onto yours, glossed over with lust.

She wanted every inch of the toy you were pushing into her eager cunt. “More, darling… I can take it, you can be a little rough with me…” She says breathlessly, chuckling softly, her breasts moving to the rhythm of your thrusts. You want her to cum so badly, you want to please her, so you move your hips harder and faster against her. The sound of your bodies hitting each other gets louder as you continue to push deeper inside her.

“Oh my god… I knew you would be so good at this. Fuck, you feel so good inside me.”

You watch as her beautiful blue eyes roll back into her head and her back arches as you move into a slower rhythm, leaning over and burying your face into her neck. She drags her fingernails down your back and you cry out. “Don’t whine. I didn’t tell you to slow down, pet. You don’t get to stop until I say so.” She sternly growls into your ear. You quickly return to speed, you could never refuse what she asks of you.

“Good. Fucking. Girl. You don’t get to stop until I cum all over your cock, understand?”

“Y-yes, mommy… I won’t stop, I promise…” You manage to say and continue pounding into her. The feeling of the harness pushing against your own clit made it difficult to not orgasm yourself, but you knew you would be punished if you let yourself cum before her. But maybe you wanted to be punished by her… Maybe you wanted her to throw you over her knee and spank you until tears spilled down your cheeks and your ass was completely red. Maybe you wanted her to tie you to the bed and made you watch her fuck herself without letting you touch her. The thought of her disciplining you and absolutely ruining you causes your entire body to quiver.

Then you hear her. She screams out your name as she’s on the verge of orgasming. You never wanted anyone else to say your name ever again, it belonged to her.

You belonged to her.

And you both knew it.

You lean back upright so you can witness her beautiful face as she cums for you. Your hands steady her hips as you keep thrusting as deep as you can into her dripping cunt. Her hands grip the sheets on either side of her as she cries out, screaming endless profanities. You were honestly impressed with yourself that you could make her feel this way with your inexperience. But you had no time to get cocky before you realized her back had arched off of the bed as she reached climax… At last, it had happened so fast and yet it felt like hours.

The cock was pushed out by her contracting walls, causing her to let out a whine when it came out of her. You looked down and saw the soaking mess you made of her and you licked your lips with delight and desire.

She smiles at you and between heavy breaths she says, “I appreciate your enthusiasm, sweetheart, but I do believe it’s time for me to thank you properly.”

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Except Me ~S16!Emily Prentiss xFem Reader

Inspired by @captainchilly ‘s post. Felt like this needed a blurb/fic of Emily finally getting fucked after the events of Season 16. With a cameo of S16 Spencer Reid!

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, pet names, smut, eating out, fingering, age gap (all legal), sex, etc.

Enjoy (;

It had been a week since the Sicarius case had closed, and Emily still couldn’t get a wink of sleep.

She was restless. Too restless.

There was so much unknown in the balance… What exactly was going to happen with Lee Duval? What was Gold Star? How were Doug, the Atorney General, and Tara’s ex connected to it?

In light of all this, Emily decided she would go visit one of her oldest and most trusted friends from the BAU— Spencer.

It was restless, too quiet Tuesday when Emily was making her way to the university Spencer was currently lecturing at.

Being a professor fit Spencer well; he had found more community and even a girlfriend. Emily was truly happy for him. But she also missed seeing his hope filled face and being around his information stuffed mind.

She sighed, exiting her parked car, and making her way to the lecture hall in which Spencer was just about finishing his 8am lecture on behavior.

Emily silently entered the classroom and waited patiently in the corner for Spencer to wrap up. He looked like he was truly in his element, Emily thought as she watched him talk.

Spencer noticed Emily the second she had entered the hall. He had sent her a warm smile as he continued to teach, followed by a look of concern washing over his face.

Eventually, Spencer wrapped up and dismissed the class, and the students all exited the lecture hall.

Emily made her way over to Spencer, “Hey Reid. How’s teaching treating you?”

“Hey Em, really good, thanks. How are you, I heard about your recent, more difficult case?” Reid responded, voice laced with concern and care.

As the two caught up, Spencer led Emily into his office for more privacy. They both sat down.

Emily sighed in defeat, “So yeah… and now where trying to figure out what this gold star is…”

“Emily, have you been sleeping?” Spencer interrupted Emily’s finishing conclusions on the case.

“Uh… I’m trying. It’s hard. Why?”

They both knew why…

There was silence in the room between the two old friends for a while.

“I… have a suggestion…” Spencer hesitated.

“Yes?” Emily asked, her features perking up at the sound of Spencer’s mind working out some sort of possible solution.

“When’s the last time you got laid, Emily?”

“I’m sorry?” Emily chocked on her own air.

“It.. it might be beneficial…” Spencer went right back to his younger, stuttering self, trying to explain himself, which made Emily’s heart melt.

He cleared his throat, “It might be beneficial for you. Sex is often shown to help with stress relief and insomnia.”

Emily scoffed.

“I wouldn’t even know where to begin.” She said while rubbing her temples.

“I may have someone.” Spencer offered.

“What?” Emily asked, not fully registering what Spencer was saying.

“A colleague of mine, a professor L/N, has her own set of obstacles, but the point is that she could benefit from having sex as well.”

Emily was flabbergasted.

“Spencer… You do know that just because we’re both not straight, does not mean we will immediately like each other right?” She skeptically questioned her friend.

“No, no, I know. But, will you just meet her? Her office is room 116.”

“Spencer, you amaze me sometimes…” Emily sighed in defeat, “But sure, if it will satisfy you, I will go talk to your colleague.”

Spencer had a grin plastered on his face at her words.

As Emily walked out to go find you in room 116, Spencer called out, “You can thank me later!”

Emily huffed as she made her way through the campus to your office.

Spencer wasn’t wrong though… She desperately needed to get laid…

But she was tired. She didn’t want to go deal with a rejection from a stranger. Especially right now.

Eventually, Emily found your office. She knocked at the door.

“Come in!” You called, while grading your seemingly never ending stacks of papers.

Emily heard your words, opened the door, entered the room, and closed the door behind her.

“Hello, How can I help you?” You asked the stranger in your office, setting your grading pen down for the moment.

“I’m Emily Prentiss, Dr. Reid’s friends.” Emily introduced herself, shaking your hand.

Your face lit up at her words, “Oh yes! I’m Y/N. Spencer has told me a good deal about his old team at the BAU. Please, do sit, although I don’t know exactly what I can do for you.”

Emily smiled at your kindness.

You both sat, and she began, “This is going to sound weird, but…” Emily took a deep breath, damn she hadn’t been this nervous in years… why was she this nervous…?

“But Spencer asked me to come down her and see you.”

“Oh is that so? And why might that be?” You asked, skeptical of what Spencer was pulling this time.

“He thinks… he thinks both of us need to get laid… and that we could help each other with our mutually respective dilemmas.” Emily tried to explain in, in the most understandable way, but she was being distracted by the butterflies in her stomach and the wetness pooling in her panties…

“He wants us to fuck?” You bluntly asked.

Oh, Emily was done for once you uttered those words…

“Yes.” She managed to respond with a even voice, even though her legs were clenching uncontrollably…

“Hmmmm…” you mused, taking in the woman in front you, you had to admit… Spencer taste for you was spot on…

“And what do you think? What do you want, Emily?” You asked the older, seasoned woman.

God, she wanted to hear her name in your mouth again…

“I think your quite young…” Emily responded with a slight strain to her voice.

“Hmmmm, does that bother you?”

“Not if it doesn’t bother you…” she whispered, her eyes clouding over with need.

“It doesn’t…” you immediately, lightly spoke back.

“Well in that case…” Emily began, but was interrupted as you got up from your chair.

You went over to the door, and for a second Emily panicked thinking you were leaving, but then she heard the lock click.

You then walked back and over to where Emily was sitting, scooting her chair to face you and not the desk.

“What were you saying…?” You whispered, looming over Emily, your eyes darkened with desperation.

“Doesn’t matter...” Emily whispered, grabbing your blouse and crashing her lips into yours. She pulled you into her lap, as her tongue explored your mouth.

You moaned in response, straddling her on the chair.

Emily grabbed a fist of your hair and pressed your lips into her hers even harder, eliciting whimpers from both of you.

Both of your hips grinded into the other in desperate need of some sort of friction.

You pulled away first from the kiss, quickly knelt down on the ground, and hurriedly began undoing her pants.

Emily realized what you were doing and moaned at the thought, quickly helping you to remove her pants.

You tore off her soaked panties and spread her legs across the chair legs.

“Please, god… fuck me…” Emily pleaded, grabbing your hair again and thrusting her soaked cunt to meet your face.

You happily complied to her request, diving into her pussy, lapping up her wetness and exploring her folds.

Emily moaned and mewled in delight.

You skillfully tongued through her folds, drawing out lewd moans which went straight to your own core.

And soon enough you felt Emily’s walls clenched around your tongue as she screamed out in pleasure.

You looked up after lapping up all of her juices to find a panting, sex fogged goddess.

You moaned at the sight.

Emily met your desperate eyes.

“Get on the desk, will ya love?” She lustfully moaned.

You quickly got up, sitting your ass on the edge of your desk.

Emily got up from her chair, legs a bit wobbly which you cheekily grinned at.

“Oh don’t worry Baby. You’ll be the one who can’t walk at the end of this…” Emily taunted at your cheeky grin towards her legs.

You gulped.

She grabbed your knees and guided your legs open for her access.

“I love your outfit, but it would look so much better on the floor, don’t ya think?” Emily purred.

You bit your lip and eagerly nodded, desperately removing all of your clothing.

Emily watched you, her mouth salivating at the sight of you.

You sat back on the edge of the desk, legs wide open for her access.

Emily hummed in delight.

She then kneeled on the floor, never losing eye contact as she licked a strip of your folds, causing you to shutter and let out a whimper.

“Please… no teasing…” you begged, bucking your hips up to meet her face.

Emily grinned at your begging, and complied with your request.

She just went straight into your pussy, tongue fucking your aching cunt relentlessly.

You grabbed and tugged her hair which only seemed to spur Emily on even more.

“Oh God!” You cried out, feeling yourself climbing to the edge of your high.

Emily couple sense your fluttering walls and how close you were. She added her thumb to your clit, and you were done for…

You came on her tongue, crying out her name, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

You panted heavily and whinced as Emily cleaned your sensitive cunt up with her tongue.

She came up to your eye level with a mischievous little grin and a face full of cum to match yours.

Her lips crashed into yours once more. It’s was intoxicating, your taste mixing with hers.

Eventually, you both pulled away breathless.

“Damn.” Emily exclaimed, “We should do that again sometime.”

You chuckled at her comment and nodded, too speechless to form any words.

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imprincipalweemspet · 11 months

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Under the desk

Hello! This is my first time writing something so please don’t be so mean to me. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

Warning: NSFW, 18+, Smut, Oral Sex, Fingerfucking.

Enjoy! 😘

You could only hear the dull pounding of your racing heart in your ears, you were on your knees with your neck slightly bent in the dim darkness under the desk waiting patiently for Larissa.

Your train of thought is interrupted when you hear the faint voices of the students, indicating that classes have started.

Entonces escuchas la puerta de la oficina abrirse y cerrarse.

El sonido de sus caros tacones resuena por todo el lugar.

Ves como la silla de cuero se quita del escritorio, lo que te da una vista de la mitad inferior de su cuerpo. Te aprietas contra el soporte del escritorio para no delatar tu presencia.

The desk was big enough that her shapely legs weren't touching you.

She texts you, thinking you were at work. You innocently text him back.

She suddenly crosses her legs exposing the soft skin of her thighs, which were wrapped in a pair of cream-colored stockings that trailed up her legs and ended at the middle of her thick thighs.

You reach out tentatively and touch her ankle with your fingertips.

Larissa gives a small jump in surprise, rolling her chair back.

She tilts her head to look under the desk, fixing her gaze on yours.

Her blond eyebrows rose in surprise to find you under the writing, you gave her a mischievous smile and your hands resumed their place caressing her ankles, dissipating Larissa's tension.

