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Killing Me Softly (Larissa Weems/Reader)
Synopsis: Principal Weems notices you're nervous around her, and invites you to the Weathervane to clear any tension between you. What starts as a promising friendship turns into... something else.
Pairing: Larissa Weems x teacher!reader. f!reader implied.
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: NSFW/Sexual Content
Author's Note: Absolutely did not go into this intending to write smut but here we are.
You sat silently in principal Weems’ office, listening to the ticking sound from a clock on the wall. Larissa sat across from you tapping two of her fingers on her desk. She had called you in to talk about something, and even though you had just been hired as a teacher at Nevermore a few weeks ago, principal Weems already made you extremely nervous.
“I called you in here to ask if you’d like to have a drink with me this afternoon, after school. I can tell there’s some tension between us, and I’d like to clear it.”
“I think I would like that.” You quietly replied, It took all you had in you not to let out an audible sigh of relief that you weren’t in trouble for something. You knew, logically, that you shouldn’t be this scared of principal Weems. It isn’t like you have anything to feel guilty about, right?
“Great. Do you like The Weathervane?” Larissa looked at you with her full attention. It felt intense, and gave you feelings that you didn’t quite know how (or want) to dissect right now. You just nodded, unable to force a reply out of your mouth.
Larissa stood up to walk you out, giving you a gentle smile. “You don’t have to be nervous around me darling, I don’t intend to be your enemy.”
You made it to The Weathervane earlier than planned. It was all you were able to think about for the rest of the day, and you weren’t entirely sure if you were excited or scared. You watched the door, fidgeting with your hands. You really hated this feeling. It was like you were a student going out on your first date all over again. Except you weren’t a student, and this wasn’t a date.
When Larissa finally walked in, she was all grace and elegance. As always. She waved at you and walked over to sit in the seat across from you. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her even for a moment. She had a presence that filled a room in such a way that you weren’t sure why everyone else wasn’t staring at her.
“I hope you haven’t been waiting too long.” Larissa didn’t give you much time to reply before waving over the waiter and ordering for the both of you. You were surprised that she remembered your favorite, you had only mentioned it in passing once.
“Principal Weems, I’m sorry if I’ve been impolite.” You began, getting straight to the point of this meeting. “It hasn’t been my intention.”
Larissa laughed a little. “Larissa. Call me Larissa. We’re not at work, and this isn’t a formal meeting. I was hoping with could build some sort of friendship.”
You smiled, and nodded softly. “I would really like that, Larissa.” You were already gaining some confidence in speaking to her. Maybe this whole thing was a good idea after all.
You talked about a lot of things with Larissa. You felt more comfortable to talk to her in this setting, and might have even overshared a few times. You lost track of time, and were asked to leave at closing.
You stepped outside on the sidewalk and let the night air hit you. It was cold and dark tonight. Jericho was usually off putting to you, and now was no exception. Larissa placed her hand on your back and let out a little hum. The physical contact made your face go red. You looked down, hoping she wouldn’t notice.
“Let me drive you home.” Larissa offered, although not in a tone that gave much room for you to question it.
She walked you to her car and opened the door for you. When you were both inside, she turned on the heater and sat for a moment, letting the warm air fight off the chill. You sighed and turned to look at her in the seat next to you. “I wish I didn’t have to go home yet.”
She turned to meet your gaze, but didn’t say anything for what felt like forever. “I don’t want you to either.” She spoke in a voice quieter than you had ever heard her speak in.
After a few moment of silence, you realized just how close together the two of you really were. You leaned in a little and planted a chaste kiss on the corner of Larissa’s mouth. It left a faint stain from your lipstick.
Larissa smiled and turned away from you to start the vehicle. You wished she would say something, or kiss you again. You don’t know what even came over you to think you should’ve done that in the first place. After a few moments of driving, you finally blurted out a nearly incoherent apology. “I’m sorry, that was unprofessional of me. I promise I won’t let it happen again.”
She glanced at you, but quickly returned her gaze to the road ahead. “I didn’t mind it.” She spoke so matter-of-factually that it was a little jarring. “Don’t apologize.”
You sat in silence for the remainder of the car ride. You wanted to kiss her again right then and there, and probably would’ve if it wasn’t for the danger of getting into an accident. The car ride went by fast, you sat parked in the driveway for a few minutes, just looking at her. Like you were looking for the right words to beg her not to leave you.
“Larissa… I had fun tonight.” You whispered, too afraid to speak any louder. “I don’t want tonight to be over.”
Larissa took your hand and squeezed it affectionately, before leaning down to kiss it. “Do you want me to come inside with you?”
You looked away from her, trying to hide how red your face is for the second time tonight. “I would love that.”
She smiled, and moved to get out, quickly coming around to open the door for you. “Watch your step.” She said with a little laugh, extending her hand to help you out.
“Aren’t you polite?” You joked, and leaned into her touch as much as you could as you stepped out of the car and shut the door behind you. Larissa kissed your hand again, this time leaving a trail of kisses up your arm and stopping at your neck. You shivered softly at the affection, unable to hold back a little smile. The exchange grew more intense quickly. She kissed you hard, mixing your lipsticks to create the most perfect color you had ever seen.
A sharp moan left your mouth as you felt a hand running down your hips and pressing you onto the cold metal behind you. Larissa pulled back a little to see your reaction, and let a hand slip under your waistline. “Do you want to do this? Here?”
You nodded affirmatively. “Please, Larissa. I want you.” You managed out, pulling her a little closer.
Larissa smiled, satisfied, and slipped her hand a little lower. “Do you think you can be quiet for me? You wouldn’t want your neighbors to hear you.”
You bit your lip hard as she began to touch you. She was right, if any of your neighbors heard this you would never live it down. You buried your head in her neck and stifled as many of the moans as you could manage to.
Larissa was amused by how hard you were trying to be quiet. She sped up, watching and listening to you squirm under her. She clearly wasn’t planning on making this easy for you.
You tightened your grip around Larissa as you got closer to climax, completely expecting to fall apart in her arms, but she abruptly stopped and gave you a little smirk.
“I want to hear you beg for it.” She said simply. “Show me how much you want me.”
“Please” You managed out, taking a moment to gather more words. “Please Larissa, I want you to make me yours. More than anything right now. Please.”
Satisfied, Larissa continued. Fast and abrupt, without any ease back into it or warning. “I want you to be mine.” She whispered, using her free hand to hold you as still as she could.
You came fast and hard. Stifling a whimper and clutching onto the taller woman with all of your strength. “Thank you. Thank you.” You managed in-between breaths. You let yourself come apart for her, like putty melting in her hands. It was perfect, like nothing you had ever experienced before. You trusted Larissa with everything in you. You trusted her not to hurt you, after all of this.
"We should do this again sometime." You finally said after catching your breath.
Larissa laughed at the abruptness of the statement. "Yes, I think we should."
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Hiii☺It's my first time asking for a fic!I LOVE your fics so much so i thought i would ask you. I really hope you'll like the idea🤞It's a bit long tho.(smut fic🙊)
Larissa and Reader are best friends, they know everything about each other, they flirt and challenge each other, talk about sex and everything but never had sex. They're close.
Larissa invites R to spend the evening with her in her quarter, have a drink and watch a movie (that they'll never pay attantion to as usual).They talk, laugh and get a bit tipsy and R ask Larissa why she choosed not to have tattoos or piercing and then at some point, Larissa ask "how many piercing do you have? You never told me." So R gets up and show her the one on her nose, her lip, cheeks, a sternum piercing , maybe 3-4 each ear and maybe a lower back dimple piercings (those are ideas, you can add or change the piercing's places) and then she could sit back down and say "and i have my nipples pierced and a Christina's piercing. Would you like too see them too?" (half) joking because she thought Larissa would never say yes (not that she really minded showing her, she trusts her enough) but Larissa sensed the challenge there and decided to take R offguard and say yes, thinking that reader were going to back down, but then R gets up again and Larissa realised that she was REALLY going to show her and her eyes went wide at the idea but she didn't back down.....and then smut smut smut😅
You can add any kinks, toys or both,i'm fine with that!You can also add things about the beginning of the story if you think about something!I hope you want to write it and if not,it's ok too!Thank you xxxx
-Anon🌠⭐-
The Way You Adore Me (Like No Other) ~Larissa Weems xFem BestFriend!Reader
Summary— Larissa and Reader are best friends. They have been for as long as they can remember, the kind of friends who do all together and talk about it all. But what happens when you have a little too much to drink, and you find out that Larissa has a thing for your tattoos and piercings…?
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Anon response— Hi hi anon!! Thank you for your kind words, I greatly appreciate them 🥰 and I love your request! I hope I did your idea justice. Thank you for the request, and welcome to my anons!! (if you’d do me a favor and clarify what emoji you’d like, I’d appreciate that, thank you!) Hope you Enjoy! ♥️
Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smutty smut, drinking, little angst, little fluff, oral sex (both f receiving), fingering, face sitting, body adoration, tattoos and piercings adoration, teasing, light begging, implied overstimulation, confession of feelings, etc.
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You sighed in relief as you enter Larissa’s private quarters. Being with your best friend always made everything better. You two just clicked perfectly.
Literally. You were such a good match. You talked about all kinds of shit. You have fun toying with one another, neither of you being one to back down from a challenge. Nothing was off the table when it came to you two.
You dropped your bags by the door, closing it behind you.
“Hey ‘Ris!!”
You called out your close friends name to indicate to her that you had arrived. Larissa had invited you to a sleepover this particular Friday night. She had mentioned something about a terribly stressful week, and being the good friend you were, you immediately took up the opportunity to care for and be with your friend.
“Oh Darling, Hello, Come in!” Larissa exclaimed, coming into the main entrance which connected to her living room, and greeting you.
The tall woman came up to you, giving you side kisses on each of your cheeks and then pulling you into a friendly hug. You sighed into Larissa’s embrace. Her hugs always made you lose all worry in your life.
You then properly came into her quarters, and the two of you ended up sitting comfortably on her couch. Larissa had brought a bottle of red wine and some glasses for you two to share. And like most sleepovers, the two of you planned to put on a movie. Although you both knew you wouldn’t pay much attention to it…
Tonight, you both decided on Three Thousand Years of Longing, a movie with Idris Elba and Tilda Swinton apparently about genies. Neither of you had a particular interest in genie movies, so it was a perfect pick to play in the background and just forget about.
As the movie began, Larissa popped the cork of the wine bottle and poured two glasses out for the two of you. She handed you your glass and you thanked the blonde. You then sat in each others company and just talked.
Larissa spilled all the details about her stress at work, and you as well. You talked and talked, the only thing visibly affecting the atmosphere was the every now and then sex scenes that came up from the movie. It caused a good deal of blushes, breath hitches, and clearing throats…
A couple of hours later the movie was almost over. And you had to confess that your knickers were damp from all the sex sounds that had been coming from the television… You didn’t know, but Larissa had admitted a similar thing to herself.
Your conversations could go in any and all directions. Especially when you were both tipsy. And that you were. By now, your conversation had shifted to talk about tattoos and piercings.
“I know you’ve probably told me this, but why don’t you have any tattoos again?” You tipsily asked.
Larissa took a moment to muse and think about her answer.
“Well, If I ever do get a tattoo, I think it’s important that it matters to me and will matter for the rest of my life… And I have never found something that fits that requirement.”
You hummed and nodded your head in response, going for another swig of wine quickly afterward.
“How many piercings do you now have?” The blonde asked curiously, her eyes lightly roaming up and down your frame.
You pursed your lips and smiled.
“Well… the nose ring, bottom lip, dimples, sternum, nipples, and a Christina piercing.”
You explained each piercing, indicating where each one was as you said it. Larissa’s eyes widened and darkened after every piercing location was revealed to her.
“And tattoos…?” She said, almost sounding breathless.
Larissa had put her wine done at this point. And she had scooted close to you.
“Ooh, I’ve got a lot of those… Wanna see them?”
You had responded in a particularly teasing and playful manner, half-way joking, and not expecting the blonde to take to up on your offer.
Larissa’s eyes sparkle and her pupils dilated at your words. She could never refuse a challenge, especially not from you…
“Yes. And the nipples piercings too…”
You nearly chocked on your own air, as your eyes widened at record speed. It’s not that you minded, you didn’t, you truly trusted Larissa. You just hadn’t expected that from here.
“I—Ok…!” You chocked out, standing up in front of Larissa to give her a better view.
Larissa leaned forward in anticipation, bring her lips and clasping her hands together over her legs. You then started to show the blonde each of your tattoos, one by one. Eventually you finished your tour, leaving your last two piercings.
You had to admit that you were a little nervous. But you were also tipsy. And those two things kind of cancelled each other out in your case.
So you lifted your shirt with ease, showing the woman your piercings on your exposed breasts. Larissa damn near chocked on her wine at the realization that you weren’t wearing a bra. Her eyes widened and she fought to keep her mouth from dropping.
Larissa, almost dumbfounded, stood up and walked a few steps forward, where she was right in front of you. She reached out delicately, running a finger around your left nipple piercing. Your breath hitched lightly.
“And then I have my Christina piercing…!” You quickly said, redirecting the focus of the conversation.
Larissa’s eyes popped back up from your tits to your eye level.
“What’s that?” She innocently asked.
“It’s… I…” you stammered, your words lost on you.
“It’s— a piercing above my lower lips…”
Larissa’s eyes widened.
The wine was affecting you both by this point…
“Show me.”
You sensed the woman’s challenge and you decided to just show the woman.
You pulled your skirt down to pool storing your feet, and you carefully moved your underwear to the side, enough where Larissa could see the silver piercing near your sex.
Larissa had no words, and for a moment she just stood there. But you blinked once, and all of a sudden Larissa was on her knees, her mouth attacking your cunt.
Your knees threatened to buckle and your groaned loudly, your hand desperately grasping Larissa for stability.
“Jesus Fuck—!!”
Larissa pulled away after one simple lick, staring up at you with wide eyes. Your breath hitched and you stared back.
“You taste so good…” she whispered.
You wanted to combust right there. Your hips instinctually bucked towards the woman’s face.
“Don’t stop on my accord” you whispered back, your words turning into a groan as Larissa immediately dove in face first.
One of your hands flew to her free locks, which she had unpinned throughout the night. Your other hand desperately cling to Larissa’s shoulder.
Larissa’s tongue expertly lapped through your folds, but only after a swipe around your Christina piercing each time. It was teasing torture.
You groaned out in a whiny and breathy tone after ten minutes of this teasing.
“Oh for fucks sake Larissa— just fuck me already!!”
Larissa didn’t need to be told twice, simply humming in delight into your cunt, and then sliding her tongue into your core. You both moaned out in delight, your grasp at her head tightening.
The woman had you seeing stars minutes after this. Larissa stopped for a moment, coming up to your face and smashing her lips into yours. You moaned at your own taste on her lips. As you did so, Larissa was swift in undressing you.
“Want to see all of you… all of your piercings… all of your tattoos…” she breathlessly pled.
After all of your clothes had been discarded, Larissa playfully pushed you onto the couch. She went to straddle you, her dress still adorning her body.
“Is this okay…?” Larissa asked, a little concerned about her weight on you.
“More than…” you groaned with a post-orgasmic smile.
Larissa smirked and nodded, slipping to kneel right in front of the couch. Her hand grabbed your legs and hooked them up and above her shoulder for her easy access.
You gasped. Larissa then took a second to let her eyes wander at all of your piercings and tattoos. She licked her lips.
You were still buzzing from your previous orgasm when Larissa began swirling a finger around your slick folds. She continued to tease you clit and the entrance to your sex on and off while she sucked and licked and marked your skin. She eagerly focused her efforts on your tatted and pierced area of exposed skin.
Your head rolled back and you let out a breathy groan. Your one hand landed back in Larissa’s platinum locks, while your other was stabilizing yourself against eh couch.
“ ‘Rissa… please…” you breathily moaned, begging the woman to take you and stop all the teasing.
Larissa chuckled, and while she didn’t stop caressing and loving on your exposed skin, she did slip one of her fingers inside your wet heat. You hummed out in delight, her one finger providing your walls something to clench around, while you didn’t feel quite full or stretched yet.
While Larissa pulled and pushed her one digit in and out of you, her mouth was latched onto one of your perky, pierced buds. Strings of more breathy groans and pleading followed out of your mouth.
“M-more please ‘Rissa…!”
Larissa chuckled, pulling her one digit out, and then slipping two fingers inside you. Now this started to stretch you out. You hissed in response, your eyes rolling back.
“Taking me so well, Darling…” the woman cooed, biting your ear lobe where you had your lobe piercing.
“God F-faster—!!” You cried out breathily.
Larissa happily obliged, fucking into you with her fingers at a faster pace. The combination of her two digits and her sultry tone had you cumming a second time for the woman that night.
This time you screamed for Larissa as she made you see stars, and your legs were wobbly and shaking even more than last time.
“That’s it, doing so good…” she encouraged you, helping you over your high.
But she didn’t stop afterwards. No, she showed no signs of stopping. Her lips quickly attached to your clit, and she slid a third finger into your aching and sensitive core. You groaned and hissed, and your hand was pushing Larissa’s head further into your cunt.
Larissa’s hot mouth put the perfect amount of suction against your puffy clit and her three finger combo made you crash over into third, smaller, but still substantial orgasm.
You fell into the couch cushions, going limp, and Larissa finally pulled away, licking her fingers with wild eyes and a wicked smirk.
“W-wearing too many clothes ‘Rissa…” you huffed, completely out of breath, raising your hand lazily and indicating to her attire.
Larissa chuckled and immediately went to unzip her dress. It pooled at her feet, and she was quick to get rid of her silky undergarment set as well. In a second, the woman had you laid back along the couch, as she hovered on top of you.
She licked her lips.
“I was right by the way… you taste insatiably delicious.” Larissa purred, staring down at you.
You gulped and took the moment to admire the woman’s frame above you. Before Larissa could do anything, you raised yourself up and latched your tongue around one of her nipples. Larissa shuddered and let out a yelp.
