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billiedeansbitch · 3 months

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𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 (𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰)

(𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

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Summary: The one where in Larissa sex life is no longer boring or Larissa took chance on a young shapeshifter who had a massive crush on her.

Warning/s: PORN WITH MASSIVE FEELINGS. G!P READER.

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Her thighs trembled, threatening to close around your head and her breath shook with every movement of your tongue against her hot, wet cunt, so soaked with her own arousal and your spit making it so easy for you to penetrate her hole.

“Darling, please.” She pleaded, her voice barely a whisper and her breath stuttered, her back arching off of her seat. “Please.” She repeated. The bucking her hips to receive more of that pleasure betrayed the hand that was pushing your head off from her cunt. She was overly stimulated, her pussy clenching tight around you as you fuck those fingers deep and hard into her, paying no mind to her pleas as your focus was zeroed on giving her the best pleasure you could give.

“One more, Larissa. Come for me one more time.” She shook her head, mouth falling open to protest but before she could get the words out, her own moans interrupted her, spilling out much louder this time. It was like throwing a tank of gasoline to an already blazing pit of fire. The way she breathlessly called for your name on repeat, her fingernails digging to your scalp and fisting your hair in a tight firm grip, oh, it fucking did it for you.

She watched you, though she was struggling to keep her eyes open, as you finger her until she had tears rolling down her cheeks, “Darling, please, no more.” and the heel of her foot dug on your back, “No more? Oh, baby, but look at you. You really don’t want me to stop, do you?” It was easy to manipulate her body into coming for you for the fourth time. You almost groaned, feeling her body tensed beneath your fingertips.

When you pulled, Weems could barely form a cognitive thought let alone move a muscle. Her legs, shaky.

Right there, still half naked with her thighs smeared with the proof of your worship, Larissa felt nothing but a limp doll: overused and overfucked.

It wasn’t like she was going to complain but she knew her body would give her hell the next day for all the stunts you both did in her office before moving back to her quarters and though there was one spacious bed, you insisted to fuck her on the couch with her back turned, kneeling, and holding for dear life on backrest while you took her from behind. You had one hand guiding her hip as they slammed right back to you and the other fisting her silver tresses.

She came faster in that position, and yours came mere seconds after, filling her pussy with so much cum it dripped down the insides of her thighs and onto the premium leather.

Larissa’s knees were still flaming red after bearing her weight for the longest time you’ve fucked her but she was keen to ignore the pain and the visible bruising when she buried your face in her pussy to lap the juices that still leaked from her in retaliation of what you did to her. It was only right to clean up the mess you made and that was how you ended up where you were right now: in between her legs, grinning like cheshire cat with a cum-smeared face.

“Are you hungry? I’m hungry,” you stood up with a popping sound from both knees, “Jesus, how old does my body think I am?”

Larissa kept her eyes fixated on your physique; shamelessly bare and sweaty, setting her on the edge of yet another urge to pounce on you like a woman starved. Whatever you were muttering went past her ears, her eyes lingered on your breasts down your soft belly before it dipped to the appendage hanging in between your legs. So fucking irresistible. To be honest, you could just stand there and do nothing and Larissa might just have her fifth. Good Lord, what are you turning her into? Some sex-crazed bitch.

She’d been thinking less with her head and more with her cunt and honestly she couldn’t blame herself if you looked like that.

Larissa bit her lip, unable to resist the tempting visual before her.

From the floor, you picked up your shirt and slid it over your head and straightened it out around the torso. “I’m gonna go out and get us somethin’ to eat.” next were the pair of sweats, drawing the strings tight before you made a knot to secure it in place.

“Hmm?” she mindlessly hummed, watching you tuck the strings inside the waistband.

“Food. I’m gonna go get us some food, you craving something in particular?”

“No...” Her mind still clouded with post-sex haze that much was clear.

“How about fish and chips? I heard lots of good things about the newly opened business just ‘round the corner.”

“Sounds good.”

“Okay, I’ll be back in… say half an hour?”

When Larissa snapped from whatever incantation you put her, you were already grabbing your keys and a couple of bills to shove them right in your pocket.

She smiled when you walked up to her and kissed her cheek, “I’ll be as fast as I can. Go shower while I’m gone and then maybe we can watch a movie while we eat, yeah?”

“Sounds like a plan, sweetheart.”

You were about to pull but she was quick enough to catch the neckline of your shirt and drew you closer, pecking your lips one more time. “What if we both shower together? it will be quick I promise.”

“As tempting as you may be, I need to feed my woman, she gets grumpy and blames me when she’s hungry.”

With one last peck, you were out of the door, grinning and humming to the last song that was stuck in your head.

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The mirror reflected a blurred image of her, right where she stood in front of the sink wrapped in her robe ready to pick up her toothbrush when suddenly Larissa took notice of how there were two in the holder: one for her and one for you. She took hers, put some toothpaste and started brushing her teeth.

Larissa leaned her lower back on the sink, and took her time to look around her. Two claw clips, two robes, two towels, two different mouthwash (you claim hers was too minty for you so you brought your own) there were always sets of two anywhere she looked around not that she mind that.

She spit the foam and rinsed her mouth. When she walked in her bedroom, she saw the little trinkets you left on the left bedside table, more hair clips, elastic ponytail, your little lighter, the keys to your apartment, even your phone was there. Your side of the bed was unmade and she could see fallen hair strands on the pillow case where it was still dented in the middle from the last time you laid there.

You had made your mark everywhere and she could feel her heart leapt to her throat.

Tomorrow would mark six months of your ongoing little arrangement with her and yes sex was good—well, actually, it was the best. Larissa had never felt the real pleasure of fingers and mouth until you came alone and shattered her years of boring sex life. She no longer needed to make a trip to the store in the middle of the night to buy batteries because her vibrator died in the middle of chasing her orgasm.

Fuck, you were too good for your own good sometimes and after making her come in the first five minutes of touching the first night, she knew she needed to keep your around.

She was still dressed in her robe and drying her hair when you came back.

“Oh God, I’m starving. I need my calories now.”

While you put the take outs on the coffee table she went to grab a bottle red and two mugs.

From the kitchen she still had a nice view of the living room, and she watched you with a starved look as you removed your hoodie, your shirt lifting up in the process. Oh, yes, she’d have her dessert later.

“If you were to undress me at least do it with your hands and not your eyes.” Larissa’s face visibly turned red, “And let me eat first then I’ll let you pounce on me.” You chuckled, shoving fries into your mouth.

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On Monday morning, the woman was greeted with a massive file of work she had to go through, she meant to bring these home for the weekend but her plans went in a different direction when you called asking her if you could steal her for some late lunch at the restaurant nearby the campus.

When you both returned though Larissa wasn’t ready to let you go, she pulled you and locked her office before crashing your lips together, your hands bunching the skirt up around her waist and slipping your hand inside her underwear. You ended up pressing her on the wall, too impatient to even wait to settle down somewhere comfortable. With her legs spread and facing the wall, your hips pressing to her backside and her lustful eyes only intensified when she felt the growing bulge until it was hard and poking, begging to feel the softness of her cunt, to be swallowed deep and to cum inside.

With her underwear pulled down around her gorgeous claves, you took her with long deep strokes, face buried on the crook of her neck.

Her face went red recalling what happened that whole afternoon, how you both couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. She hadn’t been with anyone in a long time and it embarrassed her how the briefest touch of your hands to her thighs, or the whispers on her ears calling her pretty or hot had her panties always in twist…and on the floor.

She sighed, sitting down on the fine leather seat and started working.