She pulled her chair closer to receive more of your caresses.

Your hands slowly run up her calves, kneading and squeezing her thick legs.

Her legs open slowly giving you more access, your hands moving higher under the hem of her elegant dress and over the top of her stockings, making contact with the softness of her bare skin.

She rolls her chair closer to the desk as she feels the touch of your cool hand on her warm skin, your firm grip on her milky thighs, lifting her dress over her hips to reveal the tops of her stockings and panties.

There was enough light to see her burgundy lace panties covering her beautiful pussy, which was stained dark from her arousal.

Your hands rest on the outside of her thighs pulling her closer to you.

You started by spreading little feather kisses on her knees, slowly moving up her legs.

She can feel your warm breath on the inside of her thighs.

The smell of her sex is driving you crazy, your pussy was soaked and your clit was throbbing, but that didn’t matter, you just wanted to worship your goddess.

Your mouth slowly approaches the target. Her body jerks as she feels your warm breath come in contact with the sodden fabric of her underwear.

You cover her pussy with your mouth, press your wet tongue over her lips, savoring her salty sweetness.

Her hand slid under the desk, tangling her long, slender fingers in your hair, pushing her needy cunt into your mouth.

You tilt your head back a little to admire your work of art, the sodden fabric of her panties clinging to her swollen pussy lips, her erect clit pressing proudly against the wet fabric of her panties.

She removes her hand from your head and pulls the underwear aside exposing her pussy, her lips wet and sticky from her arousal and your saliva.

You crane your neck and your wet tongue slides carefully between her folds, lapping up the hot moisture before finding her swollen clit.

She leans back in her leather chair arching her back and forcing her pussy against your face.

You slowly slide your tongue down the hole of her pussy, inserting your tongue as far as it will go, deliberately rubbing your nose over her clit.

You move your head up and down, savoring the delicious taste of her pussy.

Your tongue alternates between its entrance to her clit, over and over again, eagerly drinking the juices of her dripping pussy.

You feel her legs contract, her hand returns to your head yanking roughly at your hair, you gasp for air as you are stimulated by the sensation of the other woman’s fingers tangling in your hair.

Her thighs tighten around your head, bucking her hips desperately painting your face with her luscious fluids. Your lips close around her clit, licking her eagerly.

You slide your middle and ring fingers deep into the wet velvet of Larissa’s pussy. Using your thumb to rub circles around her clit accompanying the thrusts of your fingers.

Her hips rocked up and down uncontrollably, riding your fingers, you increased the speed of your thrusts by adding a third finger driving her wild with desire.

Larissa was so wet you could hear the wet sound of your fingers working between her thighs.

Her juices gush onto your hand as she reaches her orgasm, feeling the delicious contractions of her pussy crush your fingers.

Your fingers slowly slid out of her soaking cunt, leaving Larissa squirming, moaning and shaking.

You slid your glistening fingers into your mouth, not wasting a drop of her delicious fluids.

You slowly slide your tongue back into her sensitive cunt, wiping away the remains of her glorious orgasm.

#larissa weems #larissa weems smut #larissa x reader #larissa weems x female reader #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems fluff #larissa weems fanfic #principal weems #principal larissa weems #wednesday weems #principal weems x reader #gwendolineuniverse #gwendoline christie #lesbian #lesbian fic

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horror-sapphic · 1 year

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Breath of life

D.J Masterlist

Summary: Daisy is struggling with having to deal with Billy and being sober, but you give her a breath of life

Warnings: mentions of drugs, drug usage/ex addiction, Billy Dunne being Billy Dunne

a/n: Not thoroughly proofread, pls reblog

wc: 1.1k

“From the top Daisy,” Billy calls out through the speakers, they’ve been recording a new song Billy wrote called “More fun to miss”. It’s a gag song he made to spite her, and Daisy knows it. She's been tight-lipped singing for the past hour, completely over Billy and his antics.

“Can’t we just call it a day? I’m not feeling it” she mumbles with an attitude into her mic, adjusting her bulky headset to hear better. “Not feeling it? Daisy get it together we have an album to make no one cares about your little attitude” Billy’s voice turns cold and stern like a father yelling at his child for not obeying him. Daisy feels her body begin to get warm with anger, she hates how he feels like he can order anyone around.

“I’m not your fucking kid, I said I’m not feeling it. It’s a wrap” Daisy pulls her chunky headphones from over her head, slamming them down on the music stand in front of her. Looking Billy sternly in the eyes as she rips her way out of the dim brown studio.

“Fucking dickhead” she says under her breath, walking briskly with her thick heels echoing through the corridor to the nearest closet-sized bathroom slamming its door behind her. The fluorescent light in there gives off a light blue hue in the gray-toned space, Daisy looks at herself up close in the somewhat dirty mirror with the sink gently digging into her lower stomach pulling at her dull eye bags and softly stretching the dry skin on her cheeks upwards.

She sighs to herself putting both hands on the corresponding edge of the sink and hanging her head down in defeat, she can feel the urge to dig back into her hiding place under the sink where her secret stash of coke is. Her left-hand slides under the sink where she feels the small yellow packet still taped where she left it, Daisy pulls the packet from under the sink and stares at the small bag that makes such a big impact on her life, feeling her chest start to get tight and her nose beginning to burn.

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“Daisy you’re home” y/n calls out, greeting Daisy with open arms nestling her face in Daisy’s neck.

Y/n and Daisy have been dating for a little while before she was dryly welcomed (On Billy’s part) into what is now known as Daisy Jones and the six, y/n used to attend her small bar shows and cheer her secret lover on even when no one in the room was watching.

But let's be real, who wouldn’t have their eyes on Daisy? Y/n and Daisy met at Daisy’s family’s weekly house parties, Daisy’s parents know y/n parents through mutual friends. Everyone knew of Daisy’s parents or known by old family and friends, Margaret Jones.

Daisy Jones was born out of her own deadly loneliness.

At one of the first and last cocktail parties the Jones invited y/n and her family too, y/n was lucky enough to run into Daisy who was held up in her hippy-themed bedroom. Y/n too wanted to escape the snobbiness of downstairs events and wanted to locate the quietest room she could find, which led her to find the doe-eyed face of the love of her life.

Daisy didn’t shoo away the slightly flushed face of her future love, and instead saw the desperation on her face and told her to sit by her. This led to small talk, which turned into deep conversations, which then turned into them slick with sweat and handfuls of each other's hair.

“How was today?” y/n asked softly with her face still laying on the warm crook of Daisy’s neck. Daisy doesn’t say anything In return but instead tightens her arms around y/n waist putting her head on top of her shorter girlfriend's head. Y/n took that as bad news and sigh softly before answering, “What did Billy do now?”, “Just him being him as always” Daisy answers with a quick response. And with that she pulled away furrowing her brows, covering her face with her hand.

“But that’s not all….. this time” she pauses, avoiding my eyes which makes me nervous. I remember the last time she acted like this, it wasn't something good.

“Daisy… what’s wrong?” Y/n says nervously as she pulls away from their slightly intimate moment but still holds both her hands between them. Daisy doesn’t say anything as she sits down on the seat behind her, slouching down with her face in her hands. “Baby you can talk to me” y/n whispers, squatting down in front of the redhead. “I was…” Daisy said, pausing as she dropped her hands that were covering her face, her eyes filled with tears, and her cheeks turning a cotton candy pink shade. “I was so close today, SO close,” she said with her words caught in her throat, Y/n doesn’t say anything back. Waiting for Daisy to get all her words out.

“I was so close to using today” Daisy finally gets out, and y/n softly grabs Daisy’s hands and kisses both of them firmly while making eye contact with her. Daisy gets off her chair and knees in front of Y/n on their fluffy green rug and Y/n does the same, nearly matching Daisy in height. “It’s never gonna be easy is it?” Daisy cries out grabbing onto her long-term girlfriend's frame, clinging onto her as her own body shakes as she weeps.

“It might not be easy now, but you're stronger than it is, Dais, You are,” Y/n says in Daisy’s ear, slowly rocking the two.

“Then why doesn’t it feel like it?”

“It will get better, I promise”

Daisy pulls back to stare at Y/n who meets her puffy-eyed glare. Daisy makes the first move, putting her forehead on Y/n’s sighing softly as Y/n matches her movement inching closer, with barely any space between the two lovers. Y/n can her girlfriend's breath on the top of her lips and smiles.

“Everything is gonna be okay Daisy…. I promise”.

#daisy jones fanfic #daisy jones and the six #daisyjones lesbian #daisy jones x reader #daisy jones angst #daisy jones fluff #fluff #angst #tw #riley keough #lesbian fic #lovers in secret #daisy jones #imagine daisy jones #daisy jones and the six x reader

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rimunagenius · 1 month

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Wish You Were Gay

ღ Pairing: Josette Maskin x AFAB!Straight!reader

ღ Word Count: 2k Words

ღ Warnings: RPF!! angst, hardcore pining (jojo obv), internalized homophobia, unrequited love, crippling jealousy, both preferred pronouns are used for Josette in this fic!

ღ a/n: This is based off Billie Eilish’s song ‘wish you were gay’ and I feel like i actually became a fucken poet with this. I’m sorry for the amount of therapy bills imma have to pay after this really sad fic…but also i feel like this is the perfect pining and unrequited love trope song that billie wrote imo.

ღ

ღ "Baby, I don't feel so good", six words you never understood

"I'll never let you go", five words you'll never say

Jo had this reacurring dream that you'd be here. In her bed. With her. Happy.

Everytime, you'd look to her and smile. Your one dimple on your left cheek more prominent as you layed on her chest. She'd stroke your hair, a matching smile plastered on their soft pink lips.

Josette would then say how they wished they could stay like this forever. You and her. Together. Finally happy. You'd smile, cheeks warming a soft pink, before your arms wrapped tighter around her waist, legs tangling together creating a perfectly entangled mess.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll never let you go."

That's usually where the dream ends. Waking up to cold sheets, no you by her side. Poorly dimmed room setting the precedent that her life feels just a little more empty without that part of you in it.

ღ I laugh along like nothing's wrong, four days has never felt so long

If three's a crowd and two was us, one slipped away

"Bye, you'd guys would make a cute little old lesbian couple!" Katie laughed as she watched you and Jo bickering over something so tiny. Naomi nodding their head in agreement, a small chuckle escaping their lips.

You laughed, a weird feeling settling in your stomach. You'd never even looked at Jo that way. So why would others think the opposite of you? You had a boyfriend.

Jo had noticed the look you gave her. Your joking and feigned annoyance over the small tussle, now shutting down the unserious side of you. It was because Katie had made a lesbian joke when you were straight, right?

Could you never think of her in such a way that when a joke is made, you get uncomfortable? Jo didn't want to over analyze so they laughed, albeit it was dry and short. A small pang in her chest, she wiped the tip of her nose, taking a deep breath and started to scroll on her phone.

She only had a day and a couple hours left to endure of this painful 4-day getaway friends trip. They just wanted it to be over.

ღ I just wanna make you feel okay

But all you do is look the other way

"Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay, baby?" Baby. She knew she should stop calling you that. That's something she's only ever heard him call you. Nicknames like that weren't reserverad for someone like her in your life.

"I'm okay, I could just really use a hug right now." You sighed, tears starting to well up in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around her neck, her arms finding place on your waist.

"What do you need? Let me make you feel better, yeah?" Josette pulled away from you, her arms going from either side of your upper arms, to lifting your chin so you could see her. So she could look you in your pained eyes once, to see that she never wanted them to look that way again.

"Hey, you called me?" Jo recognized his voice anywhere. Your boyfriend. Of course. She should have known he'd be the first one you called. They should have known that whatever was bothering you, whoever made you cry, what ever you were struggling with, the burden was yours to carry and his to help.

How naive of Jo to think that maybe this once, you'd actually want her. Need her, to help you.

