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mouse-of-dimitrescu · 5 months

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𝟷𝟸 𝙳𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 🎄 #𝟿 𝙻𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚇 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Sway ( fluff, NSFW )

WARNINGS: shapeshifting d!ck, cute Larissa, restlessness. (I think that's it, tell me if I need to add more warnings )

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Christmas was Larissa's favourite time of the year. The beautiful lights and glorious decorations made her golden heart warm. She was one of those people who put Christmas decorations up as soon as the clock striked December, and stocked up on hot chocolate as soon as it turned a degree colder. You and Larissa had been married for three years and for every year end, you decorated your house together, putting up the tree and the shimmering lights. Afterwards, you would always treat yourselves to hit chocolate with extra marshmallows and your homemade chocolate chip cookies that Larissa adored.

Nevermore closed for the Christmas holidays, allowing Larissa to stay at home with you during that period. One thing about Larissa: she would always get restless during the holidays. She wasn't used to having so little to do and naturally, she tried to keep herself as busy as possible.

You returned home from grocery shopping one afternoon to find Larissa reorganising the kitchen. You placed the bags down and cleared your throat.

" Rissy, what are you doing?" You asked, making the poor woman jump slightly, not expecting your presence.

" Organising the kitchen...for the new year." Larissa stood up and placed her hand on her hip, trying to act as casual as possible. You sighed and looked to your wife.

" Bored?" You tried to hide your smile.

Larissa let out a groan. " I love being at home with you, don't get me wrong. But I just don't know what to do with myself. I try watch a movie on Netflix and then I zone out because I feel like I'm wasting my time. Then I try to do something creative, like making a necklace with the bead set, but I never finish it because I know I'll never wear that stupid necklace anyway." Larissa squeezed the bridge of her nose. " Sorry I'm rambling."

You walked up to Larissa and hugged her with understanding. " It must be difficult for you to change your schedule in favour of the holidays. And we have to stay indoors, it's cold out. Have you tried reading?"

Larissa nods. " Yes, dear. But I get distracted by the thought of what I could be doing." Larissa gave you a little squeeze and kissed your cheek. " Don't worry about me, darling. I'm sure I'll manage."

" Maybe we can pack these groceries away for a start and then see what we can do." You suggested. Larissa nodded and you both began packing the cupboards with the groceries you bought. You worked silently and peacefully, Larissa occasionally letting out a hum of approval when she liked something you bought. She obviously smiled when sje saw the bag of hot chocolate and she put it away neatly.

" Maybe this evening you can teach me how to make those chocolate chip cookies?" Larissa asked, seeing that you had bought more ingredients to do so.

" Sounds like a plan." You smiled. You felt Larissa wrap her arms around you from behind and place a light kiss on the back of your neck. She turned your body slightly and leant down to kiss your lips gently. You smiled and hugged her, eventually beginning to sway together.

" You are aware that there's no music playing?" She chuckled.

" Oh hush. I just want to be close to you." You laughed and looked up to Larissa. You planted a small kiss on her jawline and eventually rested your head on her shoulder as you swayed. She smiled at your actions and kissed the top of your head, leaning her chin gently upon it. She began humming a soft tune, shutting her eyes and finding comfort in home. With your arms wrapped snugly around her waist, your body pressed against hers and you both sought out the warmth in one another.

" Dear, you don't look warm enough. You should go and put on another jumper." Larissa said softly, rubbing your arms up and down with her hands.

" I'm fine—" You tried to shrug it off but by looking at Larissa, she pulled a stern expression. You rolled your eyes playfully. " Fine, fine." You put your hands up in a surrendering motion and went to your shared bedroom to shuffle through the wardrobe. You put on Larissa's grey fluffy jumper and hugged yourself. It smelt of her.

" That looks adorable on you, dear." Larissa walked into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling you onto her lap.

" Why thank you. I love wearing your clothes." You smiled.

" They're not even your style." Larissa shook her head and looked at you with an amused grin.

" No, they're not. But I still like them. They're cozy. When you shop for clothes, you always know exactly what to buy." You kissed Larissa's cheek, adjusting yourself on her lap so you could wrap an arm around her neck.

" You're such a minx, you know that?" Larissa smiled and kissed your cheek, eventually smiling against it, beginning to laugh slightly.

You giggled at her laughter and tilted your head. " Why are you laughing?"

" You're just so sweet. I love you. I'm so glad I married you?" Larissa peppered kissed over your cheeks, causing you to giggle more.

" Aww, Rissy. I love you too." You hugged Larissa, straddling her lap to do so.

In an instant, Larissa had flipped you over and began tickling you, making you squeel and laugh. She knew how ticklish you were and she loved teasing you about it. You felt her cold fingertips inch under your jumper, your breath hitched and you carried on laughing. Larissa laughed too, coming down to kiss you. She caressed your body and you shivered slightly, feeling Larissa's hands beginning to warm under your skin.

" Cold, love?" Larissa smiled, lying next door to you and keeping her one hand under your jumper while the other hand played with your hair.

" Your hands are cold." You smiled.

" I can...warm you up?" Larissa hinted, smiling slightly down at you. You said nothing but grinned, pulling Larissa in for a kiss. " And I'll take that as a yes?" She laughed.

" Yes please." You giggled snd kissed Larissa's neck, feeling the soft, sensitive skin under your touch. Larissa's breath hitched at your actions, making you smile.

" Can I shift?" She asked, causing you to grow even more aroused. You nodded quickly, kissing Larissa again. As she shifted, she groaned into our mouth and you looked down to see the bulge in her pants. You bit your lip and looked at your wife — you were both breathing heavily from the kiss and she nodded in your direction.

At that nod, you quickly slipped your hand under the waistband of her pants, feeling her cock straining in her knickers. You experimentally ran a finger over it, causing Larissa to gasp.

" Please ride me, darling." Larissa whispered.

You smiled, slipping both her pants and her knickers off, throwing them to the side. Larissa couldn't wait — her hand had already found her cock as she gently stroked it, causing her breathing to become heavier and precum to leak off the tip. You looked over at her and leant down to kiss the tip of her cock, licking the precum off and tasting her.

" Darling, please. Please." Larissa reached over to you and began tugging at your clothes, attempting to assist you in getting them off. You happily stripped for your wife, planting a small kiss on her cheek before straddling her.

You felt Larissa reach down and gently rub the tip of her cock through your folds, occasionally grazing against your sensitive clit, causing your hips to move slightly. You eventually sunk down, feeling Larissa's warm cock enter you and stretch apart your walls.

" Oh....Larissa..." You shut your eyes and moaned as she entered you fully. You stayed still for a few moments, breathing heavily before looking at Larissa. She reached over and caressed your waist, trailing her hands up to your boobs as she fingered your nipples. That only made you wetter and you bit your lip.

" I'm going to move." You breathed out, holding onto Larissa's arms to steady yourself as you ricned your hips slowly back and forth. Larissa's cock throbbed inside you at your actions, tapping and moving against your walls.

" Oh, fuck..." Larissa shut her eyes and laid her head back. You moaned and clasped onto Larissa's arms. Larissa moved her hands to your hips as you began to bounce on her cock. She helped steady you as you did so.

" You're so...tight." Larissa moaned loudly, digging her nails into your sides as you moved on top of her.

Your wife began to thrust her hips up, aiding your movements. You moaned as she hit your g-spot, making your walls tighten around her momentarily, making Larissa moan too. Both of your movements began to get more urgent as you felt Larissa thrust deeper into you.

" Rissy! Oh!" You moaned when you felt Larissa's hips rise again, slamming into you as you both increased your paces, syncing with each other. A small amount of sweat covered your bodies as you both tried to reach your climax.

With each thrust and bounced Larissa's cock pulsated against that sweet spot inside of you, you felt your walls tighten around her again and your breathing became even more rapid and uneven. Moans filled the room along with the musky scent of sex and the fusion of your perfumes.

" Are you going to cum for me?" Larissa asked, letting out a groan as she entered you again.

" Yes! Fuck!" You cried out.

" Can I come inside you?" Larissa asked, trying to conceal the desperation in her tone.

" Yes! Please... Rissy!" You begged as you felt yourself nearing your orgasm.

As you climaxed against Larissa's cock, she came too, filling you up with her white seed. Both of your bodies shuddered as you moaned each others' names. The sensation of Larissa cumming inside of you sent waves of pleasure coursing through your shaking body. Larissa and you helped each other ride out your orgasms as you slowed down your paces, breathing heavily and grasping onto each other.

Larissa gently lifted your body up, slowly pulling out if you. The mixture of you cum and hers trailed down your thighs and she chuckled. Your wife lifted you up, shifting her cock back into her pussy as she took you to the bathroom. She cleaned both you and herself up and you smiled.

" We need to do that again sometime." You laughed, grabbing two face cloths, running them under the two and handing one to Larissa. You both wiped the sweat off your faces and she smiled back.

" I agree ." She pecked your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss. " I love you, my dear." She whispered against your lips.

" I love you too, Rissy." You whispered back. " Let's shower quickly and get started on those chocolate chip cookies." You winked, making Larissa chuckle.

You and Larissa stood in the shower, the water poured over you as you spoke and laughed together. It was the little things. Those little moments that made you whole. You weren't alone cut into obscure fragments — you belonged and so did Larissa. Larissa was there. And she was beautiful. And you loved her so fucking much it seemed almost impossible not to smile in her presence. In this limited segment of eternity, you felt sempiternal.

You and Larissa changed quickly into your pajamas. Your wife urged you to use the hair dryer that evening because it was cold and she didn't want you to get sick. Your heart melted at her concern but you hated the hair dryer. It was loud.

" Rissy, I won't get sick." You scoffed and eventually gave in, grabbing the hair dryer.

" You might. And no one wants to blow their nose on Christmas. Especially not in this house." Larissa kissed your cheek and began to run a brush through your hair. You blushed and smiled, feeling her soft fingertips run through it too.

" Thank you." You whispered, Larissa smiled at you, making eye contact with you in the looking glass.

She kissed your cheek and you turned to her, giving her a soft kiss on her lips and a little peck on the tip of her nose, making her scrunch her nose and smile. Larissa dried her hair too and you both eventually went downstairs, checking the pantry. You got the ingredients out to make the chocolate chip cookies and Larissa out on some music. The Fleet Foxes began playing in the backround as you baked together.

" Where are the instructions?" Larissa asked, rummaging through recipe books and papers on the kitchen counter.

" In my head." You smiled.

Larissa raised her eyebrow. " How can you cope? Oh dear, well, tell me what to do." Larissa packed the books away. You laughed at her concern for not having a set recipe and instructions to abide by. Larissa gave you a faux annoyed glance before cracking up too.

" I'm the principal for a reason, darling." She said through laughter, kissing your cheek.

You lead Larissa through the process and you baked the cookies. Once the cookies were finally in the oven, you and your wife took a step back. You began making hot chocolate for the both of you as you waited for the cookies.

" We can't have cookies for dinner, dear." Larissa said, leaning against the counter.

" Says who?" You smiled and added extra marshmallows to Larissa's hot chocolate. She happily took her cup and sipped from it.

" I do. Now, are we going to make dinner or are we just going to order something?" She asked.

You thought for a moment. " Pizza sounds lovely. What do you say?"

Larissa chuckled. " Of course, you know which toppings I want."

You got out your phone and placed an order for two large pizzas.

The pizzas soon arrived just as you and Larissa finished off your second cups of hot chocolate. You brought the pizza inside and placed it on the counter.

" Two large pizzas?" Larissa walked over to you and took a box.

" I'm hungry, I don't know about you. But if you can't finish it, you can save it for later." You smiled and opened your pizza box.

" No, I'm eating it." Larissa chuckled and took out a slice of pizza, beginning to eat it.

You ate your pizzas at the kitchen table, almost forgetting to check on the cookies which were baking well in the oven. After a few monents of checking on them, you smiled.

" I think they're ready." You got oven mits, removing the tray from the oven and placing the cookies on a plate to cool down. Larissa immediately got up and stood right next to you, savouring the smell of them.

" Maybe I should make another load of them. These will probably be finished in three days by the looks of things." You chuckled. Larissa playfully slapped your arm and you both giggled.

" Most likely." Larissa kissed your head.

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𝙸 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜.

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billiedeansbitch · 6 months

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𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫

(𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

a/n: finally some fluff with our favourite (not dead) mommy <3

warning/s: none.

“Watch the stars with me.” It wasn’t a request nor was it a question. Larissa shifted her eyes from the correspondence she was writing, her hand pausing midway in completing an exceptionally long word. The tip of her fountain pain was then lifted from the paper to prevent it from bleeding further. She looked at you, her face morphing into something more softer.

“Come on. I haven’t been able to watch the stars for a while.”

The stars looked magnificent tonight, burning bright and littered all over in the dark sky, outshining the moon itself. Truly, it was a sight to see. Perhaps indulging your demand wouldn’t do much harm and she needed a break. An all too well deserved break.

She pushed her seat and stood up without argument, running her palms down her dress to soothe the wrinkles and adjusting her dress. She took the hand you were offering, intertwining her fingers along with yours and allowing the heat to soothe her sore knuckles. She had either been typing or writing too much.

The smile on her lips, one that was too sweet and too tender, made your heart squeeze in your chest. It reminded you of that one time when she unceremoniously dropped a kiss on your forehead after driving her back home. It had been late, and she was tired, a little tipsy, too. It might have been the wine but it made your heart squeeze all the same.

Trailing from behind, hands still connected, she followed you to the balcony of her office where the cold air of the night breeze through tainting her cheeks pink and making her step closer to you. The night was peaceful making up for the chaos that it had been all day, allowing the older woman to decompress.

“Are you okay? Not freezing your tits or something, boss?” You giggled, the chilled air made her cheeks flushed or was it your hand that was still encased with hers?

You gave her hand another squeeze before letting go, your hesitation was clear, but Larissa was too engrossed admiring the stars to notice. You watched her wrap her arms around herself, rubbing her palms on the sleeves of her dress.

“I’m all right, dear. Thank you for checking. Are you comfortable, yourself?” She said, drawing her eyes from the stars to look at you. You didn’t say a word, instead you shifted closer to her, pressing to her side and dropping your head to her shoulder, carefully so, as if moving too suddenly would scare her away. You hoped that was enough to show her how comfortable you were despite struggling to match her height. You kept your hand mostly to yourself.