Maybe if she got it done early she’d call you.

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Larissa, however, was consumed by her work, forgetting other things that didn’t exist within the walls of her office. By the time she had a moment to herself after signing and writing corresponding emails and polishing her report for the upcoming board meeting, it was already four in the afternoon, her lunch was barely touched sitting in the corner of her desk.

The woman sighed, pushing her seat a little away from her desk and reached for her phone. She raised a brow seeing there were no text messages or even a single missed call from you.

Usually there was at least one message waiting for her but today, there was none. She felt a pinch in her heart. No, no, she shouldn’t, she was not entitled to be upset, you weren’t her girlfriend. You two were just fucking around and maybe lately you had became a little too affectionate, blurring whatever rules you both had agreed on. Larissa felt like it was her fault, she let herself be enamoured, let herself to be too vulnerable for you. She let herself be comfortable.

Rule number one: Never be too comfortable.

Well fuck.

It was another two hours more of work when eventually her body screamed for comfort and some proper meal. She switched the lights off and locked her office, calling it a day.

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When she arrived and put her car into park, her heart dropped. The lights were on and her front door was unlocked. It would have been wise to call the authorities immediately but she felt like this wasn’t an attempt to rob her. She slowly and gently pushed the door open, tiptoeing past the threshold but then the floorboards creaked.

“‘Rissa, is that you?” It was you. She knew your voice from every pitch no matter the distance. It was also impossible that she might be dreaming about this.

And before she had time to pinch herself, she heard the unmistakable padding of your feet across the floor as you approached her, and then there you were, in the flesh, right before her eyes. “Baby, hi…” all the anger and stress she felt within the day all subsided as a tender, sweet smile welcomed her.

You had a spatula in one hand, and you were wearing one of her old Nevermore shirts. Her brow raised at the lack of underpants but that wasn’t her main concern at the moment so she willed herself to look up.

You then stepped closer to kiss her cheek, your freehand grasping on her arm as you stood on your toes trying to reach for her.

“Okay lady you gotta bend down so I can reach you and don’t tease me about shifting. I'm too lazy and tired to do that.”

Her body listened, bending down she felt your lips. “I hope you don’t mind, I used the spare key you gave me. I know I should at least let you know but I have a problem…”

“You’re here.” she mumbled, still in a state of shock.

“I am. I wanted to see you and I’m sorry I know, like I said I should have texted you first but my phone fell in the bath yesterday. I was taking some nasty shots for you but it slipped. I put in a bowl of rice in an attempt to salvage it but it was helpless. I hope you didn’t think I was ignoring you.”

“N-no, no, of course not.” You almost broke my heart.

“Good because I would never do that. Ever.” You kissed her light on the lips, merely brushing your lips together with no indicated force. Larissa felt herself quickly melting away in your touch.

“I was going to call you at work but I don’t remember your number. Sorry.”

“And you drove all the way from the city just to tell me this?”

“Yes and I’d have to drive back again in the morning because I obviously have work but…yeah, I drove all the way just to tell you this and I cooked dinner and cleaned your house.”

Larissa felt like you were rambling too much so to cut you out of your own misery, she pulled you into a kiss, a long deep one with both hands cupping your face making you gasp before you were able to reciprocate.

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Larissa could still feel the ache in between her thighs as she sat in the toilet. It was eleven in the evening and you were currently passed out in her bed, audibly snoring. She might have fucked you too hard, all of the frustrations were channeled in the way she took you and rode your lap resulting on multiple orgasms and it wasn’t like you were stopping her.

When she finished cleaning her hands and was ready to go to bed, something struck her in the midst of exiting the bathroom…her period two was weeks delayed.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems imagine #principal larissa weems #larissa weems #gwendoline christie imagines #larissa x reader #gwendoline christie #larissa weems smut #Some g!p action #smutty smut smut #Finally my thoughts has turned into a written fic #billiedeansbitch

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weemssapphic · 11 months

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Can you tell us about “accidental voyeurism take 2” pretty pleaseee

hey :) <3

so this is a request from an anon who liked Caught. i love the premise of accidental voyeurism and just getting caught masturbating tbh hahaha so why not just.... write another one xD obv featuring Larissa

#asks #wip game #billiedeansbitch

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yourlocaldisneyvillain · 8 months

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belong (nsfw)

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Sumarry: Lucifer is always so very gentle with you.

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A/N: Inspired by this fic, but I made it dark. Sorry? TW: non-con TAGS: #bathtub sex #aftercare #implied sexual content #non-explicit sex #post-coital cuddling #implied/referenced dubious consent #soul selling #pondering the nature of free will and soul contracts #sort of psychological thriller vibes but not really #dubious consent #deal with a devil #love bites #implied rough sex #light praise kink

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Sprawled against the Devil’s chest in a grand bathtub next to the fireplace, you don’t think it can get better than this. Their soft breasts pressed against your back, their nimble fingers tracing patterns on your chest and stomach, their warm breath on your neck. Their soft lips on the sensitive skin of your jaw, their hair tickling you, their touch gentle and caring. It’s all like a dream. The softest, sweetest, most wonderful dream — the kind that you have right before you ought to wake up.

Ah, it’s just what your sore and aching body needs.

The water is hot, and yet your lover’s touch makes you shiver. Gooseflesh appears on your skin. You wince when they caress a dark bruise their teeth left on your breast.

“Aren’t you a sensitive little thing,” they say, and the low rumble next to your ear causes another shiver to run down your spine. Their voice is lilting and melodious — sweet and delicious and oozing like caramel. Just for that voice alone, you’d do anything.

Anything is a dangerous promise.

They kiss the painful, throbbing love-bite on your neck. A sharp gasp escapes you.

“Tell me, have I been too rough with you? I forget how… fragile mortals can be.”

They’ve been less than gentle with you, that much is true. And yet, you can’t find it in yourself to mind. The pain brought with it indescribable pleasure. It left you aching and sensitive and marked with bruises, but pleasurably spent. However, you’re content to be pampered with gentle touch and a hot bath with fragrant oils and salts — you don’t think you could take anything more than utmost tenderness right now.

“You haven’t,” you say, and they chuckle into your ear — a low, deep sound, a puff of air against your earlobe.

“Liar,” they whisper into your ear. You can feel them smile against it. “Don’t worry, my sweet lamb. I intend to be nothing but gentle with you now that I’ve had my fun.”

Their warm breath on your ear has an intoxicating effect on you. You close your eyes and smile stupidly, leaning into them as much as you can, wanting to be as close to them as possible.

“Sweet thing,” they say and run their hand down your torso, down, down until they reach between your legs. You wince when they touch the bruised and abused bundle of nerves nestled between your lower lips. It’s painful, rather than pleasurable.

“Lucifer,” you say softly, and they make a little circle with their fingers. Your abdominal muscles convulse and you hiss. “Please, I can’t take it.”

“No?” they ask softly and plant a kiss on your neck. “But I am being so very gentle.”

They gently flick their fingers over the little bud and you buck your hips involuntarily. You try to move away from the painful touch, but there is nowhere to go. You are engulfed by their much larger body, by their gentle, but unrelenting hands. “Please,” you breathe, “I can’t.”

“The human body is wondrous thing. It entertains me greatly to see how much my touch affects you,” they say almost conversationally. They rub gentle circles, but even the lightest pressure makes you cry out in pain. However, hidden somewhere beneath the pain, distant pleasure starts to build. It grows in your lower belly, warm and steady.

Belonging to the Devil isn’t something one should take lightly.