ღ I can't tell you how much I wish I didn't wanna stay

I just kinda wish you were gay

The more Jo had thought about yours and hers relationship, the more she thought about just up and leaving. She hates to admit that she spent a good amount of time every now and then wondering what her life would be like without you in it.

She knew what she felt was real, she knew you wouldn't ever give her a shot. The friendship was great. Blissful. But what could she possibly stay for if whenever she was around you, the crippling feeling of longing and yearning to feel you and know you completely; all of you, was something so impossible?

The way she felt...the way she wanted you to love her. It was so strong that she prayed that you'd soon realize that maybe he wasn't the right man for you and what you needed was her. A woman.

She wished you were gay. She wished it was her you longed to be with. To feel their skin. To know them so deeply and romantically that whatever you did, you did it because you loved them. Not him.

It was wrong. It was wrong that she wished your healthy relationship that made you happy, would crash and burn like her mind, heart and soul, whenever you walked into a room. How she prayed for impending doom on two happy people so she could be the one to make you happy. It was selfish. It was wrong.

You weren't gay, but god, she wished you were.

ღ Is there a reason we're not through?

Is there a 12-step just for you?

Our conversation's all in blue

11 "heys"

Ten fingers tearin' out my hair

Nine times, you never made it there

I ate alone at seven, you were six minutes away

Josette knew the only thing holding this friendship together was her. She didn't have to stay, have to be here. She didn't need to make herself feel this way.

You had him. You spent most of your time with him, most of your guys' plans cancelled or postponed because he needed something.

As a silent lover, she watched as you made time for him. Showed up for him. Yeah, you showed up for Jo too, but never with as much love and passion as you had for him. You did actually, but just not the kind that Josette wanted. You chose him. She just wished you chose her instead.

This was no different. You had plans to meet up for lunch. This nice cafe, in the middle of both your residing areas and it was all going to happen at 2. Soon, the first five minute of waiting turned into 15. Then to 30. Multiple messages sent to you waiting for an ETA.

You responded in seconds with a short response of a emergency on his side of the family. Jo sighed, the dull and aching feeling rising in her chest again.

They had to stop thinking swooping you away from him was going to change the fact that you weren't into girls. Jo had known you caught on.

Maybe this was her punishment: All the forced proximity and trying to change something already set in stone, was rejection by the one person she sought acception from. This was you pushing her away. God how could she be so stupid.

Jo was never going to change your mind, maybe this was the only way you could tell her without breaking her heart. Letting her eat alone...be alone.

ღ How am I supposed to make you feel okay

When all you do is walk the other way?

I can't tell you how much I wish I didn't wanna stay

I just kinda wish you were gay

When you started having problems with him, Jo heard about it. To Jo, it seemed that she was only here for you when he wasn’t. That wasn’t even true. It’s just the way her mind chose to see it, to be able to cope with the rejection she took in an absolute way.

She shouldn’t have let these feelings get in the way. She was setting herself up.

Josette couldn’t fathom loving anyone else with her whole being. It’d take a nuclear act of god to get her to stop her life from circling around you. The purgatory that was loving you when you couldn’t love her the way she wanted you to, was something she’d take over anyone else. The constant suffering was worth it.

You always ran to him for your romantic needs. But Jo’s heart had always ran back to you. She knew you knew. You just know she could never act on it without you setting up a block. So you did it all the time when you were around her.

Maybe in another universe or lifetime, she’d get to have you and experience different parts of you the way he did.

ღ To spare my pride

To give your lack of interest, an explanation

Don't say I'm not your type

Just say that I'm not your preferred sexual orientation

You may have looked at your boyfriend with heart eyes and the most romantic, endearment and adoration and with Josette, you looked at her the same.

Platonically binded by both your caring souls, like mindedness, and mutual interests. She was your soulmate in bestfriend form. You had certainly thought that if you had liked girls, or if Jo had been a boy, you’d love to love her in more ways than one.

But she wasn’t. Something about you two, together in this lifetime, was something that felt wrong. She was always meant to be your bestfriend. Nothing more. Josette had understood that.

She understood that it’s something you had grown up to understand was something that wasn’t socially accepted, atleast by your family. So she understood why you couldn’t pursue something romantic together.

She felt that maybe you did love her, maybe even felt the attraction, but she just wasn’t a man. The idea was unsettling to swallow at first—but it appeased her brain to know that it could happen…if the circumstances were different.

ღ I'm so selfish

But you make me feel helpless, yeah

And I can't stand another day

Stand another day

The longing was weighing down. The burden of carrying such a strong but passionate love for someone who couldn’t physically return it was starting to fuck with Jo.

She knew it was selfish to pray that you’d change your mind about your sexual orientation. To pray that you have always been that way but wanted to hide it. She prayed for any possibility that’d allow you to love her how she wished you did.

But she knew it’d never work. No matter what she said or did, nothing was going to change your mind.

She knew that; they couldn’t stand this anymore. It was becoming too much for her. The attachment and attraction blossomed more than she could’ve imagined. She needed to stop. Needed to forget you. Needed someone else.

But she couldn’t do that to you. Her body and soul couldn’t allow it. She couldn’t stand to breathe the same air as you if you weren’t breathing it together. How could she form a new connection and love someone so deeply when every part of her had already belonged to you.

Together. Together. Together. It’s all she’s ever wanted.

ღ I just wanna make you feel okay

But all you do is look the other way, hmm

I can't tell you how much I wish I didn't wanna stay

I just kinda wish you were gay

It was on her face, in her eyes, everytime they looked at you. You couldn’t bare seeing Jo in it so deeply and you couldn’t return it. You never wanted someone to break Jo’s heart.

It just never occurred to you that you were the one doing it. Everytime they looked at you, they always thought the same thing.

“I just wish you were gay”

Repeated like a never ending song in her brain. Everytime she was with you, she wanted to confess the feelings that she’s been carrying ever since you guys met. It was overwhelming and heartbreaking but a privilege.

Jo would rather you break her heart a little more everyday than anyone at all. She’d settle for the possibility of her possibly being able to change your mind about girls than forget the way you made every inch of her feel.

To feel love in the most absolute way. It was a privilege to love someone like you. So it was either she had to repeat the mantra in her mind and just go on about their day, pretending everything was fine, or not have you at all. She’d choose the first one everytime.

Cause she knew…in another life, you two would have it all. You be running to her. For anything. Whether it was for comfort or romantic endeavors. She’d be the one you’d choose.

You two would be together.

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cordeliasdarling · 11 months

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The Dance (Larissa Weems x Reader)

Word count: 1589

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Notes: This is my first Larissa fic so pls be nice! Any interactions will be much apricated.

Darkness filled the sky, sun setting and moon rising. Tonight was the school dance. I'd been dreading it, but also looking forward to it. On one hand, there would be a whole hall-full of teenagers. On the other hand, I knew they would all be having a good time, they deserved a break from their studies.

I was a teacher here at Nevermore, and I was one of the teachers, herbology to be exact. This was my one year anniversary that week actually. My job was great, assisting all the students gave me joy. It was my dream job. And not just because of the teaching.

Suddenly I heard a gentle knock.

I quickly slipped out of my daydream, realising where I was. Sitting in my car and staring ahead at nothing in particular. I turned my head to the side, seeing an angel outside the door.

And by angel, I meant Larissa Weems.

God, she was exquisite. The way her crimson red lips twitched into a smile, the way her liquid blue eyes focussed on me, making me feel like the only woman in the world. Her platinum blonde hair was perfectly styled, framing her face perfectly, cheekbones highlighted. I could go on and on about this woman, and given the chance, I would.

My hand fumbled quickly to open the door, subsequently bumping Larissa with it.

"Shit, sorry-" I slipped out of the car and looked at Larissa with worry. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?" If I was ever the reason to harm this angel, I would never forgive myself.

"I'm okay, darling, it was just a bump." Her words were smooth, tinged with amusement. Good to know she didn't mind my clumsiness.

I smoothed down my shirt, worrying that there were any creases. I had to look my best when Principle Weems was around. My head tilted upwards as I met her eyes. The height difference was significant, but that never bothered me. To be honest she deserved to be looked up to.

"Are you going to stay here or join me inside?"

I nodded quickly, a blush forming on my cheeks. "Yes, sorry, I was lost in my thoughts." She laughed at this, that deep laugh that I loved so much.

Then the doors to the dance opened, light spilling across us, as I was parked near the doors. Her eyes travelled down to my attire, noticing it for the first time. And a smile appeared on her lips. "You look.. very nice."

My heart sunk a little, I wished I looked more than 'nice' to her, but I grinned nonetheless, because she didn't have to comment on my outfit at all, she chose to. I was wearing crimson suit, not too fancy but a little more than casual. I was well dressed, I had to admit.

"Thank you." God, did I have no range in my vocabulary at all?

With this light, I then noticed her outfit. A light blue dress that hugged her curves perfectly. I cleared my throat, not commenting on it because I knew I would probably stutter out a pathetic 'you look drop dead gorgeous'. She seemed to notice where my gaze was, and I was sure I could see amusement behind her eyes, as if she knew what I was thinking.

"May I walk you inside?" Larissa moved her arm in a fluid motion, pointing to the building. The idea of arriving at a dance accompanied by the most beautiful woman.. it gave me butterflies. Though there was always that sadness, because she would never see me as more than a colleague.

"Yes of course."

Together we made it through the door and the decorative arch made of balloons. The students that had sorted this all out had taste, because not many people could style balloons and not make it look tacky.

"So as this is your first time chaperoning at the dance, it's only fair I-" Larissa was cut off when she noticed a group of students taunting Ajax, a known gargoyle.

"Sorry, I'll be right back." She left, her Principle Weems side showing. I was curious as to what she was about to say but at the same time I knew that Ajax didn't deserve to be bullied. My gaze lingered on Larissa, she had finished correcting the situation, but another teacher had started a conversation with her. I didn't mind, it gave me an opportunity to admire her. She was so beautiful, so graceful, in every movement and every word.

"You're so in love it makes me retch."

I jumped at the voice, turning my head to see the infamous Wednesday Addams. I chuckled nervously. Wednesday noticed everything, and she was nearly always right about things (not to the amusement of teachers).

"I'm not in love, I don't know what you're talking about." Yes, play dumb. Pfft, as if I were in love with Principle Weems.

"Just tell her. It's pathetic seeing you both moon over each other." And with that, Wednesday left, joining her date to the dance.

Did she mean.. Larissa was 'mooning' over me? Ms Addams was usually right, as I said, but surely..

"Hi." I jumped again at another voice next to me. I looked over and saw Larissa Weems.

"Hey.. do you want a drink?" I gestured to the several bowls of fruit punch that had been organised by students.

"I better not, it wouldn't surprise me if one of those students managed to get alcohol in it." She let out a laugh, but her eyes never left my face. "You're welcome to have some though."

I shook my head, "I'm a lightweight, I'd probably be hungover in the morning." I chuckled as she laughed.

"Fair enough." She then spotted Wednesday who was throwing us annoyed looks. I could take a guess as to what she was sulking about, but Larissa on the other hand sighed, turning back to me. The music then changed, from upbeat to a more classical piece. Wednesday almost smiled, almost.

I looked away from Larissa, because all I could think about was what it would be like to dance with her. Swaying to the music, my hand on her waist, hers on mine.. in a perfect world. Sadness washed over me. The woman I was in love with most definitely didn't love me back. Why would she? I was just the clumsy herbology teacher.

"Is something the matter?" Larissa asked, her eyebrows furrowed, a sign that she was concerned that I had been staring into space again. I nodded quickly, plastering a smile on my face.

"Yes. I just need some air." Turning away, I walked to the back exit, opening it and enjoying being hit with the cool evening air. I inhaled, trying to rid myself from the self pitying thoughts. I guess I could moon over her in bed tonight, as I did most.

"Dear, tell me what's wrong." Principle Weems had followed me out and stood in front of me, so I couldn't look away. Fuck, how was I supposed to come up with a believable lie? Or maybe I shouldn't lie, maybe I should tell the truth. I took another deep breath, preparing for the rejection I would sure face after admitting the truth.