Just then you felt her adjusting, levelling her shoulder down to let you rest your head properly without standing on your toes. She would have loved to tease you about it and she probably would next time but tonight, it all felt romantic to even try. Though she wasn’t at all successful at suppressing the goofy grin on her lips.

She sighed, letting her head fall to yours.

“The stars are truly beautiful tonight.” Her gaze wandered, looking for any present constellation.

“Indeed they are, boss.” You had your eyes on her, it was a bit difficult with your head position but you could see the underside of her chin and jaw. She’s beautiful and you didn't care about the damn stars.

“Work ended a few hours ago. I’m no longer your boss.”

“And what else would you like me to call you? Mommy, perhaps?” There was a playful bite in your tone, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the woman.

“That’s not—that’s…no!” she was fumbling. Unbelievable! Her cheeks were flushing, too cute and too much for your own little heart.

You rubbed your cheek to her clothed shoulder, your eyes glittering with mirth, “I’m merely teasing, Larissa. Relax, please. Unless…” You wiggled your brows at her, daunting her further.

Larissa knew it was best to ignore your shenanigans, and that’s what she did, she let her silence speak for herself and by the look on your face you accepted your defeat and settled down.

She let the hum of the forest and night creatures fill in her ears, taking in the uninterrupted silence. Being in your presence eased her thoughts. Nothing was more important beyond this interaction, the little glances shared in between with your cheeky smile never failing to make her feel warm. She wanted to kiss your lips.

Later, you found your hand twitching closer and closer until your pinkies touched. Larissa looked down. She made the move; grabbing your hand. She went back gazing at the sky.

“You missed what could possibly be a shooting star.” She could see you staring at her from the corners of her eyes.

Your gaze didn’t waver, “I like what I am looking at. And no, I don’t think I’d be needing that wish tonight but thanks for telling me. Did you make a wish though?”

She looked at you, “Yes.”

“What did you wish for?”

“It won’t happen if I tell you."

“That’s silly.”

When the wind blew and you shivered next to her, the older woman followed her instinct to wrap her arms around you from behind without putting much thought into it. It was severely unlike her. She too, was cold, and it was a mistake that she discarded her jacket early on but the feeling of your bare arms against hers was rewardingly good, better even.

“All good?”

You nuzzled into her, feeling the press of her breasts against your upper back, her hands on your tummy pulling you into her arms, shielding you from the cold. “Yes, definitely all good. Thanks.”

“I can get used to this.” Larissa absentmindedly blurted out, too absorbed by the whole thing happening to give her mind a chance to contemplate her words.

“The cold weather?” With eyes full of mischief you spun around, her hands landing on your hips.

“No, you fool. This–us. I don’t know what we are but I enjoy this. I enjoy holding your hand. I enjoy having you so close to me, how you ogle at my breasts sometimes even if the act alone is too perverse I find myself enjoying the attention. After all, we're just human beings with needs.”

You pushed yourself up, hand on her chest, “And I would love to supply those needs if you let me.”

Larissa had a bittersweet smile, touched by the way you said those words while you were looking into her eyes depicting your genuine intent. You didn’t even stutter. You bravely faced her, giving yourself to her and for that, she reached her hand out, sweetly cradling your cheeks with her gentle palm, her thumb stroking against the cooled skin.

“You know how to expertly sway a woman, don’t you, darling?” She giggled. When did she ever giggle? What is this that you are doing to her? Giggling and blushing…Gosh, Larissa felt like she was two decades younger.

"If I wasn't so small, I would have swept you off of your feet and kissed you, Larissa Weems. The things you do to me are insane. You are driving me insane."

Larissa put a finger under your chin, coaxing you to look up. Her lips were a hair's breadth away, and you couldn't, for the love of God, tear your gaze away. You were quivering with anticipation, dizzy with the closeness of your faces and her warm touch. Her lips were begging to be kissed.

You took a deep breath, “Fuck the stars.” You surged forward, hand cupping her neck to pull her down. You felt her gasp on your lips. Larissa could as well be freezing her tits in this ungodly cold night, her muscles stiffening but she couldn't bring herself to care, not when she had you like this, so putty in her hands. She could feel the way your pulse jumped as her hand rested quite perfectly above your jugular area. Your hand fisting her clothes seemingly grounding yourself. You looked so tempted. So hungry. It elicited a spark in her belly, her lips curled into a coy grin.

Your hand soon gave up on clutching her dress and cupped her face instead. You kissed her gently, the languid movement of your lips matching the strokes of your thumb on her face. Her fingers in your hair curling and tugging, still with care. The way she held on to your hip had a slice of possessiveness and you welcomed it. Your body succumbed to her as she backed you up the nearest wall, it was cold and you pulled away to curse but it was then swallowed when her lips dove right back.

The pace of the kiss stayed consistent, and the mere seconds felt so much longer, like you had been kissing her for hours yet you wanted more until being out of breath was the only reason you'd pull away. You didn't want to part but that was what happened, you panted as you tried collecting yourself, head tucked under her chin and she held you steadily.

In retrospect, maybe she should have kissed you sooner, maybe she should have aimed for your lips instead of your forehead that night. She knew she badly wanted to but for some reason, and she knew it was for the best, she kissed your forehead and bid you goodnight. She thought about it in her bed; the smell of your shampoo and sweat and the hairspray mingling together creating a distinct scent that made her brain foggy. She saw the smile that stayed on your lips when she looked back before crossing her threshold. She hoped she could have been braver.

"You're thinking out loud." you murmured,

Her gaze fell down, tucking a piece of stray hair behind your ear, something innocently sweet that made your heart flutter, "I was thinking the night of the gala."

A smile creeped on your lips, "When you had too much to drink and I had to drive you home?"

"You insisted on driving me home if I remember correctly, darling."

"I did. You were beautiful that night. I could hardly look away from you if you noticed."

She did, yes, and she had quite a hard time trying to act so normal about it that was why she drank wine beyond her limit, thanks to you.

"You are too charming for your own good."

"And you are too tall so lean down and kiss me some more."

You both went for another round of kiss, her lips strayed a couple of times, trailing down your neck until her lips were stopped by the collar of your shirt. She didn't insist on going any further and went back to dip her tongue into your mouth. All of this kissing and caressing made you throb.

She was smiling indulgently as she pulled away, forehead to forehead, “I wished for you.” she breathed.

“I fucking knew it!” With a smile so big, you lunged yourself into her as if you weren’t already pressed. Larissa almost stumbled down, lucky you, she regained her footing and held you.

“You are so cheesy.”

For the remainder of the night you stayed tangled up together, kissing and all.

Shooting star or not, you knew you’d be hers. That much was clear.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #gwendoline christie imagines #larissa weems imagine #larissa x reader #principal larissa weems #fluff with some kissing <3 #wednesday netflix #larissa weems is such a big baby #gwendoline christie

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crow-raven-crow · 2 months

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Heyyy, love your writing!

It’s a bit specific but I was wondering if you could do a Larissa x reader fic where reader takes antidepressants but stopped taking them for whatever reasons then decided to start taking them again and gets really bad serotonin syndrome as her body gets used to the meds again? And Larissa is just concerned. Like just a cute fluff kinda type vibe???

Much love and take care x

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Serotonin Syndrome - a potentially fatal drug-induced condition caused by too much serotonin in the synapses in the brain. This is caused by a medication or mix of them building up high levels of serotonin.

Signs and symptoms include: restlessness, insomnia, confusion, rapid heart rate, high blood pressure, dilated pupils, loss of muscle coordination, twitching muscles, muscle rigidity, nervousness, sweating, nausea, blurred vision, feeling like you're in a dream like state

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The covers gave you no comfort tonight - fabrics and scents you usually melted into only stuck to your skin like static. The darkness of the room was casted away by the welcomed silver light of the moon, but the clouds at the edges of your vision only fed restlessness and frustration to you by the spoonful as you turned over for what felt like the thousandth time that night. Your body felt stiff, stuck, tired as you continued to beg it for some rest.

You were back on your antidepressants after long days of contemplation. You didn't think it would be this hard, things never seemed this hard.. The blankness, the dullness that compressed your mind being oh so silent yet all too loud at the same time - the overwhelming presence and lack of your thoughts that stood stationary at the front of your mind pressed on with no will to stop. Your body felt heavy, your bones carrying an ache you wished to forget.

You moved to her side of the bed, bringing your knees close to your chest as you inhaled small pieces of her perfume. For how exhausted you were, the rapid hammering of your heart only served as a reminder of how much longer you could be awake tonight. The pounding in your ears didn't settle no matter how hard you tried to calm your breaths, and the constant inhale and exhale was taking much more out of you than you'd like to admit. You moved the covers off of your body, upset at the layer of sweat that covered your skin, and forced the cool air of the night to shock your system.

As waves of goosebumps appeared across your skin and shivers ran through you, your eyes wandered over to the golden light seeping in from underneath the bedroom door. Your lover sat beyond those walls, a goddess of comfort, a source of haven that you were so grateful to have. You longed to forget this heavy feeling. Running your hands over your legs, you thought of the comforting warmth that sat just past those doors, the gentle kisses, the softest touches, the sanctuary that was just feet away.

You breathed in through your nose, feeling the air swirl in through you until you felt your lungs max out, hoping that the action alone would calm the newfound pit growing in your stomach, and stood as you pushed the air out of your mouth. The long night had slowly turned into a dream to you, the chill you felt under the moonlight only adding to the pull that the golden glow gave to you. You felt weightless as your feet sunk into the rug underneath you, yet the weight in your chest was ever present the closer you got to holding your hand out towards the handle.

Wood, dark and ancient and carved and worn - the only thing that separated you from something you wanted so badly, from someone you wished to melt into. The doorknob shocked your fingertips as you took hold of it, the small spark of light being enough to cause your heart to rage on again. Your lips formed into a thin line, your mind blanking as the sudden thought of going back to the bed faded from your mind - you pushed forward.

The heavy door creaked as it moved, showing its age as your wish to walk into her presence quietly slipped away from you. Your mind acknowledged the fact that you had entered the space completely, but you couldn't help but feel disconnected from yourself - knowing that you had entered a new room, touching the cold planks under your feet, feeling the heat from the roaring flames greeting your side, yet not knowing if you were truly awake.

The door to your shared quarters shut with a click, and your eyes slowly made their way to the concerned figure presented at the desk. Her hair was pure white as the moonlight guided though each strand, but the flames that burned in front of her painted her features in a caramel hue. Her eyes, capsules that carried the ocean in their blues, wandered over your tired figure in growing worry - gliding over your wrinkled, oversized shirt, to the fidgeting of your hands, to the small heaves of your chest. She took in every ounce that you offered her, and damn did she read it all like a book.

"Darling.. Is everything alright..?" Her voice cut through the air like a hot knife to butter, her accent coursing through the room and wrapping you in its safe hold, the love, the worry dripping from it completely unhidden from your soul. It was hard to focus, your eyes moving in slow, blurred circles around the room that made the cloudy edges of your vision ever more present.

"U-Um.." You didn't mean for your voice to crack, didn't mean for it to break and weaken and fade out and run from you since you never wanted anyone to worry, since you never wanted her to worry… But you were hers.. and she was yours, so she knew the truth without asking.. So of course at the first sound of your voice escaping your lips in such a small way she was already up to her feet.

The soft pads of her heels stepping onto the large rug beneath her desk soon faded into heavy clicks against the dark wood floor, growing louder until they stopped in front of you. Her fingertips, gentle and soft with their touch, traced over the curves of each of your wrists. They circled around and traced their way up your arms, the touch grounding you and bringing you back to her.

Your eyes slowly focused on hers as one of her hands came to rest on the curve of your waist, the other moving to cup your cheek. It was easy to melt into her touch, to melt into the present when you were with her. Her thumb traced back and forth against your cheek as her eyes jumped from every little bit of your features, scanning your face with a quiet worry.

It was like your body allowed everything to crumble as you stood there in front of your love, the adoration and true care that radiated from her being all it took to let your true exhaustion show. A shaky sigh left you as your body felt heavy again, and your eyes, now glossy, finally opened again to meet hers.

"Darling..?" You didn't know if it was the way her thumb stopped moving against your cheek as she saw the true emotion in your eyes, or the way that her other hand sprawled out to touch more of your skin, or the way her voice got evermore quieter as she looked at your fragile being, but a choked sob broke through you with no restriction.. then another.. and another.. and suddenly you found the stream near impossible to stop.

"Oh, my love.. Come here, darling - I've got you, I promise.." Her voice lifted you into her trance, safe and warm, as she pulled you into her arms. She pressed small kisses against your hairline, her hands tracing patterns along your back as you pressed into her. Your hands were quick to grab onto the fabric of her dress, holding on as though your life depended on it, to find some sense of reality again. Your crying was quiet, yet wrecked your body with a release it needed as your tears soaked into her grey dress.

You listened as her rapidly beating heart came to a slow, the rise and fall of her chest becoming an easier task to follow as she asked you to breathe with her. Soon, the lightness that you were missing, that you seemed to be begging for, rose to your chest, your breaths matching and mixing together as the fire crackled on next to you, as the moon grew evermore present in the sky.

You felt her pull away, but before you could move, her rose painted lips were pressed against your forehead. It was gentle, full of adoration, full of pride… A blush was quick to grow on your cheeks as you watched the goddess pull away to meet your gaze, the smallest of smiles coming up to curl her lips. She understood every part of you, and seeing her acknowledge something so small yet so hard for you only made love settle in your chest.

"Why don't we get to bed, hmm?" You knew it wasn't a question, especially when she saw the exhaustion in your eyes, the heaviness in your stance, especially when the release you had just overcome started to present the toll it really took on you.

She was an easy woman to follow, a better one to try to please, so when her hand glided over to the small of your back with a small push towards the bedroom, it was as though your legs moved on their own. The haze that was over you was different than the one you had felt when you left the room, and you were so grateful that she was able to help you change that with just her company alone.

Your body sunk into the mattress, the foam latching onto your limbs and pulling you into it's welcoming hold. The covers were cold as she pulled them over you, something you appreciated when your head met the pillow. Your eyes were quick to close, the weight of your lids making itself known, but you still tuned into the rustling you heard throughout the room.