“Sweet, sweet lamb — how you amuse me. It feels good, doesn’t it?” they whisper softly, their voice a soothing lullaby in your ear. “Tell me, do you wish me to stop?”

You open your mouth to say yes, but words evade you. “I can’t,” you say instead.

“Of course you can,” they say, saccharine sweet. “Do you want me to show you?”

No, you want to say, but the words don’t come. “It hurts,” you whine.

You’re hot — aching and throbbing, your lungs full of steam rising from the bath, hyperaware of their body pressing into your own, of their breath on your ear. They are inexorable, rubbing gentle circles, making you pant and whimper. The once distant pleasure emerges through the pain, stronger, clearer than before.

“Poor thing,” they coo, sugary sweet. “So sensitive, and yet doing so well for me. So obedient. Such a good girl.”

Their voice renders you dizzy and confused. What is it you wanted to say?

“Do you want me to stop?” they ask again and press harder. You cry out. They laugh into your neck — a warm gush of air and a sound of angel-bells ringing.

Stop, yes, stop — that’s what you wanted to say — but they rub harder and faster and then overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure washes over you. The intensity of it crashes and then ebbs and flows like a wave. You’re distantly aware of your own cries and the Devil’s soft words.

“See, my sweet dove? You can.”

But I didn’t want to, you think — a distant, hazy thought, something you can almost grasp.

They whisper soft words of encouragement into your ear, and their voice ebbs and flows not unlike the pleasure in your belly. You convulse and ache and grip their arm, and they shush you, hold you, and caress you.

It takes a while before the pain and the pleasure subside. You’re sore and achey and spent — even more so than before. You didn’t think it possible.

“I…” you try to speak.

“You…?” they mock you sweetly.

“I didn’t…”

“Didn’t you?,” they say, smiling into your neck. You can feel the sharpness of their teeth against your skin.

I didn’t, you want to say, but you aren’t so sure anymore. A pleasant, blissful sleepiness weighs on your limbs like a heavy cloak. You drift in and out of sleep as the Devil gently cleans your sweaty skin, rubs your scalp, washes your hair and peppers soft kisses over your abused body. Tender, beautiful aftercare — exactly what you need — and oh, they do it so lovingly.

It isn’t until you’re dried off and carefully carried and laid upon the bed — on the most exquisite and decadent silken sheets — that you find it in yourself to speak. You’re sleepy, so terribly sleepy, and yet you manage to ask what’s been on your mind for some time now.

“Lucifer…” you manage to utter, softly and quietly.

“Yes?” they ask as they settle next to you, pulling you close, wrapping their arms around your waist. They bury their nose into your hair and inhale deeply.

“Do I… have agency? Now, after the…”

They wrap a wing around you, shielding you and covering you as if with a blanket. “Of course you do. You can have anything you desire.”

They’re right — you do get everything you desire. And yet, what agency does someone — something — that belongs have? Is a plaything allowed to desire? And if it is, do they just end up desiring what their Master wants?

“Really?” you murmur. Your eyelids are heavy with sleep. A wonderful, warm feeling, and yet there is something underneath it. You can almost remember what it is.

“Name it and it is yours, little lamb.”

Yes, yes, it is true, you think as you snuggle closer to them. They’re warm and they smell like burning wood — comforting, like a fire that chases away the winter cold that wants to settle in one’s very bones. It’s true, you think — they always ask what you want.

It’s just that you always seem to want exactly what they do.

You want to ask something else, but it escapes you. Something on the tip of your tongue you can’t quite grasp. A question, a flickering light you can’t quite catch.

You sigh softly and drift into sleep — warm and safe in Lucifer’s embrace. Who knows, maybe if you stayed awake just a tad longer, you’d have remembered what you wanted to ask.

Indeed — selling one's soul to the Devil isn’t something one should take lightly.

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#lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer sandman #lucifer smut #sandman lucifer #the sandman 2022 #gwendoline christie #i will write my own garbage and also consume it

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just-your-casual-nerd · 1 year

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Master List of Fics I Like

Note: I did not write any of these fics, I just enjoy reading them and had a shit load of them saved. So, I figured I would put all of the ones I liked on a master list, figuring that its an easy way to keep track of them, and maybe you guys would like them as well. Have a Great Day fellow Nerds! 😁👋

2nd Note: If Someone wants me to take their fic or another fic off, let me know and it will be done. I don't want to offend anyone or make them upset.

Larissa Weems:

20/20 Vision (NSFW) By: no-phrogs-in-hats

In A Meeting By: daydream-cement

Challenge (part 1) By: widowromanova

Stress Reliever By: theplanetplu20

Be my good girl (NSFW) By: v3nusxsky

Caught By: pebbleswritessometimes

Non ti scordar di me By: paulsonwifey

Secretary (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

A lesson to be taught By: amongthestarlitsea

My mistake By: v3nusxsky

Bathtub Sex (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

A reward (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

To People Watch One Person By: rippersz

Your First/NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Hold on/H&c By: v3nusxsky

Piece of Heaven By: moodreaderlesbian

Quiet By: Littledollll

Experiment: NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Not a good girl. Part 2. By: wh0re4women

I Know You Feel It; The Shift: NSFW By: ofc-fics

Forbidden. By: just-a-torn-up-masterpiece

Lipstick Stains By: weemssapphic

Wine & Dine. NSFW By: wh0re4women

Safe haven By: littledollll

My One and Only By: xenrui

Those dresses/NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Take me home By: billiedeansbitch

Good little puppy By: littledollll

Misunderstanding By: milfswriter

Pretty girl By: Littledollll

Sick little love By: Littledollll

Mine/ NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Lay Back (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

Only Pretending #6 By: another-day-another-shadow-ban

Back and White NSFW By stanchett

Tell Me I Got It Wrong By: moodreaderlesbian

Lovely interruption By: Littledollll

Easy Does It-NSFW By: wasjustred

Battle scars/NSFW-angst By: v3nusxsky

A New Start (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Culinary Skills By: veeisgayasf

More Please By: moodreaderlesbian

Misunderstandings By: littledollll

Slightly jealous By: paulsonwifey

little on a mission By: littledollll

Amortentia: Fated Attraction By: weemssapphic

Feeling Neglected By: daydream-cement

Mommas here By: littledollll

Mutual Understanding (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Desperation By: veeisgayasf

Winter Weather Warning (NSFW) By: wasjustred

Five Stars (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Topic of Study (Ch. 2) By: queerfanficion

Desk Activities By: cissyenthusiast010155

Sharing By: cherryapplejuice

Ive Missed You By: pebbleswritessometimes

Topic of Study By: weemsgay

Passionate Discussion By: iamnotoriginalphil

Stress By: realsapphicwife

Vision By: weemssapphic

Valentines Day (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

The Headmistress (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Soulmates By: iamnotoriginalphil

Dancing in the Firelight By: amnotoriginalphil

School Reunion By: amnotoriginalphil

An Adoring Gaze By: xenrui

Hers and Only Hers By: weemssapphic

Handcuffs (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

Good Girl By: daydream-cement

Only For You (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Dumbification (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

Lucifer:

