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[ja-reau]

JJ and Emily x reader where they find out that r smokes a ton of weed and like vapes and stuff when they thought she was really innocent maybe a few months into their relationship or a while in and she just didn't tell

(I completely understand if you can't do this request and If you can im fine with emily and jj together or separate and if both are too much you can choose one)

Sorry for the bother have a good day/night xx

High

pairing: jennifer jareau x fem reader

category: fluff

warnings: weed, innuendo

word count: 601

summary: your girlfriend is shocked to find out that you get high

a/n: i don't write for emily so i only wrote it for jj. this was absolutely not a bother and please leave more requests if you have them!

I laid down on the couch, staring up at the ceiling as it swirled around, different colors everywhere. I smiled and laughed, the colors making weird shapes. "What are you laughing at?" I heard JJ's voice but I didn't care. She had never seen me like this and I was too stoned to care.

"Look at the shapes."

"What shapes?" She looked up at the ceiling, not seeing anything. "Are you ok baby?" She touched my shoulder and it felt like my skin was tingling under her touch, I leaned into her for more, her touch feeling euphoric.

"I'm great." I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face into the side of her leg as she stood next to the couch.

"What's happening?"

"Love you so much."

"I love you too baby." She reached down to pet my hair before kneeling down next to me. She wrinkled her nose once she smelt my breath. "What...oh my God. Are you high?" She shot up, her eyebrows raising in shock.

"What?"

"You're high!" She started laughing, putting her hand over her mouth. "Is this your first time being high?"

"No." I smiled up at her and made grabby hands, wanting the tingly feeling of her on my skin again. "Come back." She grabbed my hands and pulled me up, kissing me hard on the lips with a smile. "Do that again please."

"I didn't know you smoked weed." She whispered with a big smile.

"I do." I hugged her as tight as possible, relaxing against her body. "Is that weird?"

"No...no it's not I just never thought you would be one to do that." She held me against her tightly, stroking my hair.

"It makes me fuzzy."

"I can tell." She kissed the top of my head, I could imagine her smiling in my mind and it made me so happy. "Why are you so weirded out by me being high?"

"You just...I mean we've only been dating a few months and I guess I just never imagined that you'd be the kind of person to do it. I thought you were an innocent little baby." She kissed my temple, practically holding me up as I leaned my full body weight against her.

"Well...I'm not an innocent little baby." I giggled into her neck. "In bed...yes-"

"Oh my God shut up." She giggled, messing up my hair. "I'm gonna take you up to bed though, ok? It's getting late."

"Are you staying over?" I asked excitedly, wrapping my arms around her neck as she picked me up bridal style, carrying me

up my stairs into my bedroom.

"Of course I'm staying over babe."

"You're so nice. I love you so much." I made grabby hands for her once again as she laid me down in bed.

"I'll be back in a minute honey. I'm gonna brush my teeth and change into something more comfy."

"But I want you." She blushed.

"If you're always this cuddly while you're high I definitely want to see this more often." She kissed my forehead. "I'll be right back. Don't worry and don't go anywhere." I pouted but stayed where I was.

She came back five minutes later, pulling me on top of her while she laid on her back. I smiled happily and hummed, my brain going fuzzy as she left loving scratches on my back. "I love you so much baby." I blushed, my entire face turning red. It seemed like every compliment and every touch from her was intensified and it was almost overwhelming but I welcomed it.

"I love you too."

[ja-reau]

Dom Emily prentiss x intern fem reader is all i ask!! Smutty ofc, a lil bit of a humiliation kink if you’re comfortable!!! Thank yewww

Packing Heat

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Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 4.8k+

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, strap-ons (r!receiving), semi-public sex (office sex, again…), praise, degradation, mommy kink, kind of dub-con at one point, top!Emily, bottom!reader

Summary: Interning at the BAU means you don’t interact with the person in charge a lot. Of course, this doesn’t mean you haven’t seen the section chief in passing or exchanged pleasantries; it's that they’re simple, short-lived and often anti-climatic. However one evening, you find yourself in the desolate office with no chance of going home, work to be done, but no one to sit with you through the process. With only one other soul residing on the sixth floor, it seems Emily may be your best bet for company.

A/n: Listen, could she be more dom? Yes. Is there any humiliation? Not really... But I got lost while writing, so please don't be mad at me... Hope you still enjoy!

When you'd first started at the BAU, it was safe to say you hadn't seen much of the woman calling the shots. There were always updates about when the team were taken out of state, what their cases would entail, the steady progress being made, and the brief comical encounters Garcia spewed around the office. When they were back, everyone made an effort to small talk. They welcomed you well and continued to appreciate the little things you did for them daily. Emily, however, was constantly on the go, meaning every encounter you'd had with her consisted of one-way glances and hopeful smiles in the event she decided to notice her surroundings and the human lifeform less than two metres away. 

She never did, though, until one uneventful evening. 

Almost everyone had vacated the building. The only remaining souls left on the sixth floor were you, Emily, and a one-person cleaning crew—whom you watched exit through glass doors before approaching the brunette's office with shaky knees. Peeking through the window, you saw her attention dart to and from the bright computer screen to the mountains of bureaucratic paperwork lying atop her desk. It was easy to get lost in the little creases between her eyebrows, brought out by the deep scowl she wore, the delicate way her fingers were woven together, and the pads of her thumbs skirting against one another as she pondered in deep thought. 

It was nearing eight, and you were struggling to understand how someone could appear so put together at this late hour, given that their day was most certainly jam-packed with non-stop slog. 

Emily's eyes suddenly flashed up. She squinted toward her door, trying to figure out who'd be here this late other than herself. When she appeared to have worked it out, she leaned back victoriously in her chair, a smug smile on her face, when she called out, "Are you going to stand out there all night?" 

You could have done two things: scurried off like a teenager caught peeping or held your chin up high and walked into the older woman's office with little to no shame. Somehow, you managed to do a mix of both, scurrying in with sagging shoulders, a guilty smile plastered on your face and trembling hands clasping your laptop over your chest.

"Well, it's eerily quiet out there, and I would go home to write this paper. It's just that my roommate and her boyfriend have an awful tendency to forget about volume control when they're—" You cut yourself off, realising it probably wasn't appropriate to talk to your boss about your roommate's over-the-top borderline pornographic soundscape. "I was wondering if I could, you know."

Emily, satirising as ever, waited with a raised eyebrow and a relaxed smile for you to continue your purposefully unfinished question. 

"Sorry, I should let you work." You surrendered to your weak resolve with flushed cheeks and began to turn around.

"Sit," she ordered before you had fully turned back around to the door, nodding to the available chair on the other side of her desk. Her eyes followed your journey to the seat, watching as you placed your laptop down and opened it with shaky fingers. Satisfied, she turned her attention back to her work. "I could do with some company." 

The following silence, starting as unsettling and stagnant, blossomed into something warm and comfortable. There were occasional glances thrown your way and vice versa. Their acknowledgement and appreciation were shown in the form of timid smiles on your end and double takes followed by teasing smirks on Emily's. 

When half an hour had passed, your shoulders had finally relaxed, your fingers had stopped their infernal twitching, and your paper neared its completion. There was a proud smile cresting, and you were trying to prevent it from forming, knowing how dorkish it made you look. But you knew there was no hope when your cheeks ached and your jaw locked. You granted yourself the freedom to display your gloating smile. 

Just as expected, Emily had a questioning look on her face when you dared to look up from the document. There was a playfulness to the upward quirk of her lips - the superiority of a predator knowing the power they have over their prey, ready to prove it at any given moment. 

"I've almost finished," you timidly admitted, feeling obligated to explain as heat infiltrated your jutted-out cheeks. 

