#larissa butterfly

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

#larissa ione #social butterfly pr #1001 dark nights #bond of passion #release blitz #demonica series

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hi this is a very simple and kinda vague request, but i'd luv a larissa x fem reader fic involving feet or hand play? either that or something involving the reader realizing she really likes how larissa smells when she comes home from work and larissa starts to tease her and encourages her to smell her while they're fucking because of that. maybe both! hope this isn't too weird lol

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 - [𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝟏𝟖+]

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𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐟!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: ~3k 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: fluff !! teasing, NSFW, Reader receiving, g!p Larissa, hand kink, choking kink, slight marking, vaginal fingering, mirror sex, begging, praise kink, mommy kink, shape shifted dick, what a way to come back ohmygods

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: see above

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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The crackling fireplace painted dancing shadows against the dark walls, creating a show of golden hues just feet before you. The warmth emanating from the soft flames filled you with a peaceful comfort with each bursting ember. Soft, worn pages of a book sat in your hands, the universe that it created in your mind was almost impossible to keep up with, as it kept clouding over with thoughts of her.

The mere thought of her name casted a spell over your senses, making your heart swell and your stomach fill with butterflies. Images of her echoed through your mind, your heart quickening in pace as you did so. You were so consumed with the show of her in your mind, that the book had become long forgotten, as your eyes focused on the flickering firelight.

You felt the rumble of her laughter echo in the chambers of your mind, the softness of her touch as though it was tracing invisible patterns against your skin, the tenderness of her lips as they kissed along your body as though it was a masterpiece, the pleasure of her tongue as though she-

The metallic sound of a key turning in the lock cut through the quiet of your quarters, closing all previous thoughts and jolting you back into reality. The world outside your thoughts immediately rushed back in, leaving only the lingering emotions of them in their place. Your chest heaved slightly, a noticeable heat rushing to your face and making your whole body hot as you caught onto your most recent thoughts.

You quickly composed yourself, inhaling deeply in attempt to settle the small heat igniting within you. Standing slowly as you let out the breath, you placed your book onto the side table, the pages neglected as the fire still roared on and danced behind you. You stepped closer as the door slowly swung open, an excitement filling your chest knowing that she stood behind it. The sight of her stilled the air in your lungs, your lips parting ever so slightly as you took in her beauty.

Her white hair, almost glowing with the light of the flames behind you, was perfectly pinned in her flawless updo, each strand falling together perfectly with each other in every twist she pinned. The pin at the back of her head concealed the length of the silvery locks, but came together to show her grace and elegance all the same. The dress she wore clung onto her every curve, the sleek grey becoming a canvas to her form, allowing her sapphire eyes to pop with the cool tones. The collar of the dress flared out just enough to draw attention to her neck and the delicate lines of her collarbones. The belt that tied around her waist framed her hips in a way that made your mouth water. Gold accents adorned her wrists and neck, being the final touch of warmth that brought out the beauty of her tall frame.

As she entered the room, it was as though all the gods worked in her favor. The light from the flames lighting up her features, yet the dark colors of the room giving her command over it all if she were to say a word.

You must have been staring for too long, your eyes moving up and down along her form to drink in every detail that it snapped you back to the present when you felt her hand trace along your jawline. Her delicate fingers smoothed up the features of your face, cupping your cheek in her palm before laying a gentle kiss against your lips. It was warm, tender as though it was translating a million unsaid words: perfect.

"Hello, my dear.." Her voice was just as serene, overflowing with the happiness and love as though it were day one all over again. Her lips shadowed over your own as she spoke, delicate in all her movements as though she would break you like porcelain. The scent of her perfume overtook your senses, the intoxicating smell of her being so strong that it made your eyes roll back slightly and a deep breath of it fill your lungs.

"Hi, my love.." Your voice was just above a whisper, but running deep with the effect that she had on you. She had known for a while just how drunk you could get on the smell of her alone, and since then she made it a point to wear a little more every so often.

You allowed her to settle into your quarters, her heels quickly coming off with a distinct click of each heel. As she moved deeper into the room, all her items found their familiar homes, making your heart swell knowing this was a place of home to her. Your gaze lingered on her form, watching as comfort seemed to overtake her, her shoulders relaxing and her face coming to a content calm. It was hard not to fall in love with her all over again just at the simplest of things.

You followed behind her with two wine glasses and her favorite bottle, as she moved to sit on the couch in front of the fire. This was one of your favorite ways to unwind with her, and relishing in each others company was something that you would always cherish.

Though.. your thoughts from earlier always had a way of coming back in, especially now that she was even more of a delicious distraction being in front of you.

She spoke about her day, going through the details of her meetings and any particularly interesting emails she had to deal with today. The way she spoke with her hand was mesmerizing, easily capturing you in a trance due to your already heated thoughts about her, as your eyes devoured every detail of her long fingers. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, your breathing hitch and your mouth water as you remembered just what those fingers could do to you.. How she could so easily have you at her mercy.. digging into your flesh and leaving crescent marks in their wake, trailing along your skin and rising goosebumps with each pass, have your back arching and your hips swaying with one simple touch-

"Y/n.. Could you repeat what I just said, my dear?" Her voice shocked you back into your body, the rapid blinking of your eyes and the small jump when she had said your name giving you away immediately. She seemed amused at your blush, the pink hue only making a smirk come to her red painted lips as she caught on to where your thoughts were.

"I- U-Um.. You-" As you spoke, her fingers trailed up your arm, smoothly tracing against your skin and leaving electricity in her path. The rest of your words were cut off when her fingers made it to your collarbones, eventually curling their way around your throat and squeezing oh so gently.

The sensation made your eyes roll back as they fluttered shut, your fingertips gripping onto the hem of your skirt as you felt her move closer to your form, her breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. "What exactly is floating through the pretty head of yours, darling?"

You could feel your heart rate pick up, especially with her fingers resting just above your pulse point, and you were sure she could feel it too. The way your thighs clenched together and how a small whimper left your throat as she squeezed harder were all signs of how the night would go.

"Your- mmph.. your fingers.." Your chest heaved in pleasureful desperation as her lips moved down your neck, her fingers pushing against your jaw and allowing her room to flatten her tongue against your skin. Arousal shot right through to your core, and she'd barely even touched you.

She pushed you down slightly, your hair sprawling out against the cushion as she shifted perfectly between you legs. Her lips met yours in a hungry kiss, her tongue smoothing over your bottom lip as she pushed her hips against your core. Your gasp gave her the opportunity to explore your mouth, the opportunity to start to devour you..

Her fingers worked on the buttons of your collared shirt, quickly exposing more of your skin to her. When she reached the last button, she pulled the garment off completely and took a moment to trace over your skin, her lips gently pulling away from yours as her hands met the skin of your torso. Her fingers lightly scratched against your sides before smoothing their way up to beneath your breasts. Her thumbs worked their way under your bra, her fingertips smoothing over your nipples and causing a whimper to leave your throat.

Before long, your bra was discarded as well, her lips making their way down against your skin and leaving deep marks against it. One of your hands tangled into her hair, disrupting the perfect curls with each tug of pleasure you gave her. Once her tongue smoothed over your right bud, any hopes of staying quiet had left, the need for her building within you even before she was present. She worked on both buds, forming both into hard peaks and giving them both attention before she was satisfied.

When she moved up to capture your lips again, her gaze met blown pupils swirling with lust. You crashed your lips into hers, one hand pulling her in from the back of her neck while the other rested behind you for balance. She was quick to move you into her arms, carrying you to your bed with ease.

She sat down on the edge, placing you onto her lap after getting rid of the rest of your clothes, though slight confusion came over you when your back was to her front.

It didn't take you long to realize why, when she rested one hand back against your throat while the other toyed with your breasts. Your eyes darkened at the sight in front of you - you welcoming her fingers into your mouth with a deep moan, your legs spread open and showing your glistening folds - for the mirror in front of you gave you the best view of what was would come.

"Mmm.. you like Mommy's fingers, hmm?" You felt your brain short circuit at the sound of her voice, at the sound of her title making its way through your ears and building a home inside your rapidly beating heart. You felt the heat course through you as your tongue swirled around her digits, and it showed in the reflection that it was getting increasingly harder for you to wait the more you got drunk on her.

She pulled her fingers from your mouth with a trail of your saliva attached to the ends of them, your breathing labored and filled with lust as you looked into her eyes through the reflection. She nipped the skin of your shoulder, while her other hand traced over the marks she had already painted against you. You were so focused on her lips, that you didn't notice her hand trail down to your core, until she teased against your slit, running her fingers through your folds and making your back arch as a gasp left your lips.

You threw your head back as her fingers began circling your clit, but it didn't last long as her other hand moved your gaze back to the mirror, making you watch her fingers get coated in your slick, how they toyed with the sensitive bud with just enough pressure to make you beg for more, how they circled your entrance soon after, making you clench around nothing.

"Ple- Please- mmn gods please.." Your voice was desperate, full of lust and the undying need to feel her inside of you. It wasn't something that didn't go unnoticed, two of her fingers thrusting into you soon after and making your hips buck into her touch.

"Watch the mirror, sweet girl.. You think you can do that for Mommy?" Her voice took over your senses and felt as though it was consuming you whole. It rang out like a low, velvety rumble with promises of more as each one of her hot breaths trailed against your skin.

Fuck..

"Yes- mm~ yes.." Your half-lidded eyes turned back to the reflection, your breasts rising and falling with each of your heavy breaths as more and more pleasure ran through your body. You watched as she thrusted in and out of you, her fingers curling in just the right spot to have moans flooding out from your mouth and into the dark evening.

"Such a good girl for me.. Taking Mommy's fingers so well.. Oh, look at you.." You could tell with how dark her eyes got, how husky her voice was that this was doing something to her as well. Your body at her mercy as she brought moan after moan to escape your lips. "Good girl.."

Each of her thrusts grew rougher, quicker in pace, and your thighs began to tremble with your impending orgasm. You did your best to watch the way her fingers fucked into you, disappearing with pleasure and watching them come all the way out again, only for the motion to repeat over and over.

Her fingers curled with precision, her other hand toying with your nipples and sending your body rushing towards a peak. You clenched around her fingers hard with each thrust, loving how they felt inside of you. It was all consuming, building up the coil in your abdomen until your peak crashed into you, wrecking through your body as her ministrations didn't stop.

Your body shook with pleasure, taking every new thrust she gave you as you turned into putty in her arms.. but you couldn't help but want.. crave.. need more.. And it seemed as though she had the same thoughts.