Absolute Perfection By: Littledollll

Playing With Fire: NSFW By: stanchett

I'll Cover You By: Littledollll

Dont be scared, little angel (pt. 4). By littledollll

The chill of spring By: when-i-miss-you

In Mourning By: stanchett

Fallen stars By: Littledollll

Little artists (pt 2/2) By: littledollll

I didn't mean to scare you By: farahtissaiamyloves

Little artist (pt 1/2) By: littledollll

All Mine By: littledollll

Lucifer vs the hound By: Littledollll

Babbles By: Littledollll

Their Precious angel By: Littledollll

Lucifer's Lover Getting Hurt Would Include By: why-what-no

Little angel By: littledollll

sweet little angel By: littledollll

Rest, my little angle (pt. 3) By: littledollll

Winged Affections By: alexusonfire

Drabble By: littledollll

A Sacrificial Lamb By: zephyr-is-tired

One Hell of a welcome By: littledollll

Bitten The Apple By: why-what-no

Vulnerability (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

Old Flames By: irreplaceable-ecstasyy

Dusk till dawn By: cherrysweetdevine

Dangerous temptation By: littledollll

Miranda Hilmarson:

Roleplay (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

Gwen Christie:

Maneater By: imtheindiekid

#gwendolineuniverse #gwendoline christie x reader #gwendolyn #gwendoline christie smut #gwen christie #gwendoline christie #lucifer gwendoline christie #the sandman lucifer morningstar #lucifer #lucifer morningstar (the sandman) x reader #the sandman lucifer #lucifer sandman #the sandman lucifer morningstar x reader #the sandman lucifer morningstar x reader smut #larissa x reader #principal larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems smut #larissa weems

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 11 months

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Sapphic w/w Recs

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

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

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

Matched ~Alex Blake @iamnotoriginalphil

Attitude Adjustment ~Larissa Weems &Lady Lesso @wh0re4women

Escape ~Mon Mothma @silver-pieces

I want you, just you ~Joyce Byers @suckerforcate

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

Lover Hours Masterlist @wlwloverwrites

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

permanent jetlag ~Peggy Carter @peachyteabuck

Almost Caught ~Larissa Weems @luxstxrblog

Shorts ~Melinda May @naturalxselection

Sex in the Flowers ~Larissa Weems @mandy-asimp

Angelic ~Polly Gray @fandom-puff

Please ~Narcissa Malfoy @herdumbwhore

Russian Roulette ~WandaNat @romanoffsbish

Sweet Confessions ~Miranda Hilmarson @billiedeansbitch

Jealous Joan Watson ~Joan Watson @ladieslovingladiesandfics

Don’t Tempt Me ~Lady Lesso @v3nusxsky

Larissa Weems xFem 27!Phd Student!Reader @yourlocaldisneyvillain

Woman of the Hour ~Larissa Weems @moodreaderlesbian

Dangerous Temptation ~Lucifer Morningstar (the sandman) @littledollll

crazy for you ~Natasha Romanoff @natsvdova

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

The Bimbo and the milfs ~Agatha xMelina xReader @imdoingsortagay

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

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

In my head series ~Larissa Weems @weemssapphic

first time. ~Natasha Romanoff @gayerthanevertbh

I’m Here ~Larissa Weems @dopenightmaretyphoon

MILFS!WandaNat Headcanons @101widow

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dvrkhcld · 9 months

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I was tagged by @modern-day-classic and @queerhydrangea <3

Rules: bold the ones that are true and tag 15 people to do it.

APPEARANCE

blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

AESTHETICS

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

MISCELLANEOUS

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

I'm tagging @cissyenthusiast010155 @ilovehugslikealotalot @marilynthornhilllover @brookezilla @071523 @sapphicobsesssion @salemxo @brieoftarth @trippinovernothing413 @billiedeansbitch @fortheloveofaphroditesblessings @flositaa @clexamaximoff @sapphicloverx @neuroprincess (I apologize if you somehow don't want to be tagged <3)

AND ALSO WHO CAN SEE THIS CONSIDER YOURSELF TAGGED AS WELL AND JOIN ANSWERING *mwah💋*

#zia answers

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littledollll · 3 months

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Today marks the anniversary of the very first fic I wrote and posted, that being only you, ironically enough I knew nothing about brienne when I started writing, it was requested, I can’t even remember what led up to it.

But I’m here to thank that anon, and everyone else that has been following and supporting me for the longest time. Some people I see and recognize that have been here for me since I stared. That fic is what inspired and turned my account into what it is today, along with fics like All mine and Quiet time.

Thank you for giving me this cool platform that has led to so many friendships, introduced me to so many amazing people, and has become a safe space for me to express my feelings.

I have very bad memory, but I wanna give a small shout out to some of the people who have been with me for the longest time, and I thank you so much! Right now I’m at 1,170 followers, and I couldn’t have done that without any of you.

@v3nusxsky, @cissyenthusiast010155, @pebbleswritessometimes, @werewolfvpire, @presidenteyebrow-22, @fortheloveofaphroditesblessings, @just-your-casual-nerd, @i-write-sometimes-maybe, @weemssapphic, @pro-weems-places, @moodreaderlesbian, @tanith-rhea, @lord6-6fandom, @luisa323, @marilynthornhilllover , @just-a-torn-up-masterpiece, @softshrimpy, @mistressweems, @billiedeansbitch, @scream-queenlover many many more of you. The list could be endless. Thank you so much for supporting this account, I never thought it would get this far, or that my silly stories would actually grow to mean something to so many people. I’m amazed and in awe by you.

#biggest thank you to all of you #<3 #littledollll and friends #littledollll rants

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crow-raven-crow · 5 months

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𝐓𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 / 𝐓𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 / 𝐓𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬

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thank you for the tag, dove <33 @littledollll I really enjoy these tag games. It's reallly hard to not pick all my gwen faves.. but I know I have a pretty big pool to choose from

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☾ ⋆ 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 - 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 ⋆ ☽

☾ ⋆ 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮 - 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥: 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 ⋆ ☽

☾ ⋆ 𝐋𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐠 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐚 ⋆ ☽

☾ ⋆ 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐙𝐨𝐞 - 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧 ⋆ ☽

☾ ⋆ 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 - 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 ⋆ ☽

☾ ⋆ 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 - 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 ⋆ ☽

☾ ⋆ 𝐈𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫 - 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 ⋆ ☽

☾ ⋆ 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 - 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐀 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 ⋆ ☽

☾ ⋆ 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 ⋆ ☽

☾ ⋆ 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚 ⋆ ☽

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LIS- LISTEN.. I KNOW THEY'RE ALL KINDA MILFS.. AND I KNOW I KINDA SIMP FOR ALL OF THEM BUT WE DONT NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT. let me live in my pretty little world of delusion.. also just noticed how they're all women i love that.. we love women in power ;)

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Tags: @weemssapphic @sapphos-ode @i-write-sometimes-maybe @queerfanfiction @readingtheentrails @autumn-leaves-chasing-breeze @billiedeansbitch @gwensfreak @theflashesoflove @sweetderacine

sorry if you don't do tag game or have been tagged already;;; i haven't been on here in a hot sec lmao

also these tag games made me realize i don't have a lot of mutuals on here soooo if you wanna be moots i'm so down

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#crowravencrow #tag game #tagging game #ten fandoms #ten characters #ten tags #my taste in women is so clearly stated with this #i really struggled trying to come up with characters honestly #but it reawakened some brainrot #bouta watch the devil wears prada tonight

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goodegrrrl · 2 years

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Halfhearted

Pairing: Lou Miller x Reader

Words: 1,349

Warnings: I have not written anything in forever so please bare with me and this lil fic

Taglist: @twistedpoeticjustice-blog, @billiedeansbitch, @isle-of-earle, @sweetestberryofthebunch, @angelxsarahp, @goodeday2u, @lucyintheskywithxanax, @cordeliass, @devotedtofictionalwomen, @max-the-d0g, @honeybeawhore, @talulahmae, @whiskeyxfluent, @stayevildarling, @paulsonsratched, @ahsfan05, @thedeconstructionist, @oh-mydarling

Let me know if you want to be added or taken off 💕

You couldn’t look at her. You were afraid you would stop breathing. You would collapse. Would throw yourself out of the window.