"I like you, Larissa, more than I should. I just get sad sometimes that I never will have the chance to dance with you." My eyes moved anywhere but her, focusing on the gravel eventually. The silence was thick, making me cringe, wishing I had never been born. Until..

"What makes you think that we would never dance?" Her tone was soft, causing me to jerk my head back up in surprise.

"Because I know you'd never like me like that." My heart only sunk further, did she not understand what I meant? There weren't very many ways to interpret my confession.

"Darling, for a clever woman, you sure are silly." Larissa took a step forward, her hand raising to cup my cheek, causing my face to heat up like an oven. She'd probably burn herself from my skin.

"But-" I was about to protest, to make her see clearly, but before I knew it her lips were on mine. My eyes widened, frozen in place, before relaxing, kissing her back. It was a sweet and gentle kiss, one that left me breathless by the time we parted.

My cheeks were flushed, taking a step back and looking at Larissa with wide eyes. She let out an adorable chuckle, the corner of her lips curved into a smile. There was a silence, I tried to think of something to say, but I was speechless.

"I've been wanting to do that for some time now." She admitted, breaking eye contact for a moment as she glanced to the floor. My my, was Larissa Weems going shy on me?

"Me too, it's very hard not to want to kiss you, all the time." I let out a deep breath, because all these months longing over her had finally paid off. We'd kissed, and everything in the world finally made sense. She was the new piece in my life that I so very needed. "We should do that more often." A cheeky grin as I watched her laugh in response.

"How about you meet me in my office after the dance is over?" Her proposition had my head swirling. She actually wanted to meet me, in a way far past professional boundaries. I smiled widely, fighting the urge to dance.

"I would love to."

And after that, we shared a few more kisses before going back inside the dance, acting to everyone as if nothing had happened. Though I caught Wednesday looking at us with a slight smirk on her face.

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tags: @orangeisnttheonlyfruit @weemswife

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #wednesday the show #princple weems #lgbtq #lesbian #fluff #wlw #lesbian fic #wednesday #gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie fanfic

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eloquentmoon · 10 months

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━ Shaak Ti x Avona Teller

I commissioned the wonderful @audpaints to bring my Jedi OC Avona Teller to life alongside Jedi Master Shaak Ti. I love this piece so much. The way they are looking at one another, the comfort and fondness in their eyes. It's perfect for them. Thank you so much again Aud, your art is wonderful. You can commission this fantastic artist here.

If you are a reader of my fanfiction, you may recognise Avona. She was my first Star Wars OC, and features briefly in my Darth Maul x Reader fic By The Light Of The Second Moon. I couldn't let her go once her part in that story was complete, and now she has her own story that I'm slowly working on, which explores the restraints and dynamics of young wlw relationships in religious and educational institutions.

Here is a little snippet of that piece, which I think fits this post quite well:

The Cosmic Light

Avona was a celestial object in orbit. She was a planet endlessly circling around her star, and by the laws of physics and life itself, was never able to collide with the centre of her galaxy.

Never able to touch her.

She could vividly recall the days before the orbit, before the pair were wrenched into an infinite dance by the powers of the universe: the short wonder of their shared girlhood. As younglings, Avona Teller and Shaak Ti would hold hands, play games and tell stories of the stars side by side. As they grew into Padawans they would spar, grapple, wrestle. Assisting one another in their tasks and assignments, helping each other with the skills that each of them struggled with. They would traverse the vast corridors of their elegant and ancient temple home side by side. They shared their hopes, dreams, worries and struggles. The sounds of despair, laughter, frustration, and joy would echo frequently in their chambers.

When they blossomed into young adulthood, the two young women found themselves drawn together in a much more intimate sense. They attempted to confront and withstand their physical needs, but were ultimately unable to resist their desires. They explored their bodies until they were experts in every inch of each other. They spent every waking and restful moment together, eating, meditating, studying. Avona knew Shaak Ti's hands as she knew her own, knew her breaths as though they were exhaled from her own lungs. She knew before she spoke the words that would fall from her soft, pale lips. She knew her in the Force, felt each shimmering spark of her lifeforce, each hue of the richness of her colours.

But then came the trials, the oath of the Jedi and the vow to the Republic. To serve as a Jedi Knight is to live a life of neutrality and peacekeeping, an existence void of attachment. A life that did not align with what they had found in each other. In knighthood, they made a sacred promise to the Force, but also to themselves. In ascending the ranks of the Jedi Order, they would forsake their connection and would sacrifice the bliss that they had found in one another's arms.

The evening before the ancient ritual, the two young women swore never again to you connect skin to skin. For the power of their touch was much too great to bear. The sweet warmth between them was a risk for their future paths. Now that they were to be knighted, and wholly dedicated to the Force and to the Republic, their attachment had to be severed.

And so, the orbit began.

Tagging incase of interest (feel free to ignore): @stardustbee @kimageddon @elledjarin @seriowan @the-chains-are-the-easy-part @sinisterexaggerator @gen-has-green-vibes @justalittletomato @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @herbalinz-of-yesteryear @frogunderarock @dukeoftheblackstar @pumpkinmischief

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bonewreath · 4 months

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𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 | 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

description: you’ve been getting closer to ellie lately and, unbeknownst to you, your blossoming crush is entirely reciprocated. cue your first smoke sesh together… and a little something more, too. [modern au, ellie and reader are both over 18]

warnings: weed use, oral sex, fingering. this fic is 18+, minors do not interact.

author’s note: my first ellie fic and my first fic on this blog! pls be nice :) let me know what you think <3

The first few times you hung out with Ellie, she’d offered you a joint. It’s no secret that Ellie’s the town’s top dealer, a welcome sight at rowdy house parties, her backpack stuffed with ziplock bags of the best bud around. You’d tried weed before, had taken a puff or two from poorly-rolled blunts here and there, but you’d never particularly enjoyed it. Mostly, you’d just coughed up a lung and felt nothing but a vague lightheadedness. So when Ellie rolled up a joint the first time you’d come over to her place, offering you a drag after she’d sparked up, you’d politely declined.

Ellie had arched a brow. “You mind if I smoke? Shit - I can put it out.”

Before you’d had the chance to respond, she was already reaching for the ashtray on her nightstand, ceramic and painted to resemble an eight-ball.

“No, no, it’s fine,” you interjected, reaching out and touching her wrist almost involuntarily. You pushed down the flurry of butterflies that erupted in your stomach at the contact. God, you had to be touch-starved or something. Since when did touching someone’s arm make your heart skip a beat?

Ellie looked at you with a guarded kind of suspicion, like she didn’t believe that you were fine with her smoking. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” you said, lips curling into an encouraging smile. “I don’t mind weed, it just doesn’t do anything for me.”

“Huh.” Ellie nodded. She lifted the joint to her lips again and you glanced away, chest tightening from the sight of her lips pursing.

“If you ever wanna try again,” she paused to exhale a plume of smoke, intentionally avoiding your direction, “let me know. Not to, like, toot my own horn or anything, but I’ve never had someone try my weed and not like it.”

You let out an easy laugh. “Okay, we’ll have to see about that.”

Ellie was smiling at you, those green eyes twinkling like so many stars. “No pressure.”

That was months ago, when the summer heat still blazed from sunrise to sunset. It’s mid-winter now, the chill nipping at your cheeks and the end of your nose. To your agony, it hasn’t gotten any easier to breathe when you touch Ellie - when she greets you with a hug and a smile at her front door, you feel like you’re paralyzed with want. And Ellie’s probably none the wiser, of course. You wonder if she’s ever noticed the way your breath hitches when she stretches out on the couch beside you, leaning her head on your shoulder while some tacky eighties film lights up the television screen. You figure she’s oblivious - she’s just being friendly. She probably doesn’t even know you like girls, anyway. Plus, she doesn’t shy away from talking about the girls she’s been with before. You’ve spent more than a few nights seething with jealousy as she recounted her latest hookup, schooling your expression into one of disinterest or even mild enthusiasm.

It’s been a while since she’s talked like that, luckily. You’re grateful you don’t have to feign excitement about Ellie’s latest conquests anymore.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Ellie interrupts your internal monologue, hands still working at the joint in her lap. She’s got a pile of ground-up weed on a rolling tray, sprinkling it into the perfectly-rolled cone like it’s muscle memory. It probably is.

“Nothing,” you blurt, cheeks warming. “Sorry, just zoned out for a second.”

“Oh, bullshit,” Ellie quips, rolling her eyes despite the smile playing at her lips. “What, you can’t tell me? I thought we were friends, cherry.”

You flush anew at the nickname. She’d picked it out for you after you’d scarfed down an entire jar of maraschino cherries one night, after Ellie had bought them for ice cream sundaes. You’d never live that down… But you’re not sure you want to, because every time the nickname leaves Ellie’s lips, you feel like you’re glowing bright red with admiration.

“We are friends!” You nudge Ellie’s shoulder with yours, rolling your eyes with that same playfulness she’d expressed. “Sorry, it’s just - it’s embarrassing.”

Ellie narrows her eyes. It’s like you can see the cogs turning in her head. “Embarrassing? What, you got a crush on some guy or something?”

You open your mouth to respond, but before you can, she’s prattling on again. “Y’know, just ‘cause I’m gay doesn’t mean you can’t talk to me about your crushes. Swear I won’t be weird about it.”

Oh god.

“It’s not - I’m not…” You sigh, gaze lowering to your lap, where you’re fiddling with your hands. Should you tell her? You should probably tell her.

“I like girls, you know.”

It’s quiet for so long that you need to look up at Ellie to make sure she’s still there, still listening. And she is; her eyes are glued to you, wide in disbelief.

“What?” You feel like a bug under a microscope with her looking at you like that. “Is it that hard to believe?”

Ellie shakes her head emphatically. “No, no - it’s not. I just didn’t expect that.”

She turns away to finish rolling the joint, twisting the very end of the paper until it forms a little point. “Guess you’re just full of surprises, huh, cherry?”

You bite your lip to stifle a smile, but Ellie sees it anyway.

“So who’s the lucky girl?” She asks, rummaging through her pocket until she finds her lighter. You watch Ellie spark the joint, the twisted end catching fire until the cherry starts to glow. Ellie takes a few puffs and the scent of smoke tickles your nose.

“I’d prefer not to say,” you tell her, chewing on the inside of your lip. Your nerves are off the wall; you’re so anxious that the joint in Ellie’s slender fingers is suddenly tempting.

Ellie scoffs. “Boring.”

She looks up at you as she flicks ash off the end of the joint, and when she notices you eyeing it, her brows lift.

“Want some? Will that make you spill?”

You huff a nervous laugh, toying with the ends of your hair. “No… I don’t know. Maybe?”

Ellie whoops, her free hand curling into a fist of victory. “Fuck yeah. Here, take it.”

She offers you the joint and you take it, but not without a moment or two of hesitation. You will the anxiety away with the thought that you probably won’t feel anything. Ellie watches as you bring the joint to your lips and inhale, praying you won’t cough and make a fool of yourself. Especially not with Ellie watching so intently.

By the grace of some kind of divine being, you don’t cough. Your throat tickles, and you feel emboldened to take one more hit, letting the smoke fill your lungs. You imagine your body relaxing, the knot in your stomach unwinding. You hand the joint back to Ellie and she takes a puff of her own, her lips curled into the faintest little smirk.

“So…” Ellie trails off expectantly.

“God, you’re persistent,” you groan. She just peers at you knowingly from behind a veil of smoke.

“There’s not much to tell,” you say. “I’ve had a crush on this girl for a while now, but I don’t think she feels the same.”

“Have you asked her?” Ellie prompts, flicking ash off the joint.

You shake your head. “No way.”

“Then,” Ellie pauses to take another hit, “how do you know she doesn’t feel the same?”

You should be feeling anxious with her drilling you like this - you know you should. Usually, you’d be retreating into yourself with every prodding question Ellie asks. But all you feel now is yearning; there’s an ache in your chest that only she can remedy. And, clearly, Ellie’s clueless about it.