“I think…” you hummed, letting go of her perky bud with a pop, “It’s your turn.”
Larissa’s eyes widened at your words and she nodded lightly.
“Alright…” she breathlessly spoke.
You looked the woman up and down before deciding.
“Sit on my face.”
Her eyes widened and her expression changed to one of concern.
“Oh. No, I don’t think—”
Larissa was stopped mid-sentence, gasping and groaning, by your lips trailing from her breasts and down her stomache, as you shimmied down the couch and towards her core.
“Trust me ‘Rissa…” you purred, licking through her folds only once.
Larissa’s hips immediately jerked towards your mouth for more. And she let out the hottest moan. She seemed convinced… Larissa carefully positioned herself above your face, you eagerly grabbed her hips and stuffed your face full of her needy sex.
Larissa’s hands landed on the couch to stabilize herself, as her head was thrown back and strings of leud groans and whimpers escaped her pristine lips.
Larissa looked lake a goddess above you, as you lapped away at her folds and into her core. Her hair and tits swayed in tandem, and the moment slowed perfectly for you to just revel and delight in the other woman.
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When you woke up, you weren’t in your own bed… and you weren’t alone… Twisted in what you assumed to be expensive, silk sheets, you found yourself to be naked and with a strong enough headache.
You knew that you should have laid back on the alcohol…
You looked around and realized that you were in Larissa’s bedroom. And then you looked next to you in the bed, and sure enough, there lay a sleeping Larissa, just as nude as you.
You gasped lightly, sitting up, as all the events from last night came back to you. Part of you felt guilty that you both had been drunk enough, but a bigger part of you was so happy that it had finally happened.
But what if Larissa didn’t feel the same…?
“What’s on your mind, Love…?” A croaky, sleepy, yet still sultry British accent spoke out, bringing you out of your thoughts.
You looked towards Larissa who was still turned towards you, but this time her eyes were lightly opened and her sapphire gaze was upon you. You blushed lightly and sunk back into the bed.
“I… I feel like I may have taken advantage of our drunken state last night…” you whispered, not being able to look the woman in the eye as you spoke.
Larissa’s hand emerged from the covers, lightly directing your face by the chin to meet her gaze.
“Darling. If anything, I took advantage of you. I practically attacked you.” She breathed out.
“No no…” you shook your head, “I loved it.”
Your words came out before you could check them, making you blush even more intensely. At this Larissa chuckled lightly.
“I did too…”
You both smiled at each other, enjoying the newfound silence and love.
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Rough Day (A Catrissa Drabble)
Larissa Weems x wife!reader
Just a little drabble about Larissa shifting into a cat <3
Words: ~1k
Inspired by a conversation with @im-a-carnivorous-plant and her STUNNING catrissa art !! 😻
also definitely thought about Little Cat by @sapphos-ode whilst writing this!
You’re exhausted as you come home from work, locking the door to your apartment behind you and shrugging off your coat. As you kick off your shoes, you call out to your wife, who should be home by now - though you’re met with silence.
Frowning, you take a step towards the kitchen, nearly tripping over something at your feet. Your frown turns into a playful smile as you begin to laugh. Sitting at your feet and staring up at you is a large, fluffy cat, white as snow with wide, crystalline eyes. It meows as it begins to weave between your legs, rubbing against your calves.
“Riss, you’ve gotta stop almost tripping me,” you say with a laugh - your words are met with a soft meow as Larissa blinks in apology.
You’d known about Larissa’s shapeshifting abilities since the beginning of your relationship. Usually, she used them for more mundane things - becoming taller to reach the top shelves in your living room, or shifting her makeup on when she was running late.
One day, however, you’d come home to find your wife nowhere in sight - instead, a fluffy white cat was curled up at the center of your bed and dozing away. At the sound of your footsteps, the cat had startled and jumped off the bed, quickly shifting back into a very embarrassed looking Larissa. Once you’d managed to calm her nerves enough to stop blushing and stuttering out apologies, she’d explained that sometimes, when she’s alone, she likes to take the form of a cat - she can escape her worries about her stressful job and simply exist for a few hours.
Since then, and with a little encouragement from your side, she’s been shifting more frequently around you - she usually shifts back into human form soon after you come home, but occasionally she’ll stay as a cat for a little while longer, enjoying the way you can’t help but dote on her and snuggle her.
Today is no different.
You kneel down, reaching out your hand for her to sniff. You know it’s still your wife, but you can’t help but treat her as you would a normal cat, and she seems to like it. She sniffs your hand then throws herself against you, rubbing her head against your knuckles and narrowing her eyes. In turn you begin to scratch behind her ears, drawing a soft purr from her throat.
Picking her up, you hold her close to your chest - she rubs the top of her head against your jaw, a deep, satisfied purr rumbling from her chest. You have to admit, as you carry her to the bedroom, that she isn’t the only one getting some stress relief from the situation - her purrs instantly manage to calm and ground you, washing away any lingering thoughts about work or responsibilities.
Sitting on the bed, you set Larissa down beside you - she instantly curls into your side, looking up at you with wide, expectant eyes as you tell her all about your day. Every so often, she’ll let out an indignant mewl at something you’ve said, blinking slowly to show understanding - Larissa’s always been a good listener, and her cat form is no different.
You run your fingers through her silken fur, gently scratching behind her ears and watching as she tilts her head to the side to allow you better access, her eyes narrowing to slits. With a loud purr, she rolls onto her back, allowing you to stroke her fur and gently scratch her belly.
“You’re so cute, you know that?” you tease, your urges getting the better of you as you poke at the soft, pink pads of her paws. Larissa’s eyes widen and she swats at your hand, causing you to giggle and tease her more - she kicks her back legs at your hands and bites gently at your wrist.
“Ow! Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” you say with a laugh, withdrawing your hand as Larissa rolls back onto her stomach and glares up at you, looking very human in that moment. As you lean down to press a kiss to the top of her head, she instantly melts, pressing her forehead against you. When you pull away, she chirps gently and gets to her feet, stretching out and arching her back into the air before hopping from the bed with grace.
Within seconds, the cat is replaced by Larissa’s human form. You grin up at your wife, sitting at the edge of the bed and parting your legs to allow her to step between them.
“Hi, darling,” she coos warmly, resting her fingers underneath your chin and pushing it up as she leans down to steal a kiss.
“Hi, baby.” You giggle into the kiss, drawing a chuckle from Larissa’s lips.
Your hands come to rest on her waist and you push her back a step so that you can stand up, drawing her close once again and kissing her deeply, flicking your tongue against hers. “Rough day?” you guess - it usually is when she greets you in her cat form.
“Much better now,” she counters, smiling against your lips as she wraps her arms around your neck.
“I gotta say, I love you in every shape and every form… but I really do miss how soft your ears were, I just wanna pet them.”
Larissa laughs and rolls her eyes, a loving and playful smile plastered on her face as she looks down at you.
“Maybe we just need to get a cat or something…” The immediate furrowing of Larissa’s brow has you in stitches - you figured she’d react like this, and it’s adorable.
“Absolutely not,” she says with a faux-frown. “You’d have me competing for belly rubs in my own home?”
“You know I’d never do that to you, Riss.” You’re grinning as you place a tender, lingering kiss to her cheek, your eyes closing in bliss. When you pull away and open your eyes again, you find she’s shifted snowy white cat ears onto head, and you blush as you reach up to touch the silky fur with the tips of your fingers - they twitch beneath your caresses and Larissa hums in pleasure.
“Happy?” she asks with an amused smile, her eyebrow raised.
“Happy.”
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Family Time
Larissa Weems x Reader
You smiled watching the students leaving your classroom.
Today was a wonderful autumn day and everyone wanted to go to Jericho and have fun.
You were happy too.
This was your last class, meaning that you could spend the rest of the day with Larissa and your five-year-old son.
You prepared your bag with fast but steady movements and pulled it on your shoulder.
Then, you quickly walked to your quarters to find your boy.
You opened the door and threw your bag and keys at the small table nearby.
Then, you walked to the living room and saw the boy laying down reading a book.
You could tell it was Pinocchio from the pictures.
" Darling, I'm here. " You said sitting down next to him.
The boy immediately closed the book and wrapped his hands tightly around your frame. " Mommy ! You are back ! "
You kissed his forehead taking him in your arms while you walked to his room.
" Yes, my love. And now, who wants to pay a visit to Jericho ? " You inquired knowing already the answer.
" Me !!!! " The little boy shouted giggling when you placed him gently on his bed.
" Great. Now help mommy dress you, will ya ? " You told him and started changing his clothes.
He moved his body to help you and then he stood up for the trousers.
The boy was looking at himself through the mirror as you helped him with his jacket when the door opened to reveal the highest person you have ever met.
Your wife.
Larissa smiled at both of you as the boy started jumping up and down feeling immense joy at the sight of her.
You, however, were struggling to zip his jacket from behind.
Larissa bit down a laugh, bending down to kiss her son's forehead; careful not to ruin her lipstick.
Your son relaxed after his mother's kiss and you finally managed to zip his jacket.
" Soooo, who's ready for a little road trip ? " Larissa asked the boy.
" Meeeeee !!!! " The boy screamed running out of the room.
You both laughed at his extraordinary enthusiasm.
" We better get going fast or S/N (son's name) will start complaining. " Larissa told you pulling you toward her.
Your lips pressed against each other's for a couple of moments before breaking apart.
" Love you. " You whispered to her as you walked to your son who was waiting impatiently for the two of you.
꧁☾︎❥︎☽︎꧂
After a lovely day outside, mainly spent running behind S/N to make sure that he wouldn't get lost; you returned to Nevermore.
He was so tired that he was already asleep against Larissa's shoulder.
You silently unlocked the door to your quarters and let Larissa with your son in her arms get in first.
When you were all inside the small apartment, you closed and locked the door.
You dropped your keys at their usual spot and ran to your son's room.
Larissa had already pulled his shoes off and was now changing him into his pajamas.
Thinking that she wouldn't need any help and that she looked too cute taking care of him; you rested your weight against the doorframe.
Your eyes were following every and each of her slow, careful but steady movements.
When your wife was finished, she gently placed her son on his little bed and pulled the covers on top of him.
The last thing you both wanted was for your son to catch a cold.
She then turned, and her eyes slightly widened, realizing that you were watching her the whole time.
You simply smiled at her, trying to hold back your giggle at her reaction.
Larissa rolled her eyes at you, kissing his forehead and wishing him a good night and the sweetest of dreams.
Both of you left his room to let him rest (the kid had literally ran the whole Jericho twice only in 6 hours) and entered your shared bedroom.
Larissa closed the door behind her and raised an eyebrow at you.
" May I ask what's so hilarious ? " She questioned, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
You shook your head dismissively, still smiling. " Nothing. I just found it cute. "
At your reply, Larissa's stern eyes softened. " Ohhh. I think that you are cute too when you struggle to dress him. "
" Hey. It's not my fault that he is full of energy and can hardly stay still for a single second. " You fake-pouted at her.
The principal shrugged her shoulders. " He's standing very still when I do it. "
It was your time to cross your arms and wear the stern mask at her. " Yes, because he is most of the time sleeping like today. "
" No, he isn- " Larissa's rejection was intercepted by the attack of your lips.
She kissed you back with the same passion before breaking apart to breathe.
" See ? It's not my fault. " You told her cupping her cheeks.
Larissa titled her head to the side. The kiss had apparently unsettled her. " What isn't your fault ? "
You smirked at her. " And then you are asking me how I win all of our arguments. "
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7:3
Pairings: Wednesday Addams x platonic!reader / Enid Sinclair x platonic reader / Larissa Weems x platonic!reader
Summary: 7 reasons to go, 3 reasons to stay
Warnings: suicide, suicidal thoughts, vent fic I guess, so uh, like bcos I need validation 🫶 pure, unfiltered, angst. (Part two here) (Tagging: @lxtins @allisonsblog @wednesday-l0ver @capryuk @smolgayhooman @elduster because they said they’d read it x)
Word Count: 1.1k
Seven reasons to go, three reasons to stay. It honestly seems like such an easy answer, but if you add a zero onto the end of both numbers it becomes harder. Seventy reasons to go, thirty reasons to stay. You sat atop of this hill, resting your back against the oak tree. Weighing the reasons in your head made the pit in your stomach grow, but it needs to be soon.
1. You have no family.
In a fit of blind rage at eight, you set your house ablaze. The fire started in your parents bedroom where you, your mother and father and your little brother were. Larissa Weems, a family friend, was quick to aid you. She brought you to Nevermore and raised you like her own. It was abnormal for normie families to have Outcast children, but that just meant the Outcast gene laid dormant for a few generations. You didn’t speak to anyone for seven years after the incident.
Though Larissa was the closest thing you had to a family, she wasn’t your family and the kids at school liked to remind you of that.
2. The overwhelming anger.
Your nostrils flared as you watched the boy, whose name you never bothered to learn, called you an orphan for the umpteenth time that day. You clenched your fists, digging your nails into your palm until you felt blood rolling down. Pain makes you human, Larissa had said to you. Why wasn’t it working? A wolf pushed you and you struck him with flame covered fist. Your hand was burned onto his face and he hand to live in humiliation with that scar for the rest of his life.
The kids around you immediately dissipated and ran away from you. Then your roommate asked to switch dorms
3. People would finally care.
They don’t care until it’s too late. You knew this now, throwing the noose end of the rope over the highest branch that you could reach. You couldn’t even cry. Why would cry? Crying for the people that never even batted an eyelash at you. For he people that saw your pain and laughed in your face, dancing on what was left of your happiness, hoping to ruin it all for you. You can imagine the people that pushed you to this crying in each other’s arms as your body was lowered into the ground. Who do they think they are?
4. You hurt everyone you touched.
Larissa had pulled you into a hug when you came to her office sobbing. You were hesitant to accept it, but you did in the end. You remember her scream and push you away. It haunted your nightmares every. Single. Night. You looked down at your hands and your eyes widened at the melted fabric on your palms. She told you that it was all right and that she was just shocked, but you didn’t believe her.
You began using weird techniques you’d read about in books from the library; sitting in the kitchen’s walk in freezer for as long as you could, taking ice baths, letting your anger out in a controlled environment.
5. The dreams.
Waking up drenched in sweat and covered in a crisp duvet was not your forte. In fact, waking up wasn’t your forte. Your family coming back from the dead to berate you, blame you. They wanted to kill you back. Your brother showing you what could’ve been, what would’ve been, what should’ve been him. A dashing you man, your mother had said before casting her eyes over you in disgust. You wanted to apologise, but that didn’t deserve it. They should have to beg you for forgiveness. The world should have to beg you for your forgiveness. And it would have if you really wanted it to. You had the power to burn the world to ash.
6. You’d stop being a burden.
Larissa Weems already had a whole school of children to deal with. And, though she didn’t say it, you knew having you in her office for breakfast, lunch, and dinner was bothering her. You didn’t want to admit it, but you grew to like her presence, so instead of staying cooped up in your room, you stayed cooped up in her office. You’d get short, curt answers when asking something and you took that as a hint.
7. Eternal peace.
You’d be free from all your suffering. You’d be dead, you’d be gone. There’s no analogy for this reason. It’s just a fact. You wanted to be gone, that’s all.
But now the reasons to stay.
1. Your Larissa.
She really was your family. The reason you were still alive right now, but it was proving not to be enough. You just hoped that she didn’t blame herself for this. She had saved you and protected you for as long as she could, but now it was down to you. You had to make a decision and it led to you tightening the rope around the trunk of the tree.
2. The people that liked your company.
You had met Enid Sinclair in your fourth year of solitude since you’d come to Nevermore. She walk talkative and it was nice for the both of you. She liked having someone that listened to her ranting and you liked listening to someone talk to you without belittling your feelings. Then you met Wednesday on your 16th birthday, three years later. She was Enid’s roommate and you were scared that Wednesday was going to take her away from you. But that’s not what happened. Soon in days where you waited for Enid in her dormitory, you found yourself enjoying the silence between you. It wasn’t that Enid’s rambling was annoying, but silence was nice every once in a while. Lastly, you met Eugene. He reminded you of your little brother, predominantly the good parts of him. He was a perfect mix of Wednesday and Enid. You loved hearing about his bees and how his mom’s were doing. You adored reading books with him in the library. He helped you get over your fear of yourself.
3. Life.
Sure, you hated life. But there were fun times like when you were five, on your father’s shoulders as he ran through the forest by Nevermore. Or on your fifteen birthday when Enid and Larissa threw you a surprise party in your dorm where’re the three of you danced the night away. Not to mention when you made Eugene laugh. A smile graced your face the whole day after hearing him cackle at a note you gifted to him. Even if it go you kicked out from the library.
It was moments like that that you craved.
But you didn’t get much more because here you were, standing on a stool as you put your head through the noose. Just as you strained to kick the stool away, you heard a scream.
“No!” They said, but it was too late.
Wednesday was too late.
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Sleepy Showers
A/N: Hi hornies! I wrote this fic randomly and thought I should serve the sapphics more delicious Larissa content. Please make sure to read the warnings, and as always, feel free to leave comments and suggestions! Many thanks to the wonderful @weemssapphic for yet another beta read. Your kindness is overwhelmingly appreciated.
Larissa Weems x femreader
Summary: A morning shower turns into a steamy session when Larissa decides to shapeshift her most intimate parts...
Warnings: fluff, smut, g!p Larissa, Reader receiving, handjob, penetration, creampie
As you wake, the comforting weight of your lover’s arm over your torso almost lulls you back to sleep. However, you need to begin the day and get ready for work. You are a teacher at Nevermore, one that Larissa found herself infatuated with. You obviously returned her feelings. Things blossomed quickly after she gained the courage to ask you out on a date. Over time, your love for each other grew and now you both have a shared studio living area in the staff wing of the school. Your relationship can only be described as sweet, romantic, and loving. You find joy in the little things, always bringing Larissa flowers to brighten up her office, and buying her favorite lipstick when you notice it running low. She enjoys sneaking into your room between classes to bring food and sometimes you’ll return to your apartment, immediately noticing the envelope that you know contains a love letter she writes with passion. You even set aside time each week to have a special dinner or date night, usually opting for a nice restaurant, spending time afterward in the comfort of your bed watching movies, and then making love. Life is wonderful, and Larissa has brought you happiness beyond anything you’ve felt before.