The wine glass in front of you seemed more interesting in that moment than the painting of Mona Lisa in The Louvre. As you lifted your gaze you did not focus on her - instead you studied the photographs on the wall next to you. She looked so happy, so beautiful, in those. Most of them were just candid shots that someone had taken over the course of your relationship, others had been taken on the day you had proposed to her. Her smile was breathtaking.

You were brought back to reality when she put her hands over her face. She took in a rattling breath. She had reached her breaking point and you were the one to blame.

You were the one who had done this to her - the one who had shaken her soul to the very core. Your cruel words piercing through the walls she had build around herself like daggers through soft skin.

Lou did not deserve this. In the years you had been with her she had been nothing but kind. Not a single day had passed without her making you feel loved and cared for.

You hated yourself in this moment. Hated how you had made her feel with the words you had uttered. Words you didn’t even mean.

But you were so aggravated, so unnerved from the way you had been treated at work and you had taken it all out on her - the one you loved so very deeply. So overwhelmingly much.

Her soft cries pierced through your ears, awakening you from the trance you had been in.

“Lou.”, your voice was barely above a whisper but she lifted her head nonetheless.

Her baby blue eyes had taken on a darker color, thick tears traveling down her porcelain cheeks. She was crying. Silently.

You got up from the chair you had been sitting on. Your feet felt like a thousand pounds, footsteps as loud as the roaring of the clouds during a thunderstorm.

She flinched when she felt your hands on her knees as you knelt down in front of her. She did not meet your gaze.

“I am sorry. I am so sorry.”, you gently caressed her boney knees with your thumbs, desperate to lock eyes with the one who held your heart.

But she wouldn’t look at you.

You could feel her tremble underneath your touch, could feel how she desperately tried to hold herself together. To not let you see. It had taken her months to let you in and you had been toying with her emotions so carelessly.

You could feel your throat closing up.

“I love you. I love you so much.”, you squeezed her knees before you grabbed her hands, “Please - look at me. I am sorry.”

She lifted up her head.

In this moment you could hear your heart shatter into a million little pieces. Never had you wanted to make her cry. To basically force her to let you see her most vulnerable being. The part of her she so desperately protected.

You got up from your kneeling position and pulled her with you. She had averted her gaze once again as you guided her to the sofa and sat down with her.

“I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to yell at you. You did nothing wrong, Lou. Nothing.”, your voice came out stronger than you had thought. All your focus was on her.

The way her hands fit perfectly into yours. The small scars on the back of her hands, the rings she played with whenever she was nervous. Her necklaces dangling from her slender neck. The print of The Stones on her oversized T-shirt and her bare legs shaking beneath your palms. She looked so small sitting next to you. Her shoulders slumped and her eyes trained on the wooden floor.

The tears escaping her eyes created dark rings on the fabric of her grey shirt.

“You are my everything. I love you so very deeply, Lou.”, you gently drew circles on her palms, “I never meant to hurt you.”

“What have I done wrong?”, her voice was shaking. She still didn’t look at you but you could feel her resolve begin to crumble. The turmoil within her being audible in the way her voice trembled.

Your heart broke for her. Not only did you hate yourself in this moment but also everyone who had hurt her previously.

She had told you about all the people who had hurt her in the past during a drunken night when you had first started dating. Had told you about the lying women whom had cheated on her. The cruel ones who had physically and emotionally abused her. How her father had never been around - and if he was it had been only to tell her that she was worth nothing.

And now she was doubting herself once again. Because you were now one of them. One of the people who had made her believe that you loved her but had ended up breaking her trust.

“Please forgive me. YOU didn’t do anything wrong. You’re perfect, Lou. You are my light in the never ending darkness, my shelter during the storms invading my soul. You made me believe in unconditional love. A love that never ends.”

She looked at you know. The wrinkles on her pale skin were now more prominent and dark circles ran deep underneath her blue eyes.

She scooted closer. A breath you had not realized you had been holding left your lungs.

A hand tenderly cupped her cheek and when she leaned into your touch you dared to wipe away the tears that had gathered underneath the soft skin of her eyes.

“I love you. I can not promise that I will never hurt you again - but I do promise that I will try my hardest to be worthy of you.”

She took a deep breath in.

“Please don’t yell at me again.”, a soft whisper. You knew that her request meant that she did trust you still. That she knew that you would honor her wishes. That you would not leave her.

“I promise, Lou. I promise.”, you slowly opened your arms for her. You were desperate to hold her and to protect her from the cruelty of the world. To mend her heart even though you were the one who had bruised it.

When she climbed onto your lap and placed her face in the crook of your neck you felt complete again.

And then violent sobs shock her frail body.

You knew that she was not only crying because of what you did. She cried because it had reminded her of all the times she had been hurt before. All the memories that had come back.

But still she chose you to be the one to hold her.

Hands were tenderly caressing her back as confessions of love were whispered into her ear. You held her close to you as she took your shirt into her fists to ground herself, still desperate to stop the tears from falling.

“It’s okay, baby. Just breathe. One in, one out.”, you took in a deep breath, hoping that she would follow you. And she did.

Lou slowly regulated her breathing and the grip on your shirt loosened.

“I’m so tired.”, she whispered as she closed her eyes. You slowly let yourself fall onto the couch, pulling her on top of you. “Try to get some sleep. I’m not leaving.”, you whispered as you tenderly untangled the knots in her hair.

Lou burrowed herself deeper into you. You could feel her breath on your skin, tickling you. “I love you, too. You know that, right?”, Lou looked up. Her eyes almost falling shut as she locked them with yours.

“You show me every single day just how much.��, and as your lips met hers you finally felt complete again.

Without her, there was no you anymore.

#cate blanchett x reader #cate blanchett #lou miller #oceans 8 #lou miller x reader #how is she so unbelievably beautiful

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billiedeansbitch · 3 months

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𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 (𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰)-𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐

(𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

<< PREVIOUS PART

Chapter summary: Two things came: Larissa's orgasm and her lab results.

Notes: Some plot is plottin' huh? *Smirks*

Tw: light mentions of depression and grief. Character death (not significant). Homophobia.

*Not beta read*

“Oi, kid, we’re goin’ out for drinks, you gonna come or what?”

“Nah, I can’t, sorry. I’m going home to Jericho.”

“A wife waitin’ on ya?”

“Uh, no,” a pause to shake your head, “but someone special.” You then added and nodded, agreeing with yourself as you thought of the other shapeshifter.

Your co-worker patted you on the shoulder with a resigned sigh, “All right, suit yourself.” he left the room, a toothpick hanging off his lips.

You beamed to yourself, shoving your stuff into your bag and turned off your monitor. It oddly felt nice to admit these things not only to yourself but to others, letting them know that you weren’t available in some way…

The office was almost empty, looking around you everyone had clocked out already leaving you and the janitor alone.

It had been a busy week, the last time you saw Larissa was Tuesday morning at five am, she was loosely wrapped in her kimono-style robe, softly gazing at you as you pulled your car off her driveway and before you could drive away she called out to bid you a goodbye kiss. It was something that had your head in the cloud for days, a parting gift that made your insides all tingly and warm and now, you couldn’t wait to go see her.

These last few weeks had been surreal, you two had been spending more and more time together, more intimate than being casual but could you really blame yourself? Hell, anyone would kill to be in your position. Larissa was the dream, she was everything and to be able to do these things to her, hold her hand, kiss her, make her smile were your absolute fantasy all coming true.