Without a second thought, the ravenette stood up and made her way around the desk. She could have easily chosen to turn the laptop around. Instead, she took the far more intimate route. 

Soft curves grazed your shoulder blades, causing you to shiver. The weight finally settled, soft padding pressed flat against your back as Emily read your paper, and suddenly, your stomach had worked itself into looping knots, and your heart was racing. 

The struggle continued as you fought not to fidget, if only to alleviate the growing tension mounting between your thighs. This was only made worse when Emily's right hand left the back of your chair to drop down over your shoulder and land comfortably on your thigh. 

"Such a smart girl," she whispered sultrily into the shell of your ear, squeezing generous flesh between her fingers. 

With a scrambled brain, there was little fight to be put up against the meek whimper that crackled against the constricted lining of your throat. Subconsciously, your thighs tensed, and your pussy fluttered as you were reminded how close Emily's hand was to where you could only dream she'd touch. 

You'd thought you imagined it—the subtle shift in the room from breezy and light to torrid and all-consuming, but with Emily's fingers veering off course, inching higher and higher, reality came crashing down. 

"Thank you," you struggled to get the words out, and when they did come out, they were tremulous and feeble. 

Turning to look at her may have, in hindsight, been a mistake because where her gaze should have been fixed on the laptop screen, it was glued to your lips. Unexpectedly, your stomach flipped, and you felt dizzy. She was still superbly perfect up close, skin smooth like silk, cheekbones sharp as a razor, and lips cut from velvet. It was too close, dangerously so, you had to look away. Outside the window, you spotted a swarm of birds barely visible against the night sky. You ignored the clanking of your heart as you focussed on their synchronicity, watching them circle each other until they became one big blur of messy movements. 

The hand resting on the leather backing of your chair rose, skirting up and over your neck, until a firm grip was established around your dangling ponytail. She was gentle when she tugged, aware that though she wanted to educate you in the art of being owned, you were delicate.

"I think a pretty thing like you deserves a reward," she baited. "Don't you?" 

Her grip on you may have been physical. However, a stronger pull was coming from deep within you, an unimportant piece of scrap metal drawn in by a powerful magnet. It was useless to deny her. The mesmerising glow of her chocolate eyes and the promise of being made to feel special was too powerful. So, you nodded slowly but eagerly, desire painting your eyes dark shades of lust. 

"That's a good girl." 

Emily didn't miss how you preened at the praise and safely stored that information away for further use. She shifted to your side, hands migrating to the small of your waist, guiding you to your feet. The act of it was far gentler than you'd expected, like a gentleman asking a maiden to dance, sweeping her off her feet to whisk her away into a fairytale land filled with magic and romance. 

Certain the benign treatment would be short-lived, you granted yourself the leniency to enjoy it whilst it lasted, refusing to get too caught up in the dull ache between your legs that craved the form of savagery Emily displayed in the field. 

There was nothing short of passion in how she worked. It drove you crazy. As wrong as it felt, you couldn't help but envy the dirtbag the team was working to catch because you saw how badly the brunette wanted them. The look in her eyes, gratification and disgust all at once, when she'd achieved what she set out to do and was staring the devil right in the face - it made your heart race, your palms sweat and your cunt throb. 

The memory kickstarted what could only be described as a brutal attack upon the older woman's lips. To her credit, Emily indulged the outburst for a lot longer than you'd have thought. As if she'd expected it, she quickly responded, pulling you into her body and tilting her head to the side to deepen the kiss. The lead was stolen promptly from your grasp when Emily wedged a leg between your thighs, backed you up against her desk and tactically slid her tongue into your gaped mouth. You would have gasped if not for the fact you were immediately indulged in the minty taste of your boss's tongue skirting over the roof of your mouth. So much so that you scarcely noticed the pressure coming from your core was no longer just a phantom need manifested but taut clothed muscle pressing you further and further into the sharp wooden edge of the desk. 

"Emily," you breathily moaned, pulling back and separating your kiss-swollen lips from the brunette's. Ordinarily, you wouldn't have allowed what happened next to occur, but this was Emily, after all, the BAU section chief, and if you were to let anyone order you about, it would be her. 

She backed away from you with a final nip to your bottom lip, letting it go with a pop, and you fought the urge to reach out and pull her back to you. You knew you'd already tried to take things into your own hands once, and doing so again may undermine any chances you had of keeping the ball rolling on tonight's affairs. 

You could feel the tight pull of your ponytail and all the places where hair had been lead array from the confines of your hairband, and it truly dawned on you how out of sorts you must have appeared. Tracing your fingers over your lips, you could make out how swollen they were - puffy and hot, yet desperate and pouted, begging for more. Your breathing was laboured, filling the room's silence, and your shirt suddenly felt too tight as your chest expanded with each intake of oxygen. It almost came as a relief when Emily opened her mouth to finally speak until you heard what she'd said.

"Take your clothes off," she mindlessly ordered, walking around to her chair and sitting back in it. Her eager eyes trained over your body with the faintest shimmer of mirth. 

Initially, it was a shock. Of course, it was. You were in an official government building, personnel still sparsely spread throughout, and a goddess of a woman was asking you to bare yourself to her. 

For the longest time, revealing your body to someone always felt like giving up something. Perhaps some kind of purity. The moment you gave it up, it bred only guilt and shame that twisted and pulled at the pit of your stomach until you felt sick. You stood there, waiting for that feeling to come. It never did. 

Remaining still, your body pulsed not with nerves but with exhilaration and anticipation. It took a few seconds to realise this was precisely what you wanted. You wanted to give this false sense of purity away. There was not a sudden influx of courage soaring through every living cell of your body. However, there was enough for you to put on a front and do as you were told. 

"Slowly." Emily sat further back and placed her elbows neatly over the arms of her chair. She laced her fingers together, offered you an encouraging nod, and then was back to watching you raptly.

Feeling like a glutton, you followed a path of desire and heeded Emily's request, fingers increasingly fumbling over each button of your shirt. 

"So obedient." And in no way was it said negatively; the adulatory smile she gave you only sought to prove that further. 

The way she looked at you made you feel as though you were already naked. Maybe that was why it was so easy to get lost in the subtlety of undressing. It was art, and you were a performer. That's what you told yourself. And for the most part, it worked. 

With closed eyes, you trailed your fingers over your shoulders, letting your shirt drop to the floor. The AC raised goosebumps over your chest, pebbled your nipples under your plain bra, and you smiled. You smiled because this was the most alive you had felt in months. The thrill of moving on to your slacks and deftly unclasping your belt felt like being on a rollercoaster, like missing a step and laughing fear in the face afterwards. You felt utterly fearless. 

In the back of your mind, you could sense Emily's eyes still on you. You could hear her moving around but didn't think to check her reaction. You were in your element, and far be it for a look of appraisal, or lack of, to stop you. That was until your trousers hit the carpet with a soft thud, and a sharp breath was heard from across you. 

Your eyes snapped open, and you found Emily's smile was absent. The brunette now had her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she looked you up and down, knuckles white from her deadly grip over the armrests. 

She lifted a hand, palm facing the ceiling as her index and middle finger crooked. "Come here so I can get a proper look at you," she said, slightly breathless. 

The desk had conveniently covered the lower half of Emily's body, which meant that when you circled around and came to stand next to her, you could see exactly what the earlier ruffling had been about. 

"Is that?" You froze, both shocked and utterly intrigued by the thick black dildo jutting out from the older woman's opened slacks. 