The sight of you coming undone in front of her was too much to bare, her own heat building itself up in her body and causing her desire for you to push itself forward. She shifted you onto the mattress, watching as she discarded her clothes after licking her fingers clean. The sight made a moan escape your lips, your own cum disappearing from the actions of her tongue and her pale skin becoming completely exposed to you made your mouth water.

She settled herself between your legs and you couldn't help but pull her down, crashing your lips into hers for an all consuming kiss, tasting yourself on her tongue. Your tongues danced together as you both nearly begged to be impossibly closer.

You pulled away, your lips centimeters away from hers. Your voice was a whisper, but translated so much urgency, so much desire that you knew she would fold when the words left your lips. "Please, Mommy.. I need you.."

Any resolve that Larissa had left faded as you watched her eyes grow impossibly darker, swirling with a hunger that was near insatiable. A growl left her throat before her lips were on yours again, though the kiss didn't last long, a gasp leaving your lips as you felt her hard member press against your core.

You immediately rolled your hips against her, earning a broken moan from the tall blonde. She moved to position herself, then slowly pushed into your entrance. Loud, unadulterated groans left you both as she pushed herself deeper and deeper into you, the stretch quickly becoming a delicious addiction.

As she started to move, it was as though all that existed was her. Each breath you took filled your lungs with her perfume, quickly making you intoxicated and full of her. Each thrust rocked your body with a deep hunger, the sound of your skin slapping together and your moans filling the room only seemed to serve you pleasure in tenfold.

"Please, please, please- I-I need-" A moan tearing through your throat had cut off your next words, her pace growing faster with each beg you were able to shoot out. Each thrust took you to new heights as she pulled nearly all the way out of you before pushing back in all the way.

"You feel so good.. Look at you taking me so well.." Her breathing was labored, her words paired with moans as her own pleasure was building itself up. Your peaks were close, her nails digging into your hips to leave crescent marks there, both of your moans growing louder.

Your mind grew hazy with the feeling of her so deep inside you, the pleasure building the coil up again as a chase towards euphoria. With a few more thrusts, you came hard, your body shuddering as you clenched around her. Her actions only continued as she chased her own high, soon letting out a deep, loud moan and filling you up, just moments later.

Your heavy breaths filled the room, your skin coated in a layer of sweat as you both focused on coming down from your highs.

She shuffled and moved to lay next to you, pulling you into her arms and tracing invisible patterns along your back. After your breathing settled, you slowly opened your eyes to meet deep sapphire ones, a smile coming to both of your lips as only love was reflected back at you.

You shuffled closer, burying your head in the crook of her neck to place soft kisses against her neck and jawline before resting completely against your lover. Your hands found their home against her skin, and the darkness of night mixed with the comfort of your lover made sleep an easy world for the both of you to slip into.

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𝐚/𝐧: IMMMMM BACCCCCKK!!!!

YO IM ACTUALLY SO SORRY I WAS GONE FOR SO LONG- the traveling got to me, and then finals season started, and then more traveling and a lot of other life things happened !!

BUT IM BACK AAHAHHAHHHH

this genuinely felt so good to write because i haven't even touched my writing in so long other that organizing everything in my notes to look better lmao

i know you all understand, and i couldnt be more grateful for that fact

here you go anon :,,,,))) im sosososo sorry for how long this took like holy fuck- i hope you enjoyed it

xx,

~ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰

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[weemsfreak]

We Fell In Love In October

This is late late, I have been working on it for so long but I have been busy. It is a fall/halloween story, sooo Happy Halloween!!

Larissa Weems x f!TeacherReader

Warnings: Mention of blood, fake weapon

Autumn held a special place in your heart. This time of year wasn't too chilly or overly warm, and you lived for fall fashion. Halloween, in your opinion, was the supreme holiday, and you'd fight anyone who said otherwise. You weren't particularly keen on horror or gruesome themes, as you were a bit of a pussy, but the mystery and dark undertones were totally your thing.

Donning your trusty combat boots and a burgundy sweater dress, you set out for the quad. The leaves descended gracefully from the trees, adorning both the ground and the sky with their vibrant hues of red, orange, and yellow. Lately, your thoughts have been preoccupied with Halloween costume ideas, an opportunity to indulge in your need to dress up, to temporarily adapt a different persona. You thought it was always interesting to not be yourself, or be a different version of yourself, even if it was just for a day. As you made your way down the path to the decorated school, you allowed the soothing sound of gravel and rustling leaves underfoot to envelop your senses. This morning  the students were having in a pumpkin carving contest, and you had a brilliant idea in mind for your class's entry.

"Chemistry!" you exclaimed, presenting your pumpkin idea to your class. Your students returned raised eyebrows and cheers, but it was fitting, you thought, considering you were the chemistry and potions teacher.

As the time for judging arrived, each class eagerly presented their carved pumpkins to the panel of judges, which comprised the school's secretary, the student council president, and Principal Weems. Your students had crafted their pumpkin to resemble a gory scene, complete with brain-like patterns painted on its top. It was an impressive sight, but there was a secret added touch.

When it was your class's turn to showcase their pumpkin, Wednesday and Enid took the lead. Wednesday had attached a small container filled with yeast and water, the vital catalyst, to the top interior of the pumpkin. All eyes in the quad were fixated on her as she raised a carving knife and plunged it downward, piercing the pumpkin's 'brain'. In one swift motion, the knife was withdrawn, taking with it the pumpkin's  brain matter. Thick, crimson fluid followed, erupting from the pumpkin's top like a gory volcanic display. The audience's reactions ranged from collective "ew" and "gross" exclamations to screams, but you took note that Principal Weems, in stark contrast to some others, appeared unfazed. Your heart raced with excitement when you noticed a hint of a smirk on Wednesday's face. The audacious display, which was not well-received by others, brought her a sliver of joy, which in turn made your day successful.

Enid then cleared her throat and proceeded to explain the concept behind the pumpkin's gruesome spectacle.

"We employed a simple experiment of 30% hydrogen peroxide, dish soap, and red food coloring. When Wednesday stabbed Mr. Gourd of Gore here, she introduced yeast into the mixture as a catalyst, which triggered the rapid and bloody reaction." Enid then went on about the scientific principles at play, and you reveled in the amused expressions of your students. While you loved artistic and engaging activities with your students, you believed that there were valuable lessons to be learned in every aspect of life.

The principal approached the lectern with her signature smile, and you felt butterflies invade your stomach as she spoke.

"This event has been an absolute delight, brimming with fantastic ideas! I want to thank everyone who took part." You watched in awe as her gaze wandered through the audience, ultimately landing on you. She sent a sly grin your way as she subtly fluttered her lashes, before lowering her head to open the piece of paper she was holding.

"The victor of this competition is none other than 'The Gourd of Gore!'" Your students erupted in  cheers and applause, and Enid enthusiastically drug Wednesday up to the lectern to receive their prize.

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By day's end, you found yourself utterly drained. Your students had been unusually rowdy, likely due to the multiple anticipated fall-themed activities the principal had organized. The events that she was so enthused about included the harvest festival, a trip to a corn maze and pumpkin picking, and costume day. It hadn't escaped you, however, that Principal Weems had become noticeably less enthusiastic about these activities since the harvest festival.

As you descended the stairs toward the main entrance, your hand reached for the door handle. Just then, a familiar voice cut through the air, though it was far from pleasant. This was not the velvety tone or accent that pleased your ears, no. Instead, it was a voice of judgment, a gravely voice. You heard the words, a sentence that made your teeth clench in anger as you quickly travelled towards it.

"Boys, look at this lesbian."

Wide eyed you turned the corner and immediately spotted the source, Kyle, laughing with his friends. You glanced around to see who the target of his ridicule was, and your eyebrows knit in disbelief when you found her. She was stopped in her tracks, blinking, silent, inhibited. You, too, froze, trying to comprehend the situation until your anger took over.

"Slenderman, she's woman Slenderman!" Kyle hollered, pointing at her as he hunched over in hysterics. Principal Weems still stood, her mouth agape and her eyes wide, rendered silent. You watched the gears turning in her mind, knowing she should address the situation, but reluctant to respond to such insult, such an audacious comment from a man, a boy.

"Kyle!" you seethed, striding purposefully toward him, your fists clenched. Kyle turned to face you, his eyes widening. "You will never judge someone for things beyond their control, you will never judge a woman, full stop," you said, your anger evident.

"You will never understand what it's like to walk in someone else's shoes. Apologize to Principal Weems this instant."

Ironically, it seemed that Kyle was more frightened of you than he was of Principal Weems, as he would never dare say such derogatory remarks to you, or so you thought.

Kyle's smug expression transformed into a sly smile as he turned toward the principal. She had ventured closer now, and she met his gaze with her lips pursed.

"I want to hear it from her," he said, narrowing his eyes at her. He then pointed directly at you, "Or does a teacher need to stand up for the principal, huh? You're even more bitchy than her" he chuckled, smiling at you menacingly.

"Detention tomorrow at 4, Mr. Dunn." The principal spoke with force, her tone abrupt enough to make you flinch. She straightened to her full height as she stared down at Kyle with the heat of the sun. Leaning closer to him, she lightly pressed her finger to his chest. She spoke quietly, yet you could hear how the words hissed through her teeth.

"If you fail to attend, this 'lesbian Slenderman' will see to it that you are expelled."

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You were not particularly hard on your students, but you weren't easy on them either. You had standards, you hated laziness, and you had no patience for any foolish behavior. Of course you were human too, you understood where the line was between slacking and being inhibited, between acting out and having fun. Larissa admired your character, you knew what you wanted and you weren't scared to voice it. Occasionally, she heard students whisper about how you were 'worse' than her, but she honestly got a kick out of it.

Lunch today was provided by the Weathervane, courtesy of Marilyn, who settled down with you at your desk.

"Okay,  I got three different sandwich's, so you can pick. I also got a hot chocolate, a matcha latte, and a chai tea!"

Marilyn went on to talk about the planned events, pulling both chuckles and eye rolls from you. She was delightful to talk to, but there was a point, the red head just had so much energy. The principal walked through your door suddenly and slowly made her way to your desk. Your head snapped to her as soon as you heard her enter and you offered her the biggest smile, joy filling your body and pouring out of the seams. Marilyn turned around to find the principal when she noticed your change in demeanour.

"Oh! Hi Principal Weems" she chirped.