You worry sometimes, yes, that maybe things weren’t as real to her as it was to you and try as you might to ignore it, it dampened your mood all the same, but hey, she said she liked spending time with you if that was anything to go by.

Your phone pinged once you were off the expressway turning to a smaller road leading to Jericho. The notification showed “Not your wife” and your grin couldn’t get any bigger, you quickly swiped the notification and it redirected you to messages. Of course she didn’t know that was what you saved as her contact name, she didn’t need to know that or the one you save before that “friends with consequences”

Not your wife:

Will you be coming over tonight?

(Larissa was biting her lip when she sent that text)

Then three dots appeared. She was typing. You were glancing from time to time waiting but she never sent another text then it disappeared. So you quickly typed a short reply, “omw”

You received a cute emoji showing thumbs up and you giggled, finding it oddly charming of her before it was followed by: “Careful driving. Be safe and keep your eyes on the road.”

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She kissed you first, or maybe you did, it didn’t matter as you two ended up on the couch in the living room with her underneath you, her fingers playing with the hem of your shirt while her lips pressed open mouthed kisses all over your neck.

“Missed me too much?”

Larissa responded by stealing the breath out of your lungs and kissed you hard, “I think that confirms it,”

She was needy, you could tell, by the way she groped your chest once your shirt flung off and as much as it excites you and made your libido sprung to the roof, you couldn’t help the nagging thought that there was at least something wrong.

“I need you,” she had her hand on your waist while the other was busy expertly undoing your belt, “Please,” the way she pleaded against the skin your neck, her breath hot, as she shoved her hand under your pants had you grinding your hips against her, anything that was in your head quickly faded.

And if you thought she had already caught you off guard, then you were mistaken because when she uttered the next words right into your ear that was when you completely lost it.

“Are you going to be a good girl and fuck mommy hard?”

It was your turn to bury your face into her neck as you sucked a breath, “Yes, mommy.” as shiver ran down your spine and before you knew it, you shifted yourself, holding just the tip against her centre.

“Wait. I need you to use this from now on every time you shift. Is that okay?”

“A condom? But…okay. Yes, of course.”

“Good girl,”

You could do nothing but obey like a pet.

–

“Thank you. I needed that.” You were still on top of her, skin to skin. You had a proud smile on your face, her delicate fingers combing through your damp roots.

“I needed it, too.” She leaned, kissing the tip of your nose.

“There’s a store bought rotisserie chicken in the fridge, you can heat that up and I made salad. You know your way around, right?”

“We’re not eating together?” The disappointment was too thick in your voice and Larissa tried to soothe the visible frown on your face by gently caressing your brow bone with her thumb.

“I still have a lot of work to do. The sooner you let me work, the sooner I am finished and after that I will be all yours. You think you can be good and wait for me while I work?”

The idea of her being all yours did a little bit of magic, casting away the frown as your blush deepened.

“Yeah but can I stay in your office? I’ll be quiet. I’ll just probably read a book or something, please?”

A small smile flourished on her face, “We can give it a try.” Because knowing you, and herself, neither of you would last that long without being distracted and she really needed to work.

“Okay.”

You both laid for five minutes more, basking in the comfort of each other’s warmth and silence that engulfed the room bringing peace into your minds.

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You kept your words and stayed quiet as possible, even the shifting to a new page was ever so silent. You didn’t know what you were reading, the words weren’t really processing at all but you needed it to keep your hands physically occupied to sell your act not that you think she was buying it anyway.

From time to time your eyes stray from the page of the book to the woman behind the desk, observing how the lines on her face deepened when she was making a face or how she would scoff while she read an email or something that definitely pulled a reaction from her. Which then made you giggle behind the pages especially when she would squint so hard before eventually leaning on the screen of her laptop because she was too stubborn to put her glasses on or the way she dominantly used her index finger to navigate her phone screen like any middle-aged person you knew.

It was all something you had grown so fond of over the months, you didn’t know if it was the obvious gaps in your ages that had you so drawn to her but that certainly played a part behind these reasons of why you were feeling more and more entangled with her like you could really see her staying in your life for good this time.

When you thought there was nothing for you anymore after losing your family to an accident just merely a week later when your girlfriend dumped you for some guy. You were ready to succumb to these bad habits. You had already started in fact. Your tolerance for alcohol was getting stronger and your fixation to cigarettes was growing out of control. You were wallowing in your own loss and depression day by day until she came and saved you. It literally felt like being scooped into her arms and being cradled on her lap while she spread tiny kisses all over your face.

When she walked in your parents’ house after the funeral you just…your mind took your back from your seventeen year old self.

The others were blocked in your head, their voice vaguely registering. You watched the crowd part, erupting into curious whispers and measuring glances.

Earlier that day as the caskets were getting buried, you had caught a fleeting glimpse of her, you blinked it away, too occupied with overwhelming loss and grief but when you saw her in clear daylight as the sun shone brightly, basking the room in the first golden rays of the sun after a gloomy rain dressed and accessorised in black strutting her way in the middle of the parted crowd, you couldn’t rip your gaze off even if you tried.

Something ignited within you that day. This hopeless, massive crush you had for her came back like it hadn’t been a decade since you last saw her and maybe yes, it would have been an awful timing yet you found it as a perfect distraction and she gladly provided that.

You remembered her smile, the soft hand she put on your shoulder and the little squeeze. You remembered not breathing and just awkwardly staring at her while she told you the fondest memory she had of your parents.

When the reception was over and mostly everyone had bid you their goodbyes, she lingered offering you help to clean the place.

And after that, maybe weeks or a month later, you reached out to her (thank God you didn’t lose the card she gave you) asking her out for a drink.

To your surprise, she agreed.

Larissa wasn’t around much when your parents were still alive and you were living on the same roof as them. She came to visit once or twice and you never spent much time with her, always locked up in your room or out with your friends, though there was this one particular night when she came for dinner wearing red suited for her skin and that smile and radiant eyes just spoke to you, they were stealing your attention and for the rest of the evening you couldn’t help but blush whenever she glance your way that was when you knew you had a crush on her

You didn’t think of it as inappropriate then, it was after all, just a silly crush. Something utterly foolish but she grew in your mind. You couldn’t forget about her until you were in your senior year in college, she was all you could think about while you kissed your professor. You craved to see that woman again.

And now you found yourself sitting in her chair, dozing off, the book slipping from your hand and onto the floor, the thud jolted your body to wake and so when you looked up Larissa was done and fixing her table.

“Are you alright?” she asked,

You smiled weakly, “Yeah, I just startled myself.”

You got up, picked the book from the floor and settled it down on the seat. You were on your way to the connecting bathroom, feeling your bladder full.

Larissa’s face was suddenly pale for whatever reason when you entered the bathroom, her heart pounding in her chest until you opened the door and emerged with a pout on your face.

“Is there something wrong?”

“I feel betrayed.”

“Pardon?”

“You didn’t get the hand wash I suggested you, you said you were gonna get it.” The woman looked visibly relieved, you didn’t think much about it, too busy pouting.

“I was supposed to but they didn't have it in stock. I’ll make sure to get it next time when they do. Is that it?”

“No. I hate to inform you that you’re not gettin’ somethin’ tonight.”

She lifted a brow in question,

“My period started just right about now. I can’t believe my body will betray me like this, like man, can’t it wait until I’m outta here? Stupid organs.”

