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coldsandfluff · 1 year

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W/itcher Sickfic (T/riss) - A Healer's Guilt

After writing (and never finishing, sorry!) a sickfic with Y/ennefer, I've been toying with the idea of doing one with T/riss. This particular scene popped into my head a few weeks ago and never left, so I had to write it down. It's got whump, high fever, care-taking, denial and a few snz.

Note: This is from the W/itcher 3 video game, not the show, when G/eralt gets to N/ovigrad and meets up with T/riss as she's trying to get mages out of the city during a witch hunt.

A Healer's Guilt

G/eralt was busy sharpening his blade when a knock at the door shattered his focus. His hand faltered, causing the stone to tumble to the floor. With a muttered curse, he tightened his grip on the knife and glanced towards the source of the interruption.

The dancing orange flames of the fireplace illuminated the room, casting flickering shadows across the peeling walls. Geralt's gaze settled on the dagger he had been working on, its razor-sharp edge reflecting the fiery glow. He shuddered at the thought of what could have been had the knife slipped from his grasp and sliced through his skin.

Another knock echoed through the room, this one more forceful than the last. The wooden door rattled on its hinges, the rusty metal protesting against the strain. Geralt rose from the tattered chair he had dragged close to the fireplace, the only source of warmth in the freezing room.

Though only a select few knew of his presence in Novigrad, witchers could never truly remain anonymous in a city. Rumors of their presence spread like the flu, met with a swirling mix of disdain and apprehension.

Geralt knew better than to let his guard down.

He opened the door, feeling the weight of the knife in his hand, ready to strike. But his vigilance wavered as he caught sight of a woman standing in the pouring rain, shivering. It took him a few moments to recognize her in the darkness. The rain had transformed her once fiery-red locks into a dull and lifeless tangle, sticking to her skin like a shroud. Her pale face was emotionless, almost hollow.

“Triss,” Geralt said, lowering his knife.

“I need your help.” Triss barged through the door, forcing the witcher to step aside. Her cloak left a trail of water on the rotting floorboards. “Six of our mages were caught by witch hunters last night during a raid.” She spun on her heels, facing Geralt. “That bastard, Kerath. He promised us we would be safe in his mill. We paid him handsomely, yet he still turned us in. We can’t trust anyone in this godforsaken city.”

Rivulets still dotted her face, droplets accumulating at the tip of her cupid’s bow, but she paid it no mind. She turned and paced the small room. Her velvety green dress, soaked with water, clung heavily to her body.

Geralt took a step towards her. “Slow down.”

“There’s no time to slow down. We have to act fast. Amalaine overheard a conversation between the guards this morning. The mages might be held in the dungeon of a castle to the east.”

Geralt frowned. Anger weighted every one of Triss’ words like lead, but something else caught the witcher’s attention. A soft hoarseness, a slight creak at the end of each sound, as if the words kept getting caught in the jagged pains of her throat.

“Triss…”

“If we leave now, we can make it before sunup. I’ll gather a group of mages to help. Whoever isn’t injured.”

She came to a halt in front of the fireplace, arms crossed tightly over her chest. A small tremble shook her frame, so subtle that anyone else in the room might have missed it. But not Geralt. His keen, golden eyes were fixed on her, studying her every move.

"You're shivering,” he growled. He didn’t like to see Triss hurt, and she never seemed to cared for her own health, always pushing through the pain and exhaustion. A healer that strived to heal everyone but herself. Geralt approached her with the intention of removing his cloak and draping it around her shoulders, but she resumed her nervous pacing before he could follow through.

“We’ll need to steal some horses,” she muttered. “We only have three left, but the inn’s stable is full tonight. Some of us may have to ride bareback if we can’t find enough saddles in time.”

Geralt's concern deepened as he watched her. Her steps were heavy, slightly unsteady, as if she was on the verge of collapse. “Triss.” He spoke louder this time, worry turning into frustration. “Sit down.”

She shook her head and walked past him. “It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have trusted that vile, wretched human. I knew he was untrustworthy, but I was so desperate to find a safe haven that I refused to listen to my instincts.”

Geralt reached out and put a hand on her shoulder, his palm resting against the damp, icy fabric of her cloak. He could only imagine how cold she must be under all those wet clothes. With a gentle hand, he turned her to face him. Her eyes met his, brimming with fear and guilt. The light of the fireplace danced across her sullen features, casting her in a flickering glow.

Geralt softened. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Triss looked away. A flush had crept up high on her cheeks. Her eyes were glazed over, shiny in a dull, aching way that Geralt didn’t like. A fever. He let out a low growl of frustration. “You’re not well,” he said, reaching his palm towards her cheek, but she shrugged him off and kept walking.

“I’m fine, Geralt,” she insisted. “It’s just the rain. We need to…” Her voice faltered as she gasped sharply. A sudden sneeze wracked her body, and she crumpled in on herself, her hand reaching out towards the wall to find balance.

Geralt moved swiftly to her side, wrapping his strong arms around her waist to steady her. "Easy now," he said in a low, soothing voice. Her body shook in his embrace with another breathless, exhausted sneeze, muffled in her cupped hands against Geralt’s chest. The witcher tightened his grip and sighed. “You’re not fine.”

He guided her towards the chair and draped his cloak around her shoulders. She began shivering violently, her shoulder slumping, as if the weight of her illness had finally caught up to her and she could no longer pretend to be fine.

Kneeling in front of her, Geralt rubbed her arms to warm her up. "You need to rest,” he said, his gruff voice filled with concern. Of all the years he’d known her, he’d never seen her so vulnerable. So sick.

Triss shook her head stubbornly, her tear-filled eyes pleading with him. "I have to help them," she whispered, her voice raw with emotion. "Please."

Geralt shook his head slowly. “You can’t help anyone in this state.”

Triss collapsed into Geralt's arms, sobbing, and he held her tightly. An intense heat emanated from her forehead against his shoulder. He placed a hand at the nape of her neck, then gently moved her back to feel her cheek, his eyes searching her tear-stained face as he moved to her forehead.

“You’re burning up.”

She closed her eyes against the tears and sniffled. Her nose scrunched up, and her sobs turned into a slowly hitching breath. She tilted her head towards the ceiling, her eyes still closed. Geralt noticed the redness of her nose before she buried it into his cloak. Suddenly, she sneezed three times in quick succession, the sound so small and fragile it was almost unrecognizable coming from the powerful mage he knew so well.

“Blessings,” he murmured.

He scooped her up in his arms and laid her on the cot in the corner of the room, where he’d piled fur upon fur to make his bed more comfortable. He removed his cloak from her shoulders and unfastened hers. “I can’t leave you in these wet clothes,” he mumbled. “You’re only going to get worse.”

Triss nodded. Geralt began to disrobe her, carefully peeling away each saturated layer until her body was exposed to the cool, damp air. She whimpered, her skin hot and feverish, her body wracked with shivers as she struggled to adjust to the abrupt shift in temperature.

Geralt's heart ached at the sight of her, his eyebrows creased in sympathy. He slipped one if his clean shirt over her head, then laid her down on the bed and tucked her under the furs. He wished he could give her one of his potions to make her feel better, but he knew she was allergic. She would have to ride the illness through. His rough fingers brushed the hair away from her forehead, trailing over her cheeks. “Now sleep.”

“What about the mages?” Triss said, her teeth still chattering.

Geralt chuckled. “You’re the only one I know that still cares about others in the throes of a fever.” He sighed. “Rest here. I’ll take care of it.”

He got up and put his cloak on, then headed for the door.

“Geralt?” Triss called out weakly from the bed.

The witcher turned around. “Hmm?”

“You’re the only one I know who would help me. Thank you.”

He tipped his head in acknowledgment. "Sleep," he said gently. "I'll be back soon."

The End

#sickfic #sneeze fic #snz fic #snzblr #w/itcher sickfic #t/riss sickfic #w/itcher snzfic #caretaking fic #care-taking fic #h/c #fever kink

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h-doodles · 10 months

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b4 i sleep i need to say that rereading dragonmist's time & other hazy concepts on ao3 while sleep deprived @ 5 in the morning is a choice™ i do not regret and will def redo in the future <3

#quite an unsual rec but reading this train of conscious fic got me thinking abt how being out of time's touch just *works*#also hehe genderfluid riss my beloved #<3 #personal.txt #mod lee speaks stuff

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sith-as-heck · 2 years

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WIP Wednesday!

@wokenhardies @darth-caillic @sterling-writes

This weeks snippet is a two for one because I have two WIPS running:

The first is from Heart of a rebel

Space, the void was staring her in the face with a thousand unblinking eyes and it still scared her less than the conversation behind her.

The Imperial Pilots uniform was rough, it was slightly too small but given the circumstance, it would do.

Skye looked the part in her stolen ISB uniform, the cap fit perfectly on top of her hair, as if made for her, Cassian and Lokki looked perfectly sterile in the white stormtrooper armor.

It was like looking into a mirror into some sort of nightmare, a world where everything was evil.

The prison shuttle appeared on the radar, it pinged.

Skye straightened up, the mask of her disguise falling into place.

“Right gentlemen..” she nodded towards Azena “Madam..This is where the fun begins.”

“You and I have different versions of fun.” Lokki quipped, putting his helmet on “This helmet is horrible.”

“They call them bucket heads for a reason.” Cassian responded, following suit.

“Enough, focus.”

Skye turned to Azena again

“Make contact.”

“Yes Ma’am..”

The second is from my Jeron fic, Absent which is more of a original work set in the star wars universe do idk if I could call it fanficiton

“Jeron..” She greeted with a small smile “It's good to see you.”

“And you..” He smiled “How…How are you?”

“I’m good..I work with the Governor now, as his aide.”

Jeron wasn’t surprised, it was always her goal to go into politics, she was more like his Mother than he was.

“Congratulations..”

#WIP Wednesday #Fic: Absent #Fic: heart of a rebel #Star Wars Fic #star wars oc #OC: Jeron Andor #OC: Skye Riss #OC: Azena Zok #OC: Lokki Riss #OC: Adma Naberrie

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ouikarwa · 2 years

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i wonder if anyone here still remembers my old shared haikyuu blog </3

@hinac0lada fly high 🫡

#riss chatters #hello i have not used tumblr in a hot minute #but i felt nostalgic when i saw my old google docs fics #i don’t have access to my hq blog anymore unfortunately #my old drafts rip #i noticed some of my posts are missing too…#smh tumblr is so wack

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queer-little-demigod · 2 months

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you belong with me - clarisse la rue

summary she's in love with her best friend.

fic type fluff

pairing clarisse la rue x fem!Poseidon!reader

word count 1.8k

warnings jealous!clarisse, swearing, pining, knives, clarisse threatening people, fluff.

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dividers from this post of @cafekitsune, check out their account!

At this point, Clarisse had no clue how the hell she fell for you.

You relationship had started when she'd tried to intimidate you on your first day at camp, and instead of backing down under her fierce as death gaze, you had threatened her at literal knifepoint.