She didn't need you to finish the question, already nodding as she followed your line of sight. Leaning forward with an outstretched arm, Emily coiled her fingers around your wrist and pulled you forward, causing you to almost stumble over your own feet. At this closer distance, you could tell the faux cock would give you a run for your money. It was thicker than anything you had taken before, though that was not a hard trophy to earn, given that the most you had let anyone put inside you was three fingers. 

"Do you want to come sit on mommy's lap?" Emily asked with a tilt of her head. 

She didn't miss how your breath caught in your throat, how you seemed to stop blinking, stop moving, stop existing.

"Are you scared?" the lioness asked, sights set on her prized fawn. 

You shook your head and placed one foot in front of the other, eyes downcast as you took in the size of Emily's additional appendage. The shake of your jaw gave you away. 

"I don't like being lied to," she snapped, eyes dimming to an even darker shade of brown. 

She pulled you in by your waist and sat you on her lap, cock brushing over the thin material of your underwear. Instinctively, you wedged your bottom lip between your teeth to quiet yourself. But Emily wasn't having any of it. Her thumb came to your captive lip, where she helped release it with a soft flick. 

The smooth texture of Emily's cock through your sodden panties was a needed relief. Its head purposefully pressing against your sensitive bundle of nerves evoked a flurry of shivers to run down your spine. And with nothing holding you back, you moaned in gratitude. 

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Emily smirked, watching you rut against her. 

"Yes," you uttered, breath caught in your throat. 

Happy to watch, Emily relaxed her shoulders and leaned back, enjoying the show you were putting on for her. Only when she recognised the tell-tell signs of frustration wash over your features, from your creased brow to the bite of your lip between your teeth, did a sick smirk lick the edges of her lips. With a mischievous glint shining in her eyes, the older woman shifted her position, pointedly ignoring the sound it pulled from you. 

"Something wrong?" she asked with a hitch of one eyebrow, adamant to appear oblivious. 

You gave no reply, only held tight to her shoulders in defiance and continually ground down on her, trying so hard to pleasure yourself to no avail that your eyes began to sting with the emergence of tears. 

With sweat threatening to spill down the side of your face, the tension between your legs starting to ache, and your release nowhere near in sight, you threw your head back with a sigh and whispered a quiet 'please' to the ceiling.

"Please what?" Came the dull reply, tone bored, unamused, unimpressed.  

You tried to impale yourself, failing as strong hands held you down. It was driving you crazy—pleasure being so close yet so far. 

With one hand removed from your hip, Emily gripped your jaw and turned your attention solely to her stern gaze, "Are you going to stop being a brat and tell me what you want?" 

When no answer came, she let go, jerking your head back as if disgusted with the lack of compliance. 

"Get up." 

Ice, you were made of ice. Sat still, shocked, speechless and slightly mortified. 

"Do I need to repeat myself?" Emily's voice was no longer flat; it was not roaring either. Instead, it was layered, resembling the same barbed tone a teacher might use with a disobedient student. It was enough of a motivator to get you to rise to your feet. 

Following you closely, the older woman, too, rose to her full height, hands meticulously reaching behind your back to expertly relieve you of your bra. Never once did she look you in the eye. 

With the same callous approach, you were turned and pressed against the desk, papers sticking to your heated chest. Emily was quick to loop her fingers through the hem of your underwear and slip them down your thighs, allowing gravity to do the rest. 

The full-bodied presence behind you lessened, and you took it as the opportune moment to glance back. 

The brunette had let her trousers drop to the floor, allowing you to see how her porcelain skin was directly contrasted by the black leather of her strap-on. Unlike yourself, she did not appear nervous or afraid. As she kicked the tailored pants aside and met your gaze, you realised how in control she was. 

Her gaze moved down your body, hands running down your back, until finally, she pressed herself against you and lowered her body atop yours. 

"I can feel how wet you are," she teased, running two fingers through the mess between your legs. "Are you always this wet?" 

"Emily, please," you begged. 

"I asked before, please what?" She raked five fingers down your side, moving them back up till they wound tightly in your hair and gripped your neck to an uncomfortable arch. Two fingers pushed inside you but did no more than that, remaining still as stone. "If you're going to be a baby and refuse to tell me what you want, you'll get nothing." 

"Fuck me!" You no longer had the sound of mind to acknowledge shouting something vulgar could attract attention. Logic had evaded you, allowing you to play right into your boss's hands. "Please just fuck me."

Sliding her slick fingers out of you, she proudly stated, "That wasn't hard, was it?"

If the older woman wanted an answer, she did not allow for one. In one fluid motion, she rose from over you and snapped her hips forward, sheathing the entire length of her cock into your cunt. Your breath caught in your throat, resulting in a strained groan tumbling out of your open mouth. The pit of your stomach dropped, and try as you might have not to clench around the toy inside you, you did precisely that. 

It was new, the foreign feeling of being filled so fully that one slight move would summon pleasure that sent shivers through your whole body. It wasn't unwelcome, especially when Emily started to move, and heat engulfed your entire body. Her pace was languid, allowing you to feel each slide of her cock along your slick walls, how each push of her hips ended in the tip hitting the spot within you to cause the furling in your stomach to expand tenfold. It was all you could do not to scream when the push and pull and Emily's hips moved with more purpose, jerking your body into the edge of her desk. 

"I've barely started, and you're already dripping down your thighs." Her voice was laced with mirth, finger smearing your mess as if to prove an unnecessary point that had your cheeks burning up. "How long have you been thinking about this?" Emily finished her question with an arduous thrust. "How many times have you sunk your fingers into your pussy and thought of me?" 

The questions continued, each hitting the nail right on the head. Your cheeks were scorched with the embarrassment that comes with having your desires known and exposed, but it did not take hold of your conscience as the event of falling in front of a large crowd might have. It was comparable to how a blushing maiden may feel when caught by a suitor in only their undergarments. It excited that small part of you that gave in to demoralisation and encouraged you enough to meet Emily halfway as she thrust into you. 

As your pleasure mounted, the need for more grew. Your clit, swollen and needy, begged for relief, and you beckoned to its call, sliding one hand from above your head to the juncture between your legs. It was when the tips of your fingers brushed against your sensitive pearl and you gained the briefest taste of the euphoria that Emily removed her hand from your thigh and snatched your hand away, halting all movement. 

You could have cried, having everything, then nothing, so quickly. 

"Did I say you could do that?" 

Abruptly pulling out, Emily stood tall and proud, staring down at you with curiosity and disappointment lining the brown of her eyes. She heard you whimper and acknowledged your sniffle. 

"There's no need to cry," she tutted, flipping you onto your back and lifting you by your shoulders. "You're going to listen to me from now on." 

You nodded, and she once again lined her cock to your opening, only now she waited, taunting you with possibilities. 

"Beg," she instructed. 

And you heeded. 

"Please. I need you." 

"You can do better." She sounded bored, and this struck a nerve within you, one that begged you to impress her, show her you could be a good little girl, and beg as though your life depended on it. 

You took a heaving breath and looked into Emily's eyes, sporting your best puppy eyes. "I need you. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me with your big cock, mommy. Make me scream out your name. I need it." 

"There's a good pet," she cooed, mesmerising you with the bating of her lashes as she looked down to where your bodies were so close to touching. 

It all happened in a blur. The next thing you knew, your nails were digging into muscled shoulders, legs wrapping around a slim waist as the brunette filled you, wasting no time in picking up a brutal tempo. You barely recognised the sound of your voice as high-pitched obscenities spilt past your lips. You felt your whole body light up, heard blood pulse in your ears, and saw in real-time just how easy it was to aid Emily in calling upon your impending orgasm. 