"Marilyn, Y/N" the principal greeted smoothly. Marilyn faced you once again, her observation catching you off guard. "You know y/n, you're a lot like Wednesday" she commented.

Your smile faded as you looked at her, "What?"

 It wasn't exactly an insult, per se, but you had no clue where she was going with this.

"Well, you're usually pretty neutral, and you don't smile much or seem to express much enjoyment." You cut Marilyn off with a glare, unsure of what she was implying. "But, whenever you see something or someone that you really like, you light up!" Marilyn finished with a smile.

You blinked in surprise, not realizing you had such a noticeable reaction. You glanced at the principal, who was giving you a knowing smirk. Oh this was embarrassing, you didn't mean to do that, you didn't mean to be so obvious. Sure, when you looked at Larissa you got butterflies, you felt warm and fuzzy, and your lips involuntarily stretched into a smile so big that your eyes almost shut, but did you not smile otherwise? Were you really that unapproachable?

When you said nothing, the principal spoke up.

"I wanted to compliment you on your pumpkin idea from the other day, y/n."

Marilyn had finished eating and decided to excuse herself as she bid you both goodbye. Once she left, the tall woman took her seat. She agreed with Marilyn, you were a bit like Wednesday. She had taken notice of a change in your demeanour, from watching your reserved nature when around your students or others, to when you were around her. She found it incredibly endearing and cute, how she seemed to make you happy with her presence alone.

The principal batted her lashes at you, "I thought your classes pumpkin was quite intelligent. It was well executed, if you know what I mean."

 You giggled, "Thank you Larissa, I knew the students would like it."

Larissa smirked as she looked you up and down, her voice dropping an octave, "I was quite impressed."

A blush so deep formed on your cheeks that Larissa had to hold back a laugh. Attempting to avert her gaze, you noticed that Marilyn had left the third drink on your desk. You pushed it towards the woman, "Hot chocolate?"

Larissa accepted gladly, wondering if you knew of her love for hot chocolate. "Would you like to join me for a drink tonight? My office, 7pm?" Larissa watched you with hopeful eyes as she forced the question out of her mouth.

You were surprised, allowing your face to contort into one of confusion before you realized that you had.

"Oh, of- of course!" you stammered.

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Nervously, you entered the Principal's office and sat down at her instruction. She smiled down at you as she neared the couch and offered you a glass of red. You two chatted about autumn and the Nevermore family for a while, but you couldn't help but notice Larissa shivering slightly. You realized that she had a blanket on her lap, and there was no fire lit as usual.

"Larissa are you cold? Why don't I light a fire for you?"

Larissa sighed and glanced at the fireplace, gesturing with her hand in dismissal. "I just haven't had the chance to get more wood. I'll be fine."

You smirked at her, "Nonsense, I got you." Standing up, you walked over to the fireplace and knelt down in front of it. Placing your hand on the cold stone floor, a warm fire appeared right before you. You returned to the couch, and Larissa blinked at you in amazement, a smile gracing her lips. You chuckled at the woman as you sent her a wink, "I'm magic."

"Thank you for standing up for me the other day."

Larissa spoke quietly as she looked into the crackling fire, breaking the silence. "I wasn't myself, I was caught up in my head, and when Kyle insulted me I- I just didn't know what to say because, well, he's right."

You set your eyes on golden hair and pale skin illuminated with an orange glow. You furrowed your brows at her, he was right?

"What? Kyle? He's not right. He's rude, judgemental, he doesn't care about anyone."

Larissa nodded her head in agreement as she hummed, "Yes, he definitely needs something, discipline of some sort." She looked over to you, her gaze boring into your own, and you suddenly understood what she meant. You took her hand in yours and leaned closer to the woman, "What was he right about, Larissa?"

The principal didn't pull way, but you cold tell by her body language that she was bracing herself for rejection.

"I am a lesbian, and I am as tall as slenderman" she chuckled, swallowing the lump in her throat. You let out a scoff that was followed by a laugh, and you gripped her hand tighter in reassurance. You smiled at her, "Well, if that's the case, you're the most beautiful lesbian slenderman that I've ever seen."

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You were overly excited to visit the corn maze and pumpkin patch. You loved picking out pumpkins and gourds, white ones, black ones, painting them and decorating with them. You took in the crisp autumn day as the chatter of the students was heard in the background, it brought you peace.

As you helped organize the students at the start of the corn maze and settled yourself at the back of the group, Larissa made her way to your side. The woman in charge of the corn maze then asked for the students' attention. "Alright then, the pumpkin patch will be found at the end of the corn maze, enjoy!"

Just as the students began their journey through the maze, she added a "Oh I forgot to mention, there's a bit of mud in the maze, so hopefully you're all wearing boots!"

You immediately turned your attention to Larissa. You were dressed in cozy fall attire and your boots, but you knew that she was, in fact, not. Larissa, in her infinite wisdom, had chosen fashion over function by wearing high heels. A light blush graced her cheeks as she realized why you were looking at her. "Maybe I'll stay behind," she casually suggested. You knew how much Larissa had been looking forward to this event, listening to her talk about wanting to pick pumpkins from the patch. You were about to agree with her, offering to select pumpkins on her behalf, but a better idea popped into your mind.

"Well, let's see how muddy it is. Maybe you can get around it!" you said with a playful grin.

After a few turns of the maze, you realized that Larissa wouldn't simply be able to 'get around it.' "Shit," you muttered as you gazed at the muddy path ahead. Larissa sighed, "Well, I tried." Your eyes sparkled as you looked up at the woman, and you couldn't resist the chance to be her knight in shining armor, or whatever version of that you were.

"Principal Weems," you declared, playfully bowing to her, "It's clear you missed the memo about fall footwear, but fear not, for I shall carry you over the mud."

Larissa raised an eyebrow, her expression one of surprise and delight. "What?" she asked, shaking her head.

"I will carry you, if you wish," you replied, offering her your hand. Reluctantly, she looked between you, her heels, and the mud, before finally placing her hand in yours. You carefully lifted her into your arms bridal style, reveling in the delighted giggle she let out as you scooped her legs off the ground.

With each step through the mud, you tried to watch your footing, but your focus remained on her. She was so close to you, clinging to you tightly as you did her. A huge smile lit up her face as she took in the scenery, and your heart swelled at the thought of her enjoying herself with you.

As you carried Larissa through the maze, she pointed out various things to make the experience fun. The maze was not particularly long, so you arrived at the pumpkin patch before you knew it. As you gently set Larissa back on her feet, you realized that you hadn't noticed when the mud ended, and you had carried her the entire way. Maybe she hadn't seen the end of the mud either, or maybe she simply didn't want to mention it.

The pumpkin patch spread out before your eyes, an array of different shapes, sizes, and shades of orange, white, and dark green. You picked your way through the field, choosing a white pumpkin and two different-sized orange ones. You watched the principal as she carefully padded up the rows of pumpkins. You wanted to laugh, her hands clasped in front of her, posture straight as a board. She was observing the scenery before her, and so were you. Your attention was diverted to the students, who ran around in a competitive game to find the perfect pumpkin. You watched them for a while, reminiscing about the carefree days of your youth when you, too, could play and have fun.

Your gaze returned to Larissa, who was a few rows away from you, getting help with cutting a large white pumpkin from its vine. Despite getting lost in the fall endeavour, you remembered that you were, in fact, a teacher.

"Be careful please, I don't want anyone tripping over vines and getting hurt!"At the sound of your voice, the principal looked up at the students. They were still playing the game and having fun, but they were noticeably being careful. She then shifted her gaze in your direction and silently mouthed a thank-you, winking at you.

Exiting the maze was more challenging than entering it. You opted for a different route, hoping for less mud, but you soon discovered that it was no better. You and Principal Weems had been keeping up with the students until you noticed that she was no longer by your side. You halted when you felt the absence of her presence and looked down at the ground. It seemed you were standing in a sea of mud, and it extended as far as you could see.

"Crap," you muttered under your breath. You turned and walked back to Larissa, who was chucking at you profusely.

"What's wrong? Am I heavier than you had anticipated?" Your cheeks reddened as you looked up at the woman, she was actually lighter than you had expected, or perhaps you were just stronger.

"Of course not. I would carry you any day, my lady."

Making your way through the maze with Larissa in your arms was tough. You both got caught in a dead end a couple of times, Larissa's laugh when you did enlightening your heart immensely. You placed her down when there was no mud, as she insisted, but when the mud returned, you scooped her back up. Eventually you caught sight of the end of the mud and realized that the maze would soon be ending. You held in a laugh as you purposely took a wrong turn and ended up at a dead end again.

"Oh frig me and my horrible sense of direction" you said, smirking at the woman in your arms. Larissa let out a loud laugh and made your breath hitch as she pressed her cheek to yours, hugging you close. She knew what you were doing, and she thought you were adorable.

"You're a joy to be around, darling."

🎃

After the schools rendezvous, you ventured to the Weathervane. Standing in line, you were trying, and failing, to decide on a drink. Your attention was rather focused on something else, like a tall blonde standing a few people ahead of you. So lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice when a student made his way to your side.

"Principal Weems and the mayor huh? Bet they're banging."

Kyle said it so nonchalantly that it took your brain a minute to register, it was so unhinged and random. You turned to him wide eyed, ready to knock him out, but as you shifted your gaze, he was beelining to the exit of the Weathervane. You stood with your mouth open in shock, unable to formulate a response or punishment for that statement. Leaning to the side, you glanced ahead and realized that Larissa was indeed in line with the mayor.

Larissa and the mayor, Larissa and the mayor. They worked together, they had a cooperation, but it wasn't like that, was it?

The more you thought about it, the more you rejected that theory. But the more you thought about it, the more bothered you got. You couldn't shake the growing jealousy.

Visions of them together invaded your thoughts, an ethereal frame against, well, a man. Large hands on soft thighs, plump red lips on rough ones, delicate pale skin against hairy skin, the sounds she would create, sounds you wanted to hear, sounds of - "No!"

You shook your head frustratedly, forgetting yourself. This kid made you angry, Larissa made you irrational, the thought of her with someone else made you insane. Up ahead, you noticed Larissa had directed her attention toward you and offered a warm smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she waved. It was as if she knew you were thinking about her, although you hoped she didn't. You were far too flustered to even smile back, and you didn't have a clue of what to do about Kyle. So, you made the quick decision to take your leave, before you did or said something stupid.