"I've stood up to bullies bigger than you," you'd snapped, your soft e/c blazing with fire as the tip of a dagger kissed the underside of her jaw. “So back off, or I’ll make you regret it.”

While that earned you respect amongst everyone in camp, it earned you respect of every Ares cabin member, too.

Especially Clarisse la Rue.

The scariest girl in camp.

It had started off with her debating on whether or not she would be mean to you, making you her enemy, or befriending you.

She was strong, not stupid, so she chose the latter option.

Which brought you both here, today, three years later.

The spring season had started setting in, flowers were blooming, the sun was pleasant, wind wasn't scarce and it was cool. Sitting under the trees in the woods became a natural pastime for year-round campers like the two of you.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves of the surrounding trees, casting irregularly shaped shadows on the ground, turning them a deep green on the slightly prickly but comfortable grass.

Clarisse leaned her back against the big tree you both were sitting under, polishing her spearhead, with you in front of her, doing the same for your knives.

The daughter of Ares, while she'd never admit it aloud, was absolutely smitten when it came to you. In fact, this feeling had been lingering in her heart for some time, one which attracted her to you in a definitely non-platonic way.

So here she sat, listening to you talking. Your voice was the only thing she was focused on besides polishing her weapon. It stood out amongst the gentle rustle of the leaves in the trees, the call of a distant bird, the lapping of the lake's water against the edge just past the clearing.

"So, I told Silena that Charlie's in love with her, not her actual dumb blonde of a sister, Sharon," you said, rubbing the polish on the cloth you had in hand, before continuing to polish your left-hand knife. "You know, for a child of Aphrodite, she is remarkably oblivious towards loving advances. Oh, and you know that girl, Kyra, from the Hephaestus cabin? My gods, she has been looking so fine--"

Clarisse stopped listening right then. She knew you were smitten with this girl from the Hephaestus cabin, and by every one of the ever-merciful gods of Olympus, she hated it. She hated how you talked about Kyra, how your eyes lit up when the muscled girl covered with grease so much it was an accessory would glance at you.

She tuned out and stared at you, not noticing the disdainful look on her face.

"Risse, you look like you just smelled a wild centaur," you laughed, putting the cloth down and sheathing your knives again.

Clarisse rolled her eyes and grumbled, "No, I don't like Kyra's vibe."

"Aww, jealous?"

"You wish,"

You were so oblivious. Not only were you unaware that Kyra was a playgirl, but you didn’t notice that Clarisse was smitten with you to the point where it was embarrassing.

For starters she looked at you like you were the world. With adoration, awe, and wonder. She honestly couldn’t stop thinking about you.

She hated how you didn’t notice how her eyes lit up around you, how she was softer with you compared to others, how she let you paint her nails (mostly) without complaint.

You were just too oblivious.

Naturally, that evening, that same evening, she was at the Ares table, talking with her own siblings, while she watched you help Percy out with the rest of the camp’s social structures—something he hadn’t quite figured out yet, even after having gone on a quest.

But the way her blood boiled, as if a furnace had lit up inside her heart, making fire course through her veins, when Kyra came up to you. She saw how flustered you got, saw the way your cheeks reddened when Kyra brushed a hair from your face.

By the gods and her father’s name she wanted to smack that Hephaestus girl into next week…

Meanwhile, you say with Kyra, enjoying the butterflies in your stomach when she touched you, laughed at your nervous rambling’s. But the butterflies suddenly came into light as a warning. What was the likeliness that this affection would last? What was concrete in this interaction? Was it just a playful banter? Or something serious?

So many questions, not enough answers.

But one thing was for certain: Kyra wasn’t the one for you. It took just one interaction for you to understand that.

To understand that Clarisse was right.

But before you could walk away, your hotheaded best friend, seething with anger, jealousy rolling off her in waves, came up to you both and ‘borrowed’ Kyra for a moment.

“What the hell are you doing?” Clarisse asked as she led a very surprised Kyra into the forest. “What exactly do you think you’re doing, playing with Y/n’s feelings like that?”

“Come on,” Kyra laughed, Nerva wearing off a little as her arrogance took over. “She’s a girl, a smitten little girl, who knows she likes a little bit of muscle,”

“Unfortunately she doesn’t know that there’s a snake under that damned muscle,”

“Jealous, Clarisse? Of course you are,”

“What that supposed to mean, punk?”

“You’re so in love with Y/n, it shows. Everyone in camp can tell,”

“Oh is that right? If you know that so well, then you’d better stay the fuck away from her,”

Kyra’s brows shot up. “Is that so? What if I don’t? What if I take her to this very spot, and kiss her, maybe while you watch from the bushes over there?”

Clarisse felt her fists clench, felt her whole body tense up with an adrenaline that came out only during battle.

“What if I break your legs and punch that stupid face in?” She asked, eyes full of the familiar fire that only her opponents saw. “I don’t think Y/n likes the taste of blood.”

She relished the look of panic on Kyra’s face. The trapped-animal stare, the darting irises, searching for a way out, analysing her moves in that second. The tense muscles, clenched jaw, closed fists. All of it was familiar to the child of war.

But how familiar was it to the child of the forge? Not much, probably.

“Stay the fuck away from Y/n, and you and I won’t have any problems, Kyra,” Clarisse said, her voice soft. That made it more dangerous. It was soft like the gentle rain that preceded the flooding thunderstorm—a warning.

Kyra nodded, knowing it was unwise to provoke Clarisse La Rue, especially over a girl everyone in camp knew not to mess with.

But it also meant that Clarisse figured out the depth of her love for you. That it was deeper than the vastest sea, stronger than the biggest tsunami, and more damaging than a hurricane. It was fiercer than fire, more powerful than a blow from her spear, and definitely more dangerous than war.

So she’s decided to flush out her feelings. Get them out before things got worse because she couldn’t possibly find a way to get out of the ‘philia’ situation she had going with you. She wanted ‘eros’, wanted ‘ludus’, and she knew it.

Her catalyst was the mind, she wanted it to be the body., wanted it to be the heart. She wanted you in a way that friends never wanted each other. She wanted you the way Achilles wanted Patroclus, wanted you the way Romeo wanted Juliet, the way Orpheus wanted Eurydice.

She wanted you and only you.

But she could never have that.

So she decided the best way to manage her haywire heart was distance.

But by every one of the gods, big and small, was she wrong.

You found that Kyra didn’t look in your direction ever again, and additionally, found Clarisse avoiding you with nearly psychotic fervour.

Three days. You tolerated it for three days.

Finally you stormed up to Clarisse when she was training. With a swift kick to the back of her knee, you sent her crashing to the ground, disarming her spear from her.

“What did you think you were doing, avoiding me like this?!” You seethed, knife at her throat. “What, was this your idea of punishing me for having Kyra flirt with me?”

Calmly, Clarisse moved you off her like one would brush away a particularly disgruntled cat, and stood up.

“Look, I’m fine, I wasn’t doing anything,” she shrugged, grabbing her spear.

You rolled your eyes. This girl was dumb, stupid, and an absolute useless person when it came to interacting with others.

“I don’t think ignoring me for three straight days can be counted as ‘not doing anything’!” You snapped, annoyed.

Clarisse flinched at your tone.

“Why?!” You asked, following her around as she cleared up the arena. “Why exactly have you been ignoring me, hm?”

She listened patiently to your incessant pestering, going about her business while you looked like you were about to blow a gasket with how mad you were since your hands began to move more animatedly, your frown deepening even more.

“Why the hell did you say that nothing’s wrong when something clearly is?! Are you jealous? Is that it?! Why?!” You asked, expecting her not to reply the way she had been the last ten minutes.

Clarisse had had enough. She was taking the plunge into that deep dark sea, not sure if she was ready to face the monsters in it.

“Because I’m in love with you!” She said, turning around with a terrified look on her face. “I’m in love with you, and I didn’t know what to do about it because you clearly don’t love me back!”

You stood silent for a second too long. But she didn’t run. She stayed there, waiting for your answer.

“You’re in love with me?” You asked, baffled.

No butterflies, nothing fluttered in your stomach, your heart rate merely quickened and your body pulsed in every place with serotonin.

No butterflies meant this wasn’t just a thing, a fling. It wasn’t mindless flirting.

This was ‘ludus’, the love of intimacy, pure love.

“Yes, Y/n, and it kills me every single day, hearing you ramble about Kyra, and you know what I’m thinking when you talk about her like that?” She asked, tears ready to come out of her eyes. “I think that I could treat you like a queen, like you’re above Hera herself. I think that why would you love a playgirl who won’t give a single fuck about your feelings, when I’m here already knowing what you want for breakfast every day of the week! I think that I could be better than her, that I am better than her, in every possible way, but you’re just blind! You don’t see that I look at you like you’re the world because you’re so smitten with a girl who would toss you aside for the next blonde girl she sees!”

You listened to her carefully, taking in her words. In between, neither of you knew when, she had started crying. Small tears rolled down her bronze skin, tracing small pathways in their trail of sadness, of pain.

“I’m sorry,” you replied softly, stepping closer, putting a hand up to wipe her eyes. “I’m sorry that I was blind to how you feel about me, I’m sorry for not noticing it sooner,”

“And Y/n, you’re my best friend, okay? I can’t…I know that we can never be together and…” she stopped short when your hands went up to cup her cheeks.

“Why is that?”

“Philia, Y/n. Friendship love.”

“Who says it can’t progress?”

“You don’t love me back,”

“I do,”

“Friendship love doesn’t count here,”

“Bold of you to assume I’m talking about friendship,”

Clarisse froze.

“I love you too, Clarisse,” you said softly, looking at her in her eyes. “And I’m not talking about ‘philia’. Gods I love you the way Achilles loved Patroclus, the way Romeo loved Juliet, the way Orpheus loved Euridyce,”

“I thought that too,” she whispered, shocked. “How…”

“I know that because these three romances are the ones I’ve read to you,” you replied. “I know you, Clarisse. But I was too blind to see your love went past my mind and extended to my heart, my body, my soul. And I’m sorry for being blind.”

“You belong with me, not her,”

“Do you see me doubting that?”

She giggled softly. Clarisse La Rue, the most feared girl in camp, giggled like a little kid.

“It’s okay, I guess, you little dumbass,” she chuckled. “So…what now?”

“I don’t know, do we kiss?” You asked, confused. “You know I have never kissed a girl before and—“

She silenced you with a finger to your lips.

“Let’s…take it slow? Ease into it?” She asked. “Cause I have never kissed a girl either,”

“Be my girlfriend, though?”

“You thought I’d say no?”

Hi! It’s me, Lea! I hope you liked this imagine, feel free to request <3

#clarisse la rue fluff #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #clarisse x reader #friends to lovers

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symp4nat · 4 months

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"Even Aphrodite envies you."

clarisse la rue x fem!reader

authors note: post 10 pm cry write guys i need to pee, this is a vent fic. also, headcanon that you call clarisse "risse" pronouned Reese bc awwwwwww

summary - you talk about ur body negatively

warnings - talk about body image, over excercizing, not eating/skipping meals, descriptions of body, flashbacks, itty bitty mentions of praying to not greek gods

Thud.