Just as the small sounds became white noise to you, they stopped completely and nearly prompted you to open your eyes, but the opportunity was taken away when you felt the mattress dip on the other side of you, replacing a hope with a lovely fact. Arms, hushed and secure, were quick to wrap themselves around you after you felt her body settle. You turned in her hold, your own arms coming to rest on her waist as you buried your head in the crook of her neck, your fingers lightly tracing the expanse of her porcelain skin.

The lingering smell of her perfume filled your lungs, and the soft hum of her heartbeat was something easy for you to sink into. Her hand pushed underneath your shirt, smoothing over the skin of your back and traced mindless patterns there. With another sweet kiss to your head, her voice, low yet soft, rang out in the new lightness of the room, "Sleep well, you sweet thing.. I promise, I've got you.."

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this one was very healing for me to write. i've been feeling a lot of emotions lately as i've forced myself to work through things and being able to have something like this was really helpful.

larissa is a comfort character to a lot of us, and i am so honored that someone trusted me to write something that can be so personal sometimes. we all need a person like larissa sometimes

im so sorry ive been mia LMAO so much is going on. im officially a double major (yippie lol) and im looking for a house with some friends and its midterm season andddd i increased my hours at work aaannnnddd ya know life LOL

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im glad you all are so understanding <3 it warms my heart when you all still think of me or mention me because this is a really nice part of my life that i am soooo grateful for :)

here you go anon :) sorry it took so long - thank you so much for your patience <33 i hope you liked it!

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Could you write a fluffy smut where reader has mummy issues who cancelled on her for taking her bra shopping and Larissa offered to go with her and helps her pick out the perfect set but then it ends with smut idk you chose :)

Mummy Issues

Prompt is shown above. :)

word count: 3.6k includes: mommy issues, public-ish sex, discussion of trauma, fingering, fluff, mommy kink, praise kink

Your therapist is actually the one who suggested you ask your mom to go shopping with you to find a bra set for an upcoming performance. You’re not saying this specific reparenting technique doesn’t work, but there was no way in hell your mother was going to follow through. Still, you tried anyway. You were vulnerable anyway.

You’re exhausted from parenting your own parent, always considering other’s needs before your own. Fresh out of university and you still have never had anyone else take care of you for a change. The shopping idea was intended to be a low-stakes role reversal where your mom would step up to the task at hand.

Earlier that morning you texted your mom to confirm the meet up in Burlington. You never heard back, which wasn’t uncommon. Since you were coming all the way from Montreal, though, you expected some sort of acknowledgement. You even texted her as you were driving over to no avail. Downtown Burlington was not where you would have picked to shop if your mother was not involved. It was close to where she lived, and she loved the hustle and bustle of Church Street. To you it always seemed like a hot mess. Now you were in the middle of that mess alone.

After waiting in your car for 15 minutes, it doesn’t take a genius to know you got stood up once again. You contemplated just driving back right then and there. This wasn’t exactly something you wanted to do alone, yet none of your friends are in the area any longer. They all had moved away. Overwhelmed by the sheer fuckery of nothing ever working out, you were frustrated and tired. You consider breaking down into tears over the wasted trip and the years of parental neglect represented by this one instance.

The only person who you can think of still in the area is Ms. Weems. You suppose it’s Principal Weems now (thank you social media for that one). Is it weird to invite a former teacher you once had a massive crush on to go shopping? It’s been so long that it would be nice to catch up. You’re not going to lie, you were yearning to see the older woman. Impulsively, you dial the number she gave you for emergencies back when you attended Nevermore. To your surprise, a firm but sweet voice answers—the same voice that you’d fantasize about in your dorm when your roommate was out. You try to control your voice, but too many conflicting emotions make you croak and sniffle a bit when identifying yourself.

“My dear, is everything alright? And, please, it’s Larissa.” A tone of worry was inflected back to you by the other woman.

In an attempt to dodge the question about your wellbeing, you respond, “I’m actually back in Burlington, trying to find an outfit for an upcoming performance. Any chance you’re free?” You tried to sound as nonchalant as you could.

Larissa returned with, “Oh, I don’t wish to intrude, but it was very kind of you to think of me.” Shit, apparently too nonchalant…

You reflect on all the times Larissa had comforted you back at Nevermore. She was protective of all her students, but it truly meant the world to you. You had always thought it was just another day, another student problem for her. There were many times you were neglected or mistreated by your mother that Larissa was privy to back then. Knowing this, as a Hail Mary, you softly let slip out, “I was supposed to meet my mom…”

Without missing a beat, Larissa’s voice turned tight, “Where are you?” You glance at the cross streets, give her your location, and let her know the specific store you’re at. She concludes, “I’ll be there in 20 minutes, love.”

Your heart flutters at the familiar pet name.

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You’re already occupying the changing room when Larissa arrives. She calls out for you, and you crack open the door to let her into the small fitting area.

You are met with the most comforting hug. Larissa stroked your hair and squeezed you tightly. The last time an embrace has felt so all-encompassing was also from Larissa, which is a bit embarrassing. You guess you just don’t have a lot of good huggers in your life, and it felt so nice to be held close by someone. You breathe out a long sigh, as if all your troubles are muted by the closeness of the woman in front of you. Her scent replaces the air in your lungs, and you consider how nice it would be to never end this embrace.

When she pulls back and sees that your eyes are slightly red and puffy, she bends down towards you to cup your face with both of her hands. All that comes out of her mouth is “Oh, sweetie.” You give her a half-hearted smile in response. Her hands immediately begin stroking your face, brushing hair from your eyes, and occasionally resting her thumb and index finger at your chin. This. This is what being cared for is; the realization hits you and radiates out through your body.

“I’m here for whatever you need. Would you like to debrief about your mother? Or carry on with what’s needed here?” Larissa gestures to the garments in the fitting room without taking her eyes off of you.

Noticing how close she still is to your face makes your head dizzy, and you stutter, “I-I need s-something to wear under a strapless dress that won’t show during a piano performance.”

Reassuringly, Larissa states, “We can do that. You know I have an eye for those sorts of things. We’ll have you sorted in no time.” She then moves her hands to your upper arms and rubs them before turning to examine the items already set out.

“Piano? It’s no wonder. You always played brilliantly at Nevermore,” Larissa continued elatedly, brandishing a supportive smile. You think back to times when you’d be practicing in Nevermore’s music auditorium alone and feel a comforting presence at the back of the concert hall near the doors. You always assumed it was your imagination, not daring to get your hopes up that someone cared enough to support you or cheer you on. Your mother made sure of that…

You feel so much more at ease with Larissa here. Now that you think about it, she has always provided stability and nurtured you. You remember that she would sometimes give you rides to Jericho when the only Nevermore vehicle at the time was in use. You credit a lot of your success with the piano to her too, because she would encourage you to do open mics at the Weathervane and signed you up to play at a parade that Jericho had every couple of years.

Yes, you felt indebted to the tall, gorgeous woman before you. The years since you’ve seen her have only emphasized her beauty. Her demeanor is both commanding and protective. It’s as if she is more comfortable in her skin than before; there is a sureness in her stance that is nice to see and that you wish you had. Even though you always considered her fashionable, her clothes now exude a kind of pride and carefully crafted style. Larissa’s perfectly-coiffed updo accentuates the smooth, supple skin of her neck before disappearing beneath her expertly tailored dress.

These thoughts invoke a light blush from your cheeks, and you know you can’t speak about your crush on her in the past tense. Your immediate dry mouth while watching her is proof that it never went away. Now you’re wondering if you shouldn’t have sought her out to assist in purchasing the perfect underwear, especially because you see her turn towards the garments and an emotion flashes across her face when she realizes the kinds of items you’ve picked out and need assistance with.

You’ve always liked the idea of dressing up underneath your formal outfit. To you, it made it feel more special, gave you extra confidence. For instance, knowing a sexy lace set was underneath your clothes made you feel as if you had a fun secret. Though, you realize it’s probably inappropriate to expect Larissa to help with this. If she felt uncomfortable, she was hiding it well. You tried to continue on as if everything was normal, even though doing so felt impossible.

When Larissa sits on the small ledge provided in the dressing room, you emphasize, “Thank you again for coming. I just drove from where I am now in Montreal.”

Realizing you should continue trying items on, you reach to unbutton your shirt when you hear, “You poor thing! Have you eaten?”

At this, you scrunch your face and shake off your blouse. “I’ll get something after this.” So many conflicting emotions swirl inside of you. You’re conflicted at whether to relish in the desperately needed maternal care or to shrug it off as a defense mechanism.

You begin to unhook a bra from its hanger and feel like you should ask, “Do you mind?” Larissa interprets that you’d like to change from your bra into the new one, waving her hand dismissively and saying, “Go ahead” in a delicate manner.

Without looking too awkward and challenged, you attempt to put on the new bra while taking your current bra off in quick succession. It would have worked if the one you were trying on actually fit you. You had a hard time getting it on, and once you did, your breasts spill out of the top half, giving you the illusion of having four boobs. With you panting from the endeavor, you and Larissa begin to laugh at how silly it looks. You’re surprised that you’re not mortified, but instead having fun.

With some of your own tension released, you turn away from Larissa and towards the mirror to decide if you like the bra enough to go up a cup size. As you do this, what you don’t see is Larissa’s curious gaze, as if she is wishing she could reach out and touch the pillowy softness of your breasts.

“So, this one is NOT it.” Your playful declaration pulls Larissa from her lustful thoughts. It’s short-lived, though, since you immediately begin to try on more items. This time you choose a deep maroon matching set, and you turn slightly away from Larissa in order to pull up the bottoms over your current underwear. Because of the limited space in the room, your ass accidentally winds up in Larissa’s face. As if it is all in your head, you pretend the enclosed space is not rife with sexual tension.

“That’s gorgeous,” Larissa coos moments later with her hand reaching out. With both hands, she rubs along the intricate lace detail at your hip bones, and it feels as if your skin is set ablaze. You fight the urge for your breath to turn heavy and wanting.

Even if all of the tension is in your head and one-sided, it doesn’t change the fact that you’ll need to stop trying things on soon. Well, at least stop trying on bottoms, because you can feel yourself getting wet under Larissa’s stares and encouragement.

“That fits you so very well.” “I love this on you.” “It looks absolutely spectacular.” “You look stunning.”

Not to mention Larissa has taken a hands-on approach to her support. After briefly touching your hips, she began dragging her long fingers along bits of your exposed skin when she was discussing an area. There’s no way she doesn’t notice the goosebumps that arise each time her touch lingers. At least being half naked in the chilly changing room is an excuse for the tight buds of your nipples.

The juxtaposition between this experience and what your mother would have had in store for you is dizzying. No doubt she would have critiqued your strong shoulders or the cellulite on your thighs. It would have ended in a fight, you just know it. However, everything out of Larissa’s mouth was refreshing and electrifying. Maybe even healing at times?

The final set you had picked out was a delicate mesh thong bodysuit that was almost entirely see-through. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should you stop trying things on. Larissa must have noticed, because she uncrossed and crossed her legs a few times before voicing, “Go on, honey.”

Embracing the process sheepishly, you slip into the item and turn away from Larissa to look at yourself. You study the outline of your breasts in the mirror, trying to determine if the subtle texture of the mesh would be noticeable under your dress. Or would the distance between the stage and the seats obscure the texture?

You then see that Larissa seems to be studying them too, except her eyelids are hooded and her pupils are dilated. Almost in slow motion you watch her involuntarily lick her lips. Your heart beats quicker, a flash of heat moves through your body, and you suppress a low moan.

Your eyes meet Larissa’s in the mirror.

You couldn’t say who initiated what next. Only that you were on Larissa’s lap, straddling her, while her hands were on you, roaming over your body and settling on your hips. Your mouths are working in tandem with each other, and you welcome her red lipstick staining your lips and neck. Your hands go to Larissa’s face—one cupping it possessively and the other slinking back to grip the nape of her neck. You want desperately to wreck her perfect hair, turning it into physical evidence of your connection and closeness.

Both you and Larissa can feel the heated energy building between you as you frantically attempt to take off the mesh bodysuit. Before you can, though, Larissa steadies your hands and inquires breathlessly, “Is this okay, darling?” Her eyes search your own, and you can make out desire and worry in her eyes.

You have to take a moment to let what she is asking sink in. This feels like such a natural (if not slightly expedited) progression of your feelings for Larissa. You wonder if there is more underlying her question. You know you two will have to debrief your feelings but right now the hormones raging through your body make it hard to focus too much on the worry or questions around if this should be happening. Instead, your body wiggles on top of hers, begging to continue the friction of your hips against her. You involuntarily whine and nod. “I want this, Larissa.”

Seeing your need and the sureness in your gaze, Larissa regains her composure and utters, “Shh, let me take care of you.”

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Larissa rivals your intensity with her own fierce need. Her kisses are passionate yet soft. Her hands are gentle but unyielding in how they explore your body once the mesh bodysuit is off. With her every caress and tender nip over your skin, you feel so wholly wanted, cared for, and desired. A fire underlies Larissa’s behavior, as if each touch begets more longing and thirst for you. At the same time, you couldn’t have anticipated the fervent need you had to be validated and devoured by this woman.

Once she has marked your neck with her lipstick and teeth, Larissa moves downward to take one of your fleshy, beaded nipples in her mouth. Barely audible to you, she breathes out, “Absolutely beautiful” before flicking it with her tongue and causing you to arch your back.

One of Larissa’s hands runs over your thighs, teasing you and drawing circles and zigzags on your delicate skin. You can’t help but whimper in need every single time her fingers get closer to where your thighs meet. After almost resigning to her pace and authority, she trails up to cup your arousal. Your legs twitch with the sudden contact, and you emit a gasp.

“You’re so wet for me.” Pleased, Larissa enunciates every word, drawing the words out and reveling in how at her mercy you are. “It’s intoxicating.”

Unable to withstand not taking action, you press your lips against hers roughly, trying to close any distance between your bodies. Breathless after many kisses, you move to suck on her neck and whisper, “Larissa.”

“Please.”

Only after this plea does Larissa finally dip a finger into you. It doesn’t feel like nearly enough. You would usually appreciate a sexual partner pacing themselves, but the need for her to fill you is overpowering. You wriggle your hips back and forth impatiently and breathlessly request, “More.”

Larissa delighted in your clear hunger for her, fully intending to give you everything you want. She eases in another finger past her second knuckle before adding a third finger once she realizes how slick and open you are for her. You unintentionally bite down on her shoulder, not expecting to get what you want without more begging.