You don’t want her to be clueless, you realize.

The words leave your lips before you can think better of them. “Do you, Ellie?”

Her brows knit together, forming a crease that you’ve memorized by now - like every other freckle and wrinkle on her face. “Huh? Do I what?”

You reach for the joint and she yields it without question.

“Do you feel the same about me?”

The weed has certainly helped with your nerves, you think, watching Ellie’s expression shift from confusion to realization. Her plush lips part, but all that comes out is a series of stammers and false sentence starts: “I—you—what?”

Fuck it, you think. You stretch out to reach the nightstand beside Ellie’s bed, leaving the joint in one of the ashtray’s notches. A steady stream of smoke ribbons upward from the fading cherry.

“Ellie,” you start, settling back into your place on the rug. You look at her to find her already staring at you, blinking. “It’s you. I have a crush on you. It’s been—”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Ellie interjects, voice softer than you’d expected.

You blink. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, I guess. And you always talked about other girls, so I thought you just… Weren’t interested.”

“Cherry.” Ellie sits up on her knees so she can get closer to you, the sleeves of her oversized flannel slipping down to her forearms as she reaches out and grabs your face. Her touch is gentle but firm, insistent. You can feel the callouses on her fingers against your skin, her thumbs brushing up against your cheekbones, and the air is suddenly so thin you can hardly inhale.

“I have… I’ve had feelings for you for so long. So fucking long, cherry.” Ellie’s gaze is intense, eyes boring into you. You feel exposed, raw, alive with something electric.

You stare right back at her, frozen in her grasp.

“But you were always talking about other girls,” you say. Doubt lingers in the back of your head; this is too good to be true. Right?

“I know, fuck, I’m sorry,” Ellie sighs. “I thought you weren’t interested in me. Thought it was hopeless, y’know? My perfect best friend having feelings for me? Unreal.”

One of Ellie’s hands smooths over your hair; it’s something she’s done plenty of times before, but it feels different now. More intimate, with your shared confessions between you.

“Wanna know something?” Ellie asks then plows on, not really waiting for an answer, “I stopped hooking up with other girls a while ago. I just… Couldn’t.”

You nod in understanding. Your eyelids feel heavy all of the sudden, each blink heavier than the last.

“They weren’t you,” Ellie adds.

They weren’t you, her words echo in your mind.

“Ellie,” you breathe. Her face is impossibly close; you can pick out every detail of her face. Each pore, each freckle, each fleck of brown in her green eyes. You can smell the weed smoke on her breath.

“Cherry,” she responds, voice hushed just as low as yours. “Cherry. Can I kiss you?”

“God, yes,” you practically whine.

When Ellie kisses you for the first time, she tastes like relief.

Her lips are soft and insistent against yours, the pad of her thumb warm against your cheek as you lean in closer to kiss her back. It’s like time has gone still; the hum of the speaker on Ellie’s dresser fades away, as does the sound of the winter winds hissing and whooshing against the window. All you know is Ellie: her hand slipping down the length of your back to grab your hip, her mouth hot and needy against yours. It’s a desperate sort of kiss, one that you’d both been yearning for, and months of pining drain from your mouth to hers, then back again.

You’re not sure if you’d been kissing for seconds or hours when Ellie finally breaks away, gasping.

“Fuck,” she whispers. The tip of her nose brushes against your cheek, then your nose. “We should stop, before I…”

She trails off but you know exactly what she’d left unsaid. And your stomach flips in response; the mere thought of what else Ellie might do with her mouth has your cunt throbbing.

Ellie’s hand leaves your hip and it’s like she’s left a burn there - one shaped like her touch, a scathing outline on your skin.

“I don’t want to stop,” you find the courage to admit.

You’re not sure who makes the first move this time - only that you’re kissing again, swallowing Ellie’s pleased moans as your tongue prods between her lips. You gasp and pant into each other’s mouths, hands roaming on newly discovered skin; Ellie’s hands slip beneath your tee, her palms hot against your abdomen, your hips, your lower back. When her fingers find the clasp of your bra and unfasten it, you practically shiver with anticipation, back arching into her touch.

“Whoa there,” Ellie laughs, nudging her nose against yours. You go in for another kiss, annoyed that she’d stopped, but she pulls back. “You’re sure you want this, cherry?”

“Please,” you say, taking advantage of the moment to pull your shirt over your head and set it aside. You toss your bra into the growing pile, turning back to Ellie to find her gaping at you.

“Christ,” she says, licking her lips, “you’re fucking perfect.”

She gives you one last heated kiss before her mouth moves to your jawline, then the column of your neck, where she leaves a trail of wet kisses. She sucks on a spot right on the crook of your neck, just shy of leaving a hickey, and your toes fucking curl.

Ellie only gives a low hum of approval at your reaction before she’s moving lower, lower. Her kisses cover your breasts, every inch of skin worshipped by her lips until she finally takes a peaked nipple into her mouth. You feel her tongue swirl against the sensitive bud and you nearly cry from the pleasure, one hand flying up to knot into her hair and tug.

Her gaze moves up to meet yours, and your cunt tightens again at the look of unbridled desire in her eyes - her lids are heavy, too, but you can’t tell if it’s from the weed or sheer lust. Maybe both, you’re not sure, but you don’t have much time to consider it before Ellie’s moving to your other nipple, tongue laving against the taut flesh before she closes her mouth around it and sucks. A ragged moan tears from your throat and you tense, tugging again at the locks of Ellie’s hair in your fist.

She leaves your nipples flushed and sensitive, shining with saliva, and you’re suddenly very aware of the layers of clothes separating you from her. Separating the wetness of your cunt from hers, the bony curve of her hips from your needy mouth. You need those layers gone.

“Ellie,” you whine, pulling at the collar of her flannel.

“Shh, I know,” she coos, voice dripping with syrupy sweet lust. “Why don’t you get on the bed for me, hm?”

You nod and oblige, but not without stopping to slip out of your jeans. You leave your panties on because, well, they’re cute. A white lace thong with a tiny, silky pink bow just below your navel - Ellie’s eyes linger there as she stands at the edge of the bed, unbuckling her belt and stepping out of her cargos. You can feel the wet patch on your panties as you press your thighs together and watch her undress. She’s always been on the thinner side, but as she slides off her flannel and pulls her sports bra over her head, you realize that she’s much more toned than you’d imagined. Her arms flex with each movement and her abdomen is clearly taut with muscle; every inch of new skin she reveals only adds to the agonizing desire churning in your stomach.

Luckily, she seems just as eager as you are. She’s still in a pair of oversized plaid boxers when she grabs hold of your hips and yanks you toward the edge of the bed, pulling your knees apart so she can see what’s between them.

“Look at you,” she says, eyes wide at the sight of your soaked panties. “I didn’t realize you were so needy, cherry. Should’ve let me take care of you sooner.”

Her words send another gush of arousal flooding from your cunt, your stomach twisting. “‘M sorry, Ellie.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she says, lowering herself onto her knees before you. Her fingers hook beneath the lace of your panties to pull them down, leaving them in a crumpled heap on the rug.

Her face sinks between your legs, and the first stroke of her tongue against your folds makes you shiver with relief.

“Oh my god,” you gasp. Ellie moans against your pussy, tongue splitting through your folds, spreading your wetness with every swipe and lick. Your back arches involuntarily, your toes curling in sheer pleasure.

She laps at your cunt like a woman starving, hot tongue drawing circles around your puffy clit. It’s maddening, the way she knows exactly what you need, speeding up and slowing down in accordance with your moans and sighs and whimpers. You’ve never felt so close so quickly, but you don’t want it to stop - her mouth is magic between your legs, and as you hurtle towards your orgasm, she slips a finger into your clenching hole. You nearly scream.

“Ellie,” you moan shakily, your thighs tightening on both sides of her head. “Ellie, I’m gonna…”

She just moans again, mouth working at your clit while her finger sinks in and out of your cunt. She adds another not long after and it’s hardly a stretch with how wet you are. You’re trembling with every stroke of her tongue against your clit, and soon enough, you feel yourself slipping off the edge into oblivion. Your orgasm tears through you like never before, hot and electric, every muscle tensing as Ellie finger-fucks you through every wave of pleasure. Eventually, you push the heel of your hand against her forehead, too overstimulated for her to keep sucking at your too-sensitive clit. She pulls back and sits on her heels, fingers leaving the tight grip of your cunt as she wipes her mouth with her other hand. Your slick covers her from the nose down, the shining evidence of how good she’d made you feel.

“So fucking pretty when you come,” Ellie tells you, standing up and lifting a knee onto the bed beside you. Her hair is a mess, you’d made sure of it, but she doesn’t seem to notice or care.

“Think you’ve got a few more for me?” She smiles at you, wolfish and wicked, and her hand moves to grope at one of your tits.

“Mm,” you hum, reaching out for her. “Only if you have a few for me.”

When she’s close enough, you slip your hand between Ellie’s legs, your fingers brushing through sparse curls to find the heat of her folds. She’s soaked, you realize with self-satisfaction, your tongue swiping over your lower lip.

This will be fun.

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tellme-o-muse · 6 months

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So before jesus died for our sins, everyone of the past would have likely sinned once in their lives and therefore went to hell. I’m thinking… Did Eve, mother of all generations, become a servant for Satan? The serpent at the garden who prompted her towards knowledge and understanding granted it to her. Now if I were Eve and had been cursed out for craving knowledge and power, I would certainly assist Satan against the god who cursed me with agonising childbirth amongst other things. This is a random but pleasant pondering to me 🤔

#blasphemy #my ramblings are rambling today #lesbian fic #wlw fiction #eve was a lesbian #The devil is a lesbian #Satan is a lesbian #eve x the devil #my tales of christianity #satanism #satanist #Check the reblofs

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elliesmainhoe · 1 year

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PLAYER TWO

Streamer!Ellie X fem!Reader

Summary: Ellie's introduces you to her stream

(Set early in their relationship and when Ellie's channel was still small 💙)

Contents: fluff, swearing/cursing, body shaming a cat lmao, sitting on Ellie's lap, kisses, references to social anxiety.

Part 2 - Part3

My Masterlist

It had been 6 hours since Ellie had disappeared into the abyss you called your guest bedroom and now Ellie's newly turned office. Her rooms grey walls were plastered in posters of a various games and bands she liked. LED lights ran around the ceiling, usually on the blue setting, sending the hue beaming out through the crack underneath the white paneled door.

Your small ginger cat was scratching irritably at her offices door. "Garfield stop it," you hissed at him, giggling at the ridiculous name Ellie chosen out for your chunky British shorthair.

"Garfield, I'm serious" you hushed at the creature, picking up the skittish chonk from Ellie's door. Garfield let out a loud, dramatic 'Yowww' throwing his head back. you sighed "You really want Ellie cuddles right now huh"

"meow"

"yeah, me too..." You looked at the beautifully majestic ginger chunk of a cat and sighed in pity for yourself. "Fine go in then..." You whispered at him, grabbing the brass handle and slowly nudging the wooden door ajar, letting Garfield scutter in enthusiastically, before shutting the door again.

Ellie was caught off guard as a fuzzy orange thing flung itself onto her lap, making her hands stop button smashing her keyboard angrily.

"Oh hey Garf"

User: Omg he's so cute 😭🥲

User1: Give me the baby. Now.

User2: Bro how did he get in here, didn't Ellie shut her door?

User3: Garf? As in garfield?

Ellie's hands grasped the cat turning him in a Simba like fashion towards the camera.

"This is Garfield, if you couldn't tell he has a super power to walk through walls" she joked, obviously realising that her chat was curious about how he got into the enclosed office.

User 4: He's fat

"Do not talk to my child that way." She snapped sarcastically, covering his ears with her palms "he's plump." She corrected before letting out a breathy laugh.

The cat began purring incredibly loudly, now laying across her keyboard vibrating the desk with every exhale of breath.

She picked up her phone discreetly, texting you a quick.

Ells: Gonna have to gaslight my chat into thinking our cat can phase through walls now.