Period meant no shifting. Larissa let out a laugh, shaking her head softly and tilting to the side, a hand on her hip, standing like the statuesque woman she was.

“Who says I’m scared of blood?”

“Don’t be nasty, Miss Weems.”

You laughed and walked toward her, “Come on, let’s get some food in your system, lady.”

“You go ahead. I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be quick. Do heat up the chicken, yes?”

“That chicken better be good.”

—

The chicken was good, surprisingly so that you inhaled the whole thigh like a goddamn cannibal starved for meat. She watched you in the corners of her eyes, smiling down on her food while she ate her portion with more grace and actually chewing.

You did take her advice when Larissa told you to slow down before you choke. After dinner, you insisted on washing the dishes while she sat there with her legs propped up on another chair and enjoying a good glass of wine.

It was the last plate when you felt her, heard her moving, until eventually she was pressed behind you with her lips on your shoulder, the scent of wine strong in her breath.

You nearly dropped the plate in the sink, fingers gone cold and stiff; heart pounding in your chest. One of these days she’d legit give you a heart attack.

“You’re being so good to me,” there was no lust in her voice, only the kind of warmth that pleasantly stirred your guts. You wished it was the wine talking, though you knew that a single glass of red wouldn’t induce these thoughts.

Maybe this was the scary part. It was easier when her desires were prominent in her touch, the way it dripped down in her voice because you directly knew what she wanted. But when she was like this? You were out of words, you didn’t know how she wanted you to react and it wasn’t as simple as taking your clothes off every time she’d give you a hungry gaze.

“Don’t tell me, that me, doing the dishes do it for you,” you giggled, tearing some paper towels to dry your hands.

“Don’t get all cocky now if you don’t want to spend a night sleeping on the couch, dear.”

She would never do that. You turned around in her arms, giving her a pout.

“I very much doubt that. You won’t last long without begging me to come back to your bed.”

Your faces were now mere inches apart, “I ought to teach you a lesson one of these days.”

“Oh, is that true, Principal Weems? Or should I say, mommy?” The last word was mouthed against her lips, not quite touching but close enough that you felt her body tensed.

You thought you won this little game but the smile was quickly gone when you felt her wrapped her hand around your throat. You swore your brain short circuited. Your thoughts, reduced to nothing.

She leaned, making sure her lips touched yours before she whispered, “Careful, sweet girl.

Your lips parted, welcoming hers as they collided with force. Soon, you were sucking on her tongue and feeling every inch of her.

“The wine tastes better in your mouth.”

Larissa beamed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, “What should we do tomorrow?” She asked so sweetly as if her tongue hadn’t been shoved in your mouth moments ago.

“I wanna bake. It’s been long since I’ve kneaded something other than your ass or tits.” you hastily groped her ass.

Weems dramatically feigned a gasp, “Such a foul mouth, darling.” She tsked.

“Those words were not even one percent of the filthy things you’ve said to me.”

It drew a smirk to her face, proving your words to be true. Her eyes narrowing down at you.

“Should I remind you where my mouth has been lately?” You said, your fingers playing with the button of her blouse. The flirty lilt in your voice was easily matched with her eyes.

“Mhm.” It was all it took to get you down on your knees, one of her thighs prompted up to your shoulder.

“So wet already, huh? All of this is just for me, right?”

–

The bedroom lights were dimmed, Larissa was unpinning her hair, now in her robe as she sat in front of her vanity and you were laying with your stomach under on the bed, watching her. Her eyes met yours in the mirror, the expected blush creeped to your cheeks like the many times before.

“Tell me about your day, dear. Did Margie or Margaret—whatever her name is—make further advances on you?”

“Her name’s actually Maggie, and yeah, kinda. She bought me another coffee and asked me if we could eat lunch together. I told her no, I kept the coffee though…”

“Mhmm, and what else?”

“Uh, she told me she’d wait? Like when I’m finally okay and all, which doesn’t make sense because I am okay—great even. And she said that I can come to her if I need a shoulder to cry on. She thinks I’m still grieving. She’s okay as a friend but past that? No thanks. I feel perfectly fine right here plus I’ve got more than a shoulder.”

The last sentence seemed to put a smile on her face so you smiled, too.

Once she was done and dressed, you scooted to your side of the bed to give her space. Larissa opened her arms, motioning for you to come closer so you did, wrapping your arms around her torso with your head nestled perfectly comfortable on her chest.

For months Larissa was firm on keeping things light, she never asked or demanded anything from you. She understood what she was, and where she stood. Your thoughts were your own for the longest, but as, whatever this was in between you, went on for longer than she was prepared for, she found herself caring for you enough to ask what she had been dying to since the beginning.

“Do you miss them?”

Larissa felt the air grew heavy, not necessarily awkward, only it was hard for her to breathe when you went quiet like this. She could feel you thinking, so she held you tight, afraid you’d leapt out of her arms and bolt away.

Then you breathed the word out like a confession you had been keeping for so long that it’d break you if held it in for one more second, “Yes,”

“I’m sure they’re proud of the woman you have become.”

“I’m not so sure about that. They never approved of any of this. They viewed my happiness as a sin. So, no, I don’t think they are but it would have been nice if they did.”

There was so much hidden pain, well concealed by the smile that could have easily fooled her, but the long pauses and the way you avoided her gaze gave it away.

“Plus they didn’t want me pursuing my, you know, ability. They had always been appalled by the thought of having a freak daughter. They were a couple of hypocrites if you ask me. They celebrated others but they kept me in the dark. Always telling me to be normal. I never knew why they treated me like that.”

Larissa couldn’t believe this. Your parents were good people (now she doubted that) they attended charity events for the school and donated a fortune, they seemed enthralled by the outcast community so to hear this from you, she was heartbroken. To think that they did this to their own daughter… She hugged you closer, planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. Her heart was aching like it was a physical pinch.

“That's why I left the soonest I could. They were suffocating me.”

It was hell, that decision forced you to endure a heightened level of stress and struggles, it showed you what real exhaustion was like when you thought you had enough of it while sitting on your desk at two in the morning rushing to do your maths homework.

You wanted to laugh about it now until your belly hurts. You wanted your parents to see wherever on earth or beyond they were, that you were finally at peace, that you had somehow ended up with the decent life they said you could never have just because of you who were.

You caught yourself going too far with your thoughts when you felt Larissa gently squeezed you, wordlessly checking if you were okay.

“It’s fine. It was something I had to live with until I no longer needed to.”

Larissa chose the silence over further speaking out her thoughts. Your emotions were obviously high, she didn’t want it to reign over you although you were considerably calm but who knew what else was going on in your head right now and she’d rather not risk it.

Aside from holding you impossibly close, the shapeshifter sought for your hand and linked your fingers together making you grin like a fool against her. You weren’t big on physical intimacy before, thought of it as gross at some point, but that was because you didn’t have intimate relationships with anyone and seeing others do it without understanding what it really felt like made the idea so repulsive and overrated.

Now you craved it. You welcomed it as long as it was from her.

“Rissa?”

“Hm, yes?”

“I want blueberry pancakes for breakfast.”

The woman chuckled, the vibrations going straight to your ear, filling you with positive energy and so much happiness.

“Alright, we’ll have blueberry pancakes in the morning.”

“Thanks.”

–

Earlier that week…

“Larissa Weems?” She stood up from the waiting room as soon as she heard her name being called.

The staff held out the brown envelope with a smile too pleasant for it to be true. It irked her.

She had been on edge the second she came in, and so, Larissa didn’t return anything warmly, instead she was like a cat baring her teeth to anyone who’d dare to make small talk with her like the young couple who was sitting close to her talking her ears off.