You couldn’t have imagined how good her fingers feel inside you. And you absolutely had imagined it. You remember pretending your fingers were hers after late nights riding back with her from Jericho. Or the time she gave you her coat on a chilly night and forgot to get it back, so you ended up masterbating to her scent surrounding you. Okay, you’re not super proud of that one, but at the time it felt world-changing the desire you had. Her fingers working inside of you now are of a different caliber. In fact, you never understood the metaphor of sex as worship or religion, but being on top of Larissa with her half-lidded eyes roaming your body changes things. You want to make her feel a sliver of how good you do right now.

Your hands begin to grab at the fabric of her top, desperate to remove her clothing and pleasure her as she is inside of you. Larissa lets out a low, throaty chuckle before asserting, “Ah, ah, ah. I want to focus on you, love. Let me please you.”

Her interjection just makes your heart swell more for her, and noticeably your noise level swells, as well. You’re not used to undivided attention and care—someone wanting your happiness above all else. It’s more erotic than you could have ever anticipated. At the increase in breathiness and moans, one of Larissa’s hands clamps over your mouth while the other continues to pump in and out of you. Out of the corner of your eye you can see the reflection in the dressing room mirror of you riding her long fingers completely nude while she is fully clothed. The sight makes your knees weaker, and you groan, “Oh, fuck.”

Larissa’s whispers and affirmations throughout only brought you closer and closer to release. She has to know how her words are affecting you. Her hot breath over and over in your ear, inching you towards the edge.

“I’ve got you, sweetie.” “I’ll give you anything you want.” “Shh, stay quiet for me.” “That’s a good girl.”

You feel yourself tighten around Larissa’s fingers, becoming more breathless and spacey as she presses the pads of her curled fingers inside you toward your pelvic bone, urging you to come undone. So, you do. Your entire body tenses, and you feel as if you will crumble under the anticipation and pressure. Tingles shoot down your arms and legs in waves, threatening overstimulation.

Larissa’s fingers still, and she presses you close to her, clutching you tightly. After a moment of your eyes being closed and your breathing slowly relaxing, Larissa asks you to bear down with your pelvic floor muscles. Confused, you obey. She gingerly removes her fingers from inside you, and your body aches at the loss. She proceeds to lean forward with you still on her lap, wrapping her arms around you and begins to rock you.

“You did so well, my love,” Larissa murmurs while stroking your hair away from your damp forehead. “You were so good for me.”

You can’t remember the last time someone was so attentive and sweet with you after sex—if ever. You also have never felt like an exposed live wire due to euphoria either, so… Her thoughtfulness makes your heart swell, and you’re hoping it’s not just due to the hormones flooding your body right now. As if you can’t contain the disbelief and gratefulness, you blurt in awe, “How are you real?”

Larissa pulls away from the embrace, searching your eyes for understanding. “I ask myself the same question about you.” At that, you rest your forehead against Larissa’s, exhausted and happy.

After sensing your heart rate has stabilized, wanting to make sure you go to the bathroom and hydrate becomes Larissa’s next priority. Her voice breaks the comfortable silence. “Let’s get you some food now. I’m sure you’ve worked up an appetite.”

You two pick up the items in the messy dressing room and sheepishly leave the clothes on the courtesy rack outside. A grin blooms over your features as you think about how being stood up by your mom feels like such a nonissue now. Even the dilemma of what underwear to wear for your upcoming performance seems trivial. Walking out of the store with Larissa’s lipstick all over you, you decide that you won’t wear anything under your dress, especially not if Larissa is in the audience.

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If we ever meet again

Larissa Weems x fem reader

Summary: growing up you were a student at Nevermore. You had a massive crush on your headmistress but due to your age and the fact you were a student meant you couldn’t do anything about it. 12 years later you got a job at the academy you attended as a child praying that the woman you had feelings for was still there.

Warnings: None

Requests open

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Growing up you loved your time at Nevermore. You loved your friends, your classes but most of all you loved spending time with your Principal Larissa Weems.

It was safe to say you had a bit of a harmless crush on Larissa but obviously being a young student, there wasn’t much you could do about it other than admire her from afar. When you were a student there you were sixteen which meant she was about twenty-eight years old.

Did it bother you that there was a twelve year age gap between you? No it did not. You did try to spend as much time around Larissa as you could, for example you would help around her office and complete tasks for her.

To be honest you didn’t always want to do everything she asked but you just enjoyed the company around her. Over the next few years you spent as much time with Larissa as you could considering you were a student and she was your principal.

However the day you left Nevermore was the most heartbreaking day of your life. Saying goodbye to not only your classmates but Larissa was such a hard thing to do. You didn’t want them to know you were hurting down inside so you tried your best to disguise it.

I think Larissa could tell you were quite upset to leave as she told you before you left that it was never really going to be goodbye forever. You did always wonder what she meant by that considering you felt like you would never be returning to Nevermore.

However there was one thing that you were sure of and that was you wanted to get into teaching. After you left Nevermore you went straight to university to get your teaching degree and then getting a degree in botanical science. That subject always did have a way with you back at Nevermore.

You spent about 6 years at university and once you were finished you decided to go travelling for at least a year as it was something you always wanted to do but never got the chance. When you came back you found a small teaching job at one of the schools but it wasn’t teaching what you specialised in. However you needed a job.

In the meantime you did keep an eye out on the Nevermore school website to see if any job applications came about. However there wasn’t much going at all. That wasn’t going to stop you from finally getting a job at the school you grew up in.

After another 5 years and a number of different teaching jobs you finally decided to check to see if Nevermore had any teaching jobs for the upcoming school year. As you were scrolling through you saw one for a botanical science teacher. This was just your luck.

You spent that evening touching up your CV before applying to the job. All you had to do now was wait for a response. That week after a bit of waiting and hoping for a response was the longest week that has ever seemed to have existed.

You were at home scrolling through your phone when an email notification popped up. You were quick to open it to see that you had been selected for an interview with the headmistress. The email had been sent by the school’s office and it didn’t state who the headmistress even was.

Was principal Weems still in charge or was someone else running the school now? I guess there was only one way to find out. You accepted the interview and they later emailed you the details of your upcoming interview.

You had less than a week to prepare yourself for it. You made yourself look up all the relevant information and jotted down notes that you thought would be relevant to your interview. Now all you had to do was face the interview itself.

The day of your interview went great. You got dressed into a smart suit pants ensemble before grabbing all your notes and heading to Nevermore for the time you needed to be there.

Arriving at Nevermore brought you so many memories. It was like nothing had changed. You made your way to the office and waited for your name to be called. There were a few other people also waiting to be interviewed which only made you more nervous.

Knowing you had competition made you worry that you wouldn’t be able to bring something to the table that they might be able to offer. After about 20 minutes of waiting you were finally called into the office where the headmistress was conducting interviews.

You grabbed your stuff nervously before heading into the office that you had been in so many times before. Your heartbeat settled when you saw the one and only Larissa Weems. You sat down opposite her with the desk separating the both of you.

“Principal Weems, it’s so good to see you again” you smiled at her. “I told you it was never goodbye” she smiled as she looked over your CV. The fact that she remembered that was enough to make your heart flutter. “How have you been y/n? It’s been a long time since our days at Nevermore” she smiled at you.

“It’s been good. After my studies here I went to university to get my degree in teaching and botanical science. I then went travelling for a year and then spent the last 5 years teaching at a variety of schools” you told her.

“Aww that’s great to hear. Now, let’s get started with this interview” she smiled. The interview went well. She asked you a number of different questions which you were able to answer perfectly as well as adding your own touch to.

The interview lasted about 45 minutes but it felt like the two of you had been talking for all of 10 minutes. You still got that feeling when you saw and spoke to her which surprised you. Larissa said that you would hear from her in about a week once all the interviews had been conducted.

So in the meantime it was just a waiting game. That week seemed to drag but by the end of it you finally received a call from Larissa. “Hello” you answered the phone waiting for Larissa’s voice on the other end of the line.

“Morning y/n, I’m calling you today to let you know that after interviewing all the other candidates I would like to offer you the job” Larissa told you from the other end of the phone.

“Thank you so much Larissa. I would love to accept the position” you told her, trying your best to hide your excitement. “That’s great to hear y/n! I will email you shortly with everything you need to know. I look forward to working with you at Nevermore” Larissa said before you both said goodbye and hung up. This was the start of a new adventure.

Flash forward to a few months later and you were now finally settled in at Nevermore. You absolutely love teaching your classes and you love that you have onsite accommodation which means you never had to leave the place unless you wanted to go.

You have been getting on well with all your colleagues but there was one you wanted to spend a little more time with as you really got to know the woman you had a huge crush on many years ago. At the moment the two of you have had many chats in the canteen while having lunch and surprisingly you have learnt a lot.

Larissa is currently single which is great for you, she loves fashion as well as her love for Nevermore. It is clear she has such a passion for this school and she also loves going to this cafe called the Weathervane to get herself a hot chocolate most days.

Now you were just finding the courage to ask Larissa out on a date but you were just trying to find the right opportunity to do so. You were currently finishing up teaching your class before heading to the canteen to grab some lunch hoping you would also bump into Larissa so you could ask her a very important question.

You made your way down there quite quickly due to the fact you haven’t had much to eat at all today. You grabbed yourself a tray before helping yourself to the selection of food in front of you. You helped yourself to some pizza, chips and beans before grabbing some cutlery and heading to the tables reserved for teachers.

You sat there as you happily ate your lunch as you scanned the room for Larissa. After about 10 minutes you saw the tall beauty enter the room before grabbing her lunch. When she turned around it looked like she was going to head back out of the canteen but then she caught your eye. ‘

You immediately blushed and looked back down at your food. When you next looked up you found Larissa standing in front of you which only caused you to blush again. “Is it alright if I sit with you y/n?” she asked, waiting for you to answer. “Yeah, of course it is,” you told her. Larissa immediately took a seat next to you as you both happily ate your lunch in peace.

“So how have you found it here these last few months?” Larissa asked as she then took a bite of her pizza. “Yeah it has been absolutely amazing. I love all my students as well as my colleagues” you said smiling at Larissa. “Oh does that mean you love me as well” she teased as you felt yourself blush once more.

“Oh you do don't you, hence why you are blushing” she said laughing but getting more serious. You looked at her seriously for a second debating whether now was the right time to say anything.

“Alright Larissa, I will admit I have a slight crush on you. I have done since I was a student here. However I didn’t want to say anything even now in case I ruin our professional relationship” you sigh as you just looked at Larissa. “You have known all this time haven’t you?” you asked as she had this devilish grin plastered on her face.

“Oh of course I have darling. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure that one out. I understand why you didn’t say anything as a student but even then I could tell. Like who would really want to spend all that time with me? I am flattered though. I was just waiting for you to admit it to me” she smiled at you.

Did she feel the same way? “Ok well now that is out in the open then I guess I have something to ask you. Would you maybe like to go out for hot chocolate with me tomorrow afternoon?” you asked as you felt yourself blush once more. You really needed to get a hold of yourself.

“What? Like a date?” Larissa smiled. You couldn’t tell if she was still joking around or if she was being serious. “Yeah, like a date” you smiled trying to read her emotions. Larissa was quick to look around the canteen before looking back at you to make sure no one else had heard what you asked. “Yeah, I would love to,” she smiled.

You felt the excitement build up inside of you as you had finally landed a date with Larissa. “How does 14:00 sound tomorrow at the Weathervane?” you asked Larissa as you finished eating your lunch. “That sounds perfect. I look forward to it” Larissa smiled as she rested her hand on top of yours.

The two of you chatted for the rest of the lunch break before heading your separate ways for the rest of the day. The two of you exchanged your personal phone numbers before spending most of the day texting each other even though you both should be working.

Your date at the Weathervane went amazingly. The bond between the two of you got closer and closer and the two of you were already planning your next few dates. You couldn’t wait to see where this new adventure with Larissa would take you. The next step was definitely to ask Larissa to be your girlfriend and the thought of it just filled you with excitement.

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scxrlettsversion · 3 months

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A “FRIEND” IN NEED

Pairings: Larissa W x Reader

Gender: Smut/fluff

Warnings: Dom (L) Sub (R), Masturbation, Pillow humping, nipple sucking, fingering (R receiving), Dumbification?, dirty talk. (I think that's it? also not really proof read sorry)

Summary: You're Nevermore's new Botany teacher and accidentally discover a plant the old teacher had hidden.

You were just setting up like any other day and you discovered that some of the markers were dried up so you went into the storage room to get some more, there was some old stuff in there that you hadn't bother taking out but since you were trying to set the classroom up really quick something fell from the shelf and you saw that there was a little compartment in the wall.

You were curious so you opened it, there was a plant in there it was beautiful it had shades of pinks and reds you took it out carefully and brought it up to you're nose to smell it, it was such a delightful smell you couldn't get enough of it, you started to feel weird, you got a little hot and sweaty, you shook it of as it being hot in the storage room, you left the plant in there and went back to prepping the room.

Over the next few hours you started to grow more and more desperate, for what you didn't know and you couldn't figure it out until you got off but the feeling started getting painful.

Thankfully you made it till the end of the day without causing such a big scene sure some students and teachers noticed you were a bit flustered but you'd just blurt out an excuse.

When you got up your room at the school you sat at your desk and immediately started searching up your symptoms but nothing came up, so you stared at the ceiling and just let your thoughts take you somewhere they took you to Larissa your boss, you started thinking about the things you wished she could do to you, as you were thinking that the feeling got even more intense.

That's when you realized what was happening you had inhaled Angels crimson commonly known as sex pollen, you also realized you couldn't go to work like this so you had to write an email to larissa to tell her.

Good evening, Principal Weems

I'm writing to inform you that i'm not feeling very well and that i don't think i'll be able to come in tomorrow, I'm not sure how long this'll last, I hope you understand.

Sincerely, Y/n

sent 5:36

After that you decided to take a nap because you were depleted and sleeping would make this overwhelming feeling go away for a little.

You woke up from your nap and the feeling hit you hard, you groaned and decided you would check if Larissa had responded before you took care of yourself.

She had responded at 5:40, it said

Good evening, Ms. Y/l/n

I will be able to provide a substitute for as long as you may need, I do hope you feel better soon, I will be passing by tomorrow for you to sign a ome paperwork regarding your absence.

Yours sincerely, Larissa

You felt relieved she would be able to provide a substitute but you weren't sure how you would react with her stopping by tomorrow, You decided not to think about it much and take care of yourself the feeling is becoming unbearable, you took off your clothes and laid back in bed.