Ells: Oh the things I do for you

You: He was being so annoying thoughhh

Ells: Garf is never annoying, he is perfect in everyway. You're just in denial.

You :🙄

User5: nah but how did it get in

User6: Ghostcat?!?!?

"Yes this is my ghost cat, it seems like he's going to chill with us for a bit.... Aren't you baby~?" she cooes at the purring creature scratching underneath his chin.

Just outside the closed office door, you were pacing back and forth. Shit... Why the fuck did you let the cat in her room, that was the stupidest shit you've ever done. Now everyone was going to know Ellie lived with someone. Then maybe they'll investigate, because some of her fans might be nutjobs. What if they dig something embarrassing up of you?!?

"shit, shit ,shit, shit, idiot, idiot, fucking idiot." Damn you and you're soft heart when it comes to cats.

"Y/N. Just forget it happened, go to bed sleep it off, yeah let's just... Sleep it off..." You mutter to yourself, sulking off to bed in defeat.

•••••

"Hey... Hey baby... Wake upppppp~~" she whines squishing your cheeks with her hand, stirring from your slumber. "Hmm hi Ells..."

At the confirmation you were awake she started peppering your face with kisses. "I made you coffee, I tried to make pancakes but I uh burnt them, so ughh toast?!" She smiles suspiciously giddy.

"oh thank you baby," you murmur back, slowly sitting up, back against the bed's backboard and begining to sip your coffee.

"I don't know how you can stomach that liquid, it tastes like shit."

"It is gross, but I can't physically function without it" you looked over at her, she was showing you puppy eyes. Suspicious.

"What did you do ells...?" You sighed

"Last night I may or may not have accidentally let it slip that uhh, I had a uh girlfriend." She stammered, smiling sheepishly at you " And I was wondering and you can obviously say no!! Like no pressure at all, but I was wondering if you feel ready yet to be introduced by my stream" she rushed out words practically incoherent, and if you didn't know her so we'll you wouldn't have been able to understand.

"you can even bring Garfield with you for emotional support!" She chirped happily.

"I don't know baby... I don't know if they'll like me, all my friends know me for being awkward on camera."

"Listen to me right now. You are the most amazing, beautiful, funny, charismatic and smartest girlfriend, person and mother to our fur baby to ever exist. If they don't absolutely love you then they're blind and have no taste. But they will absolutely love you! Because I love you!" She says enthusiastically, a stupid smile spread on her face as she wraps her arms around you, placing sloppy kisses onto your cheek.

"Pfft" you say, her enthusiasm and happiness seeping from her into yours "okay, I can do that...I think" "You will!!! You'll do amazing!" She squeals "I'm so excited!"

"Gosh, your like a puppy Ells" you chuckle, petting and playing with her hair. She let out a quiet 'hmph' as she nuzzled into your neck happily.

•••••

It was 6:55pm, Ellie had started her stream, the words 'STARTING SOON' sprawled across the monitor, blocking out the view of the viewers, It was unnerving, siting Infront of a camera, and one push of a button hundreds of people would see you. Ellie was sat next to you, swiveling on the dark blue gaming chair absentmindedly.

"y'know baby, you don't have to be so rigid, or quiet, they can't see or hear you yet."

"I can't do it Ells..." You mumbled out. "Hey babe, you absolutely can." she reassured you grabbing your hand, and squeezing it slightly. "How about this. You sit on the couch, out of view with Garfield, and once I've done the intro you can come say hi. Hows that sound?" She asked softly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

Nodding in conformation you shuffled out of view for the camera sitting next to your curled up cat, petting him as he purred loudly, pushing up against your palm. You tapped your phone screen, it lit up revealing the photo of you and Ellie in a photo booth on your first date to an arcade.

Infront of your smiling faces, the time was shown.

06:59:55

06:59:56

06:59:57

06:59:58

06:59:59

07:00:00

"Hey guysssss!"

It took ten minutes for Ellie to finish the introduction, answering questions, thanking donators and talking to moderators.

"Right so, before we start I have a suprise for you guys" she spoke happily, eyes flicking towards you expectantly. You picked up Garfield, your heart immediately slowed and cradled him like a baby in your arms as you entered the frame.

Ellie had moved the extra chair from the frame, trying to keep the suprise as unexpected as she could for her chat. You stood somewhat awkwardly for a second or two saying a quick "hi" to the camera, you looked at Ellie eyes slightly wide with nerves.

She pats her thigh, gesturing you to sit down. "This chat, is my girlfriend"

User7: I ❤️ lesbians

User8: Ugh I'm jealous.

User9: Is Ur gf single?

User10: forget Ellie I want her gf 🤤

Your eyes everted the chat, trying to focus solely on your cat and to not read the comments, when a robotic voice, you recognized as a donators announcement, caught you off guard.

User11 donated $25 'Bro she's so pretty.'

"Oh um thanks *user11*" you hummed. "Told you they would like you" Ellie said, smirking in content.

"shut up."

"never."

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Here you go!!! I finally finished it. It's not great but it's done!

Part Two

Streamer!Ellie Headcanons

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Dominate You (NSFW)

A/N: This fic is related to chapter 13 of Pushing Towards You Series.

Warnings: Dom!Larissa x Sub!Calista; Smut; Cufflinks; Blindfolds; Orgasm Denial; Anal Plug; Double Penetration; Shapeshifting; Dominance; Orgasm Denial; Cunnilingus; Fingerfucking; Aftercare.

Calista has never been to Larissa's private quarters at Nevermore. Usually, the two spent their nights at Calista's apartment since Calista avoided a meeting with Artemis and Gaia if she slept at school. The room was a tiny one-room apartment; the only thing missing was the kitchen, which Calista imagined Larissa used at school.

A large arched window lighted the room. Calista noticed that there was a window seat directly below. The sight brought a smile from Calista as she imagined Larissa sitting there, reading a book on calmer days. Next to the window, on one of the walls, there was a shelf with several books, and right in front, a small table with two chairs and a floor lamp. Calista imagined that there would be a mini library for Larissa where she would read, study, or even eat her meals.

Next to the bookcase, there was a fireplace with a television, two armchairs, a sofa, and a coffee table. Clearly, Larissa made this arrangement to indicate that this would be her living room. On the opposite wall, next to the window, was a door. Calista imagined it would be the bathroom but needed to check if her bet was correct. She would have time to verify it later. Next to that door was a dressing table, where Larissa spent the first few hours of the day putting on makeup and working on her hairstyle.

On the wall, opposite the window, and next to the bedroom's entrance door, there was a large double door where Larissa's closet would be. But Calista needed more curiosity to open it. Larissa's bed was in the middle of the room: a four-poster bed and a nightstand on each side. The bed was big enough to accommodate four Larissas lying down comfortably. The magnitude of the piece of furniture caught Calista’s attention.

There were two pieces of rope hanging over the bed. Initially, Calista thought they were to close the curtains. But, paying a little more attention to the scene, she noticed that the ropes hung on half of the bed and handcuffs at their ends. Calista felt heat rise to her face as she realized what Larissa had planned for their night.

When Larissa entered, Calista was in the center of the room, looking at the bed with the box in her hand. Bringing a bottle of her favorite wine and two glasses, Larissa lingered momentarily at the door to admire the scene. After so many years apart, she had given up sharing that room with Calista. Larissa closed the door with a soft thud, not to startle Calista and still bring her back from her thoughts. Calista moved slightly as if telling Larissa that she knew of her presence, giving Larissa a chance to approach and place a kiss on her neck gently.

"Everything okay? I hope I didn't scare you." Larissa moved her gaze from Calista to the ropes in the middle of the bed. Larissa could feel the stiffness in Calista's body. "Come sit with me, my darling." Gently, she intertwined her fingers with Calista's and pulled her toward the couch.

The two sat on the sofa, facing each other, and Larissa served the wines, passing one of the glasses to an anxious Calista. For a moment, the two were silent.

"Tell me, what's going on in your mind, my love?" Larissa took Calista's fingers to her mouth and kissed them.

"I've never done this before," Calista confessed, looking away from Larissa. Despite accepting, Calista didn't know if he could meet Larissa's expectations, which made her uneasy.

"Don't worry about it, my love. We'll start slowly, and whenever you want, we'll stop." Larissa placed her index finger under Calista's chin and lightly pulled her head until her eyes met. "You will let me dominate you, but ultimately, the control will be all yours." With that, a smile slowly formed on Calista's face, and Larissa came forward to kiss and reassure her.

"I just want to meet your expectations and make you feel good. I love you, Riss." Calista said, opening her heart to Larissa and exposing her insecurities.

"I love you so much, Lis. Being here with me already exceeds my expectation of having you back." Larissa spoke with her eyes fixed on Calista, cupping her face with both hands. "If you're not ready, we can just lay down and cuddle."

It was clear to Calista that Larissa wanted this. But she knew she wouldn't be forced to do anything, ever. And the ease with which Larissa gave up this moment of pleasure, to the detriment of Calista's well-being, lit a fire inside her chest. In one quick movement, Calista climbed onto Larissa's lap, positioned the legs on either side of her thighs, and kissed her deeply. Larissa was taken aback, but she returned the kiss willingly, and with her hands on Calista's back, she brought their bodies closer.

"Take me to bed, Riss." Calista moaned between Larissa's lips.

"In a few moments, my love. First, we need to adjust some things." Reluctantly, Larissa pulled Calista away a little to look her in the eyes. Calista pouted, and Larissa laughed. "We need to talk about safe words." At that, Calista straightened up and paid attention to Larissa. "Everything I intend to do, I will tell you. I will always ask how you are feeling. You will say green if you feel good, and I can continue. Yellow, if you want me to slow down. Red, if you want me to stop. I don't need any justification; if you say red, I'll stop immediately. Did you understand?" Calista nodded in understanding. "And I'm going to need you to express yourself verbally, always." Larissa looked at her expectantly.

Calista wrapped her arms around Larissa's neck and placed her mouth close to her ear. She said in a low, sighing voice, "I understood, mistress." Larissa gasped, grabbed Calista by her ass, and lifted her onto her lap, taking her to the bed. In front of the bed, Larissa placed Calista on the floor and sat on the edge of the mattress.

"Take off your clothes for your mistress, like the good girl you are." Larissa propped herself up on her elbows as she watched Calista in front of her.

Calista began unbuttoning her shirt, keeping her gaze fixed on Larissa. As the shirt opened, Calista's bra and torso became exposed; Larissa tilted her head and let her jaw drop, mesmerized. Calista dropped her shirt on the floor before she could undo the button on her pants. At that moment, Larissa raised her index finger and spun around, asking Calista to turn her back to take off her pants, as happened in the hotel room in Burlington. Calista hummed with a smile on the corner of her mouth and complied.

Repeating what she did previously, Calista lowered her pants, sticking her butt towards Larissa. This time, she didn't take off her panties. Larissa looked at Calista as she leaned over. Calista's panties didn't cover her entire cheeks, leaving much of it exposed and going through the slit.

"Come here, let me take off your underwear." Calista heard Larissa say in a firm but soft voice. Larissa's blue eyes darkened at Calista's image. Desire was written all over her face as she reached out to Calista, guiding her between her legs. Larissa pecked Calista's breasts that protruded from her bra with her moistened lips and smoothed her back, slowly moving her hand up until she found the clasp.

When the bra fell to the floor, Calista's breasts were so close to Larissa's mouth that she shivered when feeling the hot breath. Larissa placed her palms on either side of Calista's breasts and brought them together in the center of her chest, running her tongue over both nipples at the same time. Calista's moans and sighs were low while Larissa bit and sucked her bosoms. Calista made Larissa groan softly, placing her hands on the back of Larissa's head and intertwining the fingers through her hair. Larissa turned their bodies, and Calista now found herself lying on the mattress, with her legs off the bed and Larissa in the middle of them.

There was no teasing this time. Larissa knelt in front of Calista, removing her panties as she bent down and placed her legs on each shoulder. Larissa took the mouth straight to Calista's clit, sucking lightly and making her moan loudly and squirm. Larissa's tongue ran all over Calista's pussy, lingering a little longer in her little hole. "Delicious!" Larissa praised softly, making Calista's bud flutter.