She snatched the envelope too roughly with her gloved hand. She didn’t thank anyone or even offered a polite smile. As soon as she had it she went straight for exit leaving everyone stunned and exchanging looks.

“Someone’s dick is getting cut off tonight.” Someone's husband joked, earning a jab on his ribs from his wife.

She heard that but she didn’t care.

Larissa sat in her car, it was still parked behind the clinic, she held the envelope and ripped it open.

It was her copy of the results. HCG test results.

There were two pages, Larissa skimmed over the first part with her heart racing and her breath shaking.

Larissa was forced to hold her breath as she muttered the words aloud.

“hCG Level: 13 mUI/ml”

“An hCG level between 6 and 24 mIU/mL may require retesting or further evaluation.”

When she realized her period was delayed she pondered if this was what her Doctor debriefed from their last encounter as a premature menopause, however she lacked certain signs and symptoms to further support the idea.

That was how she knew she had to take the tests. So while you peacefully slept, Larissa took two from her cabinet and did it in her office bathroom.

They came out negative. Of course they were, she wanted to laugh at herself for thinking otherwise. It would have been impossible to conceive knowing you were biologically a female but at what extent did science draw the line? Especially if being an outcast affected it and some supernatural shit.

She couldn’t be so sure so right after you left that morning, she drove to the next town and had it done there.

She thought having it printed in papers with charts and numbers would make her feel better.

It didn’t.

Oooh so the results came and it's somehow tricky because it's not low enough to be negative but all not high enough to positive...

Hmmm and they're using condoms now 🫢

Anyway, thank you so much for everyone who had good things to say about this fic and to those who wanted another part :)) I appreciate it all :))

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #larissa weems imagine #principal larissa weems #gwendoline christie imagines #larissa weems smut #Some g!p action #billiedeansbitch

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weemssapphic · 1 year

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🦖 🦋

🦖 Favorite extinct animal? oooh i am a huge fan of wooly mammoths ahaha

🦋 Describe yourself in three words. let's go with loyal, understanding aaaand excitable

#asks #ask game #billiedeansbitch #thank youuu <3

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lavendercrow136 · 1 month

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CHAPTER ANNOUNCEMENT

Hello friends, just wanted to hop on here and let you know that a new chapter of I will love you through it all has been released and to thank you for being patient with me. I hope the wait for the new chapter was worth it, I am hoping I will be able to begin posting chapters regularly again but you know how life goes. We can't and don't always get you want.But I still wanted to thank you for being patient and baring with me,

love always,

Lavendercrow136

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just-your-casual-nerd · 1 year

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Master List of Fics I like Pt. 3

2nd Note: If Someone wants me to take their fic or another fic off, let me know and it will be done. I don't want to offend anyone or make them upset.

3rd Note: I officially have so many more fics I like that won’t fit on my other master lists, lol. I hope you find this helpful for you all!!

Larissa Weems: 🥰

Find What You Desire By: pro-weems-places

Begging By: Prettygreenpills

Private Dancer | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Sex in the Flowers By: mandy-asimp

Headmistress By: Prettygreenpills

Fear of Losing By: liliweems

Sweet anniversary By: Prettygreenpills

Pasta and a bit of Magic By: leonorasbabygirl

in my head (series) By: weemssapphic

Staying After By: sharedramblings

Nightmares By: starrknessblog

baked with love By: billiedeansbitch

Let’s Try something new | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Vengeance By: rippersz

I Love You By: pebbleswritessometimes

Darling please | fluff By: v3nusxsky

Fuck Me Dirty By: cissyenthusiast010155

You’re not mad? | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Painted Doubts By: alexusonfire

Asking For It By: cissyenthusiast010155

Precious doll | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

First time pt. 2 (one of my favs) By: cissyenthusiast010155

A writers muse By: littledollll

Play a game | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Misunderstanding By: pebbleswritessometimes

So desperately blind By: leonorasbabygirl

You’re safe my love By: v3nusxsky

Be my good doll~ NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Valentine’s By: pebbleswritessometimes

Keep Reading By: billiedeansbitch

Way to shy for that By: leonorasbabygirl

Use me, i’m yours By: weemssapphic

My safe person | Agere By: v3nusxsky

Forever? Forever. By: littledollll

Safe space | fluff By: v3nusxsky

Five days, four nights (part 2) By: billiedeansbitch

Lipstick Stains-Pt.2 By: weemssapphic

Injured wings By: v3nusxsky

A Perfect Fit (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Dangerous Games By: dianneking

Admittance By: rippersz

Just For You By: sharedramblings

Come back to bed darling | Fluff By: v3nusxsky

You little minx | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Untouchable By: littledollll

Chosen mother By: v3nusxsky

Larissa Weems x fem!reader By: youranonymousauthor

First time pt. 1 (one of my favs) By: cissyenthusiast010155

It’s gones! | Agere By: v3nusxsky

Never a burden to me By: v3nusxsky

Your pleasure is mine By: littledollll

Innocent dove | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Let me by your girl By: v3nusxsky

Hyde and need (so good, made me cry) By: alder-saan

Not odd but unique | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Late bloomer By: v3nusxsky

Multitalented By: littledollll

Not so dirty secret | fluffy NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Accidentally on purpose | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

A New Start pt. 3 (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Violet soul By: yourlocaldisneyvillan

Morning Kisses By: sharedramblings

You’re rightful place | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Pleasant interruptions By: milfmuses

Even in my worst lies, you saw my truth in me By: averyalaska

Bunny. By: cherrysweetdevine

Lipstick stains. By: cherrysweetdevine

A love like yours. By: cherrysweetdevine

The sound of heartbeat. By: cherrysweetdevine

The perfect way to end a long, hard day. By: cherrysweetdevine

Stood Up (part 2) (NSFW) By: milfsloverblog

Happy to see you | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

In Deep By: spoilmesweetieforficssake

Only Pretending #9 By: Tanith-rhea

A willing sacrifice | angst By: v3nusxsky

To People Watch One Person By: rippersz

Kiss me By: billiedeansbitch

My minx | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Call it revenge By: littledollll

Staying After By: sharedramblings

Satisfied By: weemssappic

Almost Caught By: starrknessblog

Grandma Morticia {L. Weems} By: illegal-heartbreaker

Nightwalker By: milfswriter

My brat | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Punishment By: littledollll

Only Pretending #8 By: tanith-rhea

When the lights go down By: weemssapphic

Five days, four nights [part 1] By: billiedeansbitch

Old Wounds, New Dances By: alexusonfire

Her Little Love By: littledollll

The first heat with you | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

New Years Kiss By: daydream-cement

A New Start pt. 4 (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Tattoos & Bruises: Chapter 6 By: mistressweems

Lunch date By: v3nusxsky

Try me | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Girl in Red (lips) By: gwensfreak

The Proposal By: ladylarissaweems

Vengeance By: rippersz

Zebra By: alder-saan

A new lipstick By: purplexxsloth

Play thing | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Call me Larissa By: purplexxsloth

Pasta and a bit of Magic By: leonorasbabygirl

Brienne of Tarth:😊

Battle field By: littledollll

Miranda Hilmarson: 😘

Records By: bobia13

Clingy By: daydream-cement

Pussy is God By: hausoffilth

Lucifer: 😈

Violet Soul: Chapter 2 By: yourlocaldisneyvillain

Brainless pet By: littledollll

The Devils Maid By: rippersz

Pretty Tears By: littledollll

Love language: acts of service By: littledollll

Comfort In Hell By: Littledollll

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