You started circling your clit it felt immensely intensified, you could just come undone by this but even tho it felt really good you needed more so you decided to use your fingers, you let out little moans and whimpers but it still wasn't enough, you grew frustrated that you couldn't push yourself over the edge.

You let out a groan, you took your fingers out of yourself, you grabbed a pillow and started grinding on it, you gripped the sheets and started grinding harder, your moans were getting louder and louder by the minute, it was only yours and larissa's room on this floor but you didn't think she was in her room since you always see her trapped in her office, after you finally got the release you were craving.

You were panting for a little until a knock at your door took you by surprise, you hopped out of bed and quickly tried to find a robe when you found one you ran to the door and opened it and found larissa standing there.

"Principal Weems what can i help you with?" you said a little out of breath "I heard some noises and i just wanted to make sure you were alright darling"

*god why did she have to say darling* you thought

"darling?" "oh im fine" you said as the feeling came back "are you sure?" "yes i'm sure" you said groaning a little bit hoping she didn't notice "well alright i'll leave you be, i'll be by tomorrow for you to sign some papers" "okay well i'll see you tomorrow" you felt bad by just shutting the door but you were only thinking about yourself and how you'd survive tomorrow. You decided you'd just go to sleep and deal with it tomorrow if you could.

You woke up at 5 in the morning because the overwhelming feeling wasn't really letting you sleep so again you decided to take care of yourself, you started humping a pillow letting out loud moans and whimpers, since you didn't think Larissa would be awake, so you kept going gripping the pillow and grinding harder.

She was walking over to your room as she thought you were already awake since she once again heard sounds coming from your room and getting you to sign the papers early on would take one thing off her list.

She knocked on your door but you didn't answer you were just focusing on getting your release, she knocked on your door once again and checked if your door was open, she noticed it was so she went in, she looked around to see if you were there she then noticed the sound were coming from your bedroom, she heard you moaning and groaning she thought you hurt yourself so she quickly walked over to your door and opened it and was surprised to see you in such a position grinding down on a pillow letting out lewd sounds, She immediately got flustered, she then realized you couldn't catch her looking at you like this so she tried getting out quietly but the door let out a loud squeak.

You heard it and turned to look at who was there, you saw that it was Larissa and you quickly tried to cover yourself, you looked everywhere but her.

It was quiet for a while neither me or her could say anything until she said "i thought you were awake so i decided i'd come over so you could sign the papers" she said quietly "oh um i can sign them right now if you could just bring them to me i can't really get up right now" you said embarrassingly "oh of course" she said as she walked closer to you and gave you the papers.

You signed the papers and handed them back to her, she stood there for a while trying to find words "do you mind telling me what exactly you've come down with?" "um i smelled a flower called Angel crimson most commonly known as the-" "sex pollen flower" she said as she finished your sentence "yeah so i can't really teach a class while im like this".

she hummed as she was deep in thought "what if.i helped you" she said as she turned to look at you

"uh what?" "im not going to lie to you darling i do find you attractive and i've noticed how you act around me and i don't think it's just because im your boss unless im wrong?" "no you're not wrong it's just that i don't want this ruining anything, what if someone finds out?" you said "no one's going to find out darling even if someone did i wouldn't mind unless you want this to be a one time thing?" she with a hint of disappointment "no i want this to be more than a one time thing" "good i want it to be more than a one time thing too" she said smiling while she leaned in and kissed you.

It turned into a heated make out session you weren't complaining but you really needed to breath so you gently pushed her, she backed away a little you took a deep breath "sorry i couldn't breath" "it's fine darling we do have more pressing matters to tend to don't we?" she said smirking you whimpered a little and said "yes please larissa help me"

"of course darling what kind of person would i be if i denied you" she said as she pulled the covers off of me "oh look at these pretty tits" she attached her mouth to one of them you arched your back into her, she started kissing down your body until she got to close to where you wanted her most, you bucked your hips up to her, she smirked "oh you're really wet is this all for me?" she said teasingly "yes mommy please please i need you" you pleaded and then realized what you had said your eyes widened as you looked at larissa "oh darling if i had known you'd call me that i would've come claimed you sooner" she said as she started kissing and leaving marks on your inner thighs.

You just wished she'd start fucking you but you also didn't want her to stop doing what she was doing, you started whimpering she came up to your face

"aww is mommy being mean?" she said as she fake pouted at you "oh come on darling you know i'll give you what you want soon enough" she said as she snaked her hand down and started rubbing your clit

"does that feel good" she said as you had started moaning "mm it feels *gasp* really good mommy" she decided you were wet and ready enough to take two of her fingers as soon as she did that you gasped and gripped the sheets you groaned a bit from the sudden intrusion "it's okay darling the discomfort will go away in a bit"

She noticed you had let go of the sheets and were grinding down on her fingers so she started moving in and out slowly until you were begging her to go faster she started curling her fingers that made you scream "Mommy i'm gonna cum!" "oh really, then come on do it" she said speeding up even more

"come on darling you can come for me can't you" you couldn't answer her from all the pleasure she was aivina vou "oh you’re close. i can feel you clenching around me" you moaned and bucked your hips trying to keep up with her pace "oh i'm cumming, i'm cumming mommy" "go on darling cum for me" you finished with a scream of pleasure.

She stood up and went to your bathroom to get a wet towel, she then came back and cleaned you up, She then laid down in the bed and started spooning you, she spoke in your ear she said "was that enough for you darling?" you hummed "for now" she let out a laugh "alright i'll be here when you wake up now sleep darling" you hummed and fell sleep.

omg this is my first time writing smut this idea pretty much came to me i don't know if anybody has written something like this im sorry if someone has but i would really love some advice to see if i did something wrong/could've done better.

This is my valentines gift to y’all ❤️

Lots of love, mar 💗

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misslesbiana · 11 months

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Comfort (and a little bit of suffocating)

Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader

Summary: Larissa wants to sit on your lap. Problem is you’re much much shorter then her.

(if there are any spelling mistakes it will most likely be corrected in a day or two after posting this)

You were walking to your’s and Larissa's room after you finished your day of teaching, tired and wanting to relax, you walk in and grab yourself a cup of tea and sit on the sofa. Larissa won’t be coming back until a bit later because she had a meeting.

After a couple minutes you decided to have a shower and get into comfortable clothing. You get a book that you’ve been waiting to read and sit on an arm chair. A couple hours go by and you end up falling to sleep, thankfully managing to bookmark the page you left off before doing so.

Larissa was walking down the halls, feet tired of standing in heels all day and just wanting to have some quiet time. She had just gotten back from a very boring meeting. She walks into her room and sees you on the arm chair asleep with a book in your hands. She gently plucks the book away and puts in on the coffee table infront of you. She heads to the bathroom to take her heels off, let her hair down and take off her makeup.

When she gets back she notices that you’re starting to wake up and decides to head over to you.

‘You ok, darling?’

You start stirring and mumbling out non-comprehensible words. She gently strokes your cheek in a weak attempt to wake you up.

‘Come on darling.’ She softly taps your face now.

‘I don’t want to get up.’ You start complaining.

She gently smiles and then decides to do the worst thing possible. She looks at your small stature and realizes a way to wake you up. She, very gently, starts to sit on you. Normally it’s the other way around and when she wants to be on top of you she lays on you, never sits. You wake up alarrmed at this suddenly heavy and big weight on top of you and realize it’s your girlfriend of 4 years.

‘Larissa, I love you and everything, but I think you might be a bit too big, or I’m just a bit too small.’ You start saying not wanting to offend her.

‘What are you suggesting?’ She asks jockingly in an offended way. But because you literally just woke up you don’t catch on to her sarcasm. ‘Do you not want me close to you?’ She pouts. ‘Fine, I guess I just wasn’t made to be cared for.’

Again she was joking and was actually going to get up and change positions but because you still didn’t notice the mocking tone she carried in her voice, you thought she was actually upset with you.

‘Wait, no!’ You, very aggressively, pull her back on to you. Because of the height differencce she ends up almost covering you whole, but at that moment you didn’t care, you just wanted to make her happy.

Larissa was a bit taken back from the sudden outburst of her wonderful, not that long ago awaken, girlfriend.

Then she laughs, full on cackle, belly laughing. You’re obviously confused because you thought she was mad, but you start giggling too at the prospect of pulling a tall sexy woman, whose much taller than you, onto your lap.

‘Come on darling let me get up and you can rest on me instead.’

You tighten the hold you already had on her and refuse. ‘No, I don’t want to.’

‘Darling I was only kidding I’m not actually mad, and it must be getting uncomfortable.’

She was right, your leg was starting to go to sleep, but you were persistent on having this tall goddes on your lap even if it killed you.

You were really in love with this woman.

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marilynthornhilllover · 6 months

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Simply because, she cares

Larissa weems x fem reader

Warning: slight depressive talk, fluff and care

Larissa immediately knew something was wrong when your entered her office. There was simply a shift in the peaceful air of tension of the atmosphere. You sniffed as you slammed the door harshly the rage building back up as you stormed into your shared bedroom with larissa. Larissa lifted her gaze making brief eye contact with you. Her heart sank completely.

You looked like you wanted to curl up and die, you had tears in your eyes threatening to spill out as your nose flared, clearly showing that you were on the verge of having a mental breakdown. You quickly averted your eyes from her gaze and disappeared into the room slamming the door.

You felt tired, hopeless, depression, utterly exhausted beyond sleep fixation, and mostly worthless. Before you could even reach the bed a loud painful sob escaped you. Larissa's heart was deeply troubled, it was at that point she placed down her pen and got up from her seat.

She sighed as she took off her heels and her jacket. She slowly approached the door and softly knocked.

" my love?" Her voice was soft and filled with deep concern. True sympathy - one you never understood. Larissa's love for you ran deeper than the ocean. She truly cared, she truly loved, she truly protected and provided for you.

"Y/n please don't shut me out again.... darling?" You were getting more agitated by the second. You wanted her to be mad at you.... probably because you were mad at yourself, or maybe it's because everyone else was. You needed everyone one, including larissa to scold you for making mistakes and simply being human.

You were far to harsh on yourself, you knew that obviously but you found comfort in that pain. You were your biggest rival. There's times where your soul desperately wanted to be happy - needed to be happy but that everlasting pain was all you knew, all you ever felt. So that's why when larissa came into your life with so much love and joy, sympathy, understandment it was hard to accept it. It was hard to understand it.

You didn't even know why she loved you so much, as if you died she would be the loneliest woman on planet earth. Maybe it's because you don't quite understand what love is because you never had it or practiced it on yourself.

Larissa twisted the door nob then finding out that the door was unlocked, from there she gently sneeked her way in. There you were on the bed curled up into a small ball crying. Your mascara ruined and your face completely tear ridden. Larissas shoulders dropped, as if she wasn't expecting what she saw - again with the sympathy.

" Oh darling come here" she cooed gently sitting on the bed and tapping her lap. You looked up at her from the pillow, the mascara remains taking the stain on the white material. You looked at her deeply. Trying to figure out if you were one, dreaming or two maybe she was lying.

Her deep caring blue eyes stared back at yours, truth,meaning and love shined through them. She looked like she had all the answers to your troubles and problems and was willing to help if you would just let her in. You couldn't help the feeling of feeling like an equation. Waiting to be solved and placed away in a box and labeled as useless. But larissa would never do that.

No one hurts you more than yourself, your a big overthinker and that's the sharpest part of the knife for you. You sniff as you carefully got up and laid in her lap. Larissa laid back against the pillows and placed pulled you up with her, making you lay on her chest.

She doesn't say anything. The silence was killing you. You needed to know what she was thinking. If she thought she should divorce you, go on a break, take you to see a counselor, scold you for being the way you are. But again that's not who larissa is. That's not the woman who proposed, the woman who's vows where to love you even in your illness.... she simply cared for you and you didnt know why your heart refused to believe it.

As If she was reading your mind she spoke up, her voice cracking as though she shared your pain - felt your pain.

" rest your mind, my love, it's been quite mean to you" she whispered kissing your temple. And there it was. The kiss of love. Her soft voice and cold gentle finger tips running through your hair as you slowly started to drift off to sleep. Your body fought against it, larissa is busy and has better things to do, your disrupting her work, you own her an explanation. Oh shut up mind, you stopped fighting the sweet desire and fell stead fast asleep.

You were slowly brought back from your depth when you heard larissas sweet voice mumbling some sweet nothings in your ear while her nails lightly strached against your scalp. Somethings like ' I genuine love you' ' your pain is my pain' ' your ok in my arms'. Your heart felt weak and fluttered. You felt like your were in heaven.

You slowly opened your eyes, adjusting to the lighting of the dim light on the bed side table. It was most definitely past 6, which meant you were probably laying in larissa ls arms sleeping for atleast 2 hours. Larissa is a busy woman who has almost a thousand things to do and for her to chose to lay here with you will always be appreciated and cherished from the deepest depth of your heart.

" she's back, are you feeling OK my love?" It was a stupid and rhetorical question, she knew that. Obviously you weren't ok, you didn't even tell her what was the problem yet.

Tha pain of the world immediately came back to you, and she noticed it. It was as of sleep was your only escape but she wanted it to be her, and only her. She wanted you to trust her with all of your problems.

She took your chin in her fingers and brought your face up to hers, sapphire eyes piercing into your dark soul setting light upon it. She kissed your nose and you gaved her a faint smile before giggling when she proceeded to leave pecks of kisses all over your face. It's a good thing her lipstick is stain proof or your entire face would be red right now.

She chuckled as she left one final kiss to your forehead.

" since i've got you to smile and laugh what monsters have been clawing at you?" She asked sincerely, your smile faded quicker than it appeared as guilt and that never ending cycle of pain filled your beautiful eyes. Your eyes started to gloss over again as you avoided larissas inetesene and worried stare.

She quickly grabbed hold of your face and forced you to maintain eye contact but you pulled away. You quickly got up and stood facing away from her. Larissa sighed in defeat, she really thought she was making progress but still she was not mad at you. And will never be.

Not because she has to put up with it but simply because she cares.

" darling come here" she spoke softly voice breaking as tears filled her own eyes. When she got no response she stood, still keeping her distance, choosing to give you the acquired space you needed.