Your vulgar mouth, luckily, seemed to amuse Emily enough for her to let you continue rutting your hips against her. The corners of her lips curled, and her smirk lasted only so long for you to see before she inched forward and kissed you with passion and hunger. It was easy, so easy, to melt into the brief moment of intimacy. The butterflies felt tangible, and the sparks crackled in your ears; it felt so fucking good you'd almost forgotten just where you were. Of course, bubbles eventually popped, and this one was demolished by rustling outside Emily's office. 

What little movement Emily allowed, her hands holding you firmly against the desk by your waist, was not enough to wriggle free and glance behind to see what was happening. Instead, the possibility of being caught weighed heavier with each drawled-out second. 

"Emily," You tried but were cut off by a tongue sliding into your mouth. "Emily, stop."

With a bite to your lip, the older woman backed off, confusion marking her features, "What is it?" she punctuated her question with a hard thrust. 

"Someone's o-" another hard thrust. "Someone's outside."

Emily smiled, picking up her pace, forcing you to breathe so deep you felt your lungs expand. 

"You'd better be quiet then." 

Whatever protest you were about to give died in your throat when nails skirted up to your chest and dug painfully into your breast, and Emily pushed herself so deep within you that you felt her hitting your cervix. A strangled cry was briefly heard before you managed to clasp your hand over your lips and silence your own mewls. She was fucking you as if her life depended on getting a reaction out of you that would draw attention. Nevertheless, you held firm and stayed as quiet as your muffled sobs would allow you to be. 

"Emily, please," you were pleading for release and for the brutal fucking stop because you knew there would be no chance you could keep a lid on your volume; there would also be no chance you would survive not cumming. 

Taking note of this, the older woman took the route of giving you your release, dragging a thumb down over your clit and applying the right amount of pressure to have your tense legs turn into a shaky mess of tremors. She didn't stop there; with a brief slide, she ran your slick over your bundle of nerves and started to circle steadily. 

"Fuck!" You screamed out, missing the way the ruffling outside suddenly stopped. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming." 

"That's it," the brunette encouraged, her fingers coming up to crook and tangle through the mussed mess of your hair, nails slowly working against your scalp. "Let everyone hear what a slut you are, letting me fuck you over my desk." 

She didn't stop, though, not when your clit felt raw and your pussy tender, not when you begged and not even when you reached out and tried to grab her wrist. Emily only yanked you down by your hair, relishing the thud the brutal move made. She fucked you harder till stationary fell to the floor from your thrashing arms, and by then, her lips were already wrapped around a nipple, sucking firm whilst you cried through a second orgasm. 

When you finally felt empty, you didn't even try to open your eyes. You knew your vision would be blurred if not blacked out. Instead, you focussed on coming back down to earth, steading your breath and not thinking about how you strangely missed being filled by Emily despite being so fucking sore. 

"Are you still alive?" a smug voice asked from above, and you pried your bleary eyes open to weakly smile. 

"I think so," you whispered, peeling your sweat-slick back from the desk. That was when you remembered the unknown personnel outside and shot a look at the door. 

"They're gone," Emily said, cupping your chin and turning you back to her. Again, you were greeted by that conniving smirk. "After your commentary, I think they understood we didn't want to be disturbed." 

"But-" 

"Uh-uh." she silenced you with a finger to your lips, the smell of yourself still narrowly fragrant. You took the digit into your mouth, patting yourself on the back as you watched Emily's eyes turn dark. "You want to make Mommy feel good now, don't you?" She knew the answer, but oh, how she loved to watch you sink to your knees and eagerly nod anyway. You helped unclasp the straps of her harness, then set to pealing the last barrier keeping you from her heat down her legs. 

"My good little pet," she said, smiling down at you and happily watching you beam. Her hand cupped your jaw before moving to the back of your neck, where she pulled you to her core and began singing a melody of moans. 

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Addison: I love cooking breakfast. It makes the whole house smell like bacon!

Derek: That’s true, but it also smells like fire and panic.

Addison: I need you and the smoke detector to get off my case.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect greys anatomy quotes #addison montgomery #derek shepherd #addek #kate walsh #patrick dempsey #greys anatomy incorrect quotes #greys #greys anatomy

[ja-reau]

Greys RP!

So this is a long shot but I’ve been into Greys lately and I’ve been dying to do a Greys Anatomy rp but it looks like the Greys RP community has died a bit lol.

I’m down for literally whatever, just reach out or leave a like if you’re down!

#greys anatomy #greys #greys anatomy roleplay #greys anatomy rp #greys rp #greys role play

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Addison: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Meredith: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect greys anatomy quotes #greys anatomy incorrect quotes #greys anatomy #addison montgomery #dr montgomery #meredith grey #dr grey

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Addison: please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals for added taste

Meredith: we got spring water

Addison: NO

Derek: with EXTRA minerals

Meredith: it’s like licking a stalagmite!

Addison: don’t come home

Derek: mmm yummy cave water

#incorrect quotes #incorrect greys anatomy quotes #greys anatomy #greys anatomy incorrect quotes #addison montgomery #dr montgomery #meredith grey #dr grey #derek shepherd #dr shepherd

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Bailey: any of you d-

Cristina: depressed?

Meredith: dying inside?

George: dumb?

Izzie: drained?

Alex: disliked?

Bailey: -done your work. What is wrong with you people?

#incorrect quotes #greys anatomy #greys anatomy incorrect quotes #incorrect greys anatomy quotes #miranda bailey #dr bailey #Cristina Yang #dr yang #meredith grey #dr grey #George O’Malley #dr o’malley #izzie stevens #dr stevens #Alex Karev #dr karev

[ja-reau]

Can I please request a Larissa x daughter! reader? Where the daughter idolizes Larissa and tries to do the same thing as she like dressing up the same putting makeup on and even imitating how she speaks?

Mini Me - Larissa Weems x Reader

this was so cute to write! It's small but sweet :)

Word Count: 483

You were almost an exact copy of Larissa. From the blonde hair to the blue eyes, you looked almost like a mini version of her. The only difference was that your ability to shapeshift hadn’t developed yet and that you were significantly shorter than she was at five. You loved going with her to work. You would bring your colouring books and colouring pencils with you to keep you busy when she was busy. But you were usually easily entertained. 

Today was different, your little brain was going a mile a minute. You were bored. When Larissa wasn’t busy, she kept you entertained. But right now, she had left her office to attend to a small issue. She let her assistant know you were in the office. And you were well behaved enough for you to be there alone. 

The moment Larissa left, you started to look around. You climbed up into her chair and opened one of the drawers, finding some of her makeup. Your eyes widened as you grabbed the lipstick tube and opened it. You twisted it up before applying the bright red lipstick onto your lips, missing most of your lips in the process. You opened the eyeshadow palette and saw what colour was used the most and went for that one. You wanted to look just like your mom. Using your finger, you put some of the eyeshadow on, not even sure what it looked like on you. But with your confidence, you were sure you looked amazing. 

Once you grew bored with the makeup, you pushed it aside and pushed open her laptop, pressing on some random keys on the keyboard. You were completely unaware that you accidentally sent Marilyn Thornhill, one of your mother’s employees, an email of random letters. 

A few moments later, you heard a knock on the door and saw the redheaded teacher walk in. You were fond of her. You always liked her plants and she was great with you. “Principal Weems? Oh! I see we have little Weems here.” she said, moving into the room. The email she received made much more sense. 

“You may come in, take a seat.” you said, trying your best to copy your mother’s accent. “Oh why thank you.” Marilyn said, moving to sit across from you. “And has it been a busy day today, Principal Weems?” Marilyn asked, playing along, “Oh so so busy! These kids drain me!” you said, mimicking your mother’s accent again to the best of your abilities. 