I wasn't enough.

Thwap.

"You need to work out, you're getting too big, and you're only 14," my mother said. I gulped and sat down. "Can we just... pray," I asked. "You need to fix it, usually, girls your age are body conscious.... haven't you seen [friend's name]? That was such a transformation," my dad said.

Thump.

"She lost so much weight, Y/N/N, why don't you do the same? Most people will do things when they see their friends are doing it," my mother said.

Thomp. My mother put her hand on my shoulder-

I went to punch the person who put their hand on me. They caught my hand and I sighed as I saw it was my girlfriend. Clarisse grabbed both of my hands and rubbed my knuckles. "How about we take a break, hm?"

I shook my head. I had to do this.

"Please, no more boxing for the day, you've been overworking yourself," she continued. "Risse, I'm fine.. I've got this," I reassured her.

"Just please, you've been boxing for at least two hours, maybe take a break, okay," she squeezed my hands and walked off. I sighed and went to the archery range.

I grabbed a fairly sized bow and then a set of arrows. I began to shoot around, not necessarily being good at it.

Thwip.

"Y/n, why'd you get new clothes, your old ones were cute," my friends exclaimed. I shrugged. "No need for old clothes..."

Thwap.

"Why don't we all go for a run, some of us need it," my friends said. I looked down and said, "We aren't all wearing tennis shoes."

Shhhk!

They never necessarily spoke much about my own weight, but they all weighed less than me and called themselves fat. They all were skinny or at least average.

"Y/n/n? Please, go rest, I bet you're tired," Clarisse sighed as she noticed me at the archery range. "I'm fine," I defended. "Go get some lunch, or I'll get some for you," she said. I shook my head. "I got it. Thanks, babe," I said.

"C'mon, angel, wanna sit on my lap, maybe take a nap," Clarisse asked. I laughed and shook my head, "You rhymed. And, no, it's... alright.."

Clarisse's eyes became sympathetic. "Baby, is it because this," she asked as you placed her hands on what she called my "love handles" and my hip dips. I looked down and shrugged.

"Baby, that isn't a big deal, you're truly beautiful... do- do you not believe me," Clarisse asked. She pulled me onto her lap and I looked down at my hands. "Hey, eyes on me," she said.

My eyes darted back up to hers and she said, "Would you like to know something really cool?" I nodded and she continued, "I think.. no- I know... That even Aphrodite would be jealous of your beauty."

My eyes began to fill with tears as I buried my head into her neck. "I love you, I don't deserve you," I said as tears stained her shirt. "I love you most, and yes you do, okay? You absolutely do, pretty girl," she said gently to me as her hands relaxed on my hips.

She leaned back on the bed and pulled me back so I could lay on top of her. "I doubt you wanna talk about it later... but how about we nap for now? And just... please... never... over exercise or over work yourself, angel," I nodded as she spoke and closed my eyes. There wasn't anything I could have done to have just to have someone as caring and supporting her.

#clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse pjo #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue fluff #clarisse la rue #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo

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hd-junglebook · 4 months

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RISS' NAVIGATION

I'm Riss. I write for all the men I am currently obsessed with so this page will get longer and longer till I grow up and stop fantasizing about boys I can't have.

Specifically, I write for the Hughes brothers, The 100, Trevor Zegras and Adrei Svechnikov (both coming soon). If you have any comments, questions, or request message me I am always on my phone.

Message me to be added to the tag list

The 100

Link Here

Trevor Zegras

- the man, the myth, the legend

Link here (coming soon) but here is his fic Never Ending Summer

Andrei Svechnikov

- my new man crush. The face card, the veins, kill me

Link Here (coming soon)

send me some request for him while I'm still hyper fixating

The Pregnancy Series -

Link Here

Luke Hughes

I have recently fallen in love with ALL THREE brothers. So this is Luke’s masterlist.

Link here

Jack Hughes

He has his own separate one now because he is a special man.

Link here

Quinn Hughes

Link here (coming soon)

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milfmuses · 1 year

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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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fadingdaggerr · 1 year

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all bark, some bite - l.w.

pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader (no pronoun or name use for reader)

summary: parents’ weekend is a time of stress, especially when an addams is now a student, and her mother and the principal have a fun little history behind them

warnings: fully using morticia as a plot device (sorry tish baby i luv u), suggestive ending

note: i have no idea what happened to this fic

the closer parents’ weekend grew, the more antsy larissa became. she typically has gone over every little detail three, four, five times by now. every year she takes great consideration into everything, wanting the parents to see the nevermore in all her glory, down to having every knickknack in every common space dusted and polished to perfection. but this year felt different. the tension in her shoulders was tighter this year, her pacing more pointed, her sleep dwindling by the day, and if none of this was enough, the now eight rechecks of plans was starting to look a little crazy.

when the day arrived, she was somehow more tense than she had been for the last two weeks. usually once the day began, she had been confident and excited, but today, she fiddled with her wedding band nonstop, watching as parents arrived and greeted their children.

walking up beside her, i lean in so my voice only reached her, “everything looks great, baby, relax a little bit. the students look happy, the schedule’s fun, you look stunning as always, everything’s in order.”

“you have got to stay close by me at all times,” is all she says.

“as much as i would love that, i have to be in my classroom to answer parent questions for the first couple hours. but, i would love to sneak in a visit my favorite girl,” i smile to her, pressing my lips to her clothed shoulder, and i can see some tension reduce a little.

“i will be holding you to your word on that,” she grabs my hand, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. i pull her hand to my own lips, returning the favor, not missing the way her eyes light up.

in their mini tours, many of my students brought their parents to my classroom. most got a full report of the class from their children, meaning i was just there to deliver pleasantries, admittedly spruce up the behavior of some students when parents asked, and accept compliments on my book collection.

tall floor to ceiling bookshelves covered the west-facing wall of my room, a rolling ladder allowing me to reach the very top shelves. the top shelves were reserved for only the greatest of my collection, the rare and beautiful ones. books the students enjoy were closer to their reach, the ladder being a no-go for any of them. i always kept books larissa loved at her own eye-level, she had yet to notice it was on purpose, so her little excitement was a special treat whenever she gazed at the shelf.

after two hours of meetings that ended with a lively conversation with eugene’s moms, i thought i would finally be able to retreat back to wherever larissa may be. as i started to head out the door when a familiar, dark presence blocked my path to the hall.

“hello, wednesd-”

“principal’s office, now.”

“i’m doing great, thank you so much for asking wednesday,” i say monotonously, “and why am i so kindly being summoned to the principal’s office?”

“i’m saving her, and by proxy, you, a headache,” and she leaves. a hefty dose of ‘no context’ from wednesday addams, no day is complete without it anymore.

i make my way to larissa’s office, knocking gently before peeking my head in, “riss?”

“darling, what are you doing here?” she asks as she moves from her desk and makes her way over to me, both hands grabbing mine, pulling me closer.

“wednesday addams. she sent me here to ‘save you and myself a headache,’ whatever that means,” i say with a shrug, placing a sweet kiss to her cheek.

“i hope we don’t find out,” her hands moving, arms wrap around my waist, my own going around her neck.

“me neither. a nice, headache free day sounds phenomenal,” i say while adjusting the chain of her necklace, “how has your day been, my angel?”

she lets out a deep breath, “probably about as interesting as yours so far, but i would say it’s much better now,” she finishes her sentence with a short kiss to my lips.

i hum in agreement, and just as i go to pull her back in, there’s a knock as the door. we jump apart before larissa calls for whoever knocked to enter. the door opens, and i see a woman, dressed in a long, black gown enter the room. she’s smiling with adoration at the shorter man next to her, love for the woman evident in his gaze.

larissa’s eyes widen as she freezes in place. this is what she had been dreading, morticia addams.

the woman looks back towards the room, “larissa!”

“morticia! lovely to see you.”

ah, the headache, i think to myself, just as she begins to approach me. wednesday looks more homicidal than usual, and i can’t help but share the feeling.

“why hello there, morticia addams,” she sticks her hand out for me to shake. before i can introduce myself, she speaks again shutting me down, “and this is gomez, my husband,” gomez grabs her hand, kissing up her arm, muttering terms of endearment in spanish, “and my son, pugsley.”

“well, it sure is certainly nice to meet all of you,” my smile is fake, but morticia doesn’t seem to notice the insincerity, so i continue, “wednesday is fantastic in my literature of the macabre class. she has been at top of my class since she started, which has not been unexpected.”

i almost feel as if i’m bragging about how well my own child is doing in class, and i can see as larissa smiles softly at my words.

“that is fantastic to hear, our little viper is a master of the macabre,” gomez praises his daughter, the action making wednesday scowl harder, but making me smile slightly.

the addams’ sat across from larissa, i stood to larissa’s right, offering her support with my presence. discussions of wednesday’s academics and extracurriculars continued for a little bit. i stayed quiet for most of it, happy to be with my wife, also hoping i could be a buffer between her and morticia. i had been filled in, well before we got married, about how cruel morticia was to larissa later in their academy years. i also stayed for wednesday, who wouldn’t admit that she needed someone else in her corner when her parents were around. all conversation came to sudden halt when morticia let out a gasp.

“how could i have not seen that? larissa, you never mentioned you had gotten married,” she grabs larissa’s left hand, pulling it close to look at her ring. a shudder moves down my back at the contact.

“it wasn’t relevant the last we spoke, and before that we hadn’t seen each other since we graduated, so why when would i have said anything?” larissa is calculated in her response, letting me know this interaction had been something of worry to her.

“goodness, when did this happen? must not have been long ago, or else i would’ve heard, i’m sure,” morticia responds, and i almost laugh at her certainty.

“it’s been seven years as of september, as a matter of fact. and we were together for five years before that. it was a very private ceremony, we only had our closest loved ones in attendance,” larissa answers as she pulls her hand back, looking at her ring with a soft smile, a light blush painting her cheeks at the memory. i bite my tongue to hide my own smile.

“private ceremony, private answers, not even a photo in here larissa,” morticia gestures around the office, and the anger in me grows slowly.