" please my love, y/n just tell me what the problem is your breaking my heart!" She shouted, not intentionally but she did. You looked up at the mirror infront of you, meeting her gaze quickly. She looked stressed, you were adding to her stress. Your pain hurts her as much as it hurts you and possibly even more, and if not it leaves her scared.

You turned around and slowly walked up to her before hugging her. Wrapping your arms around her neck as she wrapped hers completely around your waist pulling you in to get you as close as she can. Her body heat brought your peace and harmony. Happiness even. You felt refilled, refreshed.

Her hugs always give you hope and possibilitys.

"I'm sorry for shouting" she mumbled and you shook your head pulling back a bit.

" I get it your upset and stressed, I would shout as me too" you said handing your head low.

" that doesn't justify my actions y/n, I had no right to shout at you regardless of my emotions, as your partner i should have control of that and not get upset every time your broken" she spoke sternly. She held your hand and placed it over her chest. Feeling her heart beat you smiled and looked up at her.

" my heart beats for you by y/n/n, it whispers your name and this is not poetry I'm speaking the truth. When your sad I'm not like oh my gosh this shit again, no, I always wanna help you in everything and with everything, so please don't leave me in the dark" her words were like a soothing melody. You sighed and sat down on the bed pulling her with you.

" have you ever felt like the majority of the things that happen or are said to you are your fault" you asked her and she looks at you like she's either confused or doesn't know how to answer the question without making you feel worst about the situation.

"ok like, I dont know how to explain it" you said in defeat sighing. Larissa held your hands clasping your fingers with hers.

" you don't have to know the answer to every problem my love and that's ok. Life is a dark unfair exhausting mystery and on some days it might get darker and harder to find that spark of joy and happiness but just know I'm always by your side no matter what and your not in this alone" she whispered looking at your reaction to her every word carefully.

" thank you rissa, I love you and thanks for supporting me and always going that extra mile" you whispered. She chuckled rolling her eyes playfully.

" I'd travel to the end of the world for you" she cooed kissing your temple.

" promise me something darling" she said all of a sudden in a very serious tone. You turned your body in her direction, giving her your undivided attention just as she always does. She tucks a strand of hair behind your ear behind speaking up.

" stop being a monster to yourself." There's so much more she wanted to say, could have said but she chosed not to. She simply chosed to comfort you in this storm of pain and distress.

" I promise " you spoke confidently. She smiled brightly causing you to reflect it.

The both of you began kissing passionately, you slipped your tongue into larissas mouth in hopes to win for dominance but that's simply a game she was way to good at. She pulled you onto her lap and held the back of your head as she deepened the kiss making you moan before pulling away.

" there she is" she chuckled holding you tightly.

" here I am" your spok before she held you flush against her chest pulling you to lay down with her.

" hey what about your work?" You asked looking upbat her. She looked down and smiled at you.

" what about it, sweetheart? Now sleep" she muttered, slowly starting to drift off to sleep when her eyes began to get heavy. You smiled at her, slowly drifting off to dream land aswell. She simply loves you......

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Hey girly!! FIRST OFF I JUST WANT TO ACKNOWLEDGE HOW FLAWLESS YOUR WORK IS, honestly you are truly talented! However I just wanted to make a request for a Larissa Weems and fem!professor/reader, one shot. But the reader isn’t much shorter than Larissa (like about 5’9-5’11). Because there aren’t many fanfics of Larissa x fem!reader, where the reader is just a tad bit shorter. My idea of this fic would be something fill of fluff and Reader comes home and sees Larissa exhausted so reader attempts to calm Larissa down after a long day at work; type thing but yeah!!

I understand if your requests are filled with many other amazing ideas but I hope this makes an exception!! If not I hope you still have a glorious day AND IF YOU DO MAKE IT PLEASE TAG ME!!!

- thank you

Heyyyyy @gwenswif3yy !! Your too kind! I appreciate all your lovely words 💕 I would love to write this for you, and I hope you have a glorious day as well!

Breath, My Love ~Larissa Weems xFem Tall!Professor!Reader

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Warnings: SFW, fluffy fluff, kissing, moaning

Enjoy (:

It was nearly six o’clock on this particular Friday, meaning you had to start cleaning up the shop.

“Beauty & Botanicals” was your baby that you had built from the ground up. It was a quaint little flower shop, in which you took much pride and joy.

On your way out, you grabbed a bundle of white roses, your partner’s favorite. You were considered yourself extremely lucky in the partner that you had found.

Her name was Larissa Weems, and she was the principal at a school for outcasts called ‘Nevermore’.

She was quite tall and a titanium blonde who always wore a distinct red lip. She truly was a thing of beauty and elegance…

Coming out of your daydream, you realized that you were already halfway to the school.

Had you been driving this entire time without being consciously present…?

You shook the thought out of your mind as you pulled up to the school. You got out of your car, walked through the courtyard, and entered the maze of a school.

You walked through the many corridors, finding your way like it was the back of your hand.

You got a couple of stares, but you were used to them so you paid no mind.

For one, you were a normie in an outcast school…

But secondly, you were an irregular normie…

You practically matched Larissa in height, coming only a few inches below her. Your dress and fashion choices were not restrained in any manner, you enjoyed expressing yourself and you didn’t hold back. Many people called you masculine or a tomboy. Your make-up tended to be minimal, if you were even wearing any, and your build was more masculine with attributes like broader shoulders or sturdier, stouter hands.

And before you knew it, you were standing in front of Larissa’s office doors.

You rapped on the dark, oak door, holding the flowers in your other hand.

“Come in!” Larissa spoke, loud enough for you to hear her.

You walked into her office to find Larissa hunched over her desk, her nose in her computer screen, and her brows intensely furrowed.

You chuckled lightly to yourself, placing your things on one of the side chairs and walking up to her desk with the white roses in hand.

“You know you overwork yourself…” you teased the blonde, with a hint of serious concern.

“Hello to you as well, Darling…” Larissa chuckled, a smile finally gracing that exhausted face as she looked up to meet your gaze.

You sighed heavily at the sight of her worn-out, frenzied eyes.

“Are those for me…?” Larissa teasingly asked, having noticed the flowers and effectively pulling you out of your ponderings of Larissa.

You grinned and nodded sweetly, making Larissa blush slightly.

“Thank you, love.” She whispered.

You hummed in response, before continuing your thought, “Why don’t I put these in a vase, while you finish up, and then we can head out?”

Larissa hummed and nodded, her head swaying in exhaustion.

The poor woman…

You couldn’t stand seeing her like this…

You cupped her check and leaned across the desk to give her a quick peck on the lips. At that, Larissa let a breath out she didn’t know she’d been holding.

You then walked over to the flowers you’d brought her last week and exchanged them for the new ones.

Once you had finished, you gathered your belongings and turned to Larissa, “Ready to go, love?”

“Almost…” Larissa hummed, finishing typing something on her computer before shutting it down.

Larissa then got up and got her own belongings, giving you the opportunity to grab her coat and help her into it.

She hummed a light “thank you, dear…” in response, to which you hummed back in response.

You two interlocked hands, she locked the office door, and you were both on your way.

The car ride was past in silence. You could Larissa was exhausted and just needed a break.

And that’s exactly what you planned to give her tonight.

When you got to your house at the edge of town, you helped her out of the car, catching another deep sigh from Larissa (like the fourth or fifth one if you’d been counting correctly…)

You two entered the your house and you immediately discarded all coats and belongings.

Larissa was about to make her way to her study, as if she was going to start working again, but you quickly halted that attempt.

“No no no…” you tutted, guiding Larissa to the living room instead, “Let me take care of you, love…”

“Darling, I have work…” Larissa whined.

“Not tonight… tonight, your going to relax…” you insisted, as you had her sit down in front of the couch and you sat behind her.

You began massaging her shoulders, and you could feel all that tension which she had been amassing all week long.

You drew strings of breathy moans and groans from the blondes precious lips, as you continued to work her shoulders.

As one hand continued its administrations, you sued the other to start to remove the pins from her hair.

Larissa audibly exhaled at you loosening her uptight hair.

Pin after pin, her hair began cascading down to her shoulders.

You turned your entire attention to her hair and neck now.

Once all the pins were on the floor, you massaged from the bottom of her neck, up to her scalp, running your fingers through her titanium locks.

She was relaxing more and more…

You unzipped the top of her dress to gain a bit more access to massage down her spine.

Once you had worked out most of her knots, you began peppering her skin with kisses.

Larissa blushed deeply at this act, but said nothing against it, rather she cranes her neck to give you more access.

You made sure to touch, lick, suck, kiss every inch of available skin on that woman’s body.

And you could tell she was enjoying it from the leud sounds that were staring to flow from her lips.

You placed one final kiss on her collar bone, and then brought your lips to the shell of her ear,

“How about we order some take-out and cuddle for the night…” you husked know her ear.

Larissa happily sighed, “I’d love nothing less, my love…”

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wh0re4gwen · 4 months

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DEAL?｡･ﾟ･

Larissa x Fem!reader

Tag: SLIGHT angst, fluff, forced relaxation, teasing, tired Larissa

‼️MEN DNI‼️

A/n: I started writing Pt.2 of Farewell and it should be published tomorrow!!

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Larissa was always stressed, granted she was the Principal of Nevermore. A lot was expected of her, she had many responsibilities and requirements she had to fulfill each day, but today was a Saturday meaning there was no school and Larissa was still working.

She needed to relax and I was determined to help her. I came out of our shared bedroom to find Larissa sitting at her desk quickly tapping away at the keys of her computer, just like I suspected. I stood there thinking for a moment before I decide what to do. I walked over to Larissa and shut her computer. Larissa looked at her closed computer and then at me confused. "Darling are you alright? Do you need something?" Larissa asked me concerned, considering I usually don't bother her at work unless I really need something.

"Come on Rissa, it's a Saturday afternoon and you're working." I say giving Larissa puppy dog eyes.

Larissa smiles at the fact I'm worried about her but then opens her computer once again. Larissa sat up for a moment giving me a quick kiss before she begins typing again.

"My love as much as I'd like to take a break I simply can't, there is far too much for me to do." Larissa says not looking up from her computer. I stood there slightly pouting my lips, it's not over yet I can't give up. Without thinking I grabbed Larissa's computer and without looking back I ran to our bedroom and locked the door. Larissa still sat at her desk, eyes wide and completely stunned.

I panted slightly as I slid down the door waiting for Larissa to come and try to retrieve her stolen item. I listened as I heard a quick shuffling sound near the door. "Y/n? Darling give me back my computer, please."

Larissa asks still a shocked, but before I could respond, Larissa began talking again. "Dear I have a key in my desk, if you don't open this door I'll be forced to open it myself and you won't like that." Larissa said seeming a bit annoyed.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I stood up thinking of place to hide her computer. I knew Larissa was just making an empty threat, you knew she'd never actually do anything she was just trying to intimidate you but even then knowing that it still scared you all the same. I finally just decided to hide it in the crack between the bed and the night stand, on my side of course. Moments later the door flung open and there stood a not so happy Larissa.

I gave her a knowing smile and waited for her to come in. Larissa looked me up and down realizing I don't have the computer which caused her to freeze.

She took a deep breath before saying "Sweetheart, where is it?" I looked at her for a moment and said "Where is what Rissa?" I asked as innocently as possible. Larissa pinched the bridge of her nose with her first two fingers and said "Darling I'm not going to ask again" Larissa said with a tinge of annoyance in her voice.

I considered giving it back before I thought of a much better plan."one hour" was all I said grabbing Larissa's attention. "If you can relax with me for one hour, I'll give it back. I promise." Larissa squinted her eyes at me thinking whether she should take the deal or not. After a few moments Larissa smiled at me, whether she wanted to admit it or not the fact that you cared this much about her well-being warmed her heart.

"Fine, I'll give you one hour then I'm back to work." I could've jumped up and down I didn't actually think she'd agree. I ran over to her giving her a big hug. Larissa stumbled back a bit causing her to let out a small giggle before reciprocating the hug.

I grabbed Larissa's hands leading her to the bed. She hesitated before laying down next to me. Usually I lay on Larissa while she holds me but today is different. I guided Larissa's head down to my chest and for a change I held her.

Larissa tensed at the sudden action but quickly relaxed into me. Larissa figured since she was already here she might as well make herself comfortable, she looked up at you giving you a smile that could kill. She was absolutely gorgeous. I smiled back and bent down slightly to indulge her in a kiss.

We both pulled away just admiring the one another. I soon began drawing little shapes on Larissa's back and she continued to lay on my chest. In a strange way Larissa found your heartbeat quite comforting and closed her eyes so she could focus on the steady rhythm. Larissa closed her eyes and let her breath even out before slowly slipping into a peaceful slumber.

I watched as Larissa faught to keep her eyes open, but in the end she inevitably lost and fell asleep. I moved a piece of hair from her face admiring her graceful features as she slept . Soon I had also fell victim to sleep and for the first time in awhile Larissa was finally able to relax.

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #larissa #gwendolineuniverse #larissa weems x reader #wlw fanfic #principal weems #fluff #gwendoline christie is so mfing fine #Larissa is such a cutie patootie

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mouse-of-dimitrescu · 5 months

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HI one of my fav writer.. Can I request a reader comfort fic (or more/angst/smut) with Lady D or Principal Weems where reader got so drunk in a friend's party located somewhere outside the city where reader is not so familiar esp. with public transportation. And was supposed to be pick-up by their father or sibling but got left on her own accord to return home later when the reader is so untrustful of the unfamiliar environment. They just want to unwind after a stressful week, they did enjoy the party until past midnight and now wanted to go home but instead got so disappointed that decided against it, but still wanna end the night to rest. If you get what I mean.. This is basically me last night and I just want to be comforted right now. Thank you. You are free to add or change anything if you decided to write this<3 <3 <3

Safe in Her Arms

Larissa Weems X Fem Reader ( fluff and comfort )

WARNINGS: party, being slightly drunk, unfamiliar surroundings. ( Tell me if I need to add more <3)

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You had attended a party outside your home city. The unfamiliarity of it seeped through your clothes and sent a shiver down your spine. When you entered the party, a change occured and you were met with the cheerful bonhomie of your friends. You didn't feel so mistrustful — eventually coming to enjoy a good evening. The hours slipped by before you could realise, darting towards midnight. It was almost time to return home and you felt quite exhausted after all the excitement, not to mention, a bit drunk too. You walked out a bit clumsily onto the pavement where you were supposed to be picked up but there was no sign of your father. He intended to pick you up after the party and the realisation of his absence caused you to become incredibly anxious.