Rolling over slowly, you face the woman of your dreams. Her blonde curls are tousled from sleep, her pale skin glowing in the morning light, and her plump lips stained a faint red hue from her daily choice of lipstick. The steady rising and falling of her chest accompanied by soft breaths brings you peace as you gaze upon your partner with nothing but awe and adoration.
Not wanting to interrupt her slumber, you place a gentle kiss on her forehead and begin lifting her arm away from your waist. Before you can roll back over and rise from the bed, a deep inhale sounds from beside you. You watch as Larissa’s eyes open and she groggily blinks away her exhaustion. Bright blue eyes peer into your own, the corners crinkling as a smile overtakes her face seeing your state of sleepiness.
“Good morning my love, are you heading to the shower?”
“Good morning angel, yes I’ve gotta get ready earlier today since I have a meeting with a student about a project before my first class.”
Larissa pouts when you mention having to leave bed early, wanting you to stay in the warmth of her arms for a while longer.
“I know you are being grumpy but you look so cute! Here, let me check my phone in case to confirm with the student.”
You roll over and pick up your phone from the nightstand, opening your emails and finding a new message sent just before midnight.
Hi Ms. L/N,
I started feeling sick tonight and will have to miss the meeting tomorrow morning. Maybe I can find a time to meet with you tomorrow if I feel better. Sorry for the late notice, I will keep you updated and let you know my availability for a rescheduled meeting time.
Thank you
Your face lights up knowing that you now have a free morning with the goddess of a woman next to you.
“Good news Riss! Well, I mean not technically good news since my student is out sick, but we have the morning to ourselves!”
Instantly, Larissa’s face brightens and she yanks you back over to her in a messy hug.
“Thank goodness, how could I ever be deprived of my darling girl?”
You laugh and pull away, an idea forming in your head for a fun morning plan.
“Would you want to take a shower with me? You know how much I love holding you in the water especially now that you had a second shower head installed to keep us both warm.”
That stunning grin you absolutely adore beams back at you and she kisses your cheek affectionately.
“Of course I would, sleepy showers are the best with you, my dear.”
Both of you roll over to your respective sides of the bed, standing hesitantly on tired legs from just having woken up. Larissa winks at you and sways her hips teasingly as she makes her way over to the bathroom. You shake your head playfully at her antics, but don’t pass up the chance to ogle her round ass sitting perfectly in her pajama pants. Following her in a trance, you wince as your feet hit the cold bathroom tile. She gingerly opens the shower door and turns on the water, steam beginning to fog up the frosted glass as it heats up.
“My sleepy girl, let’s get you undressed for me. You know how much I love taking off your clothes…”
With a smirk, your girlfriend lifts the hem of your shirt, your stomach immediately reacting with goosebumps to the temperature. Your breasts fall into place, nipples standing hard against the chilly air. Larissa takes a second to bite her lip in arousal but pulls the shirt completely off your body.
“My my, someone appears a bit cold. Don’t worry, I’ll get you warmed up and take care of those gorgeous breasts.”
You blush at her flirtatious words and bring your arms over your bare chest, trying to heat up your freezing skin.
“Well, it’s only fair that you take care of what’s yours…”
She chuckles at your response, loving how you put up with her mischief and always play along. As to not keep you in the cold for too long, she lowers the waistband of your pants and lets the loose pajamas fall to the floor. You swear you felt a hand brush against your mound when she lifted her arms back up as she stood straight but you ignore it for now, impatient to get in the hot water.
“May I undress you too Rissa? Or should I get in now and wait for you there?”
“Why don’t you go ahead and step in love? I see you shivering, my poor angel. I’ll be quick, I want to spend every second I have giving you affection.”
With a pink hue gracing your cheeks, you shuffle over to the shower and step through the door. Marble walls stretch upwards, and white warm flooring is now comfortable against your feet compared to the harsh tile on the other side of the blurred glass that faces the rest of the bathroom. A bench attached to the wall has an assortment of soaps and gels neatly arranged in the corner. An instant sigh of relaxation and ease leaves your mouth, your body melting under the steady stream.
Through the clouded glass, you make out the distinct shape of your lover removing her clothes. Her head tilts back as her shirt falls to the floor and the silhouette of her perky breasts makes your breath catch in your throat. She bends down and takes off her pants, revealing the supple swell of her ass that compliments her long silken thighs.
Closing your eyes and bringing your hands to smooth back your now-soaked hair, you hear the door open and shut. You open your eyes and take in the sight of your naked girlfriend which freezes your body entirely.
“Like what you see?”
“You know I do. Now come here before I eat you alive, you sexy woman.”
With a chuckle, Larissa steps forward and takes you in her arms. Her chest presses against yours, the squish making your cheeks deepen to a scarlet color. Her tall frame causes your face to rest against her shoulder, tender lips finding the top of your head.
Standing there silently, her arms wrapped around you in safety and comfort, with her soft skin against yours and nothing but love swirling around your brain is heaven. After staying still, savoring the beautiful moment, you feel her hand inch lower until it finds your butt. She gives it a squeeze, not missing how your breath hitches and you push your hips back into her hand.
“Darling, how are you so incredibly divine? You have no idea how badly I want to engrave the image of you in my mind to keep forever. Luckily, I have you all to myself for however long you’ll allow me.”
Leaning back you stare up at her with adoring eyes, capturing those blue orbs that always have you mesmerized.
“My love, you have me forever. My heart belongs to you and I will cherish yours until the end of time. I love you Larissa.”
Her eyes observe you with total fondness, sincerity in her voice as she speaks.
“I love you too darling, you will be treated like a princess because that is what you are to me. If you want a kiss? You’ll have one. Maybe cuddles? Of course, my arms are open and eager. If you want me to worship you? Well, I will already be doing that as usual.”
You giggle and bring your hand to the back of her head, gently pushing her down towards your lips for a sweet kiss. Her mouth moves in tandem with your own, passion entangled in the way she pulls your bottom lip between her teeth and tugs, emitting a moan and then releasing it to use her tongue to explore. Your body tingles and your core throbs, the sloppy sounds of the kiss and how she hungrily devours your mouth turning you on severely. Pulling away to gasp for air, Larissa pouts with a whine.
“Rissa love, you’re making me squirm. Would you want to…?”
With a proud grin, Larissa seductively peers down at you, causing chills to run up your spine.
“Normally I would make you use your words, but I really want to try something this morning and I want to make sure you are comfortable with it.”
Your eyebrow raises in question, not knowing what she could possibly be thinking of.
“My love, I was hoping to use my shapeshifting abilities to… change my lower half. Would you be okay with letting me fuck you with a real cock? It’s just an idea and as always, we will never do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
The idea intrigues you and in your mind, the picture of Larissa fucking you with reddened cheeks from how you feel around her drives you wild. Not to mention, being filled by not only her cock, but her cum as well is something you’ve been fantasizing about.
“Yes! I mean- yes, Rissa, I would really love that. I love you and I want you to feel every part of me, including the deepest parts that will bring you pleasure.”
Releasing a breath she didn’t know she was holding in, your girlfriend excitedly hugs you and whispers in your ear.
“Good thing I know exactly which strap you love the most. I’ll just shift my cock to match exactly how you like it.”
She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, you continue resting in her embrace as she shifts. You gasp as something rubs at your lower belly and you turn beet-red knowing what it is. Larissa groans when her cock grows against your body, the length squeezing between your smooth stomachs. Tilting your head back to watch her reactions, you hear a whimper and widen your eyes at how adorable yet sexy she is. Larissa pants as her hips softly rock to rub herself against you. Her eyes are shut tightly and rosy cheeks flush as small whimpers continuously exit her open mouth.
“Does that feel good baby? You look so pretty rubbing yourself against me. I feel how hard you are oh god- let me help you, sweet girl.”
Her eyes meet yours and she yelps as your hand grasps her hardness.
“Are you sensitive, my love? Poor baby, I promise I’ll be gentle.”
Speechless in both exhilaration and overwhelming emotion, she intently focuses on your face. Your hand starts moving up and down, jerking her off with delicate strokes. Her breaths stutter and it takes an immense amount of effort for her hips to not fuck up into your hand.
“L-Love, yes god- feels… so good. Darling- I- I love you-”
With a sensual smile, you lean forward and capture her lips with your own. She whimpers into your mouth as your hand rubs her cock lovingly. Your pussy throbs and drips uncontrollably, her angelic sounds fueling the fire in your lower belly.
“I love you too Rissa, are you ready to fuck me? Is that what you want baby?”
“Ye-yes please Y/N, please I need you-”
Her begging spurs on your dominance. Larissa typically takes on the dominant role but these moments when she is submissive and needy melt your heart.
“Okay love, I’ve got you. I’ve got you pretty baby.”
She shudders when you remove your hand. Turning around, you press your ass back into her, making her groan with her cock now pushed between your cheeks. You smirk to yourself and bend forward, presenting your backside to her. You lift a foot up and place it on the bench. Your cunt is soaked and Larissa is hypnotized, her cock throbbing and twitching, completely aroused by your bare ass and dripping arousal.
“Go ahead Riss, I know you can’t resist…”
Not hesitating and more than ready to enter you, she lines herself up with your sopping hole and pushes in.
“Oh fuck!”
She moans obscenely and grips your hips hard, the way your walls take her in and tightly clench around her length makes it hard to hold back. If she wasn’t so determined to fuck you as you deserve, she would have come as soon as she bottomed out. The stretch feels delicious, her warm cock filling you entirely. It feels similar to your favorite strapon, but there are obvious differences like the soft warmth of her skin and the way you can feel each subtle twitch and throb inside of you.
“Larissa- oh my god- please fuck me.”
Your lover immediately pulls out, leaving about an inch inside, and then thrusts back in. Her hips pound into you hungrily and she grunts with exertion and effort holding back her approaching climax.
“Yes! Fuck me- god yes!”
“Yeah? You like that- darling? Take- ngh- take it baby-”
Wet slaps of her hips against your backside sound throughout the steamy shower and you brace yourself against the wall with your hands. Your breasts swing back and forth, matching the rhythm of her thrusts. She leans forward and kisses your back, nipping and sucking marks onto your skin while still gripping your hip with one hand and groping your tits with the other. Her hips lose rhythm and you recognize how her breathing gets shallow and her moans increase in pitch. She is getting close and so are you. Nearing the edge, you need a push to reach your orgasm. Luckily, your girlfriend knows your body well enough.
“Darling- I’m gonna- I’m close, please- I want you to cum with me- mmm ngh-”
She reaches the hand clinging onto your breasts down and parts your lips to find your swollen clit. Two fingers circle the sensitive nub expertly.
“Baby- fuck! Rissa gonna- cumming-”
Intense waves of pleasure overtake your body as your orgasm washes over you. Your walls flutter and tighten, causing Larissa to thrust once more and release herself. A strangled moan departs her mouth, and her pulsing cock shoots hot cum deep inside of you. Her entire body feels rapturous as she quietly mutters “I love you” over and over. Coming down from your highs, you both pant heavily and she rests her weight on top of you. She stays inside, loving how she keeps you full of her cum with throbs of post-orgasm bliss. Once you come back down from paradise and catch your breath, Larissa speaks softly.
“I’m going to pull out, darling- I’ll go slow and you let me know if anything hurts or is uncomfortable.”
Her cock carefully inches out, you wince at the emptiness but love how cum leaks out of you. Larissa watches in awe as white juices plop onto the shower floor, your cunt looks beyond alluring.
“Good job my love, you did so well! I’m so proud of you. Thank you for letting me do that, I cannot even begin to describe how much I loved it.”
Surprisingly, she becomes shy and you turn your head to see her looking down trying to hide the obvious blush on her gorgeous face.
“Thank you for fucking me like that Riss, I definitely want to do it again sometime. I enjoyed it more than you know.”
You set your foot down and straighten your back at the same time, rotating around to face the love of your life. Larissa studies your exhaustion and sexily disheveled post-orgasm state. Your chest rises and falls steadily. Cum now slides down your thighs and red marks adorn your hips from where she gripped you. You are the most beautiful woman she has ever seen, and at this moment, she can barely function seeing you like this.
“You are so beautiful, I love you. Let me hold you for a bit before we have to clean up and get ready for work. First, I’m going to shift back.”
She closes her eyes once more and concentrates, morphing back to the stunning lower intimacy that you worship endlessly whenever possible.
“I love you too Rissa. Although I loved you fucking me like that, I have to say I missed this dearly.”
You cup her center and move to kiss her with so much love. You both smile into it and then settle into a comfortable embrace. Your head rests against her chest, listening to the strong heartbeat of the blonde angel that you are lucky to call yours. She holds you protectively, placing her cheek on the top of your head and passing her body heat to you. Intimacy like this between you and Larissa, standing in the middle of the shower as warm water soothes your bodies, is something you will cherish until time stops.
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Act two
Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader
Warnings: hurt/comfort but not really, Ophelia is trash, Larissa is bbygirl, lesbians being lesbians, awkward
Pt1: Andromeda
Larissa awaited as the parents rolled in, she greeted each with a smile before she saw Andromeda and Wednesday walking. Her breath caught in her throat you were still just as gorgeous as you had been during your time at Nevermore.
You smiled softly once you caught sight of the blonde, the girls rolling their eyes Larissa was quick to make an appearance. “Y/n, It’s been forever but I’m so glad to see you again” her eyes sparkled never once dimming with Morticia’s side comments.
“Likewise Larissa” your voice was soft as your hands rested on the girl’s shoulders “It’s been too long” it was becoming awkward. Morticia cleared her throat “moving along with the pleasantries the girls had something they wanted to show us”.
Gomez nodded like a lost dog, “well I guess I’ll see you later” you nodded before Andromeda had dragged you off in tow of Wednesday. Larissa was surprised not to have Ophelia with you but she noted the wedding rings on your necklace.
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You didn’t see much of the blonde during the day until after dark, you stood on the dock where you both would once sit watching the stars. “I see you kept your promise” Larissa called as she neared closer, her eyes shining in the dim light.
“I wasn’t going to name Andy that at first but Ophelia insisted it” you sighed not turning around “you never came to the wedding”. Larissa’s brows furrowed “Wedding? Y/n/n I was never invited to a wedding” she spoke softly as stood by your side “I wrote out the invitations and Ophelia sent them out” .
“I’m telling you that I never got an invite but maybe it’s best I hadn’t gone” she breathed out looking down at you “why’s that?” You asked almost sadly. “I probably would’ve tried to stop the wedding” Larissa shrugged, you didn’t know how to feel before the blonde pulled you to sit with her.
“You couldn’t have Morticia so would go after Ophelia?” You scoffed you were angry but you weren’t understanding the underlining of Larissa’s words. “It was never about them Y/n” her hand found your thigh “sure I had chased after Morticia at one stage but she wasn’t as gorgeous as you, she didn’t make my breath catch and words disappear she wasn’t you”.
You turned to face the woman “I was in love with you but I knew I would never stand a chance, I never stood a chance with Tish either but… it was you who I had wanted. Ophelia knew that hell everyone besides you knew, but I was a coward then and the night I asked you to the Raven I knew it was a loss and I was too late”
“Ophelia had won the girl we were both fighting for, while I took lessons from Morticia she buttered you up. I was scared of rejection because who in their right mind would even date me” she laughed but it wasn’t humorous. “Me” you stated looking at her with tears in her eyes “Larissa I had loved you and I told you that night but it wasn’t the same anymore, I thought I was- that you wanted Morticia because oh god” you cried. “I had hated myself and you were so gorgeous and Tish was stunning but now my life has fallen to shit Lissa” you sobbed breaking the blondes heart.
“What do you do when pretty isn’t pretty enough?”
“Ophelia didn’t love me at first but we made it work after we had Andy, we fell in and out of love for many years until she passed” Larissa pulled you into her side “I’m sorry for your loss” she whispered kissing your head. “It’s okay, I’m sorry for rambling” you blinked tears away “it’s nothing really” Larissa smiled before her eyes glimmered.
You both sat silently for a moment “would you like to go to the wethervane tomorrow? I believe I still owe you that date” you nodded softly as you leaned into her warmth.
The next day you both delved deeper into your lives from since you had left Nevermore, Ophelia had been a doctor and you were now a writer. While Larissa had gone to Cambridge and then set a new start at Nevermore, you had gotta married young and had Andromeda not long after. Larissa never married or had children, that was a life she only saw with you she told herself what a dream to come home every day to a family and you more so.
Larissa’s gaze never wavered the entire morning as you spoke “would you do it again?” She asked softly “I wouldn’t have Andromeda otherwise” you shrugged with a sad smile. “She’s everything to me, the good and bad. I wouldn’t know a life without her she’s my girl”.
The blonde nodded along “although I did often wonder what it would have been like if I never married Ophelia. If I accepted your request to the Raven would I still have Andy I was so hurt, Lissy. You really hurt me and I let you willingly carve my heart like it was clay, I love you Larissa I really do- did but it didn’t stop my fantasies”
"I often wondered too, if I had swallowed my fears and asked you from the start would we be here? sitting so closely at the wethervane as if the years hadn't passed us. would we have children of our own or would you become that famous ballerina you had dreamed of being, I paid attention even when you thought I wasn't like when you changed from glasses to contacts. I prefer the glasses they seemed more natural and I got to see your hands more as they adjusted them. I listened to every career choice you had over the years and although I want to change the outlook of normies and outcasts a very selfish part of me"
Larissa swallowed hard "Made me stay at Nevermore hoping that you would have a child it didn't matter who with as long as I would get to see you one last time". You looked at her with tears in your eyes but a goofy grin "You're the principal Larissa, you could've just held a reunion but you truly are the sweetest soul I have ever met and I'm sorry I didn't try to reach out my geeky girl".