Your eyes shot up to the door when you heard your mother chuckling. A smile spread across your face. “Mommy! Look, I’m like you!” you said, moving to get off of the chair. “You sure are! You’re my mini me.” she said, moving to pick you up, ruffling your hair. “Maybe now you can run this school instead.” she teased, making you smile widely. 

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[ja-reau]

Can you please do a Larissa Weems fic where the reader suffers from depression and is isolating herself from everyone and so Larissa goes to find her but can’t?!? She freaks out and finds her on the roof having a mental breakdown? (Lots of Angst and as you can see I’m not in the best headspace right now) tyyyy

Breaking - Larissa Weems x Reader

so so so sorry that this has been a few days! Life has been difficult

Word Count: 866

Warnings: mental health issues

You couldn’t remember the last time you were really happy. It had been a long, long time since. Every morning you woke up and wished you hadn’t. It had gotten to the point where you were contemplating just leaving. You wanted to run away from life. You were no longer happy anymore. You weren’t even too sure when it had all started, if you were being completely honest. Well, you were at Nevermore for a reason. You needed an escape from your home, and Nevermore turned out to be the right place for just that. An escape. 

The one good thing your parents did for you was send you off to Nevermore Academy. For the first two years, you had easily made friends, you were well liked amongst your peers. You did wonderfully in all your classes, and your teachers had nothing but positive things to say about you. 

So then why did you feel so damn shitty? It’s like nothing made you happy anymore. It’s like you had absolutely no energy for anything anymore. Just waking up was a challenge in on its own. You rarely attended your classes, and when you did, it was clear that you were zoning out. Your Botanist teacher, Ms. Thornhill, had brought her concerns to Larissa’s attention. And Larissa’s worry for you was starting to grow. You were one of her top students. She cared for all of you equally, but to know that one of her top students was struggling, was tough. 

She walked down the hall to your dorm room and knocked. She heard nothing and frowned before knocking on the door again. 

Silence. 

Worry started to take over Larissa’s body and mind. Classes were in session. If you weren’t in class and you weren’t in your dorm, where could you possibly be? 

Larissa twisted the door knob, pushing the door open to see an empty room. She was starting to panic a bit more when she saw just how messy your side of the room was. It was clearer than ever to her now that you were struggling. That you had been struggling for a while, now. 

She looked around, nearly giving up looking for you in your dorm, when she saw the window to the roof/terrace had been open. She walked out, hearing you mumble to yourself. 

“Not good enough. It’s too much. Too much. Too much.” you mumbled to yourself. You were sitting on the roof with your knees up to your chest, your arms wrapped around them and your head on your legs. You always came out here when you felt like you couldn’t breathe. The fresh air usually helped, but you were struggling to take a full breath. Seeing you like this broke Larissa’s heart completely. She stepped out onto the roof with you and moved to crouch down next to you. “Darling?” she asked. 

You had been aware of her presence since her first knock on the door, but you were so deep into your own head, that you didn’t bother standing up and letting her in. “I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to see me like this.” you mumbled against your legs, keeping your face hidden from her. 

She gently placed her hand on your back, rubbing small circles. “Oh honey, don’t apologise. You’re entitled to feel like this.” she said to you. Your crying started to subside at her words. She always had such a motherly aura to her. You were always drawn towards her. That was part of the reason why you tried so hard in school, to get on her radar. To obtain her attention. She was the mother you wanted. Instead, you got stuck with someone who constantly tore you down. “Care to tell me what's been making you so down these last few months?” she asked you, pulling you into her arms. And you let her. 

“I don’t even know. I just don’t think I can keep on doing this anymore. It’s too hard. Everything is too much.” you started, moving to hide your face by her shoulder. “I have no energy anymore for anything. And I don’t want the school year to end.” you added. “I don’t.. I don’t want to go back home.” you said softly against her. 

“Oh my sweet angel.” she said softly, rubbing your back. Your breathing had gone back to normal. “It’s only two months, and then you’ll be right back here, okay?” she said to you. You gave a small nod. “I know. I just wish I could stay here with you instead.” you whispered softly. 

She thought for a moment. “Well, there are students who sign up for those summer volunteer jobs in the little town. They stay here on campus with myself and the few teachers who stay on campus for the two months.” she said. “If you really don’t want to leave, the program is something we could look into.” she offered. You wrapped your arms around Larissa tightly. “Thank you.” you said softly. She smiled down at you and kissed the top of your head. “Anytime, darling.” she said. “But please, don’t stop pushing. Because we need you here. I need you here.”

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[ja-reau]

helloooo!!

can i ask preggo reader x Larissa fluff?

something like reader telling Larissa the news or either Larissa comforting reader when they’ve gone into labor🥹

or anything really, i’m just in need for family fluff💕😭

Surprise! - Larissa Weems x Reader

I'm so sorry that I'm taking longer to get around to my asks! I've been so busy working all week.

Word Count: 680

Warnings: pregnancy

You were beyond stressed out. You had missed your period last week and you were starting to feel sick in the mornings. The first thought that went through your mind was pregnancy. But that was impossible. You were dating Larissa. There was no way for her to even get you pregnant. Right? Of course, you didn’t take into account the fact that you both weren’t fully human anyways. At least you. Being part Witch meant you weren’t fully human. And well, Larissa was a shapeshifter. But still. Neither one of you could get pregnant, right? 

And then you remembered what you two did in the bedroom a couple of weeks ago. It all made sense now. You had used your magic and she had shifted a part of her body. But neither of you thought that this little experiment would end with you becoming pregnant. Or, potentially, at least. You had just come back from the pharmacy in Jericho, a pregnancy test in your bag. Once you got home and took the test, you paced back and forth. What if it was positive? And you were really pregnant? What then? You were both excited and scared. You and Larissa had spoken about getting married and starting a family for a while now. You were both doing well financially, so a child was no problem in that department. 

But what if Larissa wasn’t ready for a child? Oh god, what if she thought you cheated on her? And didn’t hear you out and broke up with you? Then what? You let your mind continue to wander as you waited. You were pulled out of your own thoughts when the timer on your phone went off. Oh god, it was time. You let out a shaky breath before you went to the counter and took a look. 

It was positive. You were pregnant and you were having a baby. You were having Larissa’s baby. Tears started to well at your eyes, but as you wiped them away, you realised they were happy tears. 

—

You were a bundle of nerves by the time you got to Larissa’s office door. You knocked, holding onto a small box with your other hand. “Come in!” you heard her voice call out. You walked in, and her face lit up with a smile. “Darling! What a lovely surprise. What are you doing here?” she asked you, motioning for you to come in and sit. You closed and locked the door behind you as you walked over to her. “I needed to give you something.” you said, moving to put the box down on the desk. She raised an eyebrow. “It couldn’t wait?” Larissa asked and you shook your head. You stayed standing. If she reacted poorly, you wanted to escape as fast as possible. She took the box and opened it, looking down. She looked up at you with confusion for a split second before she had the same epiphany that you did early in the day. Her face lit up. “Surprise!” you said, relief washing over you when you saw the look on her face. “Are you serious?" Larissa asked you, setting the box down and moving towards you, pulling you into her arms.  “I’m serious.” you said back. 

“Oh my darling, I’m so excited. I can’t believe this.” Larissa said, pulling back from the hug slightly. Her hand instinctively moved onto your stomach, despite there being no physical evidence of you being pregnant yet. “Me neither.” you said, tears welling at your eyes again. She cupped your cheeks, leaning down to kiss you. “I cannot wait to start a family with you, princess.” she said softly after she pulled back from the kiss. “Me too. I can’t believe this is actually happening.” you whispered softly. “How are you feeling? Are you hungry? Have you eaten yet today?” Larissa asked you, protective mode turned on. You couldn’t help but chuckle at her. “I’m feeling more than okay. And yes, I did eat. But I could go for lunch. After all, I am eating for two now.”