You were disappointed and wanted to get to a safe environment as soon as possible. Your eyes darted across your surroundings which began to grow increasingly untrustworthy. With every sound, your head turned, your eyes darting back and forth, in a daze, but trying to keep on red alert.

You wrapped your coat securely around yourself to feel more comfortable and you got out your phone. You had no idea how to use the public transport system, especially in this state. And Uber would not be entirely safe at that hour. You didn't want to go home in particular, you just wanted to go somewhere comforting and familiar. You scrolled through your contacts and spotted the name: Larissa. You didn't want to bother the poor woman so late at night but at this point in time, it seemed like the only option.

You called her and she picked up almost immediately.

" Hello dear? Why are you calling at this hour? Is everything okay?" She asked, her voice laced with concern. Your heart warmed and you shut your eyes, finding comfort in her voice.

" I'm really sorry to bother you so late but I'm kind of...stuck outside the city. I was at a party and I don't have transport to get—" You explained, Larissa interrupted.

" Don't apologise. Where are you, darling?" She asked. You heard some shuffling over the phone.

You gave Larissa the address and held the bridge of your nose. " I'm just going to hide by the building."

" Okay, dear. Please keep safe. I'll be there as soon as possible." Larissa said. She put the phone down and you let out a sigh of relief.

You waited a short while, holding your coat around you tightly and stepping into the shadows so no one could really notice you if they were lurking nearby. You leant against the wall, trying to support yourself.

Larissa in her familiar grey car parked on the side and she hopped out. She spotted you and rushed towards you, taking you in her arms and peppering little kisses over your cheeks, making you smile slightly.

" You alright, darling? A bit tipsy?"

You nodded. " Y-yes." Larissa nodded in response and guided you to her car. She helped you get in the passenger seat.

Larissa hopped in the driver's seat and grabbed something's from the back.

" I'm sorry it's so late—"

" Stop apologising. I was awake anyway. Here, darling. Have some water and take this blanket, you must be freezing." Larissa handed you a warm blanket and a bottle of water. You opened the bottle and sipped out of it, thanking her. She smiled and began driving.

" Did you enjoy the party?" She asked.

" Oh, yes. It was nice. Then it got too dark and people began to leave to go home." You mumbled, a bit tiredly.

Larissa nodded. " Dear, would you like me to drop you off at home? Or would you like to come back with me to my cottage and I'll get you comfortable?" She asked.

You thought for a moment. " Would it be okay if I came back with you to your cottage?" You asked shyly.

" Of course darling. I always enjoy your company." Larissa squeezed your hand with a smile ajd carried on driving.

You looked out the window to see all the shimmering night lights and heard the soft rumble of the car. Larissa's perfume was so familiar and comforting that you felt like you could reach out and touch it — maybe hold it forever. Larissa drove carefully on the roads, occasionally glancing over at you to see if you were okay. You arrived in her neighbourhood and drove slowly, eventually pulling into her driveway and shutting off the car. She stuffed her keys in her pocket and lead you out of the car. You followed larissa inside and she put her keys on the hook.

" Follow me, dear. You can have a shower and get some rest. You've had a long night." Larissa placed a gentle hand on your back and guided you upstairs. She showed you to the bathroom and handed you a towel and a pair of her pajamas.

" Thank you so much." You hugged larissa.

She smiled and hugged you back, kissing your cheek. " Anytime darling. I'm only a call away." She looked to you. " Do you fancy a hot chocolate before bed?" Larissa brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

You nodded. " That sounds really nice."

Larissa smiled and squeezed your shoulder, heading downstairs and giving you privacy. You hopped in the shower, feeling the relief of the hot water on your skin, washing off the stress. After showering, you hopped out, grabbing the grey towel. You dried yourself off and got dressed in Larissa's pajamas, feeling how soft they were. You couldn't help but hug yourself and smile slightly at the feeling. You tidied up the bathroom and headed downstairs, holding on the railing for a bit of support. You found Larissa in the kitchen, preparing hot chocolate and a light snack.

" Hello." You greeted softly, walking into the kitchen and leaning against the counter.

Larissa smiled. " Hello, dear. How was your shower? Do you feel better?" She asked.

" Much. Thank you. Can I help you with anything?" You looked over to Larissa.

She put extra marshmallows in your hot chocolate and handed it to you. " No, darling. Go sit down in the living room. I'll join you in a second." She kissed your forehead and pointed to the living room entrance. You hesitantly obeyed her orders and sat down on the sofa, taking a small sip of your delicious hot chocolate.

Larissa entered the living room a few moments later with a small plate of chocolate chip cookies in her hand and her own cup of hot chocolate in the other.

" Eat up, darling." She smiled and sat next to you.

" Thank you so much." You took a chocolate chip cookie and bit into it, savoring the taste.

Larissa scooted closer to you and covered both of your laps with the blanket, making sure you were comfortable before wrapping a comforting arm around you. She played with your hair while you sat with her, leaning into her touch. She held you tightly and kissed your cheek.

" You did the right thing to call me, sweetheart. I'm so glad that you did." Larissa spoke softly.

You smiled slightly and took the last sip of your hot chocolate, wrapping your fingers around the warm cup. " Thank you for everything, really."

Larissa smiled and put your cups aside, she lead you upstairs, guiding you as you walked — she didnt want you to trip or fall.

" Okay sweetheart, let's get you tucked in. You look exhausted." Larissa slipped under the covers with you and made sure that you were comfortable. Larissa held you close and kissed your forehead.

" You've had a long night. Get some rest, darling. I'll be right here in the morning. What do you want for breakfast?" She asked.

" Oh, um, I don't mind. You don't have to make me breakfas—"

" I want to dear. You're my guest and you know how much I care for you. How about pancakes?" Larissa began to play with your hair again as you cuddled into her.

" That sounds lovely, thank you." You smiled.

Larissa smiled back and kissed your cheek. " I love you, dear. Sleep tight."

" I love you too, Rissy. Good night." You whispered back. Your eyes shut from exhaustion. You fell into an almost-immediate slumber, surrounded by the comforts of Larissa and safety.

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Thank you for the request ❤️❤️❤️

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shslbunnylover · 5 months

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★★★𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 3: 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙛𝙛 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮)★★★

Character: Larissa Weems

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Flirty behavior, alcohol consumption

Genre: Fluff

A/n: Third day is rolling right along with the lovely Larissa Weems! I had so much fun writing this!!

Word count: 1.6k

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Covering your left ear in hopes of draining the noise around you from your hearing, you felt yourself becoming slightly more anxious about having said yes to the staff holiday party at Nevermore. You were well-liked by the students and the other staff. However, you still felt a sense of anxiety wash over you the moment you entered the room.

Looking down at your dress that fell just below your knees, you placed your hands over the other and made your way towards the drinks with a smile on your lips, waving your greeting to the familiar faces around you.

The air around you smelled of cinnamon and sugar cookies, making your body feel like it was melting its nervous shell and leaving only a comfortable and carefree interior. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you grabbed the ladle out of the eggnog, pouring the white liquid into your glass until it was full.

Bringing the glass to your lips, the liquid fell down your throat, causing the tips of your ears once chilled by the cold outside air to warm up.

"This is pretty good," You thought out loud, going to grab a sugar cookie from the large plate next to the bowl of eggnog.

"I'm glad you think so, I made it myself," A regal voice with a familiar British accent spoke, her words turning into a chuckle as you jumped in surprise.

"Ms. Weems!" You exclaimed, putting a hand over your chest as you took a breath in between a couple of laughs. "You scared me!"

"Please darling, call me Larissa, we've known each other for a few years now," Larissa smiled, walking closer to you.

You blushed softly, looking up at the taller woman.

"Yes Larissa," You replied meekly, feeling her dominant and powerful presence washing over you, her aura only increasing due to your feelings for the woman.

"Even when you call me by my first name, you find a way to make it formal. Don't you?" She chuckled, her laugh sounding soft and sweet as it always did, the sound of it had pushed you into a lovesick state.

You nodded, your eyes finding their way down to your feet, attempting to make yourself feel like a normal person for a moment.

"Look back up at me sweetling," Larissa commanded, wanting to see your face again.

You obliged almost immediately, your heart pounding at 1000 miles an hour at the blonde's overwhelming presence.

"T-The party is very nice," You tried to change the subject, hoping to calm down the raging blush on your face.

"It is, but I have a question for you, Y/n," The taller woman stated, taking a sip of her warm eggnog before placing it back on the table.

"Yes?" You asked, looking at her with curious eyes.

"Do I make you nervous?"

You froze, looking at her with a blush scattered across your cheeks and nose, you weren't sure what to say in reply.

You seemingly were silent for a couple minutes, as Larissa cupped your cheek to knock you out of your thoughts.

"Sweetling, are you alright? That question didn't make you uncomfortable did it darling?"

Her pet names were like music to your ears, but you weren't sure how to continue the melody, often ending it with stutters and blush.

"I... I don't know," You replied honestly, "I don't know what it is,"

"That's quite alright snowflake," Larissa nodded, turning her head to the other staff and then back to you. "I should leave you to the party," She smiled, walking away, and leaving you flustered.

You stood there, before a wave of confidence washed over you.

You grabbed her hand, placing your glass on the table to reach further.

"Wait-" You quickly stopped her, retracing your hand with a blush once her blue eyes went back to face you with surprise. "I wanted to give you the present I got you, would you like to see it?" You nervously asked, your mind thinking of any excuse to be near the blonde.

"Oh snowflake, you didn't have to get me anything just because we did a whole Secret Santa event, you know that," Larissa chuckled, "But I know whatever you got me is amazing," She continued, her lips forming into a smile as the two of you walked over to a little Christmas tree where you had put her gift.

You pulled up a small box that was perfectly prepared, the wrapping paper was a beautiful light blue and paired with a white snowflake gift tag that matched the tiny decals on the paper.

"Merry Christmas Larissa," You smiled, handing it to her as your eyes traveled their way up her body.

"Thank you Y/n," She smiled, taking the paper gently off of the box to reveal a small jewelry box.

"Go on! Open the box!" You encouraged her with a soft smile on your lips.

The blonde simply chuckled, quickly opening the velvet box to reveal a very luxurious set of opal dangle earrings.

"Y/n..." She trailed off, her eyes widening as her fingers grazed over the gemstones. "These are beautiful...!"

You beamed in reply, your hands clenching into fists out of your excitement.

"I got you the earrings in opal because it's your birthstone!"

Larissa looked at you with wonderment in her eyes.

"How did you know my birthday? I don't tell that to anyone," She asked, still amazed by how thoughtful you were.

"I asked around," You smirked, "Do you like them?"

"Like them? Darling, I love them! You didn't have to get me these!" The older woman replied, moving her vision from you to the earrings.

"I'd do anything for you," You said, your smirk forming into a more lovesick and warmth-filled smile.

The principal paused for a moment, matching your facial features as she took your hand in her own, shutting the box.

"Is that so? Then you would be willing to answer another question, right?"

You nodded.

"Yes, what is it?" You questioned her, tilting your head slightly to the side.

"If I kissed you, would you reciprocate?"

You froze for a minute, just like you had when she asked you a question before, but something about this moment didn't feel the same.

You pushed your touching hands together, fingers intertwining with each other as you pulled her in for a passionate kiss.

Her hand found its way to your cheek, pulling you further into her lips and her taste of sugar cookies and eggnog.

Pulling away from her to catch your breath, Larissa looked at you once again, her ruby red lips placing themselves on your cheek to leave a slight mark in their wake.

"I guess I have my answer then," She chuckled, watching you break out into a huge blush over what had just occurred.

"I didn't think this would ever happen- At a staff holiday party nonetheless-!" You covered your face with your hands, only for them to be pulled down by the woman in front of you.

"Well," Larissa replied, "Strange things happen during the holidays, don't they?"

"Yeah," You nodded, "I didn't think pretending to be your Secret Santa was the way I'd woo you over,"

Larissa's eyes widened slightly, before she broke out into a soft laughter, placing another soft kiss on your cheek.

"And I didn't think that a good girl like yourself could do such a naughty thing," She teased, her lips falling to yours once more.

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If you enjoyed reading this, don't forget to like, reblog and comment! Thank you and you are loved <3

-Akira

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no-phrogs-in-hats · 6 months

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Baby Steps Part 1

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

Summary: Larissa and reader begin their journey to becoming parents

Warnings: Needles, pregnancy, mentions of PCOS (PCOS girlies unite), blood

A/N: Okay, so a lot of you wanted me to write a Larissa x pregnant!reader and I've decided to make this a tiny series. I was gonna make it a tiny continuation of If I Could Turn Back Time, but I forgot in the epilogue that they adopted a student so oh well. Tiny Larissa x reader series! Also I know I could've just had Larissa shapeshift a dick, but I'm not up for writing that.

Also lmk if you wanna be tagged in the next part<3

Read Part 2 here

It was in the dark of your bedroom that you whispered her name, “Larissa?”

“Hm?”

You felt her arms tighten around your waist. “What do you think about…children?”

“Children?” She sat up and leaned over you. “Well, I think I have to like them since I’m the principal of a school.”

You sighed, smiling softly as she pecked you on the lips. “That’s not what I meant. I mean…a…family. What do you think about a–starting a…family…?”

Your heart began to race. It had been on your mind for months and all you were waiting for was the courage to bring up the topic. You were anticipating Larissa’s reaction, every scenario in your head ending with the phrase, “Maybe we should get a divorce.”

But, instead, when she laid back down behind you and pulled you into her embrace, she placed a kiss on your neck and smiled. “I would love nothing more, my darling.”

Larissa held your hand as you sat on the table at the doctors office. The sterile white paper underneath you crinkled with every move you made.

“The doctor should be in shortly,” the scribe said, smiling before tossing her gloves out and leaving the room.

Your eyes wandered the room, noting the diagrams and pieces of maternity art that hung on the beige walls. You giggled as you watched Larissa blow into a latex glove before letting it go and watching it fly around the room. You sobered up immediately when a soft knock on the door was heard.

“Hi!” The door opened and a short woman with frizzy hair walked in. “I’m Dr. Curan. It’s lovely to meet you.” She took a seat on the rolling stool in front of the computer, opening your file on it and skimming through it. “So, I see that you’re here for an evaluation.”