"Do you think we could ever try again?" she asked with a light blush as she ducked her head slightly "Slowly but surely"
#imagine#wlw#gwendoline christie oneshot#angst#wednesday 2022#larissa weems x female reader#larissa weems#larissa weems imagine#larissa x reader#larissa weems x reader
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Hi hiiiiii! Firstly, lemme just say I absolutely ADORE your fics on wattpad and im SO thrilled you're also here on tumblr now??!?!? An absolute treat, this is <3
Anyways as for requests— can I request Larissa and/or Marilyn dealing with Y/N who's got a really bad sleeping schedule thanks to having the WORST case of insomnia? (fluff most appreciated, but IF you want somth more spicy to deal it, I wouldn't say no to it hehe 💕 :3c)
Thank you sm <3
Thank you for the request and so sorry it took literally MONTHS!!! But here it is now!! And thank you for your kind words, means so much to me <3 I really hope you enjoy this, I made a few changes to it. I don’t have that much experience with insomnia, but with sleep deprivation so I wrote about that, I hope it is okay!
No Rest for the Wicked
Pairing: Larissa Weems x fem!reader
Warnings: sleep deprivation, health issues, fainting, worrying, fluff
Word count: 2.5k
Summary: Larissa tries to help you when she notices how little you’re sleeping…
You sighed deeply as you raised your gaze from your laptop and looked out the window. A heavy fog had descended on the school grounds, reaching as far as the tired eye could see.
The fog was persistent, it was thick.
You felt like your thoughts were similarly clouded. You smiled at the irony.
Returning your gaze back to your work, you looked at the time, it was way past 4 am already. Larissa would wake up soon.
For the past few weeks it had been like this. You were staying up late, only getting a few hours of sleep a night. And sometimes, like tonight, no sleep at all.
You felt that you didn’t have enough time. The work load you had felt like the weight of the world rested on your shoulders. You had stacks of ungraded papers, lesson plans to finalize, and a curriculum to update.
You were exhausted.
You tried your best to hide it, you didn’t want Larissa to get worried. Because her concern would’ve broken your heart.
Every day went like this: You ’got up’ at 6, prepared for your lessons of the day and started at 8, taught for 8 hours straight, got back to your shared quarters and spent the rest of the night with Larissa. And after she had fallen asleep, you’d finish your work and prepare for the next day.
You didn’t have the heart to tell your wife how much workload you’d had recently and how overwhelming it was for you. You had had difficulties in the past finding time to spend together, and after months of you both trying to work it out, it was, indeed, working.
But lately, it had become too much. With the work, of course. You knew that Larissa would get concerned and start panicking and rushing things to make it better. You didn’t want that. She had her own job to do, which definitely had a workload twice as big as yours was. You felt pathetic. Your wife does three times the work you do in a day and you’re still stressed? Yes, pathetic.
You finished your lesson plans for the day, just to save yourself some time later.
It was 5:13 am when you were done. You rubbed your temples to ease your already growing headache as you got up from the desk, swayed there for a bit before making your way to the bathroom.
You winced at your reflection in the mirror. Your dark and puffy undereyes were still there, if not even more bad and noticeable. This was the first time in your 25 years of living that you had had eye bags. You knew it was bad.
You hopped in the shower to keep yourself up and maybe gather some energy to get through the day. At first the cold water did wake you up a bit more. Then, when you turned it a little bit warmer, you realized how bad of an idea it was. The warm water relaxed all those tense muscles in your body and you closed your eyes to enjoy the feeling.
And your eyes stayed closed for a bit too long. If you weren’t so tired, you would have laughed at yourself. The image of you half asleep, standing in your shower. What in the actual fuck, really?
But something made you jump and push your body’s cries for help and sleep to the back of your mind.
”Darling?” You heard Larissa’s hoarse morning voice call out to you from the door.
”Mhm?” You hummed as you turned the water back to cold to not almost fall asleep again.
”Nothing, just wondering how you’re up so early every morning this week, usually it’s a task itself to get you up,” She chuckled at her own words.
You smiled to yourself and turned the faucet off, stepping out of the shower so you could see her.
You noticed how she was checking you out, biting her lip as her eyes roamed across your body. You smirked at her as you took your towel and dried yourself, about to wrap it around your bare body.
She quickly snapped out of her trance and stepped forward, taking the towel in her hands and unwrapping it, causing it to drop on the floor.
”I don’t think we’ll be needing that.” She said in a low tone as she pulled you flush against her body by your waist, attacking your neck with her mouth.
You hummed in delight and closed your eyes in satisfaction at the sudden move, wrapping your hands around her neck.
You let out little gasps, you couldn’t even let out a simple moan because of your sleep-deprived state.
And it felt so good, feeling your wife’s lips on your neck, still keeping your eyes shut, leaning into her, maybe leaning too much, starting to drift off, losing your balance…
Your eyes snapped open when your heard Larissa’s sudden, loud gasp, as she had her arms tightly wrapped around your torso to keep you from falling to the hard floor.
”Darling, what on earth just happened here?!” She asked in shock as you stood up.
You took a moment to process what she just said, just because you couldn’t think as fast as usual.
”What? M’sorry, just got a little.. distracted there, I think..” You responded hazily, trying to focus your eyes to look into hers.
She ducked her head a bit, trying to get a closer look of you and inspecting your condition. ”Are you alright? You had me worried there, are you sure you want to go to work today? You can take the day off, okay?”
Your eyes widened in panic, ”No, no, Rissa I am absolutely fine, and I will not be taking the day off. You shouldn’t be concerned, I am okay.” You said hurriedly and walked away, leaving your wife standing in the bathroom, extremely confused and concerned.
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”Okay, I think it’s time we all head for lunch, see you guys tomorrow!” You announced the class with a smile, packing your things and leaving for the dining hall. As you entered the hall, you seached for your wife with your eyes, as you always ate lunch together. She wasn’t there.
You yelped loudly when you felt someone grab your shoulder from behind, causing some people nearby to look at your weirdly. You turned around, ”God, you scared me, Rissa,” You breathed out.
She just responded with a laugh, sliding her arm to the small of your back and guiding you to walk together to get the food.
As you sat down, you began eating in silence. You opened a can of energy drink, something that you’d been drinking a lot these days. You didn’t usually even drink those that often, but you needed something to keep you up and awake.
Larissa sent you a scolding look, a frown tugging at her lips. ”Y/N, what’s this?”
You widened your eyes, you didn’t want her to find out like this. Or any other way. ”Oh, that’s just an energy drink. Thought it might give me a little boost.”
She narrowed her eyes slightly, ”A boost? Y/N, darling, this isn’t healthy. Are you not sleeping enough?”
You smiled, but it was forced. ”Rissa, I’m fine. It’s just been a busy week.”
She sighed, looking at you with worry-filled eyes. ”Y/N, I can see something is going on, don’t shut me out. Whatever it is, I’m here to help you. We’re a team, remember?”
Your gaze softened, you were really lucky to have her. But you didn’t want her to know. You didn’t want her you worry about you, because when Larissa got worried, it was all she could think about. She couldn’t work, rest, do anything. She’d have to get to the bottom of it.
You pursed your lips and took her hand in yours, ”I know, and I appreciate that. But I’ve got this, Rissa. Trust me.”
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It had been a few days since that, and your condition and fatigue were only growing worse. Your work load seemed to have doubled since that day. You were trying (and struggling) to stay awake with the constant consumption of caffeine.
The fog was growing thicker and thicker. You barely could see where you were walking.
Larissa had had enough. She had been watching your extremely concerning situation unfold in the past few days into something much more worrying. She couldn’t bear seeing you suffer like this for a moment longer. This had to end now.
You were sitting in your classroom, head buried in your hands as you tried to take a deep breath so that the pounding headache you had recently gotten would go away. You’d taken more aspirin than you probably should have, but it didn’t do anything. You were feeling miserable, physically, and that way, emotionally, too.
Your eyes began to feel heavier and heavier, and you almost didn’t hear the sharp knock on your classroom door. You flinched harshly at that, squeaking a quiet, ”It’s open.”
You heard the door opening and the familiar clacking of heels filled the room.
”Darling?”
Her voice was soft, almost a little wary.
You raised your gaze to meet hers, ”Yes?”
Her eyes were filled with concern, barely hidden. ”I’m worried about you. I can see that something’s going on, and if you’d just please, please let me in, I could help you. Okay?”
You pursed your lips. You knew this was coming. ”Larissa there is absolutely no reason for you to worry. I am fine, okay?” Your voice was a mixture of frustration and exhaustion.
”No, you’re not.” She snarled, her tone of voice contrasting the one she had just moments prior. ”You’ve been running on fumes for days! Darling, this… this can’t go on any longer.” Her voice broke as her eyes held a silent plea.
Your jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the floor. ”I can handle it.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, and it was becoming harder and harder to keep convincing yourself that.
”Y/N you almost collapsed earlier! This can’t go on.” She stepped closer, reaching her hand out to touch your shoulder.
You shrugged off her touch, ”It was nothing. Just a moment of dizziness.”
Larissa scoffed, her patience was wearing thin. ”And what happens when it’s not just a moment? What happens when you can’t get back up?”
Something in that comment did it. Your eyes flashed with fury as your tone of voice turned into one laced with venom. ”You just don’t get it, Larissa! I can fucking handle myself!”
Her brows furrowed and you could’ve sworn you almost saw her flinch a little. ”Look, I am not trying to belittle you. I just want and need you to take care of yourself.”
Your head tilted as your eyes held nothing but defiance in them. You felt your breathing pick up, uncontrollably, and how that pounding headache seemed to double, you started feeling a little lightheaded. But you chose to do what you’d been doing for god knows how long now. You ignored it.
”I don’t, I don’t need you constantly watching over me.” You said, out of breath.
Your wife’s expression dropped as she realized your condition and what could be happening next. She approached you cautiously, attempting to try and calm you down. ”Y/N, darling, this is not about control. It’s about caring for you.” She told calmly, cupping your face with her soft palm.
You shook your head, ”You suffocate me, Larissa! I can’t breathe with you hovering over me all the time!”
Larissa’s heart sank at that. She never meant for it to come to this. She only wanted the best for you, to protect you.
”Y/N, please, I…”
Your breathing laboured and before she could finish, your legs gave way and you collapsed on the cold, hard floor.
”Y/N!” Larissa’s voice came out as a terrified cry as she rushed forward to try and catch you, but she was too late.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she knelt beside you, shaking you gently and trying to wake you up. ”Y/N, can you hear me?! Please, say something..”
Your eyes fluttered open, but you couldn’t focus on anything. Your breathing was still laboured and the words you tried to speak came out as a strained whisper.
”Y/N, I’m taking you to the infirmary.” She breathed out as she scooped you up in her arms and rushed out the classroom.
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Since then, you and Larissa made an agreement. Well, you didn’t have much say in it, since Larissa demanded it.
Larissa began monitoring your schedule, making sure you were following the new schedule she had made for you. And there was no room for negotiaton, absolutely no exceptions.
Larissa also began cooking more, preparing the meals with care and love, making sure each one was balanced with important nutrients to get your energy levels for the better.
Bedtime was the most strictly monitored. As evening approached, Larissa would guide you through a calming routine. She’d prepare a warm bath with your favourite scents, she’d slip in as well and wash your hair for you, massaging your head to calm you down. Then, she’d dress you into comfortable pyjamas and lead you to bed, prepare you a nice cup of tea and dim the lights.
And she’d lull you to sleep with soothing caresses and words of affirmation, telling you how much she loved you, again and again, kissing your whole body as she did so.
And it worked perfectly. You were feeling both, physically and mentally better. The dark circles under your eyes were slowly fading away, your energy starting to gain back. You also growed to appreciate your wife a thousand times more.
One evening, you were sitting in your shared bedroom, by your desk. Your laptop was open and you were determined to finish grading some papers for your students. Then, Larissa entered the room, the stern look on her face telling everything. ”Darling, it’s time for dinner.”
You sighed, closing the laptop as you didn’t want to argue about it. And you were starving too.
You ate in silence with her, you occasionally stealing glances at her. The way she fussed about your portion sizes, making sure you got the right nutrients for your health - you heart warmed as it was all an expression of love.
Once you were finished, she led you to bed, undressing you and helping you with your pyjamas. I could’ve done that myself, you thought.
”Now, off to bed. You need your rest, dearest.”
You smiled as she laid down next to you, caressing your hair and kissing you softly. And you kissed her back, again and again. Soon, you fell into a peaceful slumber, under Larissa’s loving gaze. She laid a final kiss on your forehead, ”I love you, my darling.” She whispered before drifting off as well.
And if you looked outside, you’d have noticed that the fog had finally cleared.
#larissa weems#wednesday#principal weems#larissa x reader#larissa weems x reader#gwendoline christie#larissa weems x female reader#larissa weems x y/n
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Happy Ending - NSFW
I'm so happy to have collaborated on this with @v3nusxsky
I came up with an idea for a happy ending massage with Larissa and Mars made it wayy better with her amazing smut writing skills! Hope you all love it :)
Larissa x fReader
Warnings: smuttt, dom Larissa sub reader, shifting, praise k!nk, thigh riding
"Good afternoon, I was wondering if my friend could get a massage, um, with a 'happy ending'." You heard a women talking to the secretary, she whispered that last part. This made you chuckle. You were intrigued by her voice, oh her voice, it was angelic. You peaked out of the side room over to the secretary desk and saw a woman standing there, a red headed woman a few feet away reading some brochures. The woman at the desk was tall, pale, and adorned a red lip. Her hair was pinned up so intricately and she wore a green dress with a long matching coat. Despite her height, she wore kitten heels, and she had gold jewellery that looked really expensive. Your jaw dropped, you had never seen anyone quite like her before.
"Marilyn, you have to sign this form" she gestured for the red head to go over to the desk with her. You went back into the room and looked at your colleague Jen, wide eyed and a huge grin on your face. She was preparing some hot towels and refilling the oil for the rooms. "What's wrong with you?" "Oh my god Jen, look at that woman out there." She peeked out of the room and turned back to you smiling. "Holy, I've never seen anyone like her before, what is she getting?" You frowned, "I think her friend is getting something, not her." Jen stared at you, a sly smile on her face. "Well, I'll take her friend, I think you should try to convince her to get something." You laughed, that wouldn't be happening. "Why would she want a massage from me? Look at her!" "Look at you!" Jen quipped. "You're charming, you're hot, if anyone could convince her to get one it would be you." You blushed, deciding that you should shoot your shot. "Ugh okay, I'll try." Jen left the room and you could hear her talking with the women.
"Y/N" the secretary called to you. "I got this one" Jen said to the secretary, she was a lifesaver. "I'll be out in a minute" you called, quickly warming some oil and tidying up. You went over to the desk as Jen and Marilyn were venturing to a room. "What can I do for you?" you said to the tall woman. "Oh nothing for me thanks, I'm just here with my friend." You looked her up and down and tilted your head to the side. "You don't get massages?" you questioned, trying to get her to give in. "Yes I- actually, no, I don't" the tall women suddenly sounded unsure. "Well I'm sure you could use one. You have very good posture, but something is telling me that you have a desk job" you smiled at her wiggling your eyebrows. "Yes I do, how did you know that?" "Just a good guess." You paused for a moment, "So, a massage then?" She pondered before asking quietly, "Do you do uh, normal massages?" You smiled at her question, "Of course, we do it all here, whatever you are comfortable with." She nodded her head "Okay." You turned to the secretary, "Put her down for a massage, plus compliments, those are free" you winked at the woman. You lead her to a room and told her to change into a robe before you went to retrieve some hot towels and oil. You noticed that she smelled of roses and thought maybe she'd appreciate some rose oil. Knocking on the door, she let you in and you turned on some relaxing music.
"Alright, lay down on your back or front, doesn't matter which first." She laid down on her front and you lowered her robe enough to get at her back. "So, to whom do I owe the pleasure today?" She giggled as she replied "Larissa Weems, and your name?" She wanted to hold out her hand for you to shake, but she couldn't from this position. "Y/N. So Larissa Weems, what do you do for a living?" "I'm a headmistress" she said confidently. Hot, you thought. "Ooh highly educated, so do you sit all day?" "Half of the day" she answered as you massaged her shoulders. You went lower down her back massaging her pale skin. She let out a groan when you rubbed between her shoulders and her neck. "You have a lot of tension here" you giggled. "Yes, apparently I do" she chuckled back at you. "What school do you work at?" She didn't answer for a moment, but then she mumbled "Nevermore." You stopped your hands to think about why you knew that name, oh yes, the school for outcasts. "The outcast school?" She nodded her head. "Interesting, I mean I guess I'm not surprised that someone as elegant and put together as you is running it" you chuckled. "Okay, flip." She flipped so she was now lying on her back and you pulled the robe down her shoulders slightly. "Oh right, you're not wearing a bra." "Oh god, am I supposed to keep it on?" You laughed at this, she was clueless and cute. "No, no, it's easier to take it off, just that some people aren't comfortable with it." You massaged her traps and her shoulders before moving down her arms. "Can I just say you have such nice skin, soft and pale, you look ethereal. And you smell so good, like roses." You looked at her as she blushed and you were glad that she appreciated your compliments. "Thank you darling, it's my perfume." "It's lovely."