“with students, staff, faculty, parents, and even law enforcement regularly in my office, i would rather not have my personal life on display. what’s mine is private,” she says the last part lowly, a warning to morticia that she must tread lightly, but her tone ignites a fire in the pit of my stomach.

this warning is noted by a raised brow, but is violently ignored when she looks larissa in the eye with a pathetic frown and says, “please don’t tell me you settled?”

larissa’s face immediately grows dark, her hands flattening against her desk, she starts to rise out of her seat. to avoid a small war in the middle of the office, i take a step forward and speak in her place, “i believe ‘settling’ is more of a subjective concept,” my eye contact is sharp and unwavering, “in my opinion, she most definitely did settle, outrageously settled. but from her words, at the very least, i would say she does not share the same sentiment as i do,” the emphasis on ‘very’ has larissa’s head whipping my way at the innuendo, “some would say marrying your high school sweetheart is settling, but i’m not one to judge,” pugsley snorts, wednesday’s eyes shoot to him in a playful manor, clearly enjoying this just as much,“well, not one to judge often, as my mother used to say, ‘everyone has a taste, whether or not they should have be pickier is up to the heavens.’ quite the phrase, don’t ya think?”

morticia’s mouth shuts immediately, her eyes shooting to larissa’s to ask for help. she has nothing to offer her former roommate, other than holding back her own laughter.

“anyways, i should be on my way, poetry club meeting starts in 30 minutes, and i have to get the room set up for the parents,” i say with a smile towards the addams. “it was lovely letting you mister and missus addams, you too pugsley. i will see you in class next week, pretty please remind enid to read the chapter, do not give her the gist of it,” i point to wednesday as i speak, “and you,” i turn to larissa, “i will see you at home,” i kiss the top of her forehead to end my goodbye, my left hand on her shoulder, matching wedding band on display.

i pat her shoulder once more before walking towards the door, i turn to look at her, right as i’m about to close the door and blow her a kiss. she smiles softly and rolls her eyes at my antics.

“anything else you would like to discuss?”

— — — — —

my day, thankfully, ended after the poetry club meeting. a side road only a couple miles past the campus gates brought me to a dark green, two story house with brown trim. a wrap porch with vines growing up after years of free roaming, but neat from snipping and reshaping them when they got unruly. this wasn’t just some house, it was the home larissa and i now shared.

getting home, my shoes slid off before i even unlocked the door. keys were on the hook, bag on the seat by the door, jacket on the peg, shoes thrown on the floor. i make my way go our bedroom, purposefully going to her closet for a sweatshirt, grabbing a light grey one, and a pair of my own sleep shorts from my top drawer.

larissa comes home silently while i was a focusing on not burning the vegetables in the pan. she follows a similar pattern to me, only neater and quieter. i don’t notice her presence until i’m adding the vegetables to the sauce, and two long, pale arms wrap around my middle. i continue my task with her draped around me, stirring the vegetables in, spinning the spice rack in search of oregano and red pepper flakes.

“you are trouble” i laugh at her opening line, “at the very least, huh?”

“children were present, and in my defense, those particular ones have definitely heard much worse from those horn-dogs,” i say like it’s nothing, making her laugh this time. “and you’re one to talk. ‘what’s mine is private’? good lord, riss,” i jokingly fan my face, and she laughs harder.

“i stand by my statements,” she pinches my side, “especially the one where i disagree with you on me settling. i don’t settle, if i wanted to i could’ve long ago, but i waited for the right person and found you,” she whispers the end into my ear.

“and look at you now, with a much better last name,” i add the noodles to the sauce, “could’ve been missus larissa antoinette weems-fru- LARISSA!” i squeak as a hand smacks against my ass, laughing immediately.

“don’t even start, gods you even brought the middle name into it,” she laughs with me, her head resting against my shoulder.

i pick up a sauce-drenched noodle on a spoon, raising it to her lips, she gladly takes the bite, groaning happily at the taste. biting back a comment about the noise, i start to prepare dishes to serve on. larissa stays glued to my back, following each of my steps around our kitchen.

“i may need you around for more parent-principal meetings, especially ones involving… particularly difficult cases,” larissa says into my neck, avoiding the use of morticia’s name, as if it would summon her if spoken.

“you name the time and place, i’ll happily be wherever you need me. i can be like your guard dog,” i laugh a little at the notion.

“perhaps a ‘beware of dog’ sign outside my office may be needed,” she jests as she pulls away to set the table.

with dinner finished, and a bottle of wine later, larissa and i lay on the couch together, my fingers weaving through her hair as her head rested on my chest, her hands wandering every now and then from my abdomen, down my legs, and back up. i scratched my fingertips against her scalp, a noise just short of a purr comes from the back of her throat. we stay in this silence for a while, relaxing from the day, knowing tomorrow still had a slim chance to be incident free. loving her and being loved by her was all there was at this moment.

her head raises from my chest, i also pout at the loss of the comforting weight against my chest. tired, larimar eyes find mine, and i feel my heart skip a beat, her beauty has never failed to surprise me. someone like her, someone this beautiful, chose me.

she stares a little longer before sweetly saying, “you’d make a horrible guard dog,” and my jaw drops slightly, i’m utterly gobsmacked. i had been expecting a loving comment, or even a lustful one, not whatever this was.

i look at her for another moment before gathering my thoughts. i piece together the only thing that feels right to say at a time like this, “what the fuck?”

“you’re awfully cute, darling. i don’t think they’d find you scary,” she leans down to kiss the middle of my chest through my (her) sweatshirt, then looking back up at me. she made a point, i was not nearly as intimidating up front as she was.

larissa was intimidating just to look at. she’s gorgeous, tall, and clearly professional. she could talk her way out of anything, and just as easily talk her way in, just with her wit. all of this, this perfectly sculpted image, could be brought down by a little beetle crawling on the wall. a beetle i would be called in to crush, but instead would end up being guided onto a paper towel and released back into nature.

“well, they’d be mistaken then. and apparently so are you. you’d think my own wife would know me better,” i scoff, but the smile on my face betrays the feigned attitude. she laughs, and smile grows wider and wider. “i’ll let this insult on my character slide, only because of the wine, and definitely not because i love you so much,” i continue, and she groans playfully.

she puts her head back down on my chest, arms giving me a squeeze, “i love you more, and seriously though, thank you for being there today. and just so you know, for the rest of this weekend, you are not leaving my side.”

i chuckle, “as if i could even dream of it,” wrapping my arms around her snugly, “you know stuck with me forever, you’re the one who put a ring on it,” i pepper the top of her head in kisses as she tries not to laugh.

her head nudges up, she buries herself in my neck. i hide my own face in her soft hair, inhaling her scent. i feel her lips pressing along the column of my throat, moving upwards. little nips marked the trail to my jaw, kisses as she moves to the side more. one final tug of my earlobe by her teeth brings me back to full attention. her voice lowers, “how about i show you at the very most how much i love you?”

bit of a longer fic to make up for the lack of them in the last week. feedback is, as usual, appreciated greatly :)

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #gwendoline christie #larissa weems fanfic #brienne of tarth #larissa weems is a lesbian #wednesday netflix

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daydream-cement · 1 year

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"imagine a fic with college larissa and her goth/punk gf. they sneak off to an abandoned tunnel to smoke, play loud music and make-out.", like my beautiful em said.

Passing Trains

College!Larissa Weems x College!Reader

Authors Note: Larissa is imagined as Gwen from In Fabric. She is going through her emo phase :) Thank you so much @bri-sonat for all ya help <33333

Grasping Larissa's hand, you tugged her after you. The unmistakable ringing of her laughter fills the air around you both as you pull her further towards your usual spot.

You and the shapeshifter had been friends for nearly three months and you couldn't get enough of her. You had met during class in one of the big lecture halls. She had chosen to sit by you due to your matching aesthetic preferences, claiming it was a 'first day of class precautionary measure.'

Quickly you became inseparable. Eventually, the only times you weren't together is when you were in a different class or sleeping. Each Thursday after class, you would go down to an abandoned tunnel, share a few cigarettes, enjoy some music, and spend time with one another.

Slipping into the darkness of the tunnel, Larissa couldn't help her excited and jovial tone whenever she was around you. She was so smitten with you, "Did you finish the homework for 405? I think I may die if I have to write another paper for Dr. Morrison."

"I don't even want to think about it. We aren't even halfway through the semester and this is the fourth one, Riss." You take your usual spot against the stone wall, slipping to the floor and pulling the pack of cigs from the pocket of your leather jacket.

Larissa collapsed to your side, offering you up the metal lighter she kept in her pocket, "You're telling me. I swear he doesn't have a life besides reading those fucking essays."

You let out a laugh at her snarky comment, passing the cigarette back over to her. Larissa plucks it from your fingertips and leans her head on your shoulder before taking a long drag. You leaned your head against hers, enjoying the familiar smell of her perfume mixed with tobacco.

A few moments of silence passed between the two of you before Larissa spoke up again, "I saw Lena gave you her number after class…"

"Yeah…"

"Are you going to call her?" Larissa inquired further, passing the cig back to you. She was feeling a little jealous that someone would even try flirting with you, but she had to remind herself that you weren't actually dating.

You offer a light shrug, "Probably not."

"Oh…" You couldn't tell if Larissa sounded disappointed or if she was pleased from your response. Her deeper inquiry into your response was beginning to make you nervous, "Why not?"

It would be pointless to try and keep something from her. She was your best friend and you told her everything… Well, almost everything, "I already like someone…"

"Who…?"

You paused, taking a drag of the cigarette as you pondered your answer, knowing you should have made up a different reason for not wanting to date Lena. Now you were faced with the decision of either lying to Larissa or admitting the feelings you have always had for her. She was stunning with her black hair and dark makeup, not to mention those piercing blue eyes that shone brighter from the black eyeshadow and eyeliner.

Your silence caused Larissa to lift her head, her eyes gazing into yours. Opening your mouth, you hesitate for a second and finally let the words slip from your lips, "I like you."

"Like… you like like me?" Larissa asked for further clarification.

You nod, eyes wide, turning your gaze to the tunnel floor where you extinguished the cigarette against the tunnel floor,, "A lot…"

Much to your surprise, her shock gave way to joy, a large smile breaking out across her face. Without the pressure of you looking at her, Larissa leaned in, pressing a kiss to your cheek, leaving a light red mark lipstick stain. "I like you a lot too. Like… a lot."

You turn your head back to face her, smiles now gracing both of your faces. Leaning in slowly, you decide to make the first move, pressing your lips to hers. Larissa’s hand shifted back into your hair, holding you close enough for her to deepen the kiss and humming in delight when you tugged at the fabric of her shirt to keep her close.

Before you knew it, Larissa was straddling your lap, her lipstick now smeared across your lips and hers. Your hands gripped her hips and her hands held your cheeks. Your tongues mingled and you took turns sucking and biting at one another’s bottom lip, all of the tension between you dissolving the longer your bodies were intertwined.

The sound of a train passing overhead, brought the two of you back to reality. Larissa pulled away first and her smeared lipstick made a quiet giggle rise up through your chest. You lean in close, hugging her to you as you revel in the proximity. Her hands wander up and down your arms, happy to touch you as liberally as she had been longing to.

Once the train passed, you spoke up, asking her a question that had been on your mind since you first spoke to Larissa, “Does this mean you will be my girlfriend?”

“Do you even have to ask? Of course I will."

Larissa and you stayed in the tunnel much longer than usual, kissing and whispering all the sweet compliments you had been thinking about one another the past three months. It was when the chill of the autumn evening air washed over the both of you that you decided it was time to head back to the dorms.