🎃

Since Halloween was on a Saturday, Friday was costume day. You had thought hard about what or who you wanted to dress up as, and you finally settled on an idea. A rather clever idea, as you thought she would get a kick out of it. You handed treats to your students and complimented them on their costumes. Some students didn't dress up, and some dressed up just to spite others.

"Are you supposed to be Principal Weems?" Wednesday asked, looming over your table in the quad. You swallowed your lunch, nodding at the girl. "Uh yes, kind of" you chuckled. Wednesday looked you up and down, nodding in approval. "I like it" she said before walking away.

At days end you made your way through the halls. You were disappointed about your lack of Halloween plans, especially since your favorite holiday was on a Saturday. You were also extremely disappointed that you hadn't seen Principal Weems today, perhaps she was busy.

Taking the longer way to your quarters, you stopped as you approached the hallway which held the principals office. Your feet had involuntarily brought you this way, and now that you were here, they would walk you right past her door. As you entered the hallway, Kyle popped out of nowhere and scared the absolute crap out of you.

"Hi Ms" he said, standing directly in front of you as he gazed around frantically. Your face scrunched as you looked down at him in question, he was definitely up to something.

"Kyle, what are you doing?" Kyle turned to look at the large doors behind him before he turned his attention to you.

"I'm just uh, supervising the hallway. It's nice outside, go enjoy the day" he said, desperately trying to usher you away. "What do you mean supervising? Why are-" You were cut off by a horrified scream, a scream that sounded like it came from her office. Your head swivelled to the doors before your gaze locked on Kyle.

"What did you do!?" you growled at him. He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, "I didn't do anything!"

You scoffed and made your way frantically to the doors, but you were stopped by Kyle grabbing your hand and putting himself in your path. "Don’t go in there! Principal Weems said that she doesn't want to be bothered."

You shook your hand lose from his grip and stared down at him menacingly.

"Get out of here now, or you will be in so much trouble so help me god" you spat. You stepped around him without question and entered the principal's office, almost slamming the door behind you. You scanned the office quickly and found nothing out of the ordinary, except for a box on the desk. Walking towards it, sounds of sniffles and whimpers became louder until you found the principal. You hurried around the desk and almost fell to your knees at the sight of the woman sitting on the floor in tears. She covered her face with one hand, and held a photo in the other. Before you could ask her what was wrong, your eyes landed on the photo. Dark ink printed a picture of you, lying on the floor covered in blood. Confused, you scrambled to your feet and peered into the box on her desk.

Inside was a pint of blood labelled with your name and a letter on top.

 Dear Principal Weems,

I believe I have taken the life of one of your staff. My deepest apologies, but my thirst does not discriminate.

Happy Halloween,

your favourite Vampire

"What the hell" you whispered, staring down at the note. Just then, it all fell into place. Kyle must have figured out that you had a thing for the principal, as he has seen you two together recently, and he has been super annoying about it. It was sly for him to use Larissa's care for you against her, and it was believable, after all he was a vampire. But why would he do this to her? It was an unnecessary, lousy prank.

You settled down on the floor next to the woman and took her hand in yours, throwing the photo to the side.

"Larissa" you whispered, stroking her arm. She let out a sob as she ignored you, it was like she didn't realize anyone had entered her office.

"Larissa I'm not dead" you said a little louder. You reached up to pull her other hand away from her face and she flinched at the contact. Her head spun to meet you in a panic, wide eyed she let out a gasp.

"D-darling! You’re here?!" she questioned, bringing her hand to cup your face to make sure that you were real. You placed your hand on top of hers as you giggled, "Yes Rissa, I'm not a ghost."

The principal closed her eyes and focused on her breathing as you watched her. She was extremely frazzled, not that one wouldn't be if they had found out one of your staff members (and hopefully friend) was murdered.

"Come, lets move to the couch" you offered as you stood and helped her do the same.

You sat close to the woman and looked down at the photo. "Someone's good at photoshop" you murmured.

Larissa reached out and slowly took it from you. You watched as she stared down at the photo, small tears escaping her as she tried to compose herself.

"So it's, it's just a prank?" she asked through sniffles.

You scooted closer to her and rubbed at her back soothingly, "Yes Riss, it's just a stupid prank. That's not my blood in that jar, hopefully it's not anyone's." The principal eventually calmed thanks to your presence. You noticed her attempt to put on her personal or perhaps professional façade, but she gave up as her nerves were far too shot.

She whispered, "I thought I had lost another Nevermore family member. I've been so on edge lately, I thought it had to be true."

You stopped all movements and leaned closer to her, looking her in the eyes. She wouldn't look at you.

"What do you mean another Nevermore family member?"

Larissa's gaze slowly but surely met yours, and you watched as her lower lip quivered.

"I haven't been entirely truthful with you" she murmured.

As you stared into pools of blue, you could see that she was hurting, she was tired. So, you decided to let it go, for now. "It's alright Rissa. Let's just deal with Kyle, shall we?"

Larissa nodded her head before looking back down at the photo, not wanting to deal with it at all. The thought of you dead, not being here with her anymore, not taking care of the students any longer, not carrying her through corn mazes, and not looking at her with those adoring eyes, made her heart break. She could no longer wait.

"Would you like to come to my house tomorrow? Perhaps we can hand out candy and watch a movie?"

Larissa looked down at you with hope as she wiped a tear from her cheek.

A smile instantly lit up your face, maybe Halloween would be fun after all. You nodded enthusiastically, and you watched the woman's expression brighten.

Until her brows knit. She looked you up and down, taking note of your elegant updo, your red lip, your pearl earrings, your high collared knee length dress, and your heels. You looked like her, a rather dark mysterious version of her, like she was the white swan and you were the black.

"Are you dressed like me?" she asked with a bit of insecurity. Of course, you did look like her, but she never thought that you would purposely dress like her. She didn't think you'd adapt her style, didn't think that she was beautiful, not enough for someone to want to look like her on purpose.

You let out an embarrassed giggle and nodded in confirmation as you played with your hands. A huge grin grew on the older woman's face and she let out a loud laugh. You smiled at her mascara smudged skin as she leaned in and took your face in her hands. Her eyes scanned your face before she looked you in the eye, "You are absolutely precious."

🎃

Draping a long black hooded dress over your body, you applied some dark makeup. You adjusted your hood and added a tattoo to your forehead, finishing your look as one of the Dimitrescu daughters. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you noted that you were rather creepy looking, even sans blood. Your intention wasn't to scare the kids, you didn't want to scare them, or maybe you did. You shrugged as you grabbed your fake sickle, making sure your powers were in check before setting out for the night.

You made your way through the woods, a torch being the only source of light besides the moon. You finally stumbled onto the road and giddily set out for the principals house. You had wanted to be there before it fell dark, but you had a matter to attend to where the darkness was paramount. So, you skipped down the road with your sickle in hand, enjoying the rustling leaves in the breeze of the night.

When you arrived at the principals house, there was a small line of trick or treaters. You watched from afar as she handed out treat bags, big ones at that, and made conversation with all of the kids. She looked over the moon to be seeing them all, asking about their costumes and plans for the night. Her red lipped smile was the cutest thing you've seen in your entire life, and all you wanted in the world was to kiss it off of her. Your gaze moved around her house, and you wondered how you missed all of the decorations. The large windows at the front of her house were lit up by orange, purple, and green lights from the inside, contrasting brightly against the dark outside. There were a couple pumpkins on the step, and one of those huge skeletons in her yard, the 12 foot one that you've always wanted. You decided to pop in line behind the kids, and you squinted your eyes at the woman, as if that would help you see better. She definitely had a costume on, was she a devil? You squealed internally as you took in her red horns, choker, and black cape. This was the first time you've seen her in black, and damn did it look good on her.

You held your sickle over your shoulder as you waited for the kid in front of you to leave and for blue eyes to meet yours. When they did, her jaw dropped slightly and she paused, looking you up and down.

"Y/n?!" she squeaked, shaking her head at you.

You smiled, "Hi Rissa!"

The woman pulled you into a half hug before stepping to the side, "Why are you in line? Come in darling."

You stepped into her house and immediately went wide eyed at the sight of the elaborate design.

"I was waiting for candy" you chuckled.

You saw Larissa's side smirk as she continued to pass the treat bags out, and you barely caught a chocolate bar that she sent flying your way.

🎃

You were passing out treats when some students arrived at the doorstep.

"Oh! Hi girls, how's it going?" you greeted.

"Great!" Enid squealed, pulling at Wednesday's hand in excitement. As Larissa appeared behind you to greet the students, she placed her hands on your shoulders, sending a shiver down your spine. "Ah, girls, do come in."

"So Principal Weems, you’re a devil?" Enid asked brightly.

"Sure am" Larissa replied, collecting some treats to give them.

Enid then looked at you, "And Ms., you're a…a"

"A Dimitrescu daughter, obviously" Yoko said.

You laughed and winked at Yoko, "Exactly."

Wednesday looked you up and down, her monotone never faltering, "Yesterday she was Weems, today she's a killer." Larissa returned to your side and handed them all treats. She then turned her attention to you, smirking down with dark eyes, "I appreciated her costume yesterday, it was very clever, and detailed" she breathed.

You flicked through the Halloween movies looking for something good to watch. Your favorites were along the lines of Beetlejuice, The Nightmare Before Christmas, and Edward Scissorhands, but you've watched them SO many times already. Larissa placed a charcuterie board on the table and passed you a glass of wine, taking her cape off. As she sat next to you, you couldn't help but let your eyes trail down her figure. She was wearing black leather pants and a tight long sleeve shirt, you almost spit out your wine at the sight. Larissa never failed to notice your expressions or actions, no matter how subtle.

She scooted closer to you and batted her lashes, "I'm so glad you came over darling. I was worried I had made this food for nothing" she chuckled. Your lower lip quivered at the thought of someone standing her up. You were elated at the thought of her wanting to hangout with you, but putting this much effort in and being worried that you wouldn't show? She was too sweet for this world.

"I would never leave you hanging Rissa. I'm sorry I was late, I had to tend to…something first." Larissa tilted her head at you, wondering what on earth you were tending to.

She pursed her lips, "You know, we never did come up with a discipline for Kyle."

You snickered down at the floor, shaking your head amusedly. "I may have taken that into my own hands."

The woman's mouth opened in question before she closed it, grabbing her wine off of the table and settling beside you. She smiled and brought the glass to her lips, "Go on."