You both went silent as you worked your way up to her neck, messaging the sides and the back of her head. She looked at you with wondering eyes, and it was hard for you not to stare into hers. "Can I ask you about your job?" she asked quietly, like your job was a secret or something. "Of course" She pondered for a minute. "Do you all do happy endings here?" You smiled, you could tell she was quite reserved, but she sounded rather curious. She seemed like she would be the dominant type. "Not all of us. We are all certified in massage, but some of us choose to do that as well, it's better money." She shook her head in understanding. "So do you get to choose if you do that with a client?" "Yes, we can choose. I don't do it much as I prefer women, and we don't get too many women in here. My friend Jen who is with your friend gets more clients because she goes for women and men." You moved your hands up just under her jaw and under her ears. She had such an adorable face, you wanted to cup her cheeks in your hands. Her hair looked so soft and her makeup was still perfect, despite laying on her stomach a few minutes ago. Her lips were so full and that red looked ravishing on her. You gave her a little side smile and scrunched your nose up subconsciously as you were admiring her, and she caught it before you realized the face you were making. "What?" she questioned, which pulled you away from your staring. "Oh sorry, it's nothing" you looked away. "Why were you staring at me?" You thought she didn't like your staring, you knew she was rather professional, and you should be too. "Sorry I just, you're gorgeous" you said shyly, not looking her way. She bit her bottom lip as her hand grabbed at your uniform top, pulling you closer to her face, your hands still on her neck. "What does a happy ending include?" she whispered in your ear. "Um, whatever you want it to" you whispered back. She looked in your eyes and you froze for a second, your lips were almost brushing against hers. "Is kissing allowed, if I want it?" You thought for a minute, usually it wasn't. "For you, anything." She let go of your shirt and stood up next to the massage bench, looking at you as she slowly untied the waist of her robe, letting it fall open.
“You’re beautiful” you murmured as your eyes uncontrollably roamed over her naked form. “Can I kiss you” the blonde murmured cupping your cheeks. “Please” was all you could whimper before she crashed her lips to yours. She tasted even better than she smelled, you couldn’t help but moan into her mouth as she begged for entrance. The fact you hardly ever did anything as reckless as this was turning you on. The woman tugged at your pants letting them fall to the floor as you happily submitted to Larissa as she walked you both back to the bench where she previously lay. “God you’re gorgeous” the headmistress mumbled settling on the bench and seating you on her toned thigh. Your lips met again as your tongues danced in an innate rhythm as if they were made for one another. A perfect fit. You didn’t even realize when your hips began to rut against her thigh, smothering her thigh in your arousal. “Oh fuck Larissa” you mewled tilting your head backwards while she guided your movements and attached her lips to the expanse of your throat. “Oh that’s one hell of a kiss” you mumbled slightly losing control of yourself now, her lips on your throat and the way your clit dragged over her thigh with just enough pressure was dizzying.
You felt it before Larissa pulled away from your body as much as she could with you straddled over her thigh. “Oh god I’m sorry! I’m so sorry” she whispered her cheeks almost fire truck red. “Ris? Is that a, uh?” You stumbled over your own words as your body tried to come back from the previous pleasure. “This wasn’t how I wanted you to find out, I’m sorry. I know you said you only do this with women. And I mean I am, but I guess I got carried away and accidentally shifted when thinking of bending you over and pounding into your heat with my strap” she murmured embarrassed, looking away from you and waiting for the comments on how disgusting she is or who you wanted her to shift into. “You’re so beautiful Larissa Weems. I’d very much like you to fuck me with your little friend here. Will you feel everything?” Your reaction shocked the headmistress but she quickly gained her confidence back. “I will feel everything darling. And I assure you he’s not little love” the last few words caused your eyes to flicker down to her very girthy seven inch cock that was proudly standing to attention, almost painfully. You reached to the table to get some warm oil and tentatively, you brought your hand down to wrap around her shaft and slowly moved your hand up and down the veiny cock. You looked up through your eyelashes to see the older woman biting her bottom lip so hard you feared it would bleed. “Oh fuck baby! Feels so good” she whimpered, “want to fuck you!”
“Daddy?” You mumbled hesitantly not expecting Larissa to pull her cock from your hand and hurriedly bend you over the bench. “Say it again” she growled, teasing your with the swollen head of her shaft, mixing your arousal and her precum together. “Daddy please don’t tease” you whined pushing your hips back in an attempt to get her to enter your cunt. “Oh fuck sweetheart okay, daddy’s gonna fuck your sweet pussy so good” she muttered before slipping into your tight little hole. “Oh fuck daddy you’re so big” you mewled feeling her stretching your walls out. “Oh fuck me you’re so fucking tight angel, you’re practically suffocating my cock” Larissa whimpered trying to give you a few moments to process the intrusion. “Please god please, god move” you mewled only to be cut off by your own cry. Thank god for soundproofed walls. Larissa was extremely talented with her newly shifted anatomy, so good in fact, you were losing your touch on everything but her. The speed, the strength and how she hit that very spot inside your velvety fluttering walls causing you to whine and mewl taking everything she was giving like a common whore. “Such a pretty little thing for me aren’t you sweetheart, fuck daddy’s gonna cum”
"Oh god please Ris, please fuck fill me” you mewled, clenching your pelvic muscles to tighten your walls around her shaft. That was all it took for Larissa to paint your fluttering walls with her seed causing you to cum around her cock with a cry of pleasure. By the time you both came down from your highs you were very flushed and both gasping for air. “That was a very happy ending sweetheart, exactly what I needed, thank you” she murmured pressing a sweet kiss to your lips and starting to help you redress before going to redress herself. After a few breaths to calm yourself you mumbled to Larissa to find you at the counter when she was ready before slipping out of the room.
“So either that room is really hot or you convinced miss beautiful tall goddess to have a happy ending” Jen teased seeing your flushed face. “Oh shush you, how was Marilyn?” you muttered nudging your co worker, hoping to distract her from Larissa and you. “Mari is great, got her number and stuff” she murmured to you before nudging you to alert you to Larissa and Marilyn’s presence. “So ladies that’s all the payments sorted, would you like your receipt” you murmured after taking Larissa’s payment. “Please” was all Larissa offered to you while not taking her eyes off of you. You quickly scribbled your number down on the receipt before handing it to her with a subtle wink. Truly, you would never have thought that your job would bring you someone as magnificent as Larissa Weems.
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How To Woo A Hot Principal
Chapter 1/?: Step 1- Shameless Flirting
Summary: Working at the weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-worked. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.
But truly, when it came it Larissa Weems, who could blame you?
I’m just in love with Larissa Weems and a silly bitch. I hope you enjoy ✨🦐
Chapter 2
Cross posted to AO3 Here
HTWAHP Masterlist
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“Just because I like older women does not mean I’m a homewrecker.”
“Huh, interesting.”
“You’re telling me you’ve known me for three months now and this whole time you thought I was out here waiting to ruin a marriage?”
“In my defence-“
“I can’t believe this, I thought we were friends Kingston. Now I have to rethink everything.” You sighed, dramatically.
“You’re the most dramatic person I’ve ever met.” He chuckles.
You slap him with your cloth, scoffing at his comment before going back to cleaning the coffee machine.
You had been in Jericho for a total of three and a half months. It was a quaint little town, a bit hyper-focused on their pilgrim ancestry but not the worst small town you’d experienced. You had been working at the Weathervane since you’d arrived, enjoying the routine it provided and the socializing. That was where you had met James Kingston (A British man disguised as a regular person in your professional opinion. I mean what kind of name is James Kingston anyway?). The two of you had become fast friends, partly due to the work you did and partly because he found you hilarious and you found him tolerable. (this is a lie, you love him dearly.)
Working as a barista meant you got to know most of the residents of Jericho quite quickly. Some you found infinitely more interesting than others.
“Oh look its your lady crush.” James comments, wheezing when you whip around from what you were doing to stare out the window.
“Shut up, I just- I respect a woman in power that’s all.”
“Oh I’m sure its all respect in that filthy brain of yours when you think of her.”
“Fuck off.” You laughed, hurrying to the register when you saw her coming through the door.
“Good morning miss Weems.” You greeted, doing your best to shut your heart up and give her a relatively normal smile.
“How many times have I told you to call me Larissa darling.” She smiles, much to the chagrin of your heart-calming plans.
“She’s a bit slow this one.” James jokes, earning him a swift kick on the shin.
“Your usual, Larissa?” You ask.
She nods, chuckling at the two of you before moving to sit at one of the booths. Larissa came around often enough, usually in the mornings, you assumed before the academy day officially started. Sometimes she’d come around after dropping one of the students at Dr Kinbotts. You lived for the times she stopped by, almost always kicking James off the register if he was stationed there just to talk to her. So yes, you had a massive crush on the woman. But honestly? Who could blame you? She was a goddess among you mere mortals and you were simply relishing in her heavenly presence when you could.
Christ, you were a useless gay.
You finished making her usual, quickly doodling a small flower next to her name before taking it to her. You place it down on the table with a flourish, bowing dramatically.
“Your coffee my fair lady.”
She chuckles, shaking her head at your antics before standing, coffee in hand.
“Thank you, y/n. You always make my mornings delightful.” She hums, squeezing your arm as she leaves.
You watch as she goes, a dreamy smile on your face, before proudly strutting back behind the counter. James giggles at you earning him yet another smack with the towel.
The rest of your day is pretty mundane. Dr Kinbott stops by at around 12 for her usual. The sheriff comes around and gets an Americano to go (You suspect he’s actually just checking on Tyler.) Throughout the day you’re giddy thanks to Larissa. You often find yourself daydreaming about what it would be like to see her more often. You think perhaps you might actually implode if she were to ever have more than a two-minute conversation with you. You finish up the day with Tyler, letting him leave before closing up. All in all, a regular day in Jericho.
You were working your regular Saturday shift when Larissa arrived, looking rather upset. She placed her order and sat down at a booth, pulling out her laptop and getting to work. You made sure to put a little extra sugar in her coffee and grabbed one of the choc chip cookies before bringing it to her. You placed it down on her table, earning a mumbled thanks as she picked up the coffee. It took her a moment to notice the cookie, but when she did she glanced up at you questioningly.
“It’s on the house. You look like you’re having a shitty day so I thought you could use a little something to make your day a bit better.” You smiled, clasping your hands behind your back.
“You really are too kind to me,” she mumbled, taking a sip of her coffee.
“Pffft, Nah. You deserve it.” You brushed her off. You took a moment before speaking again. “I know we don’t know each other that well but uh if you want to talk I’m here. And I can give brilliant commentary, no advice though, I’d probably encourage murder or something equally illegal.”
She laughs, covering her mouth with her hand. You think her laugh might be one of your favourite sounds.
“That’s very sweet, but aren’t you busy with your work?” she asks.
At that, you throw your apron off and over your shoulder and sit down across from her.
“Galpin’s pretty competent, plus he owes me one anyway. So spill.”
She considers you for a moment, before heaving a sigh.
“The academy is receiving a new student next week.” She starts. “Which under usual circumstances would be fantastic, however, this student happens to be the daughter of… an ex-paramour of mine.” She mumbles, almost drawing in on herself.
“Did they do something awful that made you break up with them?” you ask.
“No actually, uh she broke up with me…for the man that is now her husband.”
You stare at her for a moment, mouth agape.
“You’re telling me someone chose to walk away from you? But you’re- I mean you’re gorgeous and smart and- was she blind?? Was she dumb?? I mean obviously, she was but… what.”
She chuckles at your outburst, cheeks flushing slightly.
“Yes, well, they seem very happy together. And I’m sure she’ll rub that in my face in some offhand way. And she’ll make jokes about me marrying my job because ‘no one else would want me’ which I-I mean it’s not- that’s not why I’m so devoted to the school!”
“She sounds like a bitch.” You comment, “I can throw hot coffee at her if that’ll make you feel better?”
“You’re very sweet but that’s assault darling.”
“I’d literally kill a man for you no questions asked, assault is nothing.”
She chuckles, swatting at your arm before sighing again and dropping her head into her hands.
“Well, look, I don’t know who your ex is, the stupid bitch, but you have become a talented, successful, absolutely gorgeous woman. So, no matter what happened between you or what she does whenever you see her, know that she’s just a jealous, silly old hag who could never be half as brilliant as you are.”
She stares at you at that, her eyes bright. You wait for her to say something, feeling yourself get more nervous the longer she stays silent. You play with your fingers, thinking perhaps you went too far and have now fucked any and all chances of having even a friendship with this gorgeous woman.
You stand up, pull your apron back on and do your best not to overthink every word you’ve said.
“Uhm, sorry, have-have a great day Larissa.” You mumble turning to walk away.
Suddenly she grabs your wrist, stopping you and turning you around. She stands up, towering over you. She looks down at you, a dazzling smile on her face. And then, by the gods, she bends down and presses a kiss to your cheek, and hot fucking damn you almost spontaneously combust on the spot. You stare up at her, awestruck and definitely blushing madly.
“Thank you, y/n” she smiles. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
And with that, she squeezes your wrist, giving you a dazzling smile and leasing the coffee shop. You watch after her like a lovesick puppy, heart racing.
You’re absolutely whipped for this woman.
Larissa didn’t come around for the next few days. But you knew she was a busy woman, she had things to do. You definitely weren’t considering changing your name and fleeing the country thinking she now didn’t want to see your face again after what you said and her thanking you was just because she felt awkward. Definitely not.
You found yourself glancing out the window every five minutes or perking up whenever the bell above the door would ring, only to deflate when it wasn’t Larissa walking in. You were busy wiping down one of the tables when James appeared at your side.
“My bestie in Christ, you know I love you, but you currently look like an abandoned puppy.”
“I do not,” you scoff.
“Sure, sure... Oh hey, Larissa!”
You whip around faster than you’ve ever moved in your life, coming face to face with an empty doorway. You scowl as you hear James wheeze next to you.
“Don’t forget we work with hot coffee. And accidents happen, Kingston.”
He laughs at your threat, patting your shoulder as he heads back to the counter. You continue working for a while before James pipes up again.
“Oh damn. Good morning miss Weems.”
“That’s it, give me the boiling water I’m giving you the wicked witch of the west treatment.”
“Now why would you be burning your friend at the mention of my name?” a velvet voice speaks from behind you.
You spin around on the spot, gaping at the woman behind you. There she stands, all tall and gorgeous and dreamy. You feel yourself blushing as you try to stand straighter and lean on the table you were cleaning. Unfortunately, you did such a great job that you slip and all but fall on your ass. You’re tempted once again to throw boiling water on James as he cackles at you. Larissa, the kind goddess she is, rushes over and offers you a hand.
When she pulls you up you realize you greatly underestimated how close she would be as you’re now toe to toe with her, staring up at her, cheeks aflame. She smiles down at you, her hand still holding yours as her other arm settles on your waist. You’re barely breathing at this point and then she has the audacity to flash you the cutest smile.
You take your chance to take her in up close, knowing you’ll probably never get this close to the goddess ever again. You notice the crow’s feet at the edge of her eyes and the slight bags under them she tried to hide with makeup. You also notice she smells absolutely fucking divine, you can’t quite pinpoint what it is but it suits her so well. You know you’re staring and you should stop, but you can’t help it.
“You should be more careful, sweetheart.” She murmurs, her eyes sparkling. “I wouldn’t want my favourite barista getting hurt.”
You’re still gaping at her, your brain turned to mush at the way she spoke, low and velvety. You open your mouth to speak but can’t seem to find anything clever to say, for once. Something she takes full advantage of.
“What’s wrong darling? Cat got your tongue?” she whispers, and oh god is she getting closer? She looks closer.
You’re startled back into the waking world when James accidentally drops something, the loud clanging making you jump back from the woman in front of you, heart racing and body flushed. Larissa drops her hands from their hold on you, stepping back slightly. You internally whimper at the loss of her touch and then immediately internally scold yourself for being so uselessly gay.
“So uh, how-how has everything been? I haven’t uh seen you around lately.” You commented, sliding behind the counter and getting started on her drink.
“It’s certainly been an eventful few days, to say the least.“ she sighed, leaning onto the counter.
“Well, you were dearly missed at our humble café.” You remark, placing her drink in front of her.
She chuckles at that taking a sip of her drink before letting out a relaxed sigh.
“God I could’ve used this yesterday.”
“The drink or my riveting conversation?” you joke.
“Perhaps both.” She hums.
“Well, I mean we could always deliver to your office on the days you can’t get here.” James offers, grinning at you.
“Oh no, I wouldn’t want to cause any trouble-” Larissa starts.
“It wouldn’t be any trouble at all. Isn’t that right?” he comments elbowing you suggestively.
“Oh! No of course it would- I would be honoured- I mean it would be my pleasure Larissa really.” You manage, giddy at the prospect of delivering her coffee every day.
“Really you don’t have to go through any extra fuss for me we have coffee at Nevermore so I-“
“You’re worth the fuss though.” You say, and then immediately want to shoot yourself for speaking aloud.
Silence falls between the three of you, Larissa looking shocked, James at a loss and you mentally preparing what to put on your tombstone. It’s a while before Larissa speaks.
“Well, when you put it like that how can I say no hm?”
“So, I get to deliver you coffee every day?” you grin, tapping the counter a few times in excitement.
“If that’s what you want, sweetheart. You can bring it to my office, I’ll expect you before nine.” She hums, turning to leave.
“Yes ma’am! I won’t let you down” you respond, giving her a mock salute.
She chuckles, waving at you and waits a fucking second did she just fucking wink at you?? Oh, Jesus on skates your life just keeps getting better and better. As soon as she’s outside and gone from view you all but squeal, throwing yourself at James.
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My Neighbor Lady (NSFW)
Characters: Larissa Weems x F!Reader
Synopsis: You are stuck in a failing marriage and your husband takes you on a work trip. Your only solace is the fact that your beautiful neighbor seems to have eyes for you.
Authors Note: Thank you to the GCG for helping me come up with this brilliant idea for a fic.
Truthfully, you couldn't understand why he chose to hold on to your marriage. He kept assuring you that this trip would be a chance to rekindle your relationship, but then when you are left alone together, he completely ignored you.
Each day when he left for work, you would retire to the pool, enjoying a book and trying to forget about your reality. Well, that was until a black car pulled up and her tall frame stepped from it. She looked like a pin-up from the 1950s. She was an utter dream with her red lips and cream-colored fitted dresses.
You licked your lips when she bent over, leaning into the trunk. She was so beautiful you couldn't help but stare and watch her take her bags in the cabin. She came back out to the car, a final time to grab her purse, and she glanced up at you. She noticed your staring as you sat by the pool and she gave you a small smile before heading back inside her new temporary residence.