Your dorm, specifically, so you could continue the make-out session in a familiar setting, surrounded by you favorite band posters and accompanied by the delightful sound of the Ramones.

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weemsfreak · 10 months

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Can you write a fic about reader being depressed/in bed alot and not taking care of themselves so one day Larissa takes care of them and spoils them?! :)

Take Care of Me

Hello! I love this idea and I hope this is what you wanted! I might have gotten sappy at the end as I wrote it when I was intoxicated lol

Anyway, enjoy :)

Warnings: Depression, suicidal ideation, I think that's it

Some days you couldn't get out of bed. It wasn't that you didn't want to of course, you just really couldn't bring yourself to. Your amazing girlfriend, Larissa, knew of your illness, but never saw you so stuck before, so involuntarily inhibited.

The morning she noticed that you weren't your usual self and couldn't get out of bed, she called in a substitute and told you to stay home. That was three days ago. When she got home Thursday night, she slipped into bed with you and hugged you close to her without saying a word. She knew that you didn’t want to talk, and she let you cry into her without a second thought. It's not that you weren't happy with your relationship, hell it was the only thing that you thanked the gods for. You were just unsure, insecure, and tired. Your mind never ever stopped and you were oh so tired. Friday morning when you woke up, Larissa was still in bed next to you. You looked at her back, strong and pale, her hair spilling over her onto the pillow like a waterfall. God she was beautiful. You took in her freckles and the white of her hair, not a dark strand to be found. You felt yourself smile for the first time in days, but you still had no energy to get yourself up. You looked to your phone and scrolled before realizing what time it was, 9am. "Shit, Larissa get up, get up!" you sat up and shook her gently. She rolled over towards you and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you back down. "What's wrong darling" she mumbled, still half asleep. "Riss, you slept in!" you said with urgency. Larissa opened her eyes and peered down at you, a small smile lit up her face. She said nothing and pulled you into her, nuzzling your face into her neck. She sighed, "Don’t worry love, I took the day off." You looked up at her with a confused look on your face, "You what?" Larissa barely took any days off, even when she needed a well deserved break. "I'm not going into work today, go back to sleep" she said quietly as she kissed your forehead. "Why? What happened?" you asked, still confused. She chuckled and looked down at you, "I took a day off to stay home with you, is that so hard to believe?" she jested. As much as you didn't want to admit it, it was hard to believe. Did she think you were incapable? Needy? Annoying? Did she think that you needed her to take care of you? In reality you did, but you didn't, you shouldn't. "Riss, I don't need you to take care of me" you grumbled, slightly annoyed. She started peppering kisses on your face which made you giggle. She cupped your face and looked at you with half lidded eyes, "I know you don't darling, I just wanted to relax with you." You took a deep breath as you calmed down further from your panic and rested your head against Larissa's chest, hearing her strong heart beat made you feel safe and it lulled you back to sleep.

You awoke around lunch time, this time you jolted upright with an anxiousness in your chest. You scanned the bedroom, Larissa wasn't next to you anymore. She probably decided to go into work, since you would just sleep the day away anyway. Tears welled up in your eyes at the thought of disappointing her and you put your head in your hands as they fell. You didn't want to feel like this, a body that won't start and a brain that won't stop. You knew you had so much potential and so much to do in life, but something was holding you back, something always held you back. You hoped that Larissa wasn't mad at you for not being productive this week. You haven't showered in days, you only ate snacks, and you desperately needed some fresh air. As you sobbed quietly, you heard the door to the bedroom open and Larissa entered from the kitchen. "Darling, what's wrong?" she said quietly, sitting next to you and pulling you into her arms. "Larissa I'm so tired" you sobbed into her chest. You took a deep breath, "I smell bad and I'm hungry and I look like shit" you sniffled. Larissa kissed your head before lifting your chin to meet your gaze. She smiled, "Can you get out of bed for me love? I want to help you." You looked into her deep blue eyes and found only kindness, adoration, and love. You wiped your eyes as you nodded slowly and reached to place a big kiss on her cheek. You would get out of bed, you could get out of bed, for her. She picked you up and you wrapped your legs around her as she carried you to the bathroom. She ran a bath for you with soothing oils and rose petals that she seemingly pulled out of nowhere before telling you to strip. You did so a little reluctantly before she picked you up and placed you in the bath. You laid back and closed your eyes, not even wanting to wash yourself, this was good enough. After a minute you felt a warm cloth on your skin and you peeled your eyes open to see your girlfriend sitting next to the bath. She smiled at you as she offered you a snack and a drink, which you gladly took. She gently washed you, and you basked in the warmth of hers and the waters touch. Once you were clean, Larissa took your hair out of it's bun and began brushing it. She hummed to you as she untangled your hair and ran her fingers through your scalp. You even mustered enough energy to shave while she worked on your hair. "Do you want to wet your hair, darling? So I can wash it?" You looked at her and nodded, sinking down into the tub. You took a deep breath and submerged yourself entirely, the water surrounding your whole body felt so cooling and calming. You opened your eyes while underwater and saw Larissa staring down at you. The water distorted her face and she looked so far away, even though you knew she was close. For a moment, you pictured yourself in the ocean, surrounded by an endless amount of water. You thought about sinking deeper and deeper, not even trying to save yourself from whatever was dragging you down. Perhaps you were letting yourself sink, maybe even wishing that you did. As tears threatened to fall down your face, you realized that it was impossible, you were submerged in water. You closed your eyes again and made no attempt to get out of the water, you could hold your breath a little longer. After some time you felt a hand reach for you and all of a sudden you were no longer underwater. You gasped for air and opened your eyes, realizing that you were in fact crying again. "Y/N that's not what I meant!" Larissa rushed out nervously. You blinked at her, "I know Riss. The water is just calming." She dropped her gaze to the floor for a moment before she shook her head and grabbed the shampoo, then she started to scrub your hair.

Once you were out of the bath and brushed your teeth, Larissa carried you and sat you at her vanity. She got out her lotion and rubbed it on your whole body, legs, arms, face, tummy, hands, and feet. She disappeared for a moment before coming back to you with a bag of nail polish. "Pick a colour love, I'll paint your fingernails and toenails to match" she hummed with a wide smile. You looked down at all the colors and set your eyes on black. Usually that's what you would pick, but today you wanted something different. You put your hand in the bag and searched for a bottle, lifting one out and presenting it to her. "This one?" Larissa asked, and you nodded your head with no hesitation. Once your fingernails and toenails matched, Larissa picked you up and set you on her lap. She sat you so that you were facing her, straddling her thighs. She began to do your makeup, secretly hoping that you wouldn't start crying again and smudge any of it. She did your simple look of eyeliner, mascara, blush, and she finished with red lipstick, her signature shade. She brought her hands up to cup your cheek and tiled your head down, giving a kiss to your forehead. She smiled, "There, my little puppy looks good as new." You felt tears threatening to spill again at Larissa's kindness but held them back, knowing they would smudge your makeup. You grabbed Larissa's face and lovingly pressed your lips to hers, hoping to calm yourself and prevent yourself from crying. You kissed your girlfriend passionately for a couple of minutes before she pulled back. "You smudged your lipstick" she fake growled against your lips. "I thought you needed some too" you winked.

Larissa picked you up and plopped you on the bed as you watched her get dressed and do her hair and makeup. She then came over to you with an outfit and touched up your lipstick. After you were dressed, she took your hand and sat on the bed beside you. "I have a surprise for you darling, if you're okay with going out today." You stared at her for a minute as you contemplated going out. You realized that you hadn't even walked around the apartment for days, Larissa had carried you everywhere today. Perhaps it was time to go outside, you knew you needed to see the trees and feel the breeze on your skin again. "Okay" you said quietly, trying to sound sure of yourself.

You stared out the window as Larissa drove down the winding roads of Jericho. It was a nice day, sunny but not too warm. You watched as you drove past your favorite noodle place, and you must have sighed because Larissa noticed what you were looking at. You pulled up to a hair salon that you've never been to before, but you recognized it as the place Larissa gets her hair done. You looked over at her and furrowed your brows. She grinned at you as her eyes sparkled, "I thought you could get your hair done, love. You could get a cut, color, whatever you want, it's on me." You looked at the salon and tried to picture yourself going in. You didn't have the energy to make conversation with anyone, but you did need your bangs trimmed, and you have been wanting to darken your hair for sometime now. You looked over at Larissa again with pleading eyes. "You don’t have to talk love. I'll come with you and make conversation. Just tell me what you want."

Almost two hours later you exited the salon. You had to admit, the dark color was a look on you, especially with your red nails and lips that matched Larissa's perfectly. Once you were in the car you pulled Larissa into a hug and squished your face to hers. "Thank you so much baby" you mumbled, giving her soft kisses on the lips. She brought her lips to your ear and husked, "Anytime darling, you look absolutely ravishing" before giving you a wink.

You stayed silent as Larissa drove. You were feeling a bit better about yourself now, you felt clean and rather pretty, you'd admit it. You watched your girlfriend as she drove, she was truly an angel sent from heaven. She never made you feel bad about yourself over your looks or your emotions, and she showed you nothing but love. So why did you feel so bad about yourself? Why did you feel so bad about everything? You were pulled out of your trance as she turned into the mall and parked. "What are we doing?" you asked confused. "We're going shopping!" Larissa exclaimed. You frowned, but you weren't totally opposed to it. You knew she loved to shop, but you only liked it when you were in the mood. Her smile faded but remained soft, "We won't be long, darling."

You walked through the mall with Larissa's hand in yours as she led you to a store. You had been at the shop with her before, but you had never bought anything yourself. It was full of very fancy and expensive clothing, clothing you liked, but had never wanted to spend the money on. Larissa led you to a rack of clothing that was your size and gestured to it. "What?" you asked, "This rack isn't your size." She giggled and put her hand on your back as she started to look through the dresses. "Pick out an outfit darling, I want to buy you something nice." Your eyes widened as you stared up at her, you didn't want her to spend more money on you. "Riss, this stuff is nice but it's too expensive" you whispered. She chuckled at you and kissed your forehead, "I'm buying you something nice, and that's final. Now pick something out" she said sternly. After 20 minutes, you had picked out a black jumpsuit, red dress, and a white two piece skirt. You hollered over to Larissa that you were going to try them on and made your way to the dressing room. As you tried on the outfits, you couldn't help but look at the price tag. You appreciated Larissa spoiling you and caring for you, but you didn't want her to spend all of her money on you. Surprisingly, you liked all of the outfits. More so than you usually did when you tried stuff on. Usually you hated picking out clothes, you guessed that these were expensive for a reason. You sighed, you couldn't make up your mind. Usually you opted for darker clothing and style, but today you were feeling a little different. You stepped out of the dressing room in the white two piece skirt and found Larissa waiting for you. "Hey Riss, do you like this?" She looked up from her phone and eyed you up and down, her mouth opening when she did. She smiled, "Y/N, that looks stunning on you, love." You looked down at the outfit questioningly, "Really?" You could see from the look in Larissa's eyes that she loved it on you, but it was still weird stepping out of your comfort zone. "Of course, white looks marvellous on you. Moving away from black, are we?" she taunted. A blush crept up on your cheeks as you looked to the ground, "Just this once" you mumbled. After Larissa bought you the outfit, she insisted that you go to the washroom and change. You weren't sure what her plan was, but you had to admit that spending this time with her and getting to dress up was super fun.