Calista began to feel a hot sensation in her lower abdomen, and her muscles began to tense. “Oh, Mistress, this is so good. I wanna cum. May I?” Calista didn't know if she could handle it if Larissa denied her request. But confirmation soon came. "Cum for me, my beautiful girl." Calista listened before feeling another suck on her clit. Arching her body, Calista came, moaning loudly and grabbing the bed sheet.

Larissa climbed the bed towards Calista and kissed her softly, waiting for her to return from her peak. "How are you feeling, my darling?" Larissa whispered in Calista's ear while stroking her hair.

"Light. Like I could levitate." Calista said with a smile on her face and eyes closed.

"Good. Let's move on." Larissa knelt on the bed in front of the ropes and offered Calista her hand so she could do the same. "I want you to get on your knees while I handcuff you with your arms up. Color?" Larissa kept her gaze fixed on Calista to catch any sign of discomfort.

Calista's eyes went from Larissa to the handcuffs. Calista felt a light tickle at her core. With her eyes back on Larissa, Calista smiled. "Green, Mistress."

Larissa smirked and placed a light kiss on Calista's lips. "Sit on the bed, under the handcuffs, and raise your arms for me, my dear."

Calista obeyed promptly. The handcuffs were padded. Larissa chose not to leave marks on Calista's wrist the next day. Sitting on the bed, Calista's arms were almost entirely stretched out, but it wasn't uncomfortable. After handcuffing Calista, Larissa positioned herself on her back and wrapped one of the arms around her torso, pulling her up and making her land on her knees.

The new position allowed Calista to lower her shoulders more comfortably. Larissa got out of bed and undressed, looking Calista in the eyes. Calista lightly bit her lips, smiling. There, naked, on her knees, and handcuffed to the bed, Calista felt exposed and desired at the same time. The tickling sensation once again appeared in her slit, and she made to close her legs, seeking some relief. Larissa noticed the movement. "My girl is squirming. Are you feeling any pain?" A mischievous smile crossed Larissa's smile. Calista groaned and shook her head. "Words, my love. Use your words." Larissa commanded, pursing her lips.

"I'm feeling fine, Mistress, thank you." Calista whimpered.

Leaving Calista's sight, Larissa went to the sofa and returned with the toy box in her hands. Calista felt a slight tug of anticipation in her center as she saw the package being uncapped. From inside, Larissa removed a blindfold and showed it to Calista.

"I want to blindfold you. But if I do, you can no longer anticipate my movements. My voice and my touch will guide you. Color?" Larissa waited anxiously. She also felt ticklish between her legs.

"Green, mistress, please." Calista blushed, and the tickles turned into small shocks running through her clit.

"Good," Larissa said, smiling and climbing onto the bed towards Calista.

Kneeling behind Calista, Larissa smoothed her back and thighs, grabbing her cheeks and separating them slightly. Calista moaned, throwing her head back and finding Larissa's chest for support. Larissa kissed and nibbled Calista's shoulders while the hands ran down her stomach and up towards her breasts. The chains that held her were the last things Calista saw before Larissa blindfolded her. In the darkness, Calista's other senses heightened, and now she heard Larissa moaning softly and felt Larissa's breasts press against her back.

Calista leaned against Larissa's and felt her hands running over her body. Larissa lowered one of her hands and lightly caressed Calista's swollen clit. With circular movements, Larissa gently pressed Calista's bean while the other hand closed lightly around Calista's neck, giving it a light squeeze. "Color?" Larissa asked in a hoarse voice.

Calista felt the pressure on her neck and the shock on her button. The feeling was ecstatic, and she almost missed Larissa's question. "Green, Mistress." She managed to say, hearing Larissa moan in her ear and feeling wet kisses on her neck.

Larissa placed kisses and bites on Calista's neck, being careful not to leave any marks on her. Her hand continued to apply light pressure to Calista's throat, nothing more than what was allowed. In Calista's pussy, Larissa's hand was now stroking her entrance, lightly inserting and removing the tip of her finger, teasing. Calista felt her second orgasm building and wondered if she would have to beg again.

"Cum again for me, babe." The answer came from Larissa herself as if she had read Calista's thoughts.

Larissa felt her cum approaching, but it wasn't time to release her yet. When Calista returned from ecstasy, Larissa gently got out of bed towards the box and took a deep breath. Larissa felt a slight pain in her clit as she denied her orgasm.

Calista felt the mattress move in the dark as Larissa left the bed. Calista's body was even more relaxed, and, sitting on her knees, Calista felt her legs shaking after the second orgasm. The mattress moved again, and Calista felt Larissa's body approach behind her.

"That's a butt plug," Larissa said in Calista's ear as she spread her cheeks and rubbed her arse with the toy. "I want to insert it into you and leave it there while I eat your pussy. Give me a color, pretty girl."

Calista remembered the last time they played with her butt. Calista enjoyed it, but it was Larissa's finger, not a plug. She tried to remember the size and shape of the plug when she rummaged through the box, but her mind was already too clouded to remember. Her mind was restless, but her body was asking for the experience. She remembered the safe words and knew she could ask to stop at any time.

"Green, Mistress." She replied after pondering.

Larissa noticed the moment of hesitation. "Let's go slowly; you'll give me the color."

Larissa lubricated the plug and positioned it at the entrance to Calista's hole. The cold sensation of the lubricant made Calista startle and let out a low moan. Slowly, Larissa inserted the plug. Calista felt a slight burning sensation and a stretch, hissing; she thrust her body forward and said, "Yellow."

Larissa stopped immediately. With the plug half inserted, she held it still firmly in place with one hand while the other hand slid down the front of Calista's body, stopping right at her clit. Larissa knew the feeling. Slowly, she rubbed and massaged Calista's bud, relaxing her body.

"That's it, my beauty. Just relax." Larissa whispered in Calista's ear while she massaged her clitoris. "Give me the next color when you feel ready."

Little by little, Calista adjusted to the plug, and Larissa's caresses helped her. She already felt that pressure and throbbing again. "Green, mistress," Calista said after a while.

This time, Larissa made light, circular movements, applying pressure to the plug as if screwing it. The other hand continued massaging Calista's pussy. Sometime later, the plug was fully inserted into Calista.

“Good girl. You’re taking it so good.” Larissa purred in Calista’s ear, leaving pecks on her neck.

Larissa effortlessly lifted Calista by the waist, placing herself beneath her between her legs. The plug moved inside Calista, making her moan and squirm, and she already felt her walls clenching around the void. Straddling Larissa's lap, Calista now felt a bulging press against her pussy and realized that Larissa had shifted.

"Do I need to ask for a color, my pretty girl?" Larissa whispered with her mouth on one of Calista's nipples and rubbed the tip of her dick at her entrance.

"Ohh...no, Mistress. But...Ohhh...It's green." Calista moved her hips towards Larissa's cock, feeling it slowly slide inside her. Larissa laughed softly and then gasped when she felt herself inside Calista.

Calista felt fulfilled entirely now. Larissa's dick pressed against the plug and increased Calista's arousal. Calista's next orgasm was approaching before she even started grinding; she already felt the twisting in her lower abdomen when Larissa's voice brought her back.

"You're only allowed to cum after me," Larissa whispered. "Now, be a good girl and start twerking." With her hands on Calista's waist, Larissa began the movement, dictating the rhythm.

Larissa felt the plug move inside Calista as she pounded her, massaging her cock. Having held back the first orgasm, Larissa felt the second being quickly built. Calista kept Larissa's words in her mind and held back the next approaching climax. She wanted to be a good girl, but her body was already showing signs that that wouldn't be possible. A flood of sensations washed over her body, with both holes filled, Calista writhed, and her walls clenched tightly around Larissa and the plug at the same time. She came screaming loudly, her head feeling cloudy and her ears muffled.

As the euphoria of cumming wore off, Calista remembered that Larissa hadn't cum yet and felt the rigidity of her Mistress's body beneath her. Without warning, Calista's body was lifted into the air, and Larissa came out from under her. Once again on her knees, Calista heard the sound of chains being released, allowing her to lower her arms completely despite still having her hands cuffed.

Larissa was silent as she moved around the room. Calista was still blindfolded and didn't know what was happening around her. Suddenly, she felt Larissa's hand on her back and another on her hip, applying pressure and bending her body forward. Calista now had her head resting on a pillow, and her ass was open and perky. She already anticipated what was coming and felt her inner walls tighten again.

"I thought you were my good girl. But you couldn't follow my orders." Larissa was now behind Calista, caressing her back and rubbing her crotch against her. Again, she had to hold back her orgasm, and the sensation of pain increased; she needed relief.

"Oh...sorry, Mistress. It was so delicious, I couldn't help myself. But I can be your good girl again." Calista moaned and slowly rocked her hips, looking for more of Larissa's touch on her already very sensitive sex.

"No apologies now, my baby girl." Larissa had a mischievous tone in her voice. Positioning the tip of her dick at Calista's free entrance, Larissa pushed inside. "Now, I will need to punish you for disobedience." She pounded Calista firmly. "But first, you'll make your mistress feel good."

Larissa moved her hips back and forth, watching her cock move in and out of Calista's pussy hole. Her hands gripped Calista's hips to hold it in place as she pushed her body against it with hard, fast thrusts. Larissa felt the pressure in her lower abdomen increase. Having been denied her orgasm twice, Larissa was desperate to unload herself inside Calista. A warm sensation began to rise in Larissa's chest, and she felt as if her insides were twisting.

"Give me a color." She commanded, almost shouting. Upon hearing "green" coming from a panting and overstimulated Calista, Larissa increased the speed of her hips, punching Calista's cervix hard. She didn't stop until she came, feeling the hot liquid coat the entire inner wall of Calista's pussy.

"Oh...mistress, may I cum?" Calista asked for permission this time, but she doubted she could hold back if Larissa refused.

“Cum for me, beautiful,” Larissa responded with a muffled voice returning from the sensation of post-cum stupor.

Calista peaked for the fourth time on the same night and in a short time. It was pleasurable, but her clit was so sensitive that it felt like it was being pinched. Larissa removed her cock from inside Calista and gently pulled her legs, making her lie on her stomach. Calista felt her hands being freed and the knot of the blindfold being undone.

She blinked a few times to get used to the light returning to her eyes. Still lying on her stomach with her arms above her head, Calista rolled onto her side until she was lying on her back and lowered her arms, relaxing her body and catching her breath. She still felt the plug inside her arse and wondered when Larissa would remove it. Larissa had gotten out of bed shortly after releasing Calista. She returned from the box with a new toy in her hands.

"Time for your punishment, my beautiful girl." She responded as she received a curious look from Calista.

"I thought that rough fucking was my punishment," Calista responded, feeling as if small electrical waves passed through her swollen clit.

"Oh...No. That was just me, needing a blast." Calista smiled mischievously. "This right here is your punishment." She raised a double-ended strap onto Calista's eye level. "Remember I said I wanted to feel you inside me? So now is the time. I believe you still have the plug in." Larissa knew so. But she wanted confirmation. Calista nodded. "Words. I need to hear you."

"Yes, Mistress. I still have the plug." Calista cooed as she watched Larissa put the strap-on on her and adjust it on her pubic bone. Calista felt filled again as the dildo on her end was inserted inside her.

Larissa climbed on top of Calista, opening her arms at shoulder height. Leaning forward, Larissa kissed Calista intensely, running her tongue all over her mouth. Breaking the kiss, Larissa bit Calista's earlobe and whispered, "You're just going to watch while I ride you and touch myself. It's forbidden to cum and touch me until I say otherwise. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. I understand." Calista moaned softly, squirming beneath Larissa.

"Then repeat my orders so I can hear you," Larissa commanded with a strict voice.

"No cumming, no touching, until you, Mistress, say so," Calista repeated the orders, which she found difficult to follow.