You move to lay on your stomach, looking to get an even tan. The book wasn't nearly as interesting as the thought of that beautiful woman. Not a thought of your husband passed through your mind. You were too busy thinking about that body. Her legs. That Ass.
A shadow blocked the sun from your book, interrupting you not reading it. "Excuse me."
You look up and there she is. The sun seems to halo around her and you wondered for a moment if she was an angel towering above you. Your mouth gapes open and you lean up on your elbows to get a better look at her. She is wearing a sheer swimsuit cover but you can easily see her beautiful pale body underneath. Her legs seemed to lead all the way up to heaven.
She noticed you admiring her body and she cleared her throat to gain your attention, "I'm new here. My name is Larissa. Can I sit by you?"
You finally look up to her face and, of course, she is even more beautiful up close. You watch her closely as she takes a seat on the lounge chair next to you. She pulls the swimsuit cover over her head and soon you are leering again.
Larissa folds up her coverup and soon notices you staring once more, "Um, what might your name be?"
You shake your head and push yourself into a sitting position, so you could actually have a polite conversation with this gorgeous woman, "Sorry, I was... distracted. I'm Y/n. I live across the street there. "
"Lovely. I'm glad to see we will be neighbors." You watch as her eyes drift from your face down your body. Larissa made it obvious she was staring at your breasts, hips, and legs. You watch as her tongue wets her lips, her gaze returning to meet yours, "So what do you do for fun around here?"
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The next day you began thinking about Larissa as soon as you woke up. Your husband getting ready in the bathroom was an afterthought. Last night was wonderful with her. You had shared a bottle of wine and chatted intimately, getting to know one another. You even spilled the woah's of your marriage with her and she began sharing the frustrations of her career.
Larissa was initiating contact all evening with her hand touching your arm or leg as she laughed. When she walked you to the door of her cabin, her hand was pressed to the small of your back. She leaned down and whispered in your ear as you left, "I hope we can have even more fun tomorrow."
You double and triple checked your appearance before you met Larissa out by the pool. She was resting in a pool float when you arrived. Her eyes were covered by large sunglasses and she had one leg resting in the water. Even though it was early in the morning, the temperatures were already soaring. You stared at her from the edge of the pool, licking your lips at the sight of all of her exposed skin.
"Stop staring and get in." Her words are utterly relaxed but you felt the anxiety shoot through you. She always seemed to catch you when you were staring. Leaving your belongings on a lounge chair, you take a seat at the edge of the pool near Larissa.
You stop yourself from audibly sucking in a breath when she moves her float closer to you, placing a hand on your knee to keep herself close. Her thumb moving gently in circles. You mouth ran dry and you wondered if you were going to be faint. You felt a ache between your legs that you knew you would have to take care of when you went home.
That wasn't all. Her hand crept higher, stopping about mid thigh and she spoke to you so casually, "You know, I saw this little cafe when I was driving here. Maybe we could grab lunch there today."
"Mhmm." You took and deep breath and leaned back on your hands, trying to ignore how wet you were becoming from her manicured hand that lingered on your leg. The images of Larissa pulling your bathing suit to the side, her fingers dipping in and out of you, perhaps she owned a sex toy she could-
"Y/n, are you even listening to me?" She sat up in her float, moving her other leg off the side so she could face you. She balanced herself with her second hand on your other other thigh. Could you cum without her even touching you sexually?
You open your mouth to speak but no words come out. Instead you just choose to nod and hum, feigning like you were paying attention.
"Am I making you nervous?" Her hands moved higher and you felt your pussy throb at how close her long fingers were to your heat. You felt her hands move down again, her fingers grasping your knees and shifting your legs apart. Your breathing was heavy and you glance around, making sure that no one was looking, "I see the way you look at me."
You glance back down at her and she had slipped off her float, standing in front of you. You had forgotten how tall she actually was. Her hands leave your thighs and she props her head on her hands, her elbows resting between your legs.
She kept going, "Would you like to kiss me?"
Her bottom lip is between her teeth. She slowly releases her lip and her mouth opens ever so slightly and you see her tongue twisting in her mouth, teasing you. You still hadn't spoken, so she backed off a bit, sliding away from you and backing into the pool, "Maybe you should join me in the water..."
You didn't have to be told twice. You slid in the pool not caring if it seemed like you were chasing after her.
"Eager are we." She moved towards you as soon as your body hit the water. Larissa gathered you in her arms and you were pressed against the edge of the pool, her leg coming up between your legs. Her hands wrapped around your middle and your mouth was now a watering at the feeling of her breasts against yours.
"Please..." You could only make out the one word. You wanted her terribly.
Her face moved closer, leaving an inch of space that she expected you to close. You did without hesitation. Her lips were incredibly soft and you were ready to deepen the kiss immediately. You moaned into her mouth and moved your hands to the sides of her head to kiss her deeply.
Truly, you didn't even know this woman, but you were ready to be on your hands and knees before her. You couldn't help yourself when you ground your hips down on her thigh. The aching between your legs was becoming unbearable.
Larissa parted the kiss with a delighted hum, "Oh, do you need something from me, baby? Is that silly husband of yours not giving you what you need?"
You take the moment to look up and around the pool again, hoping no one was watching or listening, "I want you... Fuck me, please..."
Her hand slipped between you and she began playing with your clit under the water. Now you began moving your hips against her hand, knowing that it wasn't going to take much for you to cum. You were on edge just from her touch.
"Can you imagine what I could do to you with that vibrator I have back in my room? I would love to see you writhing on my sheets. Or should I sit on that pretty face?" She growls in your ear, her fingers working even quicker against you. Your hips jerk against her hand in response, knowing your orgasm was drawing near.
"Yes, please... I want all of it... I want all of you..." You gasped, trying to keep yourself quiet. Larissa loved your words and she wanted all of you as well.
You came with a muffled scream, burying yourself into Larissa's shoulder and keeped your jaw shut to prevent your voice from carrying.
"Perhaps we should continue this at my cabin." Larissa whispered in your ear as you gripped her tight, still coming down off your orgasm. Once you had this taste of Larissa, you knew you would need more. You wanted to hear her moans. You wanted to feel more of her touch.
That day you skipped lunch and dinner in exchange for eating Larissa. Once you were in her cabin, she closed her bedroom door and pushed you to the bed, stripping you of your bathing suit. She pulled the ties of her bikini and the pieces of fabric went falling to the floor.
Everything about your sex was so unabashed and uninhibited. You basked in the feeling of her body against yours. For the time you were with her, you forgot of your ailing marriage. you could only think of the way her long fingers slid in and out of you or relish in the fact that lipstick stains would cover your body.
She walked you through giving her head. Larissa tasted devine and her moans were even better. You were even proud of yourself when you gave her two orgasms on your first go around. Afterwords, you lay in each other's arms, basking in the after sex glow when you realized it must be getting late, "What time is it?"
Larissa turned from you, picking up the watch she had discarded onto the nightstand, "Almost 7pm."
"Oh, dear. My husband is home from work. I have to go." You gathered your bathing suit and pulled the cold and wet fabric against your body. Next you, wrapped your towel around yourself.
As you dressed yourself, Larissa sat up in bed her words and hands trying to stop you, "Do you really have to? You didn't go back home until 10 last night..."
"Yes! I don't need him being suspicious. I already stayed too late."
Her hand caught the fabric of the towel, pulling you closer to her. You gave in and bent down to give her a final kiss. Larissa smiled and murmured against your lips, "You are covered in my lipstick..."
You gasp and pull yourself from her grasp, heading towards the bathroom to clean yourself up. Larissa tries stopping you once more as you head to the front door, pressing her lips to yours. The old married couple a house down watched you do the walk of shame from Larissa's cabin. Old Luci and Em rocked in their chairs and smirked as they knew what you had been up to with Larissa.
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Life Eternal (last part)
Can you feel me longing for you forever and ever?
Larissa Weems x Fem!reader
A/N: Well, this story has finally come to an end. Thank you to everyone who’s been following since chapter one, I loved reading your comments of pure anguish and despair. It took me a (long) while to decide how I wanted to end this fic, I hope you’ll enjoy reading it. Here’s the song mentioned in this chapter, which I recommend listening to (I swear I’m not trying to turn y’all into The Cure fans…unless…). Thank you again, enjoy!<3
AO3 link in title
She couldn’t know. It was impossible, you knew it was impossible for someone to remember once their memories had been erased. Unless… No. No, this was just fate messing with you, it was life sticking its middle finger right into your face.
You should have declined. You should have pushed the drink away and get out of the bar. But you didn’t. If life wanted to mess with you, then so be it. What did you have to lose, anyway? Larissa didn’t remember you.
So you found yourself picking up the glass, your legs moving on their own accord as you walked towards the tall woman.
“Hey!“ You pushed a small smile as you sat down on the stool next to hers.
“Hey, I’m Larissa!” She offered her hand and you shook it, introducing yourself in return.
“I don’t do this very often,” she said, gesturing around with her hand. “Going out to bars, I mean. It’s not that I don’t want to, but I don’t have much free time with my work. And I’m rambling now.” she chuckled softly. “I suppose what I’m trying to say is that I didn’t know if this was the right approach, buying you a drink. That’s what people used to do when I was younger.”
“Well, a free drink is always welcome.” You joked. “Unless it’s from some creepy old man. In which case, it’s never welcome.”
Larissa laughed, hiding her mouth behind her hand like she always did.
“Tell me more about you.” You said as if there was anything she could tell you that you didn’t know already.
You listened to the tall woman telling you about her life, your chin resting on your hand. You could feel yourself melt at the passion and the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about her work at Nevermore. She told you it was a school for outcasts and asked if you knew what that meant, to which you simply nodded and took a sip of your drink.
It had always been hypnotising, the way she moved her hands around as she talked. Her mouth spread in a wide smile as she told you about the last Outreach Day, her crooked bottom teeth peeking out from behind her lip. You almost wished you had found a way to erase your memory too, just so you could fall in love with her all over again.
“Jericho, you said?” You tilted your head. “It’s a bit far from here, isn’t it? You don’t have nice bars over there?”
“Well, to be completely honest, a former student recommended me this place. She said it was quiet and it would do me some good to be away from Nevermore, at least for a weekend while it’s the summer break.”
A former student, of course. Enid. I swear you won’t live to see another full moon, you traitorous fur-bag.
“I never thought I’d be taking recommendations from Wednesday Addams. But here I am, and I’m glad I did!”
Wednesday?!
You choked on your drink, turning away from Larissa as you coughed a few times.
“Are you alright?” Larissa’s hand gently rubbed your back and you had to close your eyes for a second, her electrifying touch sending a jolt through your veins.
You nodded and cleared your throat, almost letting out a whine at the loss of the woman’s warm hand on your back.
“I’ve been rambling about myself for half an hour, how about you tell me more about yourself ?” Larissa emptied her glass and gestured for the bartender to pour her another one.
“There isn’t much to say about me, really. I finished high school six years ago and tried university but it wasn’t for me. Currently working at a small coffee shop downtown but god knows how long that will last. I’m sorry, I’m not as interesting as you are.” You shook your head and looked down.
And then her hand was on yours, giving you a gentle squeeze that had your breath hitching in your throat.
“Don’t say that. It’s not easy to find what makes us vibrate, what makes us want to get out of bed in the morning. Everything takes time.” She gave your hand another squeeze before letting go. “And do you come here often?”
“I suppose it depends on what you call often? Once a week, usually.” You shrugged, realising how pathetic that sounded.
“And you come here looking for…?”
“I’m not even sure, to be honest. I guess I come here trying to forget some things. It doesn’t help though, and I keep coming back like an imbecile.”
“Mm, trying to mend a broken heart then?” Larissa’s fingers carefully took hold of your chin and raised your head so you’d look at her.
You were grateful for the song changing in the background right at that moment. You could tell Larissa immediately recognised it, as you did, by the way her eyes widened.
“I love The Cure!” She said, her ruby lips stretching in a wide smile.
I know. I haven’t forgotten.
“So do I!”
Truth was, you hadn’t listened to them in over a year. But of course one of their songs would play right when Larissa found her way back to you.
So, we meet again and I offer my hand
All dry and English slow
Larissa offered you her slender hand to take and you didn’t think twice before grabbing it, letting the woman pull you towards the small dance floor.
And you look at me and I understand
Yeah it's a look I used to know
Three long years and your favorite man
Is that any way to say hello?
And you hold me like you'll never let me go
You were hypnotised, entranced by the way she danced to the music. You had asked her once if she had always been so diligent and she had nodded, telling you that she’d always been a studious and dedicated student except for the few times where her roommate had managed to drag her to a bar downtown.
You imagined a younger Larissa, drink in hand and dancing to some new wave song with her roommate. Is that where she had learnt to dance like this?
Larissa spun you around and wrapped her arms around you from behind, pulling you flush against her body.
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you so much
The older woman whispered the lyrics near your ear, the hair on your neck sticking up as her breath hit your skin. You wondered then if she knew. If by some miracle - or curse - she had found a way to remember.
You couldn’t resist closing your eyes and letting Larissa sway you from side to side, her arms tightly wrapped around your body and her lips dangerously close to your pulse point.
But how many times can I walk away and wish, if only
How many times can I talk this way and wish, if only
Keep on making the same mistake
Keep on aching the same heartbreak
I wish if only, but if only is a wish too late
It pained you how accurate it all was. How many times you wished you had told her the truth. How many times you regretted running away, making the same mistakes again and again. You wished, if only.
The song came to an end and Larissa held you a little longer before eventually letting go, spinning you around and biting her lip as the two of you locked eyes.
“I think I’d like to go home with you.” She whispered, the dim light doing nothing to hide the blush that crept on her cheeks.
Oh. Oh.
“Larissa, I don’t think…Fuck-“ You rubbed your hand over your face, trying to find the right words.
“Oh, god. I misread the signs, didn’t I? I’m sorry, I really did think you were interested-“
“I am!” You cut her off. “You didn’t misread anything, I’m interested. It’s just-“
“It’s the age gap, right?” It was her turn to cut you off. “Listen, I can make myself appear younger.” She blurted out “I told you about Nevermore. I’m an outcast too, a shapeshifter.”
“What?!” You scoffed. As if you would ever want her to shapeshift into anything else than what she was right now.
Larissa’s eyes widened and she froze looking like a deer caught in the headlights. She had told you too much. She shouldn’t have mentioned her abilities, you looked absolutely horrified about her admission.
“Come with me.” You said, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the door.
Larissa had just enough time to reach her arm out and catch her bag from the stool as you pulled her outside.
“I don’t live too far, we’ll walk. The fresh air will do us some good.” You said, walking down the street with Larissa by your side.
You were halfway to your house when you realised that you had not let go of her hand, that her fingers were still intertwined with yours and she didn’t seem to mind. It felt so right to be walking home with Larissa, holding hands like lovers did. And yet you couldn’t ignore the dreadful feeling of guilt that pulled in your stomach. It wasn’t right to do this, to lie to her like you were doing right now. What if this went too far? You couldn’t take advantage of her like this, you would never.
“I hope it’s not too messy inside.” You joked awkwardly as you unlocked your front door and pushed it open. “You can take your shoes off if you’d like, I can’t imagine it’s comfortable to walk around in heels all day long.”
The woman nodded and slipped out of her shoes, placing them by the door. She followed you deeper into your flat and looked around, smiling at the decor.
“It’s cozy.” She said. “It looks like you, very fitting.”
“Thanks, I guess?” You chuckled and watched her sit down on your couch as you poured two glasses of water.
“So…” She started when you sat down next to her, placing the glasses on the table. “I don’t usually do this. I already told you that I don’t go out much, nor do I have sex with people I’ve just met, but there’s something about you…”
Larissa’s hand had landed on your knee and moved higher as she spoke, her fingertips rubbing soothing circles on your thigh. She moved her free hand to cup your cheek and pulled you closer, finally allowing herself to press her lips on the expense of your neck.
“Fuck-“ you breathed out, feeling your willpower slipping through your fingers.
You had dreamt of this moment for so long, imagined her lips on your skin so many times. All you had ever wanted was there in your arms, years of yearning and longing finally being rewarded. But you couldn’t let it happen, and you knew it.
“Larissa-“ You carefully held onto her shoulders and gently pushed her away from you.
Don’t look at me like that, please. If only you knew. You’re all I’ve ever wanted, and you’re all I can never have.
“We can’t! I can’t…Trust me, Larissa, you don’t want to do this with me.” You said looking into her eyes, hoping she would accept it without further explanation.
“You don’t know what I want.” Larissa breathed out and the next second her lips were crashing onto yours.
The world around you faded into oblivion as you tasted Larissa’s lips and she tasted yours. You eventually dared to reach for her, your hand craving to hold onto her waist when the older woman suddenly recoiled as if she had been burnt.
And you could immediately tell by the look on her face that she remembered. She desperately searched for your eyes, silently seeking an answer to the memories that had just gushed into her mind.
“I can explain.” You whispered, holding your hands out in front of you.
Larissa’s body visibly tensed and for a second you thought she was about to scream at you, half expecting her to slap you as well. But that wasn’t Larissa. She had never raised her voice at you, you weren’t even sure she had it in her. Instead, the woman opened her arms and pulled you in a tight hug that had you burst into sobs.
“I’m so, so sorry-“ you sobbed loudly, slumping into Larissa’s arms and gripping onto the fabric of her blouse to keep her close.
Larissa stayed quiet, her chest heaving up and down as she buried her face in the crook of your neck, trying to process the thousands of thoughts and emotions that ran through her.
“We should have talked this out.” She eventually said when you had calmed down.
She pulled away from you and brushed your tears away with the pad of her thumb.
“I was so scared to lose you.” You admitted, your lips dangerously wobbling once again. “I was so scared that you would forever be disgusted by my feelings for you, that you would kick me out of your life. I was horrified that you might think our friendship was based on lies, because it wasn’t! You were the most important person in my life. I was so terrified at the thought of losing you that I willingly chose to evict myself from your life, and your memory.”