-A couple hours ago-

Just as it was getting dark out, you set out for the old Gates' mansion. You had left a note for Kyle and a few of his friends, anonymously, for them to meet up there. Of course you didn't know if they would actually show, but to your delight, they did. You hid behind a wall by the entrance of the house, watching as the group conversed. It was dark now, the only source of light being their flashlights.

"Why are we here dude?" one of his friends asked nervously.

"I don't know man! I got a note!" Kyle replied.

"Oh sorry, I didn't realize that you got a note!" his other friend said sarcastically.

It took everything in you to not laugh at their bickering, boys. Once you figured it was time, you made a loud noise to get their attention.

"What the hell was that?" Kyle questioned, fear evident in his voice.

Just then, you flicked your wrist, and in a second the house was illuminated by a ring of fire. You peeked out from behind the wall, seeing the boys staring at the flames in terror.

With a nod of your head, a message was burning on the front lawn.

'Kyle, we know what you did. We're coming for you'

The boys stepped away quickly when they felt the heat, and Kyle went wide eyed as he read the message.

"Shit boys! Let's get out of here!" he hollered.

You could hear the horror in his voice, but it only made you laugh menacingly. Once they had vanished, you cut the fire off, no trace of the event left.

"And then I came here" you smiled. Larissa's jaw was on the floor, staring at you in disbelief.

"Y/n I- I don't know what to say. Are you sure you weren't too hard on him?"

Despite Larissa's attempt to portray her usual headmistress demeanour, you could see her smirking.

You shrugged your shoulders and shook your head, "Rissa, there are a couple things he's done that you actually don't know about. So, no, I don’t think I was too hard on him."

You paused, "Plus, I wanted to get revenge, for us" you winked.

🎃

You agreed on a horror movie, to your dismay. You didn't want to look like a wimp in front of Larissa, so you clicked on the conjuring as you swallowed the lump in your throat. You turned your focus to other things while the movie played, things like the interior design of the house, your costume (which you thought was fire), and Larissa herself, who was lost in the movie. You watched as she sipped her wine, plump lips resting on the rim of the glass. 'What a good distraction, just drink' you thought.

When you got tired of that, you turned to the movie, hoping you could stick it out. But as a particularly horrifying string of music played, you squealed and buried your head into the woman's shoulder. Larissa let out a soft laugh as she brought her hand to stroke at your hair.

"What's the matter love? You don't like scary movies?" You shook your head no, holding onto her arm.

"Do you want me to turn it off?" she asked quietly, to which you sat up and quickly said "No!"

You stuck it out for awhile, watching the movie while partially distracting yourself with snacks and wine. Some of it was hilarious to be honest, but certain parts you just couldn't do. Larissa noticed as you sat wide eyed, your breathing staggered as you attempted to calm yourself. She wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to her, which immediately brought you some peace. You smiled as you continued to watch the movie, but when a jump scare happened, you grabbed the woman tightly and buried your face in her neck. Your eyelashes brushed against her skin as you blinked, it was dark and you felt safe. She was so soft, her skin smelled of lavender, and she was so, so comfortable. When you felt her settle into your touch and pull you tighter, you closed your eyes and let your breath become even once again.

You didn't know how long it had been before the movie ended and Larissa turned her face toward yours, her chin resting lightly against your forehead. You lifted your head from her neck and peered up at her, the light burning your eyes. She smiled caringly down at you, and you both sat in silence as you scanned the lines on her soft skin.

"Would you like to take a walk, darling?" she whispered.

You sat up eagerly before looking out into the night and sighing sarcastically, "Sounds like something you'd say If you wanted to murder me." You then picked up your fake sickle, "Good thing I have this!"

🎃

Larissa led you through her backyard and into the woods. She had assembled a breathtaking light up trail around the perimeter of her yard, white lights hanging from the trees and leaves scattered along the dirt path. You sauntered through the woods as you took in the beauty of the trees, reveling in the colors one last time before fall would fade and winter would come. Larissa basked in the peace and in your presence, and you could tell that she appreciated nights like these, she needed more nights like these. You entwined your fingers with hers and stroked your thumb over the back of her hand gently as you walked side by side. You then snickered as you pointed to her shoes, she wasn't wearing heels this time.

"Someone didn't want me to carry them tonight, I see" you spoke sarcastically. Larissa looked down at her boots and quickly removed them, leaning on you for support.

"Oh no, now how will I walk through this path!?" she said, bringing her hands to her face in faux panic. You rolled your eyes at her and scooped her up, loving the giggle she let out.

At the end of the path there was a bench, a small spot decorated with pumpkins and gourds. You sat down on the bench and placed Larissa in your lap, holding her close with your arms around her waist. You wrapped a blanket around her, scared that she might be cold.

"Thank you, love" she whispered, resting her head on your shoulder.

You both basked in the calmness of the night, finding comfort and warmth in each others embrace.

Larissa looked up at the bright full moon, "It's such a gorgeous night."

She then turned to you, her face only inches away from yours. You watched as she spoke, watched her lips move in a taunting manner, a seducing manner.

She was beauty, grace, she was gentle and kind. She was pure, unique, she was stunning. The sweetest woman you've ever met was sitting in your lap, her melodic voice sounding for only you to hear.

Yet, you were unsure of what she was saying as you scanned your eyes over her delicate face. You brought your hand up and traced your finger over her smile lines.

"Y/n? Are you listening?"

Your gaze shifted from her lips to her eyes, bright and wide and questioning.

"Can I kiss you?" you whispered, stroking your thumb over her bottom lip lightly.

Larissa's eyebrows softened, her surprise evident. She didn't speak, so you took that as a no and removed your hand from her face. As you backed away and went to apologise, the woman pulled you against her, slamming her lips gently against yours.

You hummed into the kiss as she caught you off guard, threading your fingers through her light hair. The taste of red lipstick and wine overtook your senses, feeling her exhale against your skin made you shiver.

She pulled away, stroking your cheek with her thumb and resting her forehead against yours.

"I noticed how much you like Halloween, love. Would you like to carve pumpkins together? Maybe roast some pumpkin seeds?"

You squealed in excitement as you nodded your head, grabbing her face and pressing your lips against hers with need. You gave her light but meaningful pecks on the lips before moving to her cheeks and forehead.

You then tucked your head into her neck, "I wish this night didn't have to end."

Larissa lifted your head gently and pressed her cheek against yours, both of you gazing up at the moon.

She pressed a kiss to your forehead, "When we're together, darling, every night is Halloween."

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[daydream-cement]

maybe reader x larissa where reader is also a teacher and has a fainting disorder but hides it from larissa until she faints in her office and scares larissa?? + a love confession at the end ;)

Fainting Spells

Larissa Weems x Reader

Authors Note: I changed the prompt a lil bit because others have requested this prompt as well 🥰

“You know, Y/n, you really don’t have to bring me my lunch all the time. I can come down and pick it up from you.” Larissa softly chided you even though she didn’t truly want you to stop bringing her lunch. She leaned against the edge of her desk, arms folded in front of her chest as she stared down at you with the most affectionate of smiles.

She loved when you would come up to her office so the two of you could visit as she enjoyed a summer salad or sandwich. Larissa had been adoring your presence for weeks, but was struggling to find the gumption to ask you out. 

You offer a jest in response, not needing to let the pretty shapeshifter know your presence was fueled by your own crush on her. “Oh, don’t even worry about it, Ms. Weems. It’s probably best if I get out from behind that counter every once in a while.” 

“Larissa, please.” She corrected with a wink before turning back to her own thoughts. “How has business been? Your shop has been officially open, for what? Six weeks?” 

During Larissa’s inquiry, you felt the familiar dizziness of a fainting spell approaching. Without a word, you lean forward towards Larissa and grip the edge of her desk, attempting to stabilize yourself on something. You misjudged the distance to the desk and found yourself stumbling and tripping onto the floor. 

Larissa’s panicked voice was calling to you as she dropped to the floor. Her hands cradled your face and then shook your arms, trying many different methods in an attempt to coax you back into consciousness. In the moments you were not conscious of the world around you, Larissa had fully panicked, pulling your form into her lap as she wildly searched you for signs you were still breathing.

Minutes later, your eyes flickered back open to see a wide eyed Larissa with one hand on your cheek as she cradled your face against her chest. She had been rocking you back and forth, but all of her movements stilled completely when she saw your eyes open, “Y/n!”

You first offer a faint smile and a slow nod to acknowledge her saying your name. This wasn’t the exact way you were hoping for Larissa to come to know about your fainting spells.

“What happened? Do you need anything? I can get you water or- Do you need me to call for an ambulance?” Larissa’s mind was working a mile a minute and you could see her wild thought processes by the way her eyes frantically moved back and forth.

Gently, you reach up and grasp Larissa’s wrist to reassure her of your health. “No... No, no. I just need a second… I’m prone to fainting spells… I’ll be alright, I promise.”

“I thought- I don’t even know what I thought. Oh, honey. I- I was worried I had lost you and never had the opportunity to tell you-”

“Tell me? Tell me what?” You felt your heart swelling in your chest. Hope filled your entire being as you were sure Larissa would admit long standing feelings for you, so you could return the notion with a fervent kiss.

“I- Well, I guess-” Larissa took a long pause, her eyes searching yours for a confirmation that you would return her affections. When she was left unsure by your wide-eyed expression, her face turned downcast, “It’s not that important right now. Do you need anything?”

You could have sworn you saw admiration in Larissa’s eyes. You saw a spark there that could only mean she was in love with you too. 

Gingerly, you move your hand from around her wrist to the back of her neck. You chose to move slow enough that she could have moved away or stopped you at any point, but the shapeshifter only bit at her bottom lip, awaiting your lips to touch as butterflies swirled in her stomach.

“I need…” Once your hand was planted on the back of her neck, you gave her a light tug towards your face and she moved without hesitation. Her eyes flickered between your eyes and lips, her breathing starting to quicken when she realized what was about to happen. “I need you to kiss me.”

When the last of your sentence had been spoken, the shapeshifter was quick to oblige you, pressing her hand to your cheek and pushing her lips to yours. She hadn’t intended for the kiss to become hungry quickly, but she had been dreaming of this moment for weeks so it was hard to contain herself. 

Her lips felt incredible against yours. Midway through the kiss, you sat up slightly, causing Larissa to

immediately readjust her grip. She now had both of her hands on either of your cheeks, kissing you with all of her might. The kiss was everything you had dreamed of and more. 