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[ja-reau]

You write angst so well so I thought I’d send a request.

Could you write a Larissa x normie!reader where they’re in a relationship and Larissa, being a workaholic, has missed so many dates and they get into an intense fight about it, then in the middle, Larissa says something hurtful that makes them both stop and reader just leaves in defeat. Larissa regrets it so she takes a break from work and tries to make it up to reader.

Thanks!

Hurtful Words - Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 655

Warnings: fighting

“Larissa!” you called out, pushing the door to your girlfriend’s office and closing it behind you. You had been in a great mood. Work had been significantly easy today. You had no rude clients, your boss wasn’t being a pain. And on top of that, you got to leave work earlier than usual. Which meant you had more time with Larissa! The smile on your face only faltered slightly when Larissa didn’t reply. “Rissa?” You called again, your smile still on your face. “What, y/n? What is it? Can’t you see I’m working?” Larissa asked, frustration evident in her tone.

Your smile flattered slightly. “I’m-“ you started but she instantly cut you off. “Sorry? You’re sorry?” She asked; laughing slightly. “You don’t get it, y/n. I love you, I do. But you have to stop coming in here and bothering me. I’m running a school. You don’t understand how hard my job is.” Larissa said. This wasn’t like her. This wasn’t your sweet Larissa. This wasn’t the Larissa you knew and loved. This was someone else. “I understand your job is hard, so is mine. But I don’t take my frustration out on you.” You spoke, the smile that one adorned your face was now gone completely.

“Oh please, y/n. All you do is work at a store in Jericho. That’s not as hard as running an entire school.” She shot back, and you felt stabbed in your chest. “You’re being mean.” You said to Larissa. “Mean? No, I’m being honest. You come in here almost every day and disrupt me.” she said, turning to face you better. “Y/n, I’m sick of it. All you fucking do is disrupt me. When I’m working, when I’m at home. All the goddamn time, y/n!” she said.

You never felt so small before. You coward back, moving towards the door. “I’m sorry.” you repeated, tears started to well around your eyes. “I’ll see you at home.” you whispered softly. As you backed away from Larissa, she felt sudden regret. Seeing you back away from her like she was some form of a monster, broke her heart. She didn’t mean it. She shouldn’t have said what she said. “Y/n wait-” she started, but you never let her finish.

“No. You made it clear that all I am is a bother to you.” You said, wiping away your tears before leaving, slamming the door behind you.

Larissa sat on her chair, her face in her hands. She fucked up. She knew she did. Seeing the look on your face when she yelled at you was just heartbreaking. “Fuck, what the hell did I do?” she muttered to herself.

—

Later that night, you had been curled up in bed, the tv on with some reruns of your favourite show on the background. You had changed and laid down in bed since the moment you arrived home. You heard the front door open and the familiar click of her heels and knew that Larissa was home. Your interest in her presence peaked when you started to smell your favourite food coming from the living room. “Darling?” Larissa called as she entered the room.

Despite not wanting to turn around, you did. You couldn’t help the small smile on your face when you saw Larissa, and the roses she had. “For you.” she said as she watched you move to sit up. “I’m still mad.” You said softly, even though you took the flowers.

“I know. And I’m so sorry sweetheart. I shouldn’t have thrown my frustrations towards you, especially since it wasn’t even directed at you.” She said, moving to pull you into her arms and you let her. “I brought your favourite food..” she said “and wine.” She added. You couldn’t help but smile at this. “All is forgiven then. Let’s go eat.” You said, taking her hand and leading her out of the room.

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Hi! Could I have a Larissa x reader where Larissa had been in love with r for years (since they went to Nevermore together) and r’s child has recently enrolled at Nevermore? You can do whatever you like with it (eg fluff etc.) but they end up having i guess a heart to heart and they get together at the end?

Old Butterflies - Larissa Weems x Reader

This was so so so cute to write!!! Enjoy! :)

Word Count: 807

Today was a difficult day for you. Sending your child off to Nevermore Academy was going to be tough. You’d miss them. But they expressed interest in going to this school, to find people like them. And you couldn’t deny your child. Especially when your years at Nevermore were some of your best. “You ready, sweetie?” you asked your kid, looking down at them before walking into the building. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” they said with a smile. “God, this place hasn’t changed one bit.” you said as you walked to the Principal's office with them. 

“Come in!” you heard from the other side of the door. You walked in, a small gasp escaping your lips when you saw who was sitting at the desk. “Larissa?” you asked, a small smile on your face when you saw your former roommate. “Y/n?” she asked, looking up at you. “I didn’t know you ran this place now.” you said, going to sit at the seat in front of her desk, your child sitting on the other seat. “I do, yes. I didn't know your child was enrolling today. I didn't even know you had a child.” she said before turning to face your kid. “Did your mother tell you we were roommates back in the day?” she said, a small grin on her face. “Oh, she’s mentioned you.” your kid said. You noticed the light blush on Larissa’s face. 

—

“This will be your dorm. Your roommate, Bianca, will show you around campus before you say your goodbyes.” Larissa said, letting your child and Bianca go. Once it was just the two of you, Larissa turned to face you. “It’s been so long.” she said and you nodded. “It has. How have you been, Rissa?” you asked your former roommate. “Oh, I’ve been okay. Rather busy. And yourself?” she asked. “Good, I’ve been good. It’ll be hard seeing y/k/n leave, but I know this will make them happy.” you said. Seeing Larissa again after all these years brought back your old feelings for her. But you never acted on them. You weren’t even sure if she liked women. You hadn’t wanted to risk exposing your feelings to her back in the day. Little did you know that she felt the exact same way. 

“I didn’t know you had gotten married.” she said, in reference to your child’s different last name. “Oh. A while ago. But we divorced.” you said. “He wasn’t the right fit?” Larissa asked you and you shook your head no. “She. But yes, we just weren’t good together.” you said. 

A moment of silence passed between you two. 

“She?” Larissa asked and you nodded. Was this going to be a problem? You hopped not. You wouldn’t want your child here if the staff were against your family. “Well, I guess I did have a shot with you back in the day.” Larissa said.

Now it was your time to be silent. 

Have a shot with me? Back in the day? What? Larissa liked me back?

“You.. had feelings for me in high school?” you asked her, turning to face her. Only now did you notice how beautifully Larissa had aged. She was beautiful in high school, and age turned out to be a great friend of Larissa’s. “I did. I just never acted on them. I didn’t think you’d like me back.” she admitted, turning to face you as well. “I.. I liked you too. Like… a lot.” you said. You felt like a teenager again. The old butterflies in your stomach had returned home. “You did?” Larissa asked, and you nodded. “And I think that being here again has rekindled those feelings.” you said softly, swallowing nervously when Larissa approached and closed the space between you two. She cupped your cheeks before kissing you softly. 

And you just about melted right then and there. You had been dreaming about this moment since you were fourteen years old and first met Larissa. And it was everything you expected. Better, even. “Wow.” you said softly once you pulled back from the kiss. “Wow indeed.” Larissa said with a smile. “Let me take you out on a proper date?” Larissa asked and you nodded. 

“Ew, gross!” you both turned around when you heard your child. They looked grossed out, but it was merely to mess with you. Bianca chuckled to herself. Red covered both your and Larissa’s faces. 

—

As you said your goodbyes to your kid and got back into your car, you smiled. You came in single and left with a date scheduled for tonight with the girl you had been in love with since the ninth grade. Those old butterflies in your stomach started to feel more at home. They’d be there for a while now. And you didn’t mind, not one bit.