When you were on the road again, Larissa told you to close your eyes and not to peak. After a few minutes, you were still driving and you wondered why she told you to close your eyes so early. "Riss, I'm scared, why do I have to close my eyes?" She chuckled at you before turning into a parking lot. "Okay darling, now open!" You opened your eyes and swivelled your head around to see your favorite noodle place. Your eyes lit up and you almost smiled, almost. You turned to Larissa as a blush crept up on your cheeks. You reached out for her and she leaned into you, hugging you tight. "You know me so well" you whispered.

You both were dressed too fancy for this restaurant. You looked like you were going to an expensive restaurant, and you knew Larissa would rather that. Yet, here you were, eating noodles together at an average looking place. Larissa and you both got the ramen, and you held back a laugh when she picked up the chop sticks and put too many noodles into her mouth, panicking and looking at you with wide eyes. You reached your hand out and held her unoccupied hand, eating your noodles in the same messy fashion that she was. Larissa wasn't the best with chop sticks, but she tried, she would do anything to make you happy.

As Larissa pulled up to the beach downtown, you wondered how many places she's taken you today. You didn't want her to think you were fragile or needed to be coaxed out of your depressive episode, but you appreciated it none the less. As you got out of the car, Larissa took off her heels. "C'mon love, take your shoes off and follow me." You did as she said and grabbed her hand, following her down the sandy beach. As you walked slightly behind her, the sun illuminated her figure in a golden hue. You realized that Larissa was your rock, your savior, and your saving grace. She was always there for you when nobody else was, and in reality, she always had more energy and strength than you did, even though she worked harder than you.

"Two chocolate ice cream please" you watched your girlfriend say to the woman at the ice cream booth with a smile. God you would never ever get tired of that smile, her cute chubby cheeked, toothy smile. You walked along the beach further with your ice creams, feeling the hot sand in your toes. You needed this, to feel alive. To see the ocean, feel the sand and the breeze, to be able to breathe in the warm air. Until this point, all you've felt is trapped, no air, no ability to breathe. For days you've felt like you were in the ocean, trapped under water with nobody to save you and nowhere to go.

Larissa placed a blanket down on the sand, which she again pulled out of nowhere, and sat down, patting the spot next to her. You sat down and stared at the ocean, eating your ice cream and just trying to be in the moment. As the sun started setting, you looked around the beach and saw so many people sitting together, enjoying being alive. Perhaps there are moments in which being here is worth it. The world can be a lovely, enjoyable place, with lots of beauty to admire. You looked over at Larissa, who was lost in the sound of the ocean. You admired her beauty, you could never create someone as ethereal and as stunning as she was, it was literally impossible. You thanked the gods, old and new, that she was real, she was here, and she was yours. You really didn't want to save yourself, hell, you didn't know how. But maybe, just maybe, Larissa was sent to you for a reason. Maybe Larissa Weems, your incredible girlfriend and hopefully soon to be wife, was here to save you from yourself. Maybe life was worth living, if you could live it with her. You decided in that moment that as long as Larissa was alive, you wanted to be too. You smiled for the second time in the past few days, at nothing other than Larissa herself. You smiled not your hair, or the dress, or the food that she bought you, but at the angel before you, she never failed. You had Larissa, and that was everything you needed. A tear fell down your cheek as you smiled at her, and you had to stop yourself from bursting into tears. This time, it wasn't because you were sad, but because you were grateful, and in love. Larissa's eyes met yours as she licked her ice cream, and she watched a tear fall down your face. Her smile turned to a frown as she cupped your cheek in her hand. "What's wrong my love?" she asked. You looked into those sapphire eyes, ones you prayed you could get lost in forever. You grabbed the back of her head and crashed her lips to yours, tasting the chocolate ice cream that she had on her tongue. You kissed her and cried a bit before pulling back and resting your forehead against hers. "Thank you for taking care of me Larissa. I owe you my life, and I love you with every fibre of my being."

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rippersz · 8 months

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4. Lover’s Horror

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(Cannibal!Larissa Weems x Reader) (TW: GORE!!) (NOTE: This is an AU within an AU. Consider this a diverging path. My version of Cannibal!Larissa Weems would NOT do something like this; but it IS October - so I wanted to do something creepy.) (DARK FIC; DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. CANNIBALISM.)

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A deep world-rumbling croak of thunder is the thing that wakes you up. Not the lightning flashing on the other side of the windows, or the hard droplets of rain and hail that strike the Academy roof; not even the lack of a body on the other side of the bed was enough to pull you out of sleep.

But now that you’re out of it, and very much awake, the sudden realization that you’re alone has your heart beating wildly. Where has she gone? And how has she been gone so long that the other side of the bed feels cold? She’s not the type to get up in the middle of the night and disappear; usually she’s far too exhausted to even bother getting dressed into anything but a single pair of sweatpants.

So what could have possibly stolen her attention away? And why hadn’t she woken you up? And when was she even planning on coming back to bed?

You let out a soft groan into your hands before tugging the duvet off of your body. It’s rather annoying, having to get up like this, but the quicker you seduce Larissa back into the warmth of your sheets, the quicker you’ll have her arms around you again. And what a slice of paradise that is… to feel her hum softly into the back of your neck after she’s finally gotten comfortable… long cold legs teasing your own as she pulls you as close as she can… her slurred words falling into silence as dreams slowly tug her into the dark of sleep…

Being with her at night, so safe and so comfortable, is your most favorite thing on Earth. And she knows that. So where the Hell is she?

You’re confused for a very long moment after opening the door to your bedroom. She’s not in the en-suite or the walk-in closet; and she’s not in the study either. All of the lights are off, all of the doors are closed.

But there’s a sound. A very odd sound. Coming from the guest bedroom? No. You turn around. It’s coming from the living room. A very odd sound, indeed. Like the scrape of… something against… something. Glass, maybe? Did she drop a plate? Or fine china? Porcelain? Is she… cleaning the dishes? With a metal sponge? Or is she just… scratching something together on purpose? Maybe it’s an animal, actually. And maybe she’s gone out to get something that will get rid of it? But how could any animal have gotten in? And why would it make that sound? Like…

Like…

You turn the corner into the living room, and see the dark. There’s nothing there. You still, allowing your ears to clear, allowing your mind to catch up and tell you-

The kitchen.

That’s where.

Dread pours down your spine.

Larissa… we talked about this.

You make your way to the kitchen as slowly as you can. Your feet, socked and soft, walk carefully along the wooden floor until you turn. And see her.

Through the dark.

Lit by a single candle.

Sweatpants low on her waist, snowy hair unpinned. Disheveled. Shaking? Is she… is she shaking? Her chest heaves with effort. With strong breaths. With… exertion.

What is she doing? Hunched over something? Her hair is a curtain, but she’s standing. Crouching? You can’t tell. You don’t know.

What the fuck is going on?

There’s something in the back of your mind telling you to run.

It’s soft. A very quiet voice. Asking you to please leave. To escape. But what is there to escape? And where will you escape to? Larissa is just… well. She’s- huh.

You frown.

“…Riss?”

The world seems to break.

Everything stops.

Her body stills. Her breaths, ragged and wheezy, stop dead in her chest. The scraping sound falls into silence.

Caught, the voice murmurs. She’s been caught.

“What the hell is going on? Are you okay?” For some reason, your tone is hushed. Not too loud. You don’t want to break whatever… the fuck is happening.

But that doesn’t matter.

Too late, as they say.

The damage has been done.

Larissa’s head rises. Slow, uncertain, inhuman and dreadful.

You swallow.

And simply can’t compute what you see.

Red.

A lot of it.

So much.

Painted onto her lips, her chin, her bare chest and her collarbones and some of her neck. Her right hand holds a fork. Her left clutches the side of a plate. Both of them slippery with red.

Crimson.

Glinting in the light of the flickering candle.

Giving her away.

Caught.

Caught caught caught.

We talked about this Larissa.

Don’t you remember what we talked about?

As long as I don’t see it.

As long as you don’t serve me.

As long as it’s yours and yours alone.

Is this why she crawled out of bed?

For…

Chunks. On the plate. Torn, fleshy chunks.

Lungs, the voice says. Cubes of it.

Ripped and torn; bloodied and fresh.

Raw.

You never discussed raw. You didn’t think raw was a thing. You didn’t even consider it as an option.

Raw makes you sick. Blood makes you sick.

Some of it is smudged onto the tip of her nose. The edge of her jaw is covered by shadow. Her hair falls into two parted wavy curtains, white strands sticking to the red on her face.

The blue eyes you love so much are wide with adrenaline - as though she’s just run miles. White eyebrows lifted, surprised; and the lines in her face deeper from the lack of light.

She’s still Larissa.

But she’s also…. She’s not.

You’re taking a step back without thinking.

“Larissa…” you can barely hear yourself over the sudden thump of your heart.

Raw.

Raw raw raw.

Not animal.

Not beef. Not pork. Not even bull or ram or lamb.

Not normal.

Your palms are clammy.

The fork slips from her hand with a loud clatter. It makes her eyelashes flutter.

It makes you run.

For so long you hadn’t heard the bell toll.

You thought it was over.

You thought it was fine. Out of sight, out of mind. You were safe with her. You were safe with her.

But even as you dart for the foyer, feet nearly slipping in your haste, the only thing you can think is raw.

She ate it raw.

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Again, this was like an AU within an AU. Cannibal!Larissa Weems would not eat raw meat. But it’s spooky month, so let’s pretend for one (1) moment that she does. Hope this was okay. - Rip x

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sith-as-heck · 2 years

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Homecoming.

The last person Lokki expected to visit on a sunny afternoon was his daughter.

“Lok..” Alexsandr broke the silence of the living room, he stood admiring the way the sun bounced off the lake outside, but a shuttle coming into land caught his attention “There’s a First order shuttle about to land.”

Lokki looked up from his datapad, a look of annoyance on his face “What in the name of Chobb do they want now?”

He rose from his seat and brushed down his clothes

“Have you done anything recently?”

“No more than usual.”

Alexsandr smiled “So thats a yes then.”

There was a light breeze that rustled through Lokki’s hair as he stood on the porch, ready to greet whatever sycophant the first order had sent to meet with him this time.

What he didn’t expect to see was his daughter, half limping and half crawling towards them.

“Syn’Da?”

It had been years since they saw each other last, they had cut off all contact when she chose the dark side of the Force and the First Order over everything, he had hated her for that.