Tears dropped from Larissa’s eyes and rolled down her cheeks, ending their path on the woman’s lips. She shook her head a little and cupped your cheek.
“Your feelings for me are anything but disgusting, do you hear me?” She said. “You should have let me speak, perhaps you would have found that my feelings weren’t very far from yours.” Larissa admitted, fighting against the little voice in her mind screaming how unprofessional this was.
“Are you saying-“ Your mouth dropped open and you were unable to say anything else.
“Yes, I am.” Larissa nodded. “I know I shouldn’t, you used to be my student and I was your principal. I feel like this could be seen as me taking advantage of you, and I would never want anyone to think that.”
“You’re not! You’re not taking advantage of me, Larissa. You have never, not once, said or done anything inappropriate. Please-“ you pleaded and took her hands into yours.
“Why do I remember? I thought erasing memories was irreversible, so why did it all come back?” Larissa asked, eyebrows knitted together.
“It is irreversible, unless…” You chuckled and shook your head. “Look, there isn’t any non-cheesy way to say this so I’ll just say it. It’s irreversible unless you receive a true love’s kiss. I know how corny that sounds, trust me.”
“So that means…”
“That your soul and mine belong together, yes. But it doesn’t mean it has to happen. You will still be able to find love somewhere else, to fall for someone who isn’t me. All it means is that your soul matches mine.” You explained, readying yourself for rejection.
“I would be a fool to find my soulmate and decide to run from them, don’t you think?” Larissa whispered, her lips pulling in a small smile. “If you’re still interested in me, in being with me…”
“Yes, yes of course I am!” You answered without needing to think about it. “We will take it as slow as you want.”
“As slow as I want? I was practically throwing myself at you all night long.” Larissa laughed, a blush creeping up her chest and face.
“Yeah, well, it feels nice to know I’m the kind of woman you’re interested in.” You grinned and she gently nudged you before pulling you into another hug.
“I love you, Larissa.” You whispered in her ear, her arms squeezing you a little tighter.
“I know,” she said. “I love you too.”
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The first rays of sunshine seeped through your curtains, hitting you straight in the face. You slowly blinked awake and turned your head to avoid the light, smiling at the sight of the woman asleep next to you.
Naked, with her mouth slightly agape and her silver curls spread on her pillow, Larissa was a vision.
Your eyes fell on the golden band that adorned her ring finger, which matched yours. You still had no idea how you had gotten lucky enough to call a woman like her your wife.
You closed your eyes, lips spreading in a soft smile as you recalled your wedding first dance. You had held onto each other, as you always did, and gently swayed along to the music, your lips near her ear whispering the lyrics.
Can you hear me say your name forever?
Can you see me longing for you forever?
Would you let me touch your soul forever?
Can you feel me longing for you forever and ever?
If you had life eternal?
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Can I request a Larissa weems x non-binary reader enemies to lovers fic? R is the new English that the board hired but Larissa doesn't like them and was very against the hiring because she didn't like r's vibes (aka is extremely attracted to them and doesn't want another gomez situation).
This leads to lots of snarky comments and public debates/intellectual sparring matches (which leads to actual sparring matches) also little things which r knows Larissa hates (and vise versa) like quoting book passages at her.
Eventually it gets to the point where Larissa is sitting in on all r's classes because she “doesn't trust” their teaching as it's known to be more unconventional (cue r asking Larissa questions about the course rather than the students).
The students (mainly Enid and Wednesday cause they ship it) have had enough of their bickering (which is clearly flirting) and one day lock them in the classroom together telling them they aren't letting them go until they work out whatever silly rivalry they have with each other. This leads to a confession from Larissa that she finds r attractive and she doesn't actually hate them which r laughs at because they knew the whole time and was using it as a way to flirt with Larissa because she looks so adorable angry and because they like a partner who intellectually challenges them.
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Larissa Weems x reader
A/n: larissa brainrot GO!
Warnings: none
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Saying that larissa weems had nothing personal against you would be a blatant lie. It was very personal.
She hadn’t agreed to hiring you but you were a direct board hire. She hated many things about this. One, she didn’t have control over the situation. Two, there was something about you that set her off. Three, you were attractive, so attractive.
You plagued everything inch of her mind and she hated every second of it. Larissa barely tolerated you, being around you made her feel things she didn’t want to feel. And oh she made it known that she didn’t like you, the staff, students, hell even parents knew. Nobody could pinpoint why, you were a good teacher and certainly loved by all.
Larissa went as far as to join your lessons, claiming it was to revise your work since you were known to be a little unconventional, she wanted to know how your class worked. Which turned into a back and fourth of you both trying to catch eachother fail or be short on information, this carried on until the end of the class and did not go unnoticed by the students.
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This was becoming the norm. Every day the two of you would go back and fourth. Every week she found something to call you into her office for. Every month she sat in class, which she actually found to be very entertaining but would never admit.
You got under eachothers skin like no other, and everyone could see it. And this constant bickering of yours caught the eye of your students, more specifically, Enid and (hesitantly) Wednesday.
One day after class, all the students made their way out but like always Larissa stayed behind, she always had a petty remark or a look to give and you lived for every single one. What you didn’t notice was the two plotting girls standing outside the door, not until you heard it slam shut.
Larissa sighed, assuming maybe it was a misbehaving student trying to gain attention or be funny. That is until she tried to push the door open and it wouldn’t budge. Then Wednesdays voice chimed in.
“You two are gonna stay in here until you figure out and solve whatever issues you have with eachother, Enids blocking the door, so you really have no choice.” You scoffed. “Since when do you care about anything, ever, Wednesday.”
“I don’t, it’s just interesting to study you both and I’m looking for a muse for my writing. Also Enid cares, and I’m being forced.” That last part was a lot more quiet, Larissa gave you an unamused look and sat on your desk.
Smiling, you sat across from her. “So٫ Larissa Weems, what 𝙞𝙨 your issue with me?"
“Are you truly giving in to their antics?” you noticed Larissa actively trying to avoid you. You stood and walked up to her.
“Mhm, if you have any better ideas please do suggest! I don’t know about you but being locked up in a room that’s not my own isn’t my favorite pastime. I’d like to get out of here, and I actually want to know what your problem is.”
You noticed the blush spreading across Larissa’s face and she cleared her throat avoiding your gave, opting to look down at her hands instead.
“It is near impossible for me to know how to act around you.” She was quiet, barely speaking loud enough for only you to hear. With a sigh, she continued.
“At first I didn’t like you being around because I had no control over your hire. I’m sure you know I like things being in my control. But I got used to you, I started liking you. How you teach and act I mean you’ve effortlessly gained everyone’s affection. My issue with you is that I like you. Maybe too much.”
You tried to suppress a laugh and failed, making her look at you embarrassed and confused. “I thought you looked cute when you were angry but I think I like you better all flustered.”
Larissa frowned, still not quite grasping what you just admitted.
“Darling, what I’m saying is I like you too. I like that you challenge me constantly and I like how adorable you get when you don’t get your way, I like the care you have for every student, I like you Larissa Weems, even while you try to make my life impossible, maybe even more so because you do.”
She pouted. Strong, intimidating Larissa Weems pouted at you. “You- like me. And actively looked for things you knew would set me off because it’s cute? Unbelievable!”
And with that you took her face in your hands, a smile on your lips. “Like I said, adorable.”
“You are insufferable.” She mumbled, though she couldn’t find it in herself to tear her eyes away from you. “Hm, apparently you quite like that about me too.”
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hiii, I hope you are having a great day!
I was wondering... i know it was hard to write lipstick stain buuut would you consider doing a part 2?
hello, i hope you're having a lovely day as well! a couple people asked if i would write a second part so... here it is! ao3 link is in the title <3
for those who haven't read part one: here's a link (it's also in my masterlist)
content/warnings: Larissa takes reader out on a date - nsfw (dom!larissa), age gap (reader is 21+), sexual shapeshifting, praise kink, alcohol consumption, cunnilingus (reader receiving), corruption kink if you squint?
words: ~4.5k
Lipstick Stains - Pt. 2
Larissa Weems x fem!reader
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Moonlight filtered into the living room of the apartment you shared with your friends, the soft glow a stark contrast to the harsh light coming from the home screen of Netflix that illuminated the television.
You’d somehow managed to field most of your roommate’s questions about your afternoon, wanting to keep the “juicy details”, as Christin put it, to yourself, and soon the topic had moved on to Cassandra’s failing love life, your upcoming midterm exams, and where you would all go for your spring break trip.
Pizza boxes and empty beer bottles were strewn across the coffee table. Christin was nestled in Robin’s arms on the larger of the two couches, Cassandra curled up on the smaller couch, leaving you on a pile of fuzzy blankets on the floor. You didn’t mind - you were wide awake anyway, mind going a mile a minute.
You grabbed your phone from where it layed next to you, beginning to flick through each of your social media apps, hoping for a brief reprieve from the woman that plagued your every thought, from the growing ache between your thighs. The reprieve did not come. Instead, you found your thumb hovering over your contacts app. A quick glance at your roommates told you they were out cold. You scrolled down to the ‘L’s, finding Larissa’s name and opening a new message.
A glance at the time told you it was 1:34 am. There was no way in hell she’d be up. Even if she were… she’d have something better to do, you were sure of it. You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, staring at your phone, thumbs hovering over the screen as you debated whether or not to text her.
A snore to your right brought you out of your daze. You locked your phone, groaning and dropping your head to the floor. What had this woman done to you, in such a short amount of time?
You picked yourself up off the floor, switching off the television and heading out of the living room in the hopes that a cold shower and a decent night's sleep would get your mind off the older woman.
Of course, you were sorely mistaken. You couldn’t get your mind off her, no matter how hard you tried, and by the middle of the week, you couldn’t take it anymore.
You found yourself pacing your room on a Wednesday afternoon, finger hovering once again over Larissa’s contact, typing out and deleting a message over and over again. Everything you came up with sounded so stupid - so juvenile. Perhaps she’d appreciate a phone call instead?
Fuck it. You pressed the ‘call’ button and lifted your phone to your ear, heart beating faster with each passing ring, until it pounded against your ribcage, struggling to break free.
“Larissa Weems?” Her tone was cool, professional, put together - while you felt like you were coming apart at the seams.
“Hi,” you breathed out. “It’s Y/N. You know, from the-”
“I know who you are.” You could practically hear the woman smirk at the other end of the line. “I was wondering when you would call.”
At least she remembers your name? That has to count for something?
“Uh, right. Yeah. I was just wondering how you were doing? And, maybe, if you were free sometime?” You stopped your pacing to shuffle from foot to foot, glancing out the window to watch the cars pass by on the street below.
Larissa’s melodic laugh reached your ear and your stomach flipped pleasantly. “I’m doing well, thank you.”
There was a brief pause in which time seemed to stand still as you wondered what she was thinking, whether she was going to try to let you down gently. And then - “What do you say I take you out to dinner on Friday?”
Dinner? Somehow you’d just been expecting a hook-up, you hadn’t dared hope the woman would show any interest in you beyond relieving some sexual frustration.
“Darling?” You realized with a jolt that Larissa was waiting for a reply.
“Y-yes, of course, I’d love to go out to dinner with you.”
“Wonderful. The earliest I can make is 7, I hope that’s alright.”
“Yeah, that’s fine.” You couldn’t help the victorious grin that was spreading across your face, the butterflies that were erupting in your stomach.
“Where can I pick you up?”
You recited your address and said goodbye to Larissa, barely having hung up the phone before falling back onto your bed and squealing in delight. The panic would set in soon enough when you realized you had no idea where you were going or what you should be wearing.
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Friday came both far too quickly and far too slowly for your liking. Your roommates teased you relentlessly, though they thankfully had the mercy to make themselves scarce when the afternoon of your date with Larissa came upon you.
Robin and Christin excused themselves early to go on a date of their own while Cassandra helped you with your makeup, distracting you with some horror stories of hook-ups with frat boys from her freshman year.
When it was time for you to get dressed, she gave you a quick hug and shut herself in her room, turning Spotify all the way up to give you your space.
6:57 pm. You gave yourself a once-over in the mirror. You’d opted for a long black skirt and a baby blue silk blouse with just the top button undone. Cassandra had done a great job with your makeup - you didn’t usually wear eyeliner, but you had to admit it suited you, drawing attention to your eyes. You hoped Larissa would like it.
Your phone buzzed and you reached for it automatically. Larissa.
“Hi, are you here?”
“I believe so, though the parking here is a little confusing.”
It was your turn to laugh - she was right, the set-up of the student apartment buildings wasn’t very visitor-friendly. “Yeah, sorry about that. I’ll be right down.”
You grabbed your keys and your wallet, stuffing them into a little clutch that you’d dug out of the back of your closet, praying you were dressed fancy enough for wherever Larissa was taking you. She dressed rather expensively and you were sure her taste was no different.
You took the steps two at a time, somehow managing not to twist an ankle in your heeled boots, and scoured the parking lot for your date, finally spotting the woman leaned against a deep blue Rolls Royce at the other end of the lot, busy typing away on her phone.
Your cheeks warmed as you drank in her form. Her dress was silver, off-the shoulder, cinched at the waist. The fabric rippled off her hips like a waterfall, stopping just shy of her ankles. Her hands were gloved and she wore a long coat and heels that added a few inches to her already impressive height. She was stunning - and you were definitely underdressed.
You waved to her as you approached, finally getting her attention. A warm smile spread across her face and she opened the passenger door for you, gesturing for you to get in.
“Chivalrous,” you remarked, a shy smile playing on your lips.
“I can be.” Her hand brushed your shoulder and she threw you a wink before closing your door and heading over to the driver’s side.
Larissa put the car in drive and pulled onto the street, her right hand coming to rest on your thigh. “I’ve taken the liberty of making a reservation at my favorite restaurant, I do hope you’ll enjoy it.”
You swallowed hard as her thumb began to draw slow, lazy circles over the fabric of your skirt. “I’m sure I’ll love it, Larissa.”
The drive was short, less than 10 minutes, and most of it was spent humming along absentmindedly to the radio as Larissa continued her ministrations on your thigh, shooting you a glance every so often.
She pulled into the parking lot of one of the most expensive restaurants in Burlington. You moved to open your own door but Larissa was faster, having maneuvered swiftly around the car and pulled the door open for you. She placed a hand on the small of your back as she led you into the restaurant and a shiver ran up your spine, your skin burning from the contact despite the layers of fabric between the two of you.
You were led to a booth at the back of the restaurant, away from prying eyes. The waiter brought you a pair of menus as well as the wine list, before tilting his head towards you, an apology already formed in his eyes.
“Miss, I apologize but I will have to see your ID.”
Your cheeks burned as you rifled through your purse, while Larissa busied herself with the wine list to hide the smirk forming on her lips.
The waiter checked your ID and, once satisfied, apologized again and left you to peruse the menu.
You looked at the woman across from you and saw her shoulders begin to shake with laughter.
“Hey,” you pouted, searching the table for something you could possibly toss at her to get her to stop giggling. “I’m of age, you know.”
“I never doubted that you were,” Larissa suppressed another giggle and, finally, met your gaze. “Has anyone ever told you how adorable you look when you pout like that?”
“I don’t look adorable,” you grumbled, crossing your arms and furrowing your brow, before realizing Larissa had you exactly where she wanted you. “This really isn’t fair, you know that, right?”
“Darling, I never said I played fair.” Her eyes darkened and her voice dropped an octave as she leaned across the table, her hand coming to cup your cheek. Her thumb grazed your bottom lip and you sucked in a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.
“You’re a tease,” you whined.
“I have a feeling you’ll come to enjoy it,” Larissa shot you a playful wink before settling back in her seat. “Now, let me spoil you.”
If the wetness pooling between the apex of your thighs was anything to go by, this was going to be a long night.
Larissa ordered a bottle of her favorite red for the table and insisted, with a pointed glare, that you don’t pay attention to the prices on the menu. The two of you spoke about art and culture as you waited for your food, and you chattered on about your art history courses. She seemed genuinely interested in your life as she rested her chin on her hand, fully captivated as she watched you with a glint in her sapphire eyes.
“So, what is it that you do?” you asked. The woman opposite you intrigued you so - by the time your food arrived, you felt you’d been blabbering at her all evening, and you didn’t know a single thing about her yet.
“I’m the principal of a school.”
“Oh? Sounds intense. Which school?”
“Nevermore Academy.” Larissa seemed to tense slightly, eyes carefully searching every inch of your face.
Your brows furrowed as you thought, carefully chewing a piece of your food. “Oh - that school for… uh, Outcasts?” You tried to recall if you were using the correct term - your roommate, Robin, had grown up in the area and told you stories of some local kids in the area who’d gone to Nevermore, vampires and werewolves and the like, though you knew she tended to over-dramatize things.
Larissa’s lips pulled into a thin line and she nodded, knuckles turning white as her fingers flexed around her silverware.
“That sounds so cool! I’m not really from this area so I don’t know much about it, but isn’t that like everyone’s dream? To have some kind of magical superpower?”
Larissa seemed to visibly relax, a hesitant smile gracing her lips. “I don’t quite think that’s what everyone thinks, though I’m certainly doing my best to rectify Nevermore’s reputation.”
“That’s a shame,” you shrugged, taking a sip of your wine and smiling at Larissa, trying to ease any remnants of tension that the conversation seemed to bring up - you could tell she wasn’t used to people being accepting about her profession or her status as an Outcast. Was she an Outcast?
“I don’t know if this is rude to ask but… are you… do you have any… you know? ‘Superpowers’?” You immediately cringed at yourself for sounding so stupid, a blush creeping up your cheeks.
Larissa laughed, the sound like music to your ears. “I do, if you want to call it that.” She looked down into her wine glass, swirling the stem gently between the tips of her manicured fingers.
You raised an eyebrow and cocked your head, waiting for her to continue. She seemed to deliberate for a moment as a long silence stretched between the two of you.