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[ja-reau]

Feeling pretty useless at uni right now and missing my family. Could you pls write some fluff with a supportive platonic Larissa x reader. Maybe reader having a bad day at Nevermore and Larissa finding them crying somewhere and -fluff commence-

I need me a hug or 100 from Larissa

Too Much - Larissa Weems x student!Reader (platonic)

This was so fun to write and it got super self indulgent HA. Anyways, enjoy!!

Word Count: 878

Warnings: mentions of depression

School was really starting to get the best of you. You had been so stressed as of lately. Your grades were slowly dropping, and it was noticeable to all your teachers. After all, you were one of the best students at Nevermore Academy. You made honour roll every year. But for the past few months, your A plus grades had slowly dropped to Bs and then to Cs. And after an extremely stressful Parents Weekend, you had reached the end of your rope. 

Your dads questioned why your grades were slipping. They questioned why you were so down all the time. They didn’t get it. They didn’t understand that you had fallen into a deep depression. You loved your dads, you really did. But they just didn’t seem to get that. “But you have everything you could ever want. Why are you so sad?” your one father asked. And that just made you feel awful. 

He was right. You had everything you ever needed. So then why were you depressed? You didn’t even have the answer to that question. Life was good! Right? Well… at times. 

You missed your home. When you first started at this school, you were home sick. But after a few months, you got used to it. Now, in your senior year, you were homesick again. You missed your fathers dearly. You missed your home dearly. Overall, you missed your happiness. You wished you were that happy kid you were a few months ago. 

Right after classes finished, you went and locked yourself in your dorm room for the evening. Your roommate, Yoko, was concerned. Since she spent the most time with you, she saw how far into the rabbit hole of depression you had fallen. “Why don’t you come out with Bianca and I tonight?” she asked as she put her sweater on. You simply shook your head no. “I have a study date with myself and my books.” you said. 

After an hour of studying, trying to improve your grades, you decided it was time to eat. You grabbed your wallet and made your way to the cafeteria. It was far too late for there to be any real food, so a vending machine dinner would have to be make do. You weren’t that hungry lately anyway so it made no difference. You rummaged through your wallet before finding a few coins and popping them into the slot. Pressing on a button, suddenly a red flashing light popped up next to it. 

Sold Out 

Fuck. You pressed the next button. 

Sold Out

Again? Okay fine, you pressed on another button, 

Sold Out 

A loud, frustrated groan left your mouth. This whole day was awful, but this just pushed you over the edge. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you asked out loud, lightly slamming your fist on the vending machine cover. 

“Y/n?” You spun around when you heard your Principal say your name. Redness spread over your face from embarrassment. You looked awful. You were in jogging shorts and an oversized sweater, your hair was a mess and your eyes were red from how tired you were. You quickly pulled your hood up to cover your hair. “Principal Weems.” you said. “Are you alright, dear?” she asked, concern on her face. You nodded. “The vending machine seems to be out of everything I want. But I’m fine.” you said. She didn’t need to know what you were dealing with. “Are you sure that’s all? Your teachers and myself are worried about you. Your grades have dropped significantly. This isn’t like you. Your roommate had brought it to our attention that you only leave your room for classes.” she said. 

Fuck. Were you really this obvious? You didn’t want anyone worrying about you. You were fine. You were totally, one hundred percent fine. 

“I’m okay. I’m just… overwhelmed. But I’ll get my grades back up. I promise.” you said. “Overwhelmed with what?” Larissa asked you, moving to sit at one of the seats. “Just… like in general I guess.” you said with a shrug. Larissa didn’t speak, waiting for you to say more. She motioned towards the empty seat next to her for you to sit on. You bit your lower lip before going to sit next to her. Something about Larissa was comforting. She had such a warm nature to her. You felt safe around her. “I just think that… maybe I’m depressed or something. I just feel so numb all the time. And I miss home. And I miss my dads a lot. And I just.. I have no energy to do anything anymore. So I guess that’s why my grades have slipped. I just want to be happy again.” you said, not even noticing the tears that started to slip down your cheeks until you felt Larissa wipe them off your cheeks. “Oh darling.” she said softly, moving to wrap her arm around you. You instantly leaned into her arms. “I’m sorry. It’s just all too much.” you said quietly. “Don’t apologise. I’m here for you sweetie.” she said. 

For the first time in months, you felt relief wash over you. Someone was here for you. “I got you.” Larissa said softly. She got you.

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[ja-reau]

helloooo :)

could i request a larissa weems x reader smut where it's readers first time and they're all nervous about it but larissa is just really understanding and makes them feel comfortable.

you can add to it whatever you like :)

also i want her to just dominate me

thank youuu!❤️

Firsts - Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1037

Warnings: loss of virginity, nipple play, vaginal fingering, oral sex

You had told yourself you were ready for this. You were, you were sure of it. Well, sort of. You were beyond nervous. You hadn’t had sex with anyone. And the idea of Larissa being your first was both exciting and nerve wracking. On one hand, you were absolutely head over heels in love with this woman. On the other hand, you didn’t want to disappoint Larissa with your lack of experience. 

Putting your book down, you turned to the side to face your girlfriend. “Baby?” you asked, setting your book on the side table next to your bed. “Yes, darling?” she asked, turning to face you as well. “I think I’m.. I’m ready.” You started, red starting to spread across your face at this. “Ready for what, my love?” Larissa asked, raising an eyebrow. She knew. She did. But she just wanted to hear you say it. “I’m ready to have sex. I want.. I want you to be my first.” You said. “You do?” Larissa asked, a small smile on her face. You nodded at this. “Okay, why don’t you go to the living room? I’ll call you back into the room when I’m ready.” your girlfriend said. You tilted your head to the side in confusion. “Get.. ready?” you asked and she nodded. “I want to set things up and make your first time special, my love.” she said before shooing you off. 

—

You were so nervous. You went to the bathroom while Larissa prepared things. You stared at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair before you heard your name. You took a minute before you walked to the bedroom, a small smile on your face when you saw the several lit candles and the rose petals. It was perfect. “Come here, my darling.” Larissa said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and motioning for you to come over. You did as you were told and walked over, deciding to be bold, you sat on her lap, your arms around her neck. “I’ll be soft with you, okay? I want you to enjoy this, so please tell me if it doesn’t feel right.” She said before kissing your neck softly. 

After a few more minutes of making out, Larissa had managed to strip you of your clothes and moved to lay you on your back. She towered over you, her own clothes off as well to make you feel more comfortable. “You’re so beautiful.” Larissa said softly, moving her hands down your body slowly. She didn’t want to overwhelm you too much, but she was so excited. She had wanted to touch you since the moment she met you. And once you started dating, it was nearly impossible for her to keep her hands to herself. So when you told her that you were ready, she was over the moon. “I’ll make you feel so good, princess.” she said softly, kissing down your body and stopping at your chest. She took a nipple into her mouth, earning an immediate moan from you. You moved your hands into her hair, tangling them in the silver blonde strands. “I want your fingers.” You said softly, biting your lower lip at your request. “Do you, now?” she asked, and you nodded quickly. “Whatever you want, gorgeous.” she said, before sucking on  your nipple again. 

She moved her hands down your body, grinning when your legs spread for her. She trailed her fingers up your legs before stopping between them. Deciding to go easy on you, she slid one finger in. She couldn’t help the moan she let out when she felt how wet you were for her. And hearing you moan as well just caused her to thrust her fingers a little faster. “Fuck.” you moaned, pushing your hips forward towards her fingers. “You like that, baby? You take me so well.” she said against your chest, kissing to your other nipple before taking it into her mouth. “So much, you feel so good.” you moaned, tugging her hair slightly. She slowly slid another finger in, grinning when you moaned again for her. “God, I can’t wait to taste you.” she muttered against your chest. “What’s stopping you?” you asked, getting a little bolder now. Once you got a taste of this feeling, you were craving more. 