When you parted, Larissa giggled slightly at the messy lipstick marks around your mouth and the dazed expression in your eyes. The shapeshifter hesitated for a moment before spilling all of her feelings, “Oh, I was so worried you wouldn’t feel the same. Y/n, I think you are so… charming and I wouldn’t want to ruin our professional relationship. I’m not-”

You held up a hand to interrupt her rambling, knowing she was trying to deliver her entire thought process on why she hadn’t decided to share her feelings sooner. “Larissa… It’s okay. You are witty, kind, and- God, you are so attractive…”

When the compliments left your mouth, Larissa’s lips were back on yours in a flash. Not often did she receive compliments such as those from people she admired so greatly.

And there you both remained for a good long while, admitting your long standing feelings, caressing one another’s faces, and kissing like fools. 

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[alder-saan]

His sister .2

Larissa Weems x normie! reader

link part 1

NSFW, heavy smut, almost only smut, pwp, masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus, shapeshifting cock, dom! Larissa, sub! reader, mistress kink, reader being tied with Larissa's stockings, blind kink, breeding kink, usage of safe word, fluff towards the end, aftercare.

words count: 3.5k

A/N: I'm sorry it took me soooooo long to write, and also, I know I'm not the best at writing smut but I try, okay? (yes, writing some pwp wasn't the best idea but eh)

You had spent the afternoon thinking about her, without being able to touch her, without being able to look at her too much, since Philip was there. He had taken the afternoon off to show Larissa around the city. Your husband, his sister and you went to the museum, which he never took you to because he always told you to be on your own.

You spent the evening trying to be alone with Larissa.

Philip was faster than Larissa and you, which gave you time to try something. You couldn’t focus on the paintings anyway. While she was looking at one, you sat next to her, on the bench seat, your hand brushing hers. She did not take her eyes off the picture, and she did not move her hand, but a faint smile lit up her face. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach. She was so beautiful, her smile was so beautiful, and it was even more, knowing you were the one who caused it.

“Darling, you should at least pretend to look at the artworks…”

Lord, the pet name. She was driving you crazy. 

“You are an artwork, Larissa,” you replied, fluttering your eyelashes.

She let out a slight chuckle and moved her hand to your thigh. You shivered when you felt her hand slowly finding a way under your skirt. Her fingers ran over your tights, and your skin tensed under the electrical touch.

“You little flirt, do I have to remind you that your husband is in the next room?”

She was still looking at Nero, looking at Roma burning in his golden frame, while playing with you, lingering her fingers closer and closer to your inner thigh, going back, drawing small circles on your knee, and then coming again on your inner thigh. You couldn’t help but hold your breath each time her fingers passed near your panties. Wet. Of course.

“I wish he wasn’t” you whispered, trying to hide the arousal in your voice.

“I do so, Love. I'm staying with you for the week, so please be patient.”

She removed her hand, and you clenched your legs together, trying to keep the feeling of her fingers on you. You watched her standing up, and bending down to your ear.

“Be a good girl and you’ll be rewarded.”

With that, she walked away, as if nothing just happened, leaving you as red as the Roman emperor’s toga on the painting.

That night, you tried to sleep, but every time you’d close your eyes, she was there, demanding you to be a good girl. You could still feel her hand on your thigh, and you wanted so much more. That was probably not what a good girl would do but… She would never know, would she? Your hands reached your breasts, and you massaged them, while an imaginary Larissa was kissing your neck, leaving imaginary red lips stains, and imaginary fingers were lingering on your thighs, drawing small circles closer and closer to your cunt. What if she left red marks on your thighs too? You opened your legs and imagined her in between, kissing them, licking them, slowly going up your shanks and thighs.

“Be a good girl for me, Darling,” she’d say.

“Yes, yes I’m a good girl” you whispered in your bed “Please, please fuck me.”

“So needy…”

Your hand went down your belly, and you circled your clit with your fingers, imagining Larissa's tongue doing this. Your other hand was still massaging your breast. You wanted to moan aloud, but your husband was right next to you, and you couldn’t risk waking him. So you continued, entering two fingers into your pussy. Your fingers moved inside you, almost automatically, as you knew what gave you pleasure. You wondered if she was thinking about you… Maybe she was touching herself like you were doing. Maybe she was moaning your name, in her room, legs spread, a hand between them.

Imagining her masturbating turned you even more on. You yearned to feel her soft pale skin under your hands, to grab her breast, to kiss her red lips, her neck, her belly. You wanted to be between those gorgeous legs, tasting her pussy while she’d bury her fingers into your hair, whining, moaning.

You desired to worship her divine body.

You woke up in the morning, much later than you usually did. The sun was not brushing the skin on your arm. The sunlight was already on the floor. You yawned and got up. A shirt put on, you went out of your room, only to notice Larissa was there, sitting on the couch in the living room. You blushed, remembering what you imagined last night, and realising you were entirely naked under your oversize shirt, while she was perfectly dressed and made up. But she hadn’t fixed her hair in her usual updo, and the silver locks were falling on her shoulders. It was… ethereal.

“Good morning, Larissa.”

“Good morning, Darling. Did you enjoy your night?”

Your face went even redder. Did she know? How?

“Uh…” you cleared your throat “Yes, I did, thank you, what about you? Did you sleep well?”

“Not really I’m afraid,” she said, grabbing the mug on the little table near the sofa.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Why did you have a bad night? Maybe I can help-”

“I never said I had a bad night, Dear. To be honest, it was pretty lovely, thinking about you.”

“Oh uh… ah!” 

Had she… thought about you in THAT way? By the way, you had been thinking about her all night? You were bright red, remembering your night.

“Come on, sit with me.”

She put her hand on the couch, next to her.

“I’m- I get dressed and I-”

“No, you can stay in your shirt… I like the view.”

She wasn’t even trying to hide her look on your legs. You swallowed, seeing her blue eyes running up your legs. You tried to show her a confident smile and came to sit next to her. She put the mug back on the table and her hand came to your knee. It was warm. Your heart skipped a beat under her soft gaze.

“Philip told me he wouldn’t be there for lunch… that means we are alone all day.”

“Oh… uh, that’s cool”

You couldn’t focus on anything, her thumb brushing the skin on your thigh. Your whole body was warming, your heart was racing.

“Do you know what I was thinking about, tonight?”

Her hand travelled slowly to your inner thigh.

“Uh, no? I don’t?” You hated how shy you sounded.

“I was thinking about you, crying my name while I destroyed you.”

She moved her fingers closer and closer to your aching core. You let out a little whine and blushed, hearing it.

“Yes, quite like that, Darling.”

She caught your lips with hers, a hand on your chest to lay you on the couch. Her knee went between your legs, and her hands took your wrists.

Thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, went your heart against your ribcage.

You couldn’t believe you were under her, while two seconds before you were still standing. Her sapphire eyes stared at you, her smooth knee coming closer and closer to your pussy, moving the shirt up your legs, your cheeks, tickled by Larissa’s silver hair, warmed, and you bet they were bright red. As she deepened the kiss, a moan escaped from your throat. Her tongue brushed yours, and you buried your fingers into her locks. She only broke the kiss because you were breathless.

“Darling, I’m gonna destroy you. If at one point you want me to stop, say ‘red’, and I’ll stop at that very second, okay?”

You nodded, feeling the heat getting to your lower belly. ‘Destroy’ on her lips sounded good to your ears, and the way she said it, so calm, so still the way she’d say ‘I like tea’, made it sound even better. It was a fact. She was going to destroy you. And you were going to enjoy it.

“I want to hear you, dear. Is that okay?”

“O-okay,” you whispered

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Okay!”

“Good girl,” she purred, “now strip.”

You unbuttoned your shirt one by one. She was watching you, her pupil growing larger. It seemed to be too slow to her taste because she pushed your hands away to do it herself, almost ripping the fabric off… Her lips crashed onto yours, her hands massaged your naked breasts. Your cunt was dripping against her knee, and you bucked your hips to make it stimulate your clit. She stopped touching you.

“Pet, here I’m in command. You are not allowed to do anything. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Good pet.”

She kissed your breasts, licking one of your nipples, sucking it. Her tongue on your skin was so soft. You whined in half pain, half pleasure when she nibbled your bosom. Your fingers dug into her back. She sucked your skin so hard you knew you would have dark red marks at these spots.

You wanted to touch her, as she touched you. You wanted to feel her soft skin, to taste it. Your hands went down her back and tried to slip under her skirt. Larissa sighed against your breasts.

“Don’t make me tie you, pet.”

“Was that supposed to be a threat?” you whispered while caressing her skin under the fabric.

She laughed, her lips against your skin, and her breath tickled you. She moved up your chest and neck, her lips brushing against you, ending near your ear and parting to murmur.

“Such a little slut who wants to be tied while I fuck her.”

“Yes, Mistress, I want to be tied while you fuck me, please!” you squealed

“A well-mannered slut, then.”

While sucking and licking your neck and your earlobe, she removed her skin tone stockings. Both of your hands were caught in her grasp and tied with one of her long socks. The other, she used it to fasten your wrists to the couch. You knew you could move, you could untie you. The stockings were elastic enough for you to go. But you didn’t want to. You wanted her to use you.

She directly spread your legs and put her head in between to kiss your thighs, making you shudder each time her lips met your skin. She gently nibbled it, and then her tongue drew a path to your cunt. She teased your folds with it, humming at the scent and taste of your arousal.

“You taste so good, pet”

You whined at the sound of her voice, and she chuckled.

“And you’re already so wet…”

She was right, she had barely touched you and you were already at the edge. She lapped your clit, and you whined at the sudden sensation. She smiled against your pussy, and you moaned at the waves of heat that went through your whole body. She grabbed your ass with her hands and teased your little bundle of nerves with her tongue. You let out sinful whines, much louder than you ever could imagine sounding. She hummed against your cunt and sucked your clit. You were squirming to try to feel as much pleasure as possible, to be in the best possible position. She tsked.

“Don’t move, pet.”

You immediately stopped, and she purred against your pussy,. Her tongue and lips tickled your clit again, and soon you knew you were about to come.

“M- Mistress I-”

“Wait, pet. I’ll tell you when you may come.”

She continued licking your clit, and you tried to hold. But it was almost hurting you, at this point.

“P- Please, ah, Mistress, please, let me…”

“Such a good girl, begging me like this… You may come, pet.”