That hatred fell away like dead petals, she looked hurt, his parental instinct took over and he rushed towards her.

“Syn..”

He threw his arms around her, her clothes had rips and burns on them, there was blood coming from her nose.

She clung to him like a woman lost at sea finding land

“Papa..” She spoke in a gasp “Forgive me, for everything…”

“Syn’Da calm down..” Alexsandr stood behind them, his tone full of skepticism “What happened?”

“We were just pawns..”

There was a fear in her voice that made Lokki want to cry

“Pawns are expendable..I tried….I tried to convince Ky- Ben to come with me…” She took a deep breath. “He wouldn’t..he might even be dead I don’t know.”

She buried her head in Lokki’s chest, crying so hard her whole body shook.

“We were promised everything and it was all a fucking lie..”

Lokki stroked her hair and looked up at Alexsandr who was still looking at Syn’Da with distrust.

“Come..lets get you inside..”

Lokki stood up, Syn’Da came with him

“Go..We’ll follow.”

Once Syn’Da was out of earshot, Alexsandr sighed.

“What do you think happened?”

“Not sure..But we can’t exactly turn her away, can we?”

Alexsandr raised his eyebrows “Are you forgetting everything she’s done?!”

“Let's not go down that path, Alex..” Lokki sneered, he was upset, angry and worried. “Look at her..I haven’t seen her like that since she stayed up to watch that horror vid, remember?”

There was a long pause, before Alexsandr frowned

“She isn’t a child anymore..” He brought a hand to his beard. “But you're right, we should give her a chance to at least explain..”

Lokki nods.

What in the galaxy could have scared her so much that she’d run home?

#OC: Syn'Da Riss #OC: Lokki Riss #alexsandr kallus #star wars oc #star wars fic #part of my sequel rewrite that may not ever happen #but I got the urge to write Syn'Da and her dads

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bardic-inspo · 4 months

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1, 14, and 50 for the fic writer asks!!!

Thank you lovely!! 💜

[Fic Writer Asks]

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

Right now, Midnight Chimes is my only BG3 fic (hoping to change that very soon!) But honestly, its not a bad intro to my writing. It's an Astarion x Cursed Tav fic where the actual slow burn is between my Tav (Naomi) and the unfolding reveal of her curse/circumstances. Tav gets her own subplot, and the focus is on her/Astarion's subplots and less on the main BG3 plot (although that's sure there, too). It deals with a lot of themes I like exploring in my other work (grief, recovery, survival) with a more foreboding/haunted vibe that I've always wanted to toy with but haven't really in the past. Here's the summary/link:

[AO3 LINK]

For Fallout fic, I would say No Rest for the Wicked. It's technically set post-game, but doesn't really spoil the game itself. Featuring pining for old friends that aren't (yet) lovers, the seeds of a future OT3 (Deacon x MacCready x F! SoSu), domesticity, and the ache of just deep set emotional wounds that aren't healed yet. Angsty but hopeful, which is par for the course in most of my Fallout writing. Summary below.

[AO3 LINK]

Deacon gets it, he thinks. MacCready and Natasha are in love with each other. A kind of crazy, end-of-the-world, burn down bridges sort of in love with each other. And they’d be fine enough on their own without him. Right? “So, let me get this straight,” Deacon asks him. “You’re begging me to sleep with your girlfriend?”

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?

I would read absolutely anything by @electricshoebox. Riss does not miss and I would follow her into the abyss (heh, rhymes). Her writing is cozy to me like a nice warm blanket even when it's like. Angsty and heartwrenching. I just wanna wrap up in it and when I do, all is good.

Honestly, there's not much I wouldn't try at least once, even if it's only out of morbid curiosity. I might never go back to it again, but hey, now I know.

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

Oh no, I have no idea what to talk about here! Haha. Um.

How about the fic that got me through the pandemic: @electricshoebox's beautiful Enemies to Lovers Slow Burn (featuring Deacon and MacCready from Fallout 4): A Line in the Sand. I don't have adequate words for how amazing this fic is, so I'm just going to drop the AO3 summary/link below, but you'll probably see me absolutely wailing (not always coherently) in Riss' comments if you take a gander down there. I'll never be normal about it ever.

[READ ON AO3]

#ask games #midnight chimes #reclamations #fic recs #a line in the sand #fallout 4 #bg3

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daydream-cement · 1 year

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Hello! You might be busy so its ok to put this idea off for a while :)

but can i request a Larissa x f!reader? Making a fluffy meal together with larissa after a long day of work, and r had to question other people what food she likes, but then larissa hears abt this and requested a specific meal/food in mind (they can also bake if Larissa prefers sweets). Love ur fics as always :)

- 💗

Chocolate, Anything, Chocolate

Larissa Weems x Teacher!Reader

You sat in the teachers lounge with your colleagues. They had the opportunity to work with Larissa Weems much longer than you, so you decided to ask them about Larissa’s favorite foods. You wanted to surprise her with something and you had no clue where to start.

“I want to make Larissa dinner or something. What’s her favorite food?”

It was like the room spoke at once. Every teacher knew there was only one correct answer to that question, “Chocolate, anything, chocolate.”

After getting the answers you desired, you made your way back to your office to spend the rest of your break looking up various recipes, trying to find the perfect one for Larissa.

“Is y/n in here?” Larissa peaked into the teacher’s lounge, hoping to find you there.

“Just missed ‘em. They were just in here asking about your favorite foods. I have no clue what they are up to.” The response from the literature teacher made Larissa smile. She decided to check your office for you next.

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“A little birdie told me, you were asking about my favorite foods.” Larissa perched herself of the edge of your desk while you closed out of your most recent tab of chocolate cake recipes. You shift uncomfortably, wondering who was the person who decided to expose your plan. Larissa continued speaking, “If you want to make me something, I absolutely love a simple dark chocolate cake.”

You eyes light up at the suggestion, happy to know that you wouldn’t have to painstakingly search for a recipe you would hope she would like. The search for a recipe would be much easier now.

———

Saturday morning you awoke bright and early so you could work on Larissa’s cake. You slipped from her arms and went to the kitchen in your pajamas. The recipe you found looked perfect for Larissa.

You enjoyed some music as you worked, playing it quietly as to not wake Larissa. You were still in the measuring phase when Larissa’s arms wrapped around you. You could tell she was sleepy by the way she gently rocked back and forth while she held you.

“Good morning.” You respond to her touch in a chipper voice. Larissa remained unamused by the earliness of the morning.

“Come back to bed…” She whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You contemplated adjuring to the bedroom with her, but you had been so exited about making something for her, you shook your head no, “I can’t right now, Riss, but maybe when everything is cooling later we can watch a movie.”

Larissa closed her eyes in annoyance, but she quickly shook the feeling, knowing that you were trying to do something nice for her. She gave you a final squeeze and went to the living room where she took up a new resting place where you could see her.

She must have taken a short nap because thirty minutes later she entered the kitchen looking more bright eyes and awake. By this time, you had the cake batter finished, in the pan, and baking at 350 degrees Fahrenheit.

Larissa began making herself a pot of coffee as you began washing dishes from the cake making process. You wanted everything clean before you began working on making the frosting. While her coffee brewed, she retrieved her laptop to answer emails.

Together you did your separate activities in silence, enjoying the bit of domestic bliss you created for yourselves.

A few hours later, around lunchtime, your cake was finally complete. There was a bit of a delay when you had to shoo Larissa out of the kitchen after she asked to lick the spatula and then kept coming back for more frosting. You smiled wildly as you placed the cake at the middle of the kitchen table, ready for her to see what you created.

Larissa hit ‘save as draft’ on her current email and shut her laptop, her jaw dropping as she looked from the cake to you and back down at the cake again, “Sweetheart, this looks incredible! Thank you so much! Can I try some? We can do dessert-lunch.”

You smile at the idea. You grabbed plates and she got the forks and knife to cut the cake. Together you sat back down side-by-side, ready to try your creation. Larissa served you both a piece, but wasted no time sampling her slice.

Her eyes widened with joy and pleasure in what you created. You were mid chew when she lifted herself from her seat and placed a chocolatey kiss on your lips. When she sat back down, you sat smiling to yourself as you watched her continue to enjoy her slice.

“Oh, this is wonderful. You know, I love chocolate, anything, chocolate.”

You smile to yourself, knowing that her love of chocolate would allow you the opportunity to make her many sweet treats for the future to come.

#larissa weems #fanfic #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie #larissa weems x reader #oneshot

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Botany...Of Course, Pt 6 (NSFW)

The last part of Larissa x Peyton!! I'm so sad their vacation is over :( So much fluff, sad but happy ending, smut ;) ~2700 words

Warnings: Smut, cunnilingus, thigh riding, etc.

Pt 5

This Fleetwood Mac song is vital to the fic, listen to it if you don't know it!

Previous part*

As the concert went on, Larissa was swaying to the music, eyes fixated on the stage. She never let go of your hand. The lights reflected on her face, giving you the best view of her bright blue eyes illuminated with joy, and her white teeth showing off to the world. You shook your head. How had you fallen so hard for a woman after spending a few days with her? Yes, you had admired her, looked up to her, and revelled in her wit and beauty for the longest time, but now you truly were in deep. She was one of a kind. She was so many beautiful, wonderful things that you could never have the time to list. She was the mother of the outcasts, the voice that you'd listen to and tell it to never shut up, the sun when you thought that you wouldn't make it in your darkest days, and the moon when you needed to rest your blinding thoughts. She may have been a sight to others, one that they would revel in for a minute and then forget about. She may have been a random tall woman, a harsh principal, flesh and bones to others, nothing even. But to you and your poor neglected, touch deprived, useless gay heart, she was everything.

You both made your way back to the resort, deciding to go for a walk in the gardens. Larissa asked you questions about the plants, and you answered them all with as much passion as you truly had for them. Intoxicated you wouldn't shut up, actually. Much like in your head, you wouldn't shut up about her.

Back at your hotel room, Larissa sat you down on the bed and told you she had another surprise for you. "Close your eyes" she whispered. Skeptically you closed your eyes, and she placed something in your hands. "Okay, open" she chirped excitedly. You looked down at your hands and found a small box. You opened it slowly to find a pair of amber earrings. They were stunning. They had a dark antique boarder design and the amber sparkled in the light as you moved them around. You recognized the store name on the box and couldn't help but think about how expensive they must have been. You looked up at her with your mouth open in awe. "Oh Rissa they’re gorgeous, but I can't accept these from you" you mumbled, frowning at your own words. She sat beside you and cupped your face in her hand, turning you to meet her gaze. "Peyton, I want you to take them and let them remind you of our time here. This was the best trip that I've taken in the longest time, and it's all thanks to you. As soon as I saw these, they reminded me of your eyes, so full of life and love. Take them darling, please." You felt yourself holding back tears as you thought about the gesture. Nobody had bought you anything so meaningful before, nobody had thought of you like this before. You wrapped the tall woman in your arms and gave her kiss on the cheek, mumbling a thank you as that's all you could say, regardless of what you really wanted to say.