“Yeah, we’ve decided to, uhh…start a family. But, as you can see,” you said, gesturing between yourself and Larissa, “we kind of need help with that.”

The doctor smiled. “Well I can help you with that. Were you thinking in vitro? Intrauterine?”

“Intrauterine,” you answer. “Of course, though, in vitro is okay if it’s necessary.”

“Okay! So, the first thing we’re gonna have to do for intrauterine–or artificial insemination, whichever one you wanna call it–is a fertility test.” Dr. Curan looked over your chart once again. “I can see in your chart here that you do have PCOS, so that can affect your fertility. Other than that, you’re healthy and you’re young, so my hopes are high for this.”

“And what does the test consist of?” you heard Larissa ask.

“Part of it will be a blood test,” the doctor said. “This one will measure two hormone levels. The first is the follicle-stimulating hormone. Its main job is to control the growth of eggs in your ovaries. And the second hormone is anti-mullerian. It’s produced by the follicles themselves and the more anti-mullerian you have, the more eggs you’re probably going to have.”

“And the other part?” you asked.

“The other part will be the antral follicle count,” Dr. Curan explained. “It’ll be performed by a transvaginal ultrasound. Basically, we’ll count how many follicles are in your ovaries. And, after that, we’ll go over the treatment plan.”

Waiting for the sonographer, you laid on your back with your feet in stirrups. You watched as Larissa, with arms folded in front of her, looked closely at a framed poster with fun facts about the female anatomy.

“Did you know this?” she gawked. “Prehistoric females had an average of fifty periods in their lifetime! And the average woman will use 11,000 tampons in her life! That’s bonkers!” She looked back at you, meeting your surprised look before turning back around to continue reading. “Oh, look at this! A contraction can give a force that equates to roughly 1,938 kilograms of pressure! That’s 4,272 pounds! Women’s breasts can grow up to three cup sizes while pregnant! Their blood volume increases by fifty percent and their heart can grow bigger because of that! This is incredible! I can’t believe I never knew some of these!”

“Larissa,” you huff, “you need to stop reading these off to me, otherwise I’ll schedule a tubal ligation instead of an intrauterine insemination.”

She pursed her lips and smiled at you before walking over and taking your hand. Larissa leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips, “Oh, you’ll be fine, darling.”

Standing at the sink, you watched out the window as your hands worked idly, scrubbing away at dirty pots and pans. You were lost in your thoughts when you felt a presence behind you. Arms wrapped around your waist and you gasped as hands slid to your hips and lips skimmed over your neck.

Low groans from Larissa vibrated over your throat as she kissed and nipped at the exposed skin. “It’s seven o’clock. Maybe you should put a hold on the dishes.”

“Maybe you should be patient,” you retorted. “A few more minutes won’t make a difference.”

Larissa hummed, “Talking back? You know, Christmas is coming up next month. I’d hate for you to end up on the naughty list…”

“Have any punishments in mind?” you quipped.

You could feel her heavy breath on your neck as her hands wandered more. Down to your ass, up to your waist, over to your breast. “So, so many,” she murmured into your ear.

You could feel one of her hands keep you steady as the other one retreated from your body. They returned shortly and one of them pulled your shirt up over your belly. “And–Ow!”

A sharp pain in your lower abdomen caused you to jolt, and after five seconds Larissa stepped away. You glared at her as she giggled to herself and recapped the needle on the pen. She pressed a kiss to your cheek, “Just think about our future child. When you’re done here, I’ll be in the bedroom…waiting for you.”

Later that night, beneath the warm comforter and cold air, your naked bodies, slick with sweat, were locked in a tight embrace.

“Maybe we could ask Vlad,” you giggled.

Larissa laughed and tightened her arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “Vlad? Really?”

“Mhm,” you joked. “He’s good looking. He’s athletic. He’s European. He’s the whole package, Larissa.”

“How about we choose someone from the donor list,” Larissa suggested.

You sighed, “Fine. As long as they’re attractive. I don’t want an ugly kid.”

“You are ridiculous.”

Your leg bounced up and down as you sat with Larissa in the waiting room.

“What if it’s negative?” you ramble. “What if we’ve done all of this stuff for nothing?”

Larissa’s hand went to your knee, squeezing it lightly to calm your fidgeting. “Then we’ll do it again if you want. Darling, you’re young. You’re healthy. We have plenty of time. And if you no longer want to do it, there are other options.”

When your name was called, Larissa took your hand and walked with you into the room. She sat beside you as you had your blood drawn, talking about names and if the baby would have powers like you, what color to paint the nursery and if you should start looking for a bigger house.

The phlebotomist stood up after bandaging your arm. “Alright, whenever you’re ready, you’re all set. Let me know if you feel dizzy or lightheaded and I’ll get you some juice. It’s a Friday, so you should expect the results in your chart on Monday or Tuesday, and if you haven’t by Wednesday, feel free to give us a call.”

Monday morning, your heart was racing. Your anxieties would be cured sometime that day–to be replaced with elation or disappointment. When? You didn’t know. And you hated it. The entire day moved at a snail’s pace. You could hardly focus while teaching and kept checking your phone every time it buzzed. This happened so many times, in fact, that you had to silence it altogether.

At lunch, you checked your phone again, but to no avail. It was during the last class of the day that you were sitting at your desk and grading papers while the students had free time that the buzz of your phone made you almost sick with anticipation.

New message: ‘Hello! You have one (1) new test result waiting in your chart. Questions? Call (802)44…’

You thought the bell would never ring. However, when it did, and your students flooded out of the room, you followed suit with your phone in hand. Rushing up the stairs, you had made it to Larissa’s office in record timing. You knocked quietly on the door and when you heard a faint voice beckoning you to enter, you did.

“How was your day?” Larissa smiled as she put away files in a desk drawer .

“Long,” you sighed, giving her a peck on the lips before sitting down. “But, I got an interesting message…The test results are available.”

Larissa froze. “What are you doing? Open it!”

“But, what if it’s negative?” you said.

She took your hand in hers, eyes softening and her voice lowering. “My darling, if it’s negative, it isn’t the end of the world. Like I said a couple weeks ago, this isn’t our only option.”

“Right…” You took a deep breath and sighed. “Well, here we go.”

You unlocked your phone and opened your online patient portal. The words at the top of the screen make your insides turn.

One (1) new test result!

You tapped on them.

Lab results - Blood

Pregnancy

Result:

Positive

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Campus Valentine - Larissa Weems x Reader

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Includes: fluffy fluffle romance

Warnings: none :p

Word Count: 1874

Tag List: @lexi1109 @multiverseeee

Brief Description: Valentine’s was in the middle of the week this year so of course there was a full day of schooling followed by meetings after and during break periods. Larissa was going to be booked until the evening and you had scarcely more time open than her. However, as it is Valentine’s, it has to be special.

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Two bouquets of velvety red roses in glass vases rest on the table in Larissa’s private quarters— one you bought for Larissa interwoven with white roses, the other she bought for you laced with stargazer lilies. Both had cards and boxes of chocolate beside them, each filled with your favored brands. Larissa stirred from her slumber first, moving to face you, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. A gentle smile graced your face at the feel of her careful movement as you started to wake. She left a gentle kiss upon your forehead, bidding you a good morning darling and a happy valentine’s before getting up to start on her hair and makeup as you took the time to lay there. You pulled yourself out of bed about a half hour later to start on your own hair and makeup. You never went as elaborate as Larissa when it came to doing your hair and makeup so you were able to afford the extra time to get up. Helping each other sleepily through your morning routines, you were both fully done up within an hour.

Before heading out of Larissa’s quarters, you both took the time to open each other’s cards and gifts and share thankful affections with one another. You took your time to admire her writing script and all the little moments she included within her note. The two of you shared a loving kiss, your red lipstick shades mixing together before she placed her hand around your waist, guiding you out through her office. You both headed out on your morning walk around the grounds, enjoying the scenic greenery and peaceful sounds of the surrounding nature. Hand in hand, with your head upon her shoulder, you walked a slow pace to take in everything around you and revel in the tranquility of each other’s company on this early morning. After your rounds around the campus, you both head inside to the dining hall to pick up your pre-scheduled breakfast, eggs benedict, thanking the cooking staff as you do so before heading back to Larissa’s office.

Sitting at the table in her private quarters, you enjoy each other's company over your meal before having to start on each of your day’s responsibilities. You each discuss your respective schedules and when you will be off for the day. You found that Larissa will be off about an hour and a half later than you for the day and internally decided that you would cook her dinner using the teacher’s lounge kitchen as a surprise. You both finished breakfast and cleaned off the table before getting ready to start the day. As you were packing your materials before you headed out of her office she grabbed your arm and pulled you in for a kiss, bidding you a Happy Valentine’s as you did the same and telling you she'd see you tonight.

The day started off well with your first period class being excited for the prospects of Valentine’s Day, eagerly discussing the plans they each had and the small campus events and get-togethers several of them were having in their dorm halls. You had left small bundles of chocolate on each of their desks for them as a little gift for them all which resulted in even more joy amongst the group. You led a more low-key class for the holiday and intertwined several little games and fun activities for them rather than sticking strictly to class materials for the day. You’d discussed this earlier with Larissa, and she’d agreed that it would be delightful for students to have a bit of a break for the day and that they’d probably enjoy having fun activities entwined into their classes for the day. Your second period class went the same as the first with the students all being energized and enjoying the fun activities their classes offered today.

At lunch, you ate in the teacher’s lounge amidst your fellow staff who weren’t in meetings or other engagements for the period. You sat quietly planning out what to cook this evening for your surprise dinner plans as the time ticked by on the grandfather clock. You were thinking of cooking beef stroganoff as you’d learned it from your father growing up. Having a free period after lunch, you went into town to shop for the ingredients and a vintage bottle of red wine for Larissa. You stopped at the vintage shop before heading back to campus and bought a new dress and necklace you saw that reminded you of Rissa. You made it back to campus just before your next class started and had enough time to spare to put the groceries in the fridge and gifts in the cupboard in the teacher’s lounge, marking them off to not be touched by anyone else. You barely made it to your classroom to put out the chocolate bags you had prepared for the students and situate yourself at your desk before the students arrived for the last period of the day. As the students filed in, they were all excited over the goodies laid out for each of them and similar to the other two classes, they all enjoyed the frivolous activities and games woven into the class for the day.

Finally the day came to an end and all the students took no leisure heading out to their afterschool Valentine’s Day activities. You took a moment to sit back and take a breather before having to go off to the staff meeting after school. Making it a few minutes early, you sat at the front of the table near the head where Larissa would presume her position. You waited a few minutes until other staff members started filling the chairs, Larissa arriving last as she had back to back meetings all afternoon. She smiled upon seeing you and clearly having had a busy day thus far, her eyes softened at your sight. The meeting proceeded in a standard manner, going through the updates and following with discussion on what has been going on at the school. You swam in every word she spoke in her dulcet voice and every shift she made as her chosen dress of the day accentuated her gorgeous figure. The adoration you had for her was second to none. The staff meeting came to a close and you sat there a bit while everyone else filed out to start upon their own frivolities for the evening. You walked up to Larissa as she stood beside the chalk board up front and wrapped your arms around her waist from behind, perching your chin on her left shoulder. She tilted her head to rest it on yours as the two of you stood there for a few moments just enjoying each other’s touch. After the comforting silence, she parted and left a kiss on your cheek before bidding you farewell as she left for her final meetings of the day.

You made your way to the kitchen in the teacher’s lounge to start preparing and cooking the surprise dinner you had planned for Larissa. To start, you got all your ingredients out and organized, opening things that you would be using in advance. You cut, floured, seasoned, buttered your pans, and browned the meat as you let the mushrooms sautee in a second pan. Following, you cut and mixed the vegetables, seared them, then mixed in the mushrooms and meat allowing all the flavors to mix before putting in the tomato paste, sour cream, and other liquid ingredients. You let it cook for a while before starting the water to boil noodles in and cutting the bread. The clock struck 6:00pm, and you knew you didn’t have much time left before Larissa would be returning to her office. You put the noodles on boil, cut the bread, then dashed to Larissa’s office quickly to place the bread on the table and set up some candles on it. You made it back to the kitchen in time for the timers to go off and hastily put the noodles and sauce into two chafing dishes, grabbed the needed plates, silverware, glasses, napkins, and serving spoons, and then put all of them on a cart to take back to her office. You made it back on time at 6:25pm and pushed the cart into the dining area of Larissa’s quarters before setting up the table, popping the bottle of wine, brewing tea, then serving both dishes at exactly 6:32pm. Right as you were lighting the candles you heard the large doors of Larissa’s office open. You hear her purse drop on her desk and go into her office, greeting her with a kiss as you hold her hands in yours. She looks at you, a gaze of utter love and adoration gracing her features wrapping her arms around your waist. A smile creeps on her face and in a sultry tone she asks, “Darling, what have you been up to? It smells like you've got dinner ready.” You smile in response and reply with a simple and low toned “surprise~” before pulling her into the dining area of her quarters. Her hands went up to cover her mouth in shock at the setup you had created along with the chafing dishes, making it clear you had cooked dinner while she was at her last couple meetings. Her hands dropped down a bit under her chin, “Sweetheart, you didn’t have to do all this!”, her voice dripped in surprise and adoration. You pulled out a chair for her. “I wanted to Riss, now sit,” you smiled as she sat down and looked at the plate already served in front of her. You sit at your table setting beside her and you both begin to eat. “Darling this is divine! How on earth did you get it made so quickly?” she glances up at you quizzically for a moment as she eats. “I went shopping for everything during my free period to save time after the staff meeting.” You smiled happily, glad it turned out well and to her liking. You both conversed about your days during the meal and cleaned up together before you broke to change into some satin loungewear. She followed after everything was cleaned up and put away. As she changed and moved to the couch in front of the fireplace, you went over to the counter in her quarters to pour two cups of tea and grab the necklace you bought for her at the vintage shop. You made your way over to her, handing her a cup and saucer of tea as well as the jewelry box, bidding another “Happy Valentine’s Day love” before sitting beside her. She surprisedly opened the box, “Darling this is beautiful! Thank you!” She placed the box on the side table and leaned to kiss you. You adjusted yourself to lay together with her on the couch as your lips met in a small, soft and sweet kiss. The two of you spent the rest of the night in each other’s company, cuddled up reading by the fire for a few hours before retiring to the bedroom for the night.

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