And you came on your couch, Larissa’s head between your thighs. Your heart was hammering in your ears, and you slowly caught your breath. You began to move but she pinned you against the sofa.

“I’m not done with you, pet.”

You were still breathless, but your cunt didn’t care. It wanted Larissa again. You watched her unbutton her shirt.

“What’s that look for, pet?”

You closed your watering mouth.

“What look?”

“You look like you want to eat me up. Your turn will come, pet. But for now, let me take care of you.”

You stared at her chest, hidden by red _matching her lips_ and lace bras. She bent over you and placed her shirt on your face.

“Wha-”

“Relax, pet.”

She tied the sleeves behind your head. The texture of the fabric, the fabric you knew was on her skin just a moment before, was so soft on your cheeks. It now covered your eyes, you could only see a blue light passing through the blue shirt. You tried to guess where she was by watching the shadows passing on it. She was near, she was near your head, at the right of it. You felt her lips on your neck, once again. So she was right there.  The fact you didn’t know exactly where she was scared you a little but also aroused you. Her hands wandering on your chest, her tongue lingering on your neck made you more and more needy for her. But what turned you on the most, was imagining she could do anything with you. You could never know what part of your body she was kissing next. Was it your breasts? No, your stomach. Then maybe your neck again? No, your lips.

She kissed your whole body like this, specifically avoiding the aching part between your legs. Then her fingers brushed against your belly. You gasped as her fingertips awoke in you hundreds of butterflies by simply touching your skin. 

She parted your legs, by simply touching your ankles. She sat between them. One of her hands stayed on your ankle and passed under it. Now it slowly moved towards your calf and reached your popliteal fossa. She lifted it, high enough to place it on her shoulder. She lowered her hands lengthwise to your soft thigh and placed a kiss on your knee.

You sighed in pleasure as you understood she was going to fuck you again. Her fingertips teased your soaked folds, coating them with your arousal. She continued for a few seconds, and you whined. 

"What's wrong, pet?" she innocently said.

"Please…"

"Please what? Pet, I can't guess what you want."

"I need you… inside me… Mistress, please."

She entered two fingers deep inside your drenched cunt and you squealed. She removed them and sank them, again and again, the rhythm clouding your mind. You moaned, covering the wet noises her fingers produced going in and out of your pussy.

"M…More," you whined, "Mistress, please."

Your walls fluttered around her phalanxes, and she crooked them inside you. You were so sensitive, she was already driving you near the edge. Her fingers twirled inside you, knowing exactly where your most sensitive spot was. She most definitely had had dozens and dozens of partners, she knew how to please a woman, and the idea of being one of these women turned you even more on. Your whole body was shaking, and you were sure the neighbour could hear your screams.

"Mistress I-"

She continued tickling you.

"Yes, pet?"

"I'm gonna… Please, let-let me come"

"Alright, pet, come on my fingers."

Something snapped inside you. The heat reached your whole body, and you let it out, moaning her name.

Her fingers left the place to an aching void in your cunt, and you heard a sucking noise, and then she hummed in delight. She was licking your arousal on her hand.

"I-I wish you had a strap-on right now," you panted out.

"Do you?" she asked, "do you want me to take you with my cock?"

"Yes…" you whispered.

She took your hand and led it to the soft skin of her stomach, and she lowered it. You first felt her lace panties _when did she have removed her skirt? You didn't know_ and then a lump between her legs.

"I don't need any strap-on, pet," she growled.

You let out a little cry of surprise.

"Want me to take you?"

"Y-yes, please."

"Mmmh, good pet," she purred.

You heard the sound of fabric slipping on skin, she was removing her panties. Then, you felt something hard and hot on your thigh, making you shudder. But she didn’t touch you more than that. You saw a shadow passing over you. She most likely was leaning over you, but you didn’t know why. Suddenly, your hands could move. They were still tied together, true, but they weren’t attached to the couch anymore. She placed her hands on your back and lifted it until you were sitting. Then her hands reached your waist, and she led you on her laps. You were still blinded by her shirt, you couldn’t see anything, but you felt her _hard_ dick against your inner thighs, and that you were coating it with your arousal. Your teeth sank into your lower lip at the touch of it. Your legs, on either side of her waist, tried to clench together, and you placed your still tied hands behind her head, your arms on either side of her neck. She approached your head, and her nipples brushed against the underside of your breasts. You rut your clit against her tip, stimulating you.

“Stop that, pet, I’m in command here,” She whispered in your ear.

"I'm sorry mistress," you squealed.

She growled and bit your neck licking your skin, sucking it. Her hardness against your inner thigh was unbearable at this point. You could feel the heat against your slit, and you wanted nothing but to feel it inside your slit.

“Please, take me.”

“So needy.”

She firmly grabbed your ass with one of her hands, and with the other, helped her cock enter in you. You hummed in delight, tilting your head back, exposing your neck to her, neck she willingly kissed and sucked as if it was nothing but a candy. You undulated against her, feeling her filling you. Her second hand took your ass, and she helped you engage the movement of rocking your hips against her. 

“You feel so good around me, pet, so good…” she husked.

She buried her head in your breasts, her fingers dug into your hips. The slight pain you felt made you moan. She tightened her grip, and started pounding you on her laps. Your back arched even more _as if it was even possible_ making her hit the right spot each time.

“Fuck,” she moaned.

“Kiss me, aah, p-lease, k-kiss me,” you panted out.

She captured your lips with hers, they were wet. Your tongue brushed against hers, and you swallowed her moans as well as she swallowed your whines, that you released in the rhythm of your thighs clashing against her laps. Your arousal was dripping on her cock, that was filling every inch of you. The heat you felt in your lower belly seemed insatiable. You wanted it to go faster, so you accelerated the pounding, and she bit your lower lip.

“You like that, riding your husband’s sister’s dick, right?”

“Yes,” you almost cried, unashamed.

“I want to come inside you, pet”

Your legs were shaking. You wanted her to fill you with her cum, to make you hers. But it took a few seconds for your clouded mind to process things.

“Do it, please ”

She pressed you against her, your breasts crushed against her chest, her lips eating up your neck, she mumbled something you couldn’t understand, too busy moaning your own insanities and her name. She came inside you, and the feeling of her hot cum inside you brought you over the edge. You came too, a few seconds after her, crying.

You tried to catch your breath, and she kissed your shoulders.

“I-I can’t take it anymore,” you breathed out.

“Red?” she asked.

“Yes, red,” you replied.

She untied her shirt, and it fell before your eyes, revealing her head, her messy hair, her blown pupils. Your lips crashed on hers, and you removed your hands from the stockings that held them, breathing heavily.

“You did so good for me, darling,” she whispered against your lips, “now let’s clean you up.”

She helped you stand up, as your legs were weak.

“Do you want to… take a bath with me?” you asked.

“If you’re offering,” she kissed your nose. 

You took her hand and walked to the bathroom, in which you filled the bathtub with hot water and a bit of this lemon perfume you liked. She entered the water and you laid against her, your head on her shoulder, your body between her legs. Her arms wrapped your waist, and you closed your eyes. She was so soft… She gently kissed your hair.

“Sorry, I couldn’t… continue.” you said.

“You have been perfect,” she replied, “It’s okay, and what you did is already a lot. Moreover, we have all week…”

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I KNOW I TOOK SOOOOOOO MUCH TIME!

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[cami-stuffs]

Night Visit (NSFW)

A/N: This one-shot is related to chapter 16, 'Aftermath' of Pushing Towards Series.

Warnings: Sex Toys, Office Sex, Mirror Sex, Cunnilingus, Strap-Ons, Desk Sex, Strap-on Sucking.

Tags: @weemssapphic @pllduniverse

Calista arrived at Nevermore after curfew. The students were already in their dorms and the teachers in their rooms, so the path to Larissa's office was clear. Relieved, she stopped before the office door and caught her breath. She was apprehensive about meeting someone in the hallways and explaining to them what she was doing at school on a Friday night after everyone had gathered. It would be even worse if that person were Artemis or Gaia. Although they were already aware of her relationship with Larissa, Calista didn't need them to know her intentions at that moment.

She took a minute to look at herself and make sure only her legs and high heels were showing when Larissa laid eyes on her. Making sure everything was tidy, she knocked lightly on the door, waiting expectantly for a response. A few seconds later, which seemed like long minutes, she heard Larissa's voice shout from inside the room, "Come in, please." Calista was feeling butterflies in her stomach. It was her first time doing this, and she wasn't sure if approaching Larissa at her workplace was an intelligent strategy, but it was too late. She opened the door slowly and poked her head inside.

Larissa was sitting at her desk with her eyes fixed on the laptop screen and her brows furrowed. She was so engrossed in her work that she missed Calista's head peeking through the doorway to take a look. When she moved her eyes over the screen to greet the person who knocked on her door, she found Calista standing in front of her desk, in a long coat and a bag over her shoulder. If Larissa had looked a few seconds earlier, she would have noticed the high heels, and Calista's presence there would have been evident. But her fixation with work benefited Calista's plans.

"Darling, what are you doing here at this hour? Did something happen?" Larissa's eyes moved from Calista's face to the bag on her shoulder, raising her eyebrows in a mix of doubt and curiosity.

Letting the bag slide off her shoulders until it fell to the floor, Calista slowly walked around Larissa's table, untying the knot on her coat. "I thought it would be relaxing and fun to pay you a visit after a long day at work." The coat fell open, and Calista let it down her body, revealing the lingerie underneath.

Larissa gasped, and her jaw dropped open when she saw Calista in front of her in just her underwear. Calista was wearing a red corset with lace details and a garter belt. Larissa's eyes slowly went down Calista's body to her feet, and only then did Larissa notice the high heels. She had already seen Calista in high heels, but their combination with the lingerie highlighted her body.

Calista walked towards Larissa and stood between her and her desk, sitting on the edge and resting her hands on either side. "So? Do you think you can stop working now?" It was a rhetorical question. Larissa seemed to have forgotten entirely about her work, yet she nodded slowly without taking her eyes off Calista's body.

"Let's go to the room-" Larissa started to get up, but Calista put her hand on her shoulder and guided her back to the armchair.

"No. We can start right here," she said, leaning forward and resting her hands on the arms of the chair and kissing around Larissa's mouth. "And there's a surprise for you in the bag. Can you go get it for me?" Calista whispered in Larissa's ear.

Larissa quickly got up, walked around the table, and picked up her bag from the floor. Returning to her seat, she unzipped the purse on her lap. Inside was the double-ended strap-on. Larissa opened her eyes wide and looked at Calista.