You were both enjoying drinks on the balcony overlooking the garden. In your head you thought back to the few times Larissa had questioned you about the plants, something that was rather funny to you. "Riss, why do you ask me so many questions about the plants?" She paused, and taking a dink of her wine she looked at you, her brows knit in confusion. "What do you mean? I like learning about them, and you are the botany teacher" she said, picking on you. You giggled, "I know, but didn’t you win a botany award in 91? You probably know more about them than I do." She dropped her gaze to the floor and chuckled, "Oh, you saw that on the wall did you?" You nodded your head. "Well sweetheart, honestly, I just think that you're adorable. When you talk about them you look so happy and passionate, and I love seeing you light up." You blushed, this woman always found a way to make you shy.

You were staring out at the tall trees in the garden reminiscing over your first Fleetwood Mac concert when you had a fabulous idea. You ran inside and turned on some music. Walking back to the woman on the balcony, you held out your hand. "Larissa, since we couldn't dance at the concert, I was wondering if you would want to dance here, with me." She took your hand and stood up, wrapping one arm around your waist and one around your neck. She looked down at you with a loving smile on her face, "I would love to, darling." You both swayed to "Songbird" by Fleetwood Mac with your head against her chest. You listened to her heart beat. Usually, you would be bothered by the people in the garden staring at you, but here with Larissa, you didn’t give a shit. As you listened to the song, you couldn't help but think about Larissa's nightmare. What if the nightshade had killed her? What if she was no longer here, heart no longer beating? What would Nevermore do without her? What would you do without her? Would you be back in Europe, wallowing in your self pity and despair? Would you be ashamed of yourself, never admitting the fact that you liked women? What a turn of events that was, for she made you want to write it in the stars for everyone to see, scream it into the abyss for everyone to hear, talk to the moon and thank her for letting you see and appreciate the beauty of women. As you heard a line from the song "And I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before," you couldn't hold back your tears any longer. You didn’t want Larissa to think that you were fragile or needy, but the whole situation tugged at your heart strings, it really did.

As Larissa felt you whimper into her chest she hugged you tighter, swaying with you until the song faded out. She led you back in from the balcony still hugging you to her. She cupped your chin and brought your gaze up to meet hers. Her eyes were glazed over and it made you feel better, yet more sad at the same time. "What are you thinking about love?" she whispered, her soft and caring voice making you sob loud. "Larissa I'm so, so glad you're still alive. I'm so grateful that you're here with me. I don't know where I'd be if you never gave me a job, if you never showed me love. I don't want you to be scared anymore, I want you to be free and happy and live." You paused for a moment, thinking about your next words. But alas, there was no question anymore, you made your decision. You looked deep into her eyes, "I want you to live Larissa. Please, let me take your memory for you." She sat down on the bed and pulled you into her lap as tears started steaming down her face. You frowned, you didn’t want to make her feel worse. Her voice was hoarse as she tried to form words. "Peyton, darling, what do you mean take my memory for me?" You stopped crying, confused, before you realized that you said 'take'. You had told Larissa that you could erase memories, you didn't tell her that you took them as your own. You didn't want her to know that, you had messed up. "Um, I didn't want to tell you, but when I erase memories, they're not actually erased. I get them as my own. They have to go somewhere, right?" you gave her a shrug and a sad chuckle. You watched her eyes widen as she took her hand from you and placed it over her mouth. She genuinely looked like she was in fear as she stared at you. Larissa no longer wanted you to take her memory. After seeing how it hurt you a couple nights ago, she decided that she would rather it hurt her than you. If you really cared about her, her memory would hurt you, but you would offer to take it regardless. If she really cared about you, she would not let you take it. You cupped her face in your hands, "Riss, it's not a big deal, I want to take it from you, I don't want you to be in pain." The woman buried her face into your shoulder as you heard her trying to muffle her cries. Tears streamed down your face as you realized the irony of the situation. Here you two were, distraught over trying to decide who should hold the memory, who should take the pain of her attempted murder when it never should have happened in the first place. Neither of you deserved it, but in the end she was alive. Larissa Weems was alive.

You cried into Larissa's hair, stroking it lightly to sooth her until you heard her start to mumble something. "I don't- want you to- be in pain either Pey" she breathed out. "You're not- taking my memory, and that's final." You wanted to laugh at the way she tried to sound authoritative and demanding in this situation, but you refrained. She finally looked at you again, her eyes red and makeup running down her cheeks. She took a deep breath and you waited for her to speak. "After I almost died, I realized that I was alone, utterly alone. I thought that I had people who cared about me, but when I survived, I realized that I no longer did. I realized that I still wanted to do so much more, and I wanted to love someone who loved me back. I never got to know what that felt like, and I almost died like that. People have broken my heart before, women have, Marilyn did. But what did the most was that when I thought I was dying, I realized nobody truly cared about me, nobody ever loved me like I loved them." You took a breath in as you felt your own heart break for her. You felt a deep pain in your chest, one you've never felt before. You stared into her eyes as you tried your hardest to find words, any words at all. Were you going to say anything to her or were you just going to stare at her? You decided to do the only thing that you could. You grabbed her makeup stained face and wiped the tears from her cheeks. You smiled at her and quickly brought your lips to meet hers. You kissed her with all the passion that you had for her, hoping to convey the message that someone cared about her, someone loved her, and that someone was you.

Tears were still streaming down your face as you kissed her. Apparently you both were full of different emotions tonight because after a few minutes, Larissa grabbed your waist and pulled you up to straddle her. As she did this you let out a whimper. This spurred the older woman on and she moved her lips down your jaw to your neck. As you felt her warm lips on you moving from the crook of your neck to suck at your pulse point, you couldn't help but grind your hips down into hers. Her lips trailed to your chest before she looked up at you and tugged at the hem of your shirt, silently asking if she could remove it. You nodded your head and it was gone in an instant. Larissa laid kisses all over your chest and stomach until she reached behind you to undo your bra. She kissed your breasts hard, leaving a couple marks behind before she took one in her mouth. God this woman turned you on so much, you couldn't help but grind into her harder. "Stand up" Larissa purred and you did as you were told. She brought her hands to your pants and undid them, slowly sliding them down your legs while taking you in. Larissa laid down and pulled you back on top of her, holding you close as your lips crashed into hers once again. She moaned into your mouth as you stuck your tongue into hers, you needed to feel her. You palmed her breasts as you tried to grind down into her. Feeling like the less dominant one here she demanded, "Stay still, don't move your hips." You froze at her tone, but you did as she commanded. She slowly sat up and started to lift her dress up around her hips. You almost started drooling at the sight of her when you saw her white thick thighs and hips, black lace panties covering her. She positioned you so that you were straddling one thigh, but she gave you a look that said 'don't move'. She cooed at you, "Do you want this Peyton? Do you want me?" and all you could mumble out was "Oh god Riss, please." Her hands landed on your hips as she began to move you against her. You couldn't contain your moans as you covered her thigh in your slick, thinking about how hot Larissa would look if she was in your position right now. As you grinded into her, you felt your release coming fast. You focused in on Larissa's beauty and listened to her whimpers as she breathed heavily, this sending you over the edge with a cry of her name.

"Oh baby, you're so messy" she moaned as you removed yourself from her thigh. You blushed and looked down, embarrassed. "Unzip my dress, darling" she breathed and you did so right away. She stood up to remove her dress and before you could get a good look at her she was on top of you, pushing you into the bed, one hand around your neck. She squeezed at your throat as she demanded "Open your mouth, pet." You did as you were told as she looked down at you with her piercing lust filled eyes. The next thing you knew, she spit in your mouth and your eyes went wide, you weren't expecting her to be like this. You swallowed and let out a small giggle as Larissa noticed your reaction and reeled it back for a second, realizing that you weren't aware of how dominant she could be. "Oh Peyton I'm sorry, I should've asked what you were alright with sweetheart." Hearing her words so caring and sweet during something like this made you need her more, but they also confirmed that you could trust her, and you did. You grabbed her face and pulled her closer to you again. "Larissa Weems I absolutely adore you, please, do whatever you want, I need you." The way the words came out of your mouth was so needy and Larissa let out a low growl before making her way down to your core. She kissed up your thighs so slowly that you just reveled in her touch, and she caught you off guard with how quickly she brought herself to your center and ran her tongue up your slit. You let out a loud moan as she did this which made her moan against you. She looked up at you and slowly inserted two fingers. As she began her pace, you were a mewling mess underneath her, you couldn't contain yourself. When her fingers got faster you screamed "Oh god mommy" before realizing what you just called her. She chuckled, "You like it that much, hm?" You nodded your head in confirmation. "You can call me mommy, love" she panted at you. She knew you were close when you started saying "Mommy, please" and your thighs started shaking. You came again with a scream and Larissa let you settle before she slipped from you and gathered you in her arms. "Mommy can I do you now?" Larissa looked at you with a smile on her face but refused, saying that you were probably tired. "Please, I want to. I want to taste you" you whimpered, longing to touch the older woman. You kissed her again, running your fingers through her white hair. "I never thought I'd hear you say that, fuck that's hot" she moaned as she sprang up and removed her panties, positioning herself over your face. You finally got a view of Larissa, and it was way better than you ever imagined it would be. You nipped at her thighs before you licked your lips and dove right in. You moaned against her clit, she tasted better than you thought she would too. As you licked and sucked at her, moans started spewing from her mouth. These were the prettiest sounds you've ever heard. She lowered herself more and grinded her hips on your face, this eliciting profanity from the woman. "Darling, keep going, that feels so good" she panted. You picked up the pace, doing the most you could without much experience. You flatted your tongue, letting her grind against you. Pretty soon her hand came down on the bed to steady herself and her hips got more erratic. "Fuck baby" she moaned loud and you felt more heat travel to your core. As you let out a whimper she came on your tongue, moaning your name. You licked up all of her before you kissed her thighs and let her climb off of you.

She gathered you in her arms again as she slowed her breathing, your head coming to rest in her neck. After a minute she kissed you again, tasting herself on your lips. She stroked your hair and cupped your cheek as she stared into your loving amber eyes. Maybe after all these years she could have a friend, a real friend. Maybe she could trust somebody and love somebody, maybe somebody could love her back. You smiled taking in her gorgeous features, hoping that she felt at least a bit better now. You gave her a kiss on the nose. She thought that maybe she would give it a chance, for nobody had loved her before, nobody had cherished her before, nobody had looked at her before, nobody like you. She smiled, "Peyton, I want to thank you for showing me respect and kindness, and for treating me like I deserve to be loved. Thank you for giving me the ability to trust again. And most of all, thank you for teaching me, about botany…of course."

#larissa weems #principal larissa weems #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #larissa weems fanfic #lesbian #principal weems #larissa x reader #so gay omg #fanfic

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