"Good girl," Larissa said, kissing Calista again before positioning herself.

Larissa positioned the entrance to her pussy at the tip of the silicone dick and slowly sat down. She was wet enough not to need lube, and it wasn't her first experience, but the slow movement allowed Larissa to feel the entire length of the fake cock penetrating her. She straightened her body and looked at Calista.

"Eyes on me all the time," Larissa said as she began to move her hips back and forth slowly.

As Larissa rode, Calista felt the dick move inside her, pushing against the plug. She kept her eyes fixed on Larissa, watching how her body slowly responded to the thrusts. Larissa panted and moaned, never taking her eyes off Calista's. Those blue eyes looking directly at her turned Calista on; she had to grab the sheets not to hold Larissa and force her to move faster.

Larissa leaned forward and supported herself on Calista's hips. Gradually, Larissa increased the speed of her thrusts until, once again, her body was washed by the sensation of pleasure. Even though she was cumming, Larissa kept her gaze on Calista, even though her eyes were half-closed. Calista watched Larissa's body contract and her mouth fall open. It was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. Larissa cumming all over her.

Larissa continued to move slowly, returning from ecstasy and catching her breath. She looked at Calista, smiling. "I'm going to need help with the next one," Larissa said. Calista reached out to touch her, but Larissa raised her hand, stopping the gesture. "No touching. I'm going to pleasure myself. You're going to keep watching, but this time, we're going to cum together. If you touch me, I'm going to add a few spanks to your ass with the plug still on."

Calista's eyes widened when she heard about the spankings. If she could imagine bending over Larissa's lap with her bare bottom being spanked, it would make Calista feel those tickles between her legs. "Maybe another time", she thought.

Larissa started giving strong thrusts again, and now her hand touched his clit with smooth, circular movements. The other hand touched her breasts and pinched her nipples, sending a wave of pleasure through her body. Calista watched the whole scene, amazed. She knew she could cum, but she held on to wait for Larissa. The fake dick and the plug poked her walls harder as Larissa rode and rolled on top of her. Larissa, in turn, felt the heat rising through her body again. The sight of Calista about to cum increased her arousal.

"Mistress...I'm about to cum." Calista said, feeling the tension in her muscles and the spasms in her walls.

"Cum for your Mistress, my beautiful girl. I'm almost there." Larissa responded, panting, increasing the speed of her pounding.

Calista came once again. She felt her lower region contract so hard that she thought she was going to expel the plug from inside her. She arched her body and raised her hips, thrusting into Larissa harder and deeper. The tip of the dildo poking her cervix was the trigger Larissa needed to cum. Moaning loudly, Larissa's body fell forward, leaning on Calista.

Calista and Larissa were exhausted and panting. Slowly, Larissa got off Calista, panting softly. As always happened, Larissa took the lead in the aftercare. Gently, she removed Calista's strap-on and asked her to turn on her back to pull the plug. Larissa knew that removing the plug could be as painful as inserting it. She lay down behind Calista, leaning their bodies against each other, gently kissing her neck. Her hand smoothed Calista's cheeks for a moment, and then, holding the base of the plug, Larissa slowly removed it. Calista started and hissed softly. She felt slight pain and a feeling of emptiness in the area.

"How are you feeling, my love?" Larissa asked softly, wrapping Calista around her body. "Did I hurt you?"

"Exhausted. But incredibly relaxed and happy." Calista smiled and settled into Larissa's arms.

"I think we need a shower before bed." Larissa laughed. She gently pulled Calista out of bed and lifted her bridal style.

Calista laughed as she was lifted and rested her head on Larissa's chest, enjoying the tender moment.

The door next to the window did, in fact, give access to Larissa's bathroom, as Calista suspected. Larissa placed Calista on the floor and turned on the shower, letting the water run for a few seconds until it reached the appropriate temperature.

Larissa helped Calista get into the shower and slowly washed her body, massaging her back and shoulders. Upon regaining her strength, Calista flushed Larissa's body, returning the same kindness.

Calista hadn't brought pajamas, so she picked out some of Larissa's comfortable clothes to sleep in. Calista chose a Nevermore Class of 1991 shirt. She had one like it at home and thought this was the appropriate time to use it. Larissa smiled when she saw Calista wearing that blouse and pulled her in for a kiss.

Larissa picked up Calista, wrapped her arms around her, and pressed her against her body. Calista snuggled up to Larissa, and before falling asleep, she said, "I love you, Riss. Thank you for today."

In response, Larissa squeezed Calista softly, kissed her head, and said, "I love you so much, Lis. Thank you for being here with me."

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 11 months

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Sapphic w/w Recs

Happy Pride!!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 Here are some amazing w/w writers and some of my most recommended Fics of theirs that deserve so much hype:

There are so so so many amazing w/w writers out there, reblog & add any you wanna hype up 🤍✨

(Also, please just assume they all have smut. Cuz they probably all do…)

Matched ~Alex Blake @iamnotoriginalphil

Attitude Adjustment ~Larissa Weems &Lady Lesso @wh0re4women

Escape ~Mon Mothma @silver-pieces

I want you, just you ~Joyce Byers @suckerforcate

Stood Up Pt. 1 Pt. 2 & Pt. 3 ~Larissa Weems @milfsloverblog

Lover Hours Masterlist @wlwloverwrites

What a Way to Wake Up ~Maria Hill @scarlet-witxh

permanent jetlag ~Peggy Carter @peachyteabuck

Almost Caught ~Larissa Weems @luxstxrblog

Shorts ~Melinda May @naturalxselection

Sex in the Flowers ~Larissa Weems @mandy-asimp

Angelic ~Polly Gray @fandom-puff

Please ~Narcissa Malfoy @herdumbwhore

Russian Roulette ~WandaNat @romanoffsbish

Sweet Confessions ~Miranda Hilmarson @billiedeansbitch

Jealous Joan Watson ~Joan Watson @ladieslovingladiesandfics

Don’t Tempt Me ~Lady Lesso @v3nusxsky

Larissa Weems xFem 27!Phd Student!Reader @yourlocaldisneyvillain

Woman of the Hour ~Larissa Weems @moodreaderlesbian

Dangerous Temptation ~Lucifer Morningstar (the sandman) @littledollll

crazy for you ~Natasha Romanoff @natsvdova

“I will always love you, Ser Brienne of Tarth…” @no-phrogs-in-hats

The Bimbo and the milfs ~Agatha xMelina xReader @imdoingsortagay

Beg for it, Darling. Part 1, Part 2 ~Larissa Weems @onlyv4use

How to Woo a Hot Principal Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 ~Larissa Weems @soft-astral

In my head series ~Larissa Weems @weemssapphic

first time. ~Natasha Romanoff @gayerthanevertbh

I’m Here ~Larissa Weems @dopenightmaretyphoon

MILFS!WandaNat Headcanons @101widow

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imprincipalweemspet · 11 months

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My Queen

English is not my first language. Sorry for any mistakes.

Warning: NSFW, 18+, Obscenity, Finger Fuck, Oral Sex.

I hope you like it. 😌

Enjoy! 😘

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“You look so beautiful. On your knees just for me, a simple object for me, satisfaction.”

Your breath quickened at her words, and the worst thing is that she was right, you will fulfill any sinful wish that this angelic demon asks of you.

With her beautiful blonde hair that seemed so soft to the touch, her alabaster skin that contrasted deliciously with her crimson robe, those piercing eyes that seemed to know all your dirty desires just by looking at you.

Your nipples were rock hard, wanting to be touched.

You rubbed your thighs together to get some friction on your sore clit at the sinful sight, but to no avail.

Your vaginal walls pressed against nothing, wanting just a little touch from that beautiful creature.

For a long time you longed for your mistress, to have her in your unworthy hands, to be able to taste hers, her beautiful, full and pink lips, every day you dreamed of having her between your legs, licking and sucking your pussy.

But you were aware that this was never going to happen, you were just a miserable object to give him pleasure.

You could see how her hands slowly opened the delicate robe, revealing the soft skin of her legs.

You were ecstatic, admiring your queen.

“Come closer, pet, on your hands and knees.”

You crawled slowly towards the throne, as you had been ordered.

Your face was at the height of her knees, and you watched as your queen slowly separated her thick thighs.

You gasped at the sight of her pussy, her soft shaved lips with a small shock of blonde hair resting just above her swollen clit.

“I don’t have all day, you little bitch.” She said impatiently.

I take your hair in a tight fist, digging her sharp nails into your scalp, crushing your face against her pussy.

You squealed at her abrupt action, but that was forgotten as you felt the sweet taste of her burst through your taste buds.

Your tongue began to caress her hard little clit, making her purr softly. Her hips begin to squirm, a sign that you were doing the right thing.

Her back arched as your fingers played with her hole as you ran your tongue back and forth over her sensitive clit.

Your attentions were abruptly interrupted when your lady tilted your head back, forcing you to meet her eyes.

His gaze was cold as metal.

You let out a pathetic groan at the loss.

Your lips were still stained with her fluids, and you could still feel her sweet taste on your tongue.

You were desperately trying to bury your face between her thick thighs again, but she was stronger than you.

“Apparently you’re liking this more than you should, hmm?”

“My little bitch.”

“Beg, little bitch.”

“Ask me to cum on your dirty tongue.”

Your body shuddered as another wave of arousal hit your body, with your fluids running down your thighs. Landing on the ground, her voice had an inexplicable effect on you.

“Please, my queen, let me bury my dirty tongue inside her beautiful pussy. I’ll be her toy whenever she wants, you can use me whenever you want. Please let me you, my beautiful queen, I’ll do anything. Please, ma’am, please!”

She threw her head back, letting out a laugh, pleased by your pathetic words.

“Okay, but, only because you asked so nicely.”

“Thank you, my queen,” you said desperately.

“You’re too good for a disobedient bitch like me.”

She loosens her grip on your hair, allowing you to bury your face between her luscious thighs again.

Your tongue reconnected with her swollen clit, you gently slid your fingers into her cunt, moving them in and out in a steady rhythm. Her fingers held your head firmly while her hips slowly moved up and down to the rhythm of your tongue. Her breathing became labored as she neared her climax.

You enjoyed the feel of her warm thighs against your cheeks as they closed around your head.

Her beautiful body began to tremble, her hand clenched hard in your messy hair, her breath faltering. Her body tensed, and she let out a loud moan.

You were rewarded with a flow of her sweet juices as you experienced the sweet contractions of ecstasy in your fingers.

You continued to lick around her sensitive area, but avoiding her sensitive clit as you searched for the last few drops of her nectar.

You distribute small kisses down her soft thighs, slowly raising your head to look up at your queen into her deep blue eyes, cold as ice.

Your lips and chin glistened with the remains of her orgasm on your face.

Your body throbbed with desire, desperate for your queen’s touch.

“You know what they say, my sweet girl. Good girls go to heaven and bad girls go to hell.” She said, snapping you out of your reverie.

“And as far as I’m concerned, mean girls don’t deserve orgasms.”

“I already got bored by you, you can retire. ”

You groaned in disappointment at her cold words.

Your muscles were stiff, since you were in that position for a long time, kneeling in front of the throne, worshiping your queen.

You got up slowly, trying to keep your balance so as not to fall.

You were about to leave when her hoarse and authoritative voice stopped you.

“Before you go, wipe your dirt off my clean floor.” She said, referring to the little puddle of arousal you left where you were kneeling.

Your face turned red, you felt embarrassed and humiliated by his words but, at the same time, excited.

“I want you to clean them with your dirty tongue.”

You froze for a few seconds at his words.

She raised her perfect blond eyebrow, waiting for you to do as she asked.

You fell to your knees again, resting your palms on the cold ground, leaning your body and sticking out your tongue to lick the ground.

“I want your eyes on me while you do that, my little pet.” She said in a haughty voice, an evil glint in her eyes.

You agreed to her request, looking into her eyes, when your tongue came into contact with the salty taste of your fluids.

You slowly cleaned the floor, leaving no trace of your fluids.

Without looking away.

Only following the ruthless orders of your queen.

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