She kissed down your body, thrusting her fingers a little deeper and faster, before she settled comfortably between your legs. She licked your clit, instantly taking it into her mouth. The moan you let out made her go crazy. She needed more of you. She sucked your clit, biting down gently as she continued to thrust into you, keeping a fast pace. “Fuck Rissa, just like that.” you moaned. 

You have never felt this good before. You had, of course, touched yourself before and made yourself cum. But it always took soooo long. And the orgasm itself only ever lasted a few seconds, at best. But Larissa was just so amazing. It’s like she already knew your body so well. She had brought you to the edge quicker than you’ve ever brought yourself. “Oh fuck Larissa, I’m going to cum.” you moaned, thrusting your hips forward towards her. She pulled back for a moment, looking up at you. “Cum for me darling.” she said, before reattaching her lips to your clit and sucking. You did as you were told. A loud moan escaped your mouth as you came all over her fingers, jerking your hips forward. 

Larissa pulled her fingers out and pulled back once you had gotten down from your high. She moved up to lay next to you, pulling you into her arms. “How was that, darling? Was it too much? I’m sorry, I just- I’ve been wanting to touch you for so long, I wasn’t sure if I over did it.” she said, running her fingers through your hair as you looked up at her. “Larissa, it was perfect. This is everything I’ve ever imagined for my first time. I love you, so so much.” you said with a smile. “I love you too.” she said, moving her hand to rest on your thigh. “Now lay back down, I’m not done with you yet.”

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[ja-reau]

hi hi :)

i would like to request larissa weems x reader where reader is always very distant with larissa (because they're in love with her, well who isn't, i'm on my knees for this woman) and larissa is curious why that is. then all of a sudden reader has a bad day and is all upset and sad and larissa just comforts them and reader confesses their feelings and it's all pure fluff with some kissing and hugging at the end?

thank you!!

i love your fics <33

Avoidance - Larissa Weems x Reader

So sorry this took a day! I got busy with work, but I have the day off to write more !!

Word Count: 583

Larissa wasn’t too sure what she had done to deserve this. You were quiet with her. Quieter than usual. Was there a reason why you were ignoring her? If there was, she couldn’t quite figure out why. Ever since you had started working here, it was like you gravitated towards all the other staff members on the Nevermore team, and not her.

It didn’t help that she had feelings for you. Such strong, over powering feelings that she sometimes worried that you could tell she liked you, and that’s why you were avoiding her completely.

As Larissa walked down the hall, she couldn’t help but hear you muttering to yourself in your classroom. She peaked inside, frowning when she saw you sitting at your desk with your hands in your face. “Ms y/l/n?” She spoke up, leaning against your doorframe. You pulled back when you saw her and wiped your eyes quickly. “Principal Weems! Sorry, I was just..” you started, unsure where you were even going with this sentence. “Rough day?” Larissa asked and you nodded.

Larissa moved in, closing the door behind her and walking over to your desk. She pulled a chair over to sit next to you. “Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?” Larissa asked.

A moment of silence passed by.

You couldn’t help it. You got flustered around her. And when you get flustered, you get frustated. And you didn’t want to show Larissa your frustration.

“Can I ask you something?” Larissa asked, and you nodded. “Why do you avoid me?” She asked softly. “You seem to get along well with everyone else here and just.. ignore me.” She added on.

You remained silent again.

“Alright, I’ll let you be.” Larissa said, moving to get up. But then your hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. “Wait” you started and she turned to face you. “You just.. caught me on a bad day, I’m sorry. I’ve just.. it’s been hard. The students are acting out of hand with the worries of something being out in the woods. And it’s just getting to me.” You rambled on, letting go of her wrist once she sat back down.

She didn’t even hesitate to to pull you into her arms, lightly rubbing your back to try and calm you down. “If you’re ever having a bad day, please don’t hesitate to tell me.” She said softly, looking down at you. “Thank you.” You muttered quietly against her. You closed your eyes tightly, leaning further into her touch. “I don’t avoid you because I don’t like you.” You said. “I avoid you because I’m head over heels in love with you. And you get me all nervous. And I know I shouldn’t like you because you’re my boss, but I just can’t help it.” You said.

Larissa remained quiet and you pulled back for a moment, red covering your cheeks in pure embarrassment. “Oh god, I shouldn’t have said anything, I’m so sor-“ you started, getting cut off when her red-painted lips touched yours, enveloping you in the softest kiss you could ever imagine.

Your heart was beating so fast in your chest. You wouldn’t be surprised is Larissa could hear it. She was softer than you had imagined she’d be. She moved one hand to cup your cheek, the other hand resting on your hip. “Let me take you out on a date?” Larissa asked once she pulled back from the kiss. You nodded quickly, “I’d love that.”

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[ja-reau]

Hi there! I just read your others fics and I'd like to make a request 😁

Could you write some awkward first time between Reader and Larissa? Maybe they were classmates and don't really know what they're doing or they just have so many feelings and are so eager to finally do the deed that everything goes wrong. If it's comical that ends up in fluff/smut, even better 🙈💖

Giggles - Larissa Weems x Reader

This one was so cute and fun to write!! Since they’re in high school in this one, I decided not to write the full on smut, but there’s lots of kisses and little awkward touches.

Word Count: 433

Warnings: making out, light touching

Giggles filled the room the two girls were currently in. Y/n was so happy that her roommate was out for the night at some party. She had snuck her girlfriend into her dorm, leaning up to kiss her the moment she shut and locked the door.

Y/n and Larissa had only been dating for a mere 5 months, but both felt they were ready to move things to the next step.

Whatever that meant.

God, it was so much easier for straight couples, wasn’t it? They already knew where everything went and what to do. Both Larissa and Y/n were at a loss for what to possibly do. Kissing was fun and all, but it was evident that they were both ready for more. Wanting more.

Y/n sat on Larissa’s lap, her fingers tangled in the perfectly brushed hair. She kissed down Larissa’s neck, stopping when she felt her hands move up her thighs slowly. Y/n was just so desperate to feel Larissa finally touch. And equally as desperate to finally touch her. But her nerves were in high alert. What if she hurt her by accident? What if she wasn’t any good?

Oh god, what if I’m not any good?? Then what? Do we break up? What happens then? Y/n’s thoughts wandered, only being brought back to reality when she felt Larissa’s fingers inch closer up her legs.

“Wait” y/n said

“Yes?” Larissa asked, stilling her movements.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Y/n asked

“No… do you?” Larissa asked

“No.” Y/n replied

The two girls couldn’t help but erupt into giggles.

“Well.. why don’t we find out together? Touch me the way you’d touch yourself.” Y/n suggested to Larissa.

Larissa didn’t hesitate as much this time. She moved her hand up y/n’s thigh, thankful her girlfriend has worn a skirt today.

—

Larissa and y/n laid back on y/n’s bed, the sheet covering their chests. “I love you.” Larissa whispered softly to her girlfriend, looking down and pulling her into her arms.“I love you too. I’m glad we were each other’s firsts.” Y/n replied. “Me too.” Larissa said.

A beat passed

“That was incredible.” Y/n said, turning to face her girlfriend, a huge smile on her face. “It really was. Albeit a tad awkward at first.” Larissa said, moving to kiss her forehead. “Hmm I think I may be a bit more experienced now. Round two?” Y/n asked, moving to kiss Larissa again. “By all means, show me how experienced you are.” She said between kisses.

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