“I’m a shapeshifter.” Her words rolled off her tongue as if she weighed every syllable with great care. She raised her eyes to meet yours, her expression giving away nothing except perhaps a hint of challenge.
You racked your brain for an appropriate reaction to the admission, sensing your next words would be terribly important to the older woman.
“Oh…” You let out a deep breath. “That seems like it would come in handy. Thank you for telling me.” You placed your hand on the table between the two of you, palm facing up, wiggling your fingers.
Larissa looked between your eyes and your hand and, after a moment’s hesitation, placed her own hand in yours, a brilliant, toothy smile lighting up her face. Your skin tingled where hers met your own, lighting up all the nerves in your body.
You were pleased to find that you hadn’t made a complete fool of yourself, and conversation flowed even easier after that point. Larissa opened up about the trials and tribulations that came with running an entire school, all while your hands were intertwined on the table.
You’d long finished your meals, the bottle of wine you’d shared was nearly empty when you felt something brush against your ankle and you yelped, nearly jumping out of your seat.
Larissa suppressed a giggle, giving your hand a squeeze as the tip of her heel grazed against the muscle of your calf.
“How did you like the food?” Her voice was low and sultry and as she leaned across the table, you caught a strong whiff of her perfume, dowsing you in a steep wave of arousal.
“I-I loved it.” You clenched your thighs together, trying to ignore the building tension in your abdomen and focus on the present moment with your date. “It was so, so good. Really, thank you so much for taking me here.”
“Darling, the pleasure was all mine. But now I think I’d really like to have some dessert, if that’s alright with you?” Larissa’s gaze was intense, all-consuming, hungry - you felt yourself drowning in her eyes, your stomach fluttering at the prospect of what she was proposing.
You swallowed back a whimper and nodded, unable to concentrate as the pad of Larissa’s thumb traced over your knuckles.
Larissa paid your bill, tipping generously and leading you back to her car. Her hand rested on your thigh again during the drive, inching slowly and tantalizingly higher every few minutes as the pads of her fingers began gentle ministrations against your skirt. You wished in that moment you’d worn something more revealing, feeling desperate for her touch on your skin.
As the car pulled up a long, winding drive towards a massive, castle-like building, Larissa’s fingers finally brushed against the fabric covering your core, drawing a strangled hiss from your throat.
“We’re here,” Larissa smirked, removing her hand from your skirt and parking the car.
“So is this Nevermore?” You bit the inside of your cheek in a vain attempt to regain control of yourself, staring up at the imposing building through the car window with interest.
“It is, I have my apartment at the school. It’s easier that way.”
Larissa led you inside the school. You rushed after her, struggling to keep up with her long strides as she navigated her way through the dark, looming halls, completely empty at this time of night. She stopped in front of a pair of wood-paneled double doors, fishing her keys out of her purse and letting you into the apartment.
Within seconds of the door shutting behind you, Larissa’s lips were on yours. You let out a groan as she pressed you into the door, simultaneously shrugging off her coat and tossing it to the floor. Her hands trailed down your sides, cupping your ass and lifting you off the floor to pin you against the door.
Larissa’s tongue slid against the seam of your lips, coaxing a moan from your throat as you granted her access to explore your mouth. Your entire body was ablaze as she began to pepper your jaw and throat with kisses, moving her lips to your pulse point and grazing her teeth over your sensitive skin.
“Larissa, please,” you whined, the ache between your legs becoming too much. You needed her, you’d needed her since you’d first had her nearly a week ago, and the ache was finally becoming too much to bear.
“So eager.” You could feel the ghost of a smirk against your throat as Larissa carried you effortlessly back through an open doorway, nipping and sucking at the column of your throat. Larissa placed you on her bed and hovered over you, lips connecting with every inch of bare skin she could reach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake.
Her fingers worked at the buttons of your blouse, expertly ridding you of the garment within seconds. Your bra came next and then her mouth was on your breasts, tongue working your nipples into hard peaks as she drew breathy moans from your throat.
Your skirt joined the rest of your clothes on the floor and Larissa trailed open-mouthed kisses down your torso, biting little marks to remember the night by. You yelped when she bit down on the inside of your thigh, arousal leaking out of your core.
Finally, Larissa’s tongue made contact with your cunt, licking a path up your folds to your clit, circling it once, twice. The scent of your arousal hung heavy in the air, spurring her on as she lapped at your pussy.
“Does this feel good, Y/N?” You could only whimper in response, fingers tangled in the sheets behind you to steady yourself. You were embarrassingly close already, simply from the effect of the woman’s intoxicating presence.
“You taste absolutely divine, my darling,” Larissa hummed, sucking your clit as her fingers teased your entrance.
“P-please,” you whimpered, thighs twitching as you brought your hands to Larissa’s hair, fingers tangling in her blonde tresses.
“Please what?” The vibrations of Larissa’s lips against your pussy were driving you wild with need.
“I’m so close…” Larissa plunged her fingers into your cunt and you bucked your hips up in time to meet her thrusts. Your walls began to clench around her fingers as you reached your first orgasm, your moans increasing in volume.
Your gaze wandered down, eyes meeting Larissa’s, and the sight was what made the coil behind your navel snap. Her pupils were blown so wide there was not a sliver of sapphire visible, her cheeks were dusted pink, her hair was coming out of its elegant updo, curls falling messily across her forehead.
Larissa lapped up the juices leaking out of your core as you rode out your high, planting soothing kisses along the insides of your thighs and cleaning you up while you steadied your breathing.
She moved up your body, connecting your lips in a bruising kiss so that you could taste yourself on her tongue, swallowing your moan.
Larissa pulled back to look at you, the insatiable hunger in her eyes setting a fire ablaze inside of you.
“Y/N, can you be a good girl for me?” Your thighs clenched together with want and you nodded fervently. There it was again - good girl - of course you would be, you would be anything for her.
Larissa slid off to the side of the bed and tugged at the zipper of her dress, revealing the smooth expanse of her back, dotted with pale freckles. She slid the dress farther down, until it reached the swell of her ass, then allowed it to fall to the floor.
To your absolute delight she’d forgone a bra, and as she turned to face you your breath hitched in your chest, struck by the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen. The peaks of her nipples, hardened by a chill in the air; the slight swell of her stomach, disappearing into red lacy panties; the freckles on her shoulders, sprawled out like constellations.
“You’re beautiful,” you whispered, secretly a bit pleased at yourself with the hint of a blush you were able to produce on the apple’s of Larissa’s cheeks.
“My darling girl,” she cooed sweetly, a contrast to the devious smirk playing upon her lips. “Do you remember what I was telling you earlier? About me being a shapeshifter?”
You nodded slowly, brows furrowing, unsure where the woman was going with this.
“I am able to shift… certain parts of myself.” Your mind, still a bit hazy from your first orgasm, raced in an attempt to compute what she was saying. Larissa towered over you, waiting patiently until - finally - your eyes widened as comprehension dawned on your face.
“I would so like to take you tonight, my dear,” Larissa’s voice was low and sultry and you could only nod eagerly. You felt your heart begin to race, heat pooling between your legs at her proposal. She smirked down at you with kiss-swollen lips, lipstick smudged, and you knew you were done for.
Larissa crawled on top of you, planting sloppy, heated kisses along your jaw. It was then that you felt it - an unfamiliar bulge, pressing insistently against your leg through the lace of Larissa’s underwear.
“You make me so hard,” she groaned. You moaned involuntarily as the older woman began to grind against your thigh, rubbing her bulge against your sensitive skin. Your skin buzzed with electricity, all the blood in your body seemingly rushing straight to your cunt. You needed her inside you.
Larissa pushed herself up to discard her panties, her full length now on display, standing to attention. Your pupils dilated as you stared at her, transfixed, drool pooling in your mouth. You dropped your thighs open, revealing your dripping sex, and Larissa chuckled at your neediness.
“My beautiful girl, so ready for me.” Larissa gazed down at you fondly, cupping your cheek with her hand. She traced your lower lip with her thumb, letting out a moan as you sucked it into your mouth.
“Lay back,” she instructed, and you did as you were told, chest heaving as Larissa crawled on top of you, pressing her body into yours, her skin hot to the touch. She reached a hand between the two of you to grasp her cock and drag the tip up your slit, whimpering at the sensation.
You bucked your hips up, whining needily and fisting at the sheets.
“Darling,” Larissa whispered, her breath hot on the shell of your ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name.”
Your own breath hitched in your chest as she finally pushed inside of you, letting out a guttural moan as your warm pussy clenched around her length.
She paused for a moment to allow you to get used to the sensation of being filled. “Is this alright?”
“Mhmm. It’s good.” You shifted your hips, watching carefully as Larissa’s eyelids fluttered shut, eyelashes brushing against flushed cheekbones. “How does it feel for you?”
Larissa smiled sweetly, opening her eyes and gazing down at you as a light blush spread across her cheeks. “It feels amazing.” Her expression turned wistful. “No one’s ever asked me that.”
It was something you couldn’t fathom, and with some effort due to your height difference and the position, you reached up to tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, fingertips brushing lovingly against her jaw as if trying to convey an apology for every idiot who had ever slept with her and not cared for her pleasure.
You rocked your hips a bit, causing Larissa to shift above you. “May I?” You nodded, teeth sinking into your lip as she began to slide out of you, then back in, slowly at first, allowing you to adjust to her.
Larissa found a steady rhythm inside of you, rocking her hips against yours, stretching you out with every thrust. She seemed to hit every nerve-ending inside of you, knowing exactly how to move her hips to have you writhing in pleasure beneath her.
Your hands clung to the sheets beneath you, fingers twisting so hard at the fabric that you might rip it. Larissa’s hands settled on your waist, steadying herself so she could pick up her pace. You stared, enraptured, her tits bouncing as she pounded into you.
Larissa leaned over you so that she could press a searing kiss to your lips as her hands came to rest next to your head.
“Tell me what you want,” Larissa cooed, continuing her brutal pace inside your cunt.
“Oh- fuck, Rissa, use me.”
Larissa’s moans became filthier by the minute and you could tell, somewhere behind the hazy cloud of your impending orgasm, that she must be close too by the way the snapping of her hips was becoming more and more erratic, the way her breath was coming out in short puffs, the way her hand that she used to steady herself next to your head twisted at the sheets with white-knuckled desperation.
“Be a good girl for me and come with me, darling,” Larissa breathed, groaning as she thrusted into you, on the verge of climax.
You came first, your senses flooding with delight as you reached your peak. It was pure ecstasy, feeling your walls clench around Larissa’s cock. You could hear the older woman’s own cry above you and you forced your eyes to stay open so you could watch her, her face contorted with pleasure above you; eyes screwed shut, jaw slack.
Larissa slid out of you carefully, chuckling as you mewled pathetically at the sudden feeling of emptiness. She slumped onto the mattress beside you, completely spent, slipping her arm under your torso to pull you into a soft embrace. With her body pressed against yours, skin to skin, you could feel that she’d shifted back again.
“That was… wow,” you sighed, nuzzling into Larissa’s chest. She laughed, a melodious sound that you immediately committed to memory.
“It was indeed.” She pressed her lips to yours in an affectionate, loving kiss. “You did so well for me, love,” she murmured, fingertips skating across the skin of your back in soothing patterns. You breathed in her scent, allowing it to wash over you and calm your still racing heart.
“I can drive you home but-” Larissa saw the slight pout of your lower lip and grinned, “but I would love it if you’d stay the night. Perhaps I could entice you with breakfast in bed?”
You smiled up at her, wrapping your arms around her neck. “You could entice me with you. I would love to stay the night.”
Larissa settled back against the pillows, pulling you on top of her, relishing the contact with your bare skin. She pressed her lips to your forehead, watching your eyes flutter closed and listening intently as your breathing slowed before allowing herself to succumb to sleep, a peaceful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
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tags: @enchantressb @rainbow-hedgehog
#larissa weems x reader#principal weems x reader#larissa weems#principal weems#larissa x reader#lipstick stains#lipstick stains series
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Neighborhood Watch 2
Larissa Weems plays a little game with her neighbor, and actions speak louder than words.
warnings: smut, gay, unedited, Larissa WeemsxOFC
Larissa’s breathing grew heavy, her arousal making her center slick. She could only imagine the sounds the neighbor was making but oh how exquisite they sounded in her head.
It wasn’t enough. She needed to hear the moans. She needed to know what the woman sounded like.
Larissa got up from her chair and walked over to the window. She knocked at it, knowing full well that the neighbor couldn’t hear her but could at least see the movement. Sure enough, she watched the woman stand up.
Feeling brave and perhaps feeling a little bit drunk and a little bit lonely, Larissa made a “come hither” gesture, both as an invitation, and as a promise of what was to come.
But she wasn’t going to get what she wanted so easily. The neighbor shook her head with a mischievous grin and returned to the chair. She sat there, eyebrows raised in an expectant look.
Sensing what was being asked of her, Larissa took a step back to sit down as well. She paused, however, and tapped the glass again. She breathed onto the window and wrote out a question mark before pointing at the neighbor. Though the gestures were cryptic, the meaning was clear.
The neighbor disappeared momentarily and came back with an iPad. She messed around with the screen for a second and when she turned it around, Larissa read the answer to her question.
Heather.
Larissa imagined the enticing smell of the plant: floral yet musky. She wondered if the neighbor was the same as her namesake: lovely but wild. Satisfied with knowing the seductress’s name, Larissa sat back down.
Heather raised one hand, and then the other as if she were a mime trapped in a box. Larissa tilted her head to the side, confused, until Heather pointed to Larissa and Larissa understood. Her heart pounded in sudden anticipation. She had never done anything like this before. Could she really put her trust in a total stranger? More than that, a stranger she wouldn’t be able to completely avoid because she lived right across the street?
Heather brought a hand back to her breast, fingertips ghosting her skin. Larissa mimicked her, imagining that it wasn’t her hand but Heather’s. The material of her bra jolted her out of the fantasy, and Larissa was quick to remove it. Was Heather giggling? She hoped so. Though it wasn’t as sexy, Larissa wanted to make Heather laugh. She wanted to make her smile.
Bare chested, Larissa brought a hand to her nipple and tweaked it. She gasped. God, how long had it been since she last touched herself in such a way?
Pleased, Heather continued to play with her breast, squeezing and pinching and letting her head fall to the side with a sleepy grin on her face. Larissa imagined how wet Heather was. God, she was probably soaking. Larissa licked her lips, desperately wanting a taste.
Forcing her eyes opened, Larissa continued to watch as Heather let her hand trail down from her chest to her stomach and then between her thighs. Her hand rested there, not doing anything. Larissa did the same, her hips bucking of their own accord. “Fuck,” she hissed. How was Heather able to tease herself like this with such restraint?
Heather smirked; cocky bitch. Unable to help it, Larissa stuck out her tongue in a childish gesture. Heather did laugh, and that made Larissa grin. Fuck, Heather looked pretty when she laughed.
Then, Heather stood and slipped off her panties. Larissa’s mouth went dry, and instead of mimicking she just watched as Heather sat back down and spread her legs. Her slit was glistening and Larissa yearned for a taste; yearned to just drag her tongue along the wetness and suckle Heather’s clit until she was screaming with pleasure and overstimulation.
Larissa continued to just watch as Heather dragged her fingers along her slit, teasing herself. Finally getting a hold of herself, Larissa mirrored Heather. Fuck she was so wet. How could Heather stand it?
Finally, finally, Heather slipped two fingers inside of herself and Larissa did the same. God it felt heavenly. It felt even better when Larissa closed her eyes and imagined it was Heather pumping in and out of her. And if she imagined hard enough, she could swear she felt Heather’s tongue lapping at her clit.
The gasps that escaped her lips were unholy, and how grateful she was to be a sinner.
She dragged her fingers in and out at an agonizing pace, staring at her mirror image through her eyelashes. Larissa was desperate to throw her head back in pleasure but she didn’t dare look away from Heather.
She imagined Heather whispering in her ear, telling her naughty things. She imagined praising the young woman, murmuring “good girl” in her ear. Larissa wanted more than this; she wanted to feel Heather squirming underneath her. She wanted to be the reason Heather was coming undone.
And she supposed that indirectly she was. But it wasn’t enough. She craved more.
Her wetness was unbearable. Her hips bucked and her legs twitched. God she was so close but the edge felt so faraway. Larissa imagined Heather mewling in a beautiful high-pitched voice, begging to cum just as Larissa desperately wanted to do.
Just as she thought she was about to lose her mind, Larissa watched Heather come undone. Her face screwed up in pleasure as her hand moved at an almost inhuman pace. Taking this as permission, Larissa allowed herself to let go.
She tensed, feeling her walls clamp around her fingers as she held her palm against her clit, hips bucking. Her mind went blank as pleasure overtook her.
“Heather,” she gasped, imagining it was the neighbor’s hand that brought her to the edge. “Fuck!” Larissa’s body curled as her orgasm made her limbs tingle. It wasn’t the most powerful orgasm she ever had but fuck it felt so good.
Larissa rode out her orgasm, gradually slowing the pace of her thrusting fingers until finally she came to a stop and drew them out of herself. She raised her fingers up, looking at them glisten in the dim light of the living room. Unable to help herself, Larissa slid her fingers into her mouth, tasting herself. God she was exquisite. Would Heather think the same? Would Heather taste the same?
Coming out of her reverie, Larissa looked across the street.
There was no one in the window. The chair was empty; Heather was gone.
Larissa’s heart sank slowly. She knew she hadn’t imagined Heather, but she almost wished she did. It would hurt less if Heather had only been in her mind than opening her eyes and finding herself alone.
Stupid woman.
Slowly, Larissa stood up from her chair and made her way into her bedroom wear she took her favorite cream colored silk robe and slipped it on. Just as she tied it around her waist, there was a knock at her door.
Though she was in no mood to see anyone, Larissa knew she couldn’t just ignore whoever was at the door without good reason and at the moment, she couldn’t think of an excuse fast enough.
So, Larissa went to the front door and opened it.
Before her stood a stranger who had now become familiar.
“Heather?”
The neighbor grinned. “Hi.”
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