"I remember a certain text about a fantasy of me wearing the strap-on," Calista smirked at Larissa. "And I would like to fulfill that fantasy today. If you want to, of course." She stopped, waiting for Larissa.

Larissa got up from the armchair, held Calista's face, and kissed her intensely. Usually, the kiss between the two started slow. It gradually intensified as the making out progressed, but Larissa could not utter all the words since Calista's coat opened and transformed into a hungry kiss.

"I believe you noticed the lack of lube inside the bag," Calista said between kisses. "I'm going to need your help putting on the strap-on." Larissa moaned at this.

Larissa's hands traveled over Calista's body, touching her breasts over the corset and rubbing her thumb over her nipples. The kisses went down Calista's neck, where Larissa was nibbling.

"Can you keep this?" Larissa whispered in Calista's ear. "The lingerie, I mean. Can you keep wearing it?"

"Do you want me to keep wearing the lingerie while I fuck you?" Larissa whimpered when she heard those words and nodded, earning a giggle from Calista. “I’ll keep it for you, my love.”

Larissa's kisses continued down Calista's body until they reached her thighs. Calista was still leaning on the edge of Larissa's table. Kneeling, Larissa held Calista's legs and gave a slight tug, asking her to open them further. Larissa was kissing Calista's inner thighs while caressing her legs when her hands bumped into the straps of her high heels.

"You should keep them, too," Larissa said as she kissed Calista's thighs.

"Don't worry, honey. I'll keep the whole outfit for you." Calista lowered her gaze and met Larissa's.

"You look beautiful in it." Larissa maintained eye contact. "And delicious." Her mouth closed over Calista's pussy.

Calista arched her back, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. Larissa's kisses and caresses were already making her feel a tickle between her legs and a slight throbbing. Calista dripped, soaking her panties. Larissa felt it as soon as her mouth touched the fabric. She sniffed Calista's arousal and grunted softly.

With her fingertips, Larissa threw Calista's panties to the side and lightly kissed her clit. With her other hand, Larissa slid her fingers between Calista's slit, collecting the moisture at the tips.

"Oh, baby, you're so wet." Larissa put her fingers to her mouth and hummed. "As always, you taste so delicious."

Calista smiled and opened her eyes when she heard Larissa. Through the mirror on the ceiling, Calista could see Larissa kneeling between her legs, and this sight made her more horny.

"You look so beautiful, giving head." She said, looking through the mirror. Adjusting her body, Larissa looked up, and her gaze met Calista's, smiling mischievously.

“Keep watching, darling, while I eat you out,” Larissa commanded.

Calista couldn't take her eyes off the mirror even if she wanted to. She felt Larissa's tongue playing with her clit while she looked into her eyes. Larissa's tongue danced on Calista's labia, sliding down to her entrance, where she gave small thrusts with the tip. In no time, Larissa took her eyes off the mirror, looking Calista in the eyes and noticing every reaction of her body.

The pace set by Larissa was slow. She teased Calista with her tongue, and her fingertips played with her soaked entrance. Calista's tension in her lower abdomen increased, and she began to grind her hips, riding Larissa's face, looking for an extra touch.

Larissa kept her eyes in the mirror, and by the movement of Calista's body, she knew that the first orgasm was close. Her tongue circled Calista's clit, and she inserted two fingers inside her hole, feeling the walls tightening around them. Larissa bent her fingers, touching Calista's sweet spot.

Calista tried to keep her eyes open, but when Larissa curled her fingers inside her, she felt her muscles tense and her belly coiled. She came, placing her hands behind Larissa's head and grabbing her by the hair; she rode harder on Larissa's tongue until her muscles relaxed. Larissa watched the entire scene in the mirror, moaning and licking Calista's cum.

Larissa remained on her knees, kissing Calista's thighs while waiting for her to return from her peak. Calista kept her hand on Larissa's head, but now she lightly stroked her scalp. Calista finally relaxed, and her head fell forward; opening her eyes, she found Larissa watching her with adoring eyes. They smiled at each other, and Larissa leaned back to grab the strap-on.

Larissa passed the straps between Calista's legs and up to her hips. Since Calista was going to keep her lingerie on, she brought her panties to one side so that Larissa could insert the dildo into her slit. As predicted, Calista didn't need any further lubrication; the dildo easily penetrated her core, and she felt her walls squeeze it slightly.

Larissa sat on the edge of her armchair and admired Calista with the strap-on. Her breath was shallow with anticipation. "You look beautiful." She managed to say. Calista blushed and smiled. Larissa approached Calista with the chair and touched the silicone dick. She remembered the night of the school reunion when Larissa shifted for the first time. "Can I?" She asked, looking at Calista, her cheeks blushing slightly.

"Please," Calista replied softly. Larissa advanced towards the cock, swallowing its entire length. Calista hissed as Larissa's lips closed on the dong. She didn't feel Larissa's mouth, but the view she had was privileged and made her more horny. Larissa knew what to do. Her head movements guided the dildo inside Calista, causing it to poke her inner walls.

Larissa sucked the strap-on vigorously so that Calista felt the second orgasm being built. She had her hands on either side of Calista's hips, grabbing and digging her nails into her skin protected by the fabric of the corset. Calista held on to the edge of Larissa's table with one hand, and the other lightly pushed Larissa's head in thrusts. A short time later, Calista came throwing her body backward. She feels her clitoris throb with the second stimulus in a row.

Larissa got up from the chair, grabbed Calista by the back of her head, and pulled her towards her mouth. Calista was still coming back from her orgasm when she was surprised by Larissa's kiss. She moaned softly and wrapped her arms around Larissa's neck.

"Where do you want me, darling?" Larissa asked softly, biting Calista's earlobe.

Calista grunted at that. "Bend over your desk, ass up and legs spread," Calista said hoarsely, eliciting a smile from Larissa.

With one last kiss, Larissa did as Calista said. She bent over the table, propping herself up on her elbows, her hips thrust up, and she spread her legs. Calista rubbed Larissa's ass over her skirt, feeling and squeezing it. Her hands ran down the sides of Larissa's legs, grabbing a handful of fabric and pulling it up.

Larissa's pale, smooth skin was on display, and only her panties were in the way. Digging her fingers into the waistband, Calista knelt, pulling down Larissa's panties. Larissa's pussy glistened with her arousal.

With her hands on each cheek, Calista spread Larissa's ass and mouthed her pussy. Larissa let her head fall into her arms when she felt Calista's hot tongue between her legs, moaning loudly. Being eaten out from behind gave Larissa a submissive feeling. Even though she liked being on top, she had to admit that Calista's attitude turned her on.

Calista slid her tongue from the clit to Larissa's entrance. She paused for a moment with her tongue on Larissa's hole, circling the edge with the tip and thrusting inside her. Larissa writhed and moaned, placing her forehead on the tabletop and stretching her arms, holding the opposite end of the table.

After fucking Larissa long enough with her tongue, Calista turned to the clit. She widened her tongue to cover the entire bud, rubbing it slowly as her head bobbed up and down. Larissa knew she would cum quickly; Calista's position and dominance made it more tangible. Playing with the tongue speeded up the process, and when Calista started sucking her clit it was the final straw. Larissa's body stiffened, and she came screaming Calista's name.

Larissa threw her body onto the table, catching her breath and relaxing. Calista had gotten up and was rubbing her back under her shirt with one hand and with the other, rubbing the tip of her dick against Larissa's slit.

"Are you okay, my love? Shall I continue?" Calista smiled when she saw Larissa turn her head and nod with a still somewhat cloudy look.

Calista positioned her dick at Larissa's entrance and slowly slipped it inside. Larissa was beyond wet, so it easily slid in, finding brief resistance in the walls still clenching in emptiness. Larissa leaned back on her elbows, pushing her ass up more and allowing Calista greater access.

Calista waited until Larissa adjusted, keeping her body still as she stroked her lower back. Promptly, Larissa began to thrust her hips toward Calista's crotch as a silent request for her to start moving.

"Eager?" Calissa smiled, moving her hips slowly back and forth.

"You can not imagine how much." Larissa threw her head back and closed her eyes.

Calista held Larissa by the hips while pounding her hard. With each thrust, the dildo inside Calista poked her wall with the same force she applied to Larissa's hole. It was difficult to hold back the orgasm when she was fucking Larissa from behind with her bent over her desk with her ass stuck out. Larissa knew that Calista couldn't hold it for long, so she started wiggling while Calista stuck the dick into her to make the other’s life a little more complicated.

"Oh, Riss. You're not making it easy for me." Calista's breathing was shorter, and she felt her walls twitching around the dildo.

"That was never my intention, my dear. I want it harder, Lis. Harder and deeper." Larissa said, looking into Calista's eyes.

Calista felt a burning sensation in her chest when she heard Larissa, and her breathing hitched. She reached one of her hands towards Larissa's bun, intertwining her fingers and pulling her hair so that Larissa was now looking up. Larissa moaned and squirmed. Calista dug her other hand into Larissa's hip, keeping her still between Calista's legs and the table's edge.

Calista pounded her dick hard inside Larissa's pussy. She could feel that Larissa was close to cumming. She was too. Releasing Larissa's hair, Calista held her by the shoulders and increased the speed and strength of her thrusts. Larissa's legs hit the table, creaking slightly but not moving.

"Oh, Lis, keep going. I'm going to cum." Larissa moaned, and her body began to stiffen. Calista was tired, but she wouldn't stop until Larissa finished.

Larissa came, throwing her hips back and pressing the dick inside her. That movement was enough for Calista to cum, too, as she felt the dildo inside her move in precisely the right spot. Calista fell onto Larissa's back, catching her breath. Larissa was lying with her cheeks on the tabletop, feeling Calista breathing on her back. Calista moved slowly, gently pulling out of Larissa. Larissa groaned at the emptiness and remained lying for a few more seconds.

Calista unbuckled the strap-on and let it fall to the floor. She straightened her panties, hissing when the fabric touched her super-sensitive clit. She hugged Larissa from behind and helped her get up from the table. Larissa sat in her armchair, pulling Calista onto her lap. The two remained silent, catching their breath and caressing each other.

"I love you, Riss," Calista whispered, hiding her face in the crook of Larissa's neck.

"I love you too, my darling." Larissa wrapped her arms around Calista and squeezed her lightly in a hug.

"I think we need a shower." Calista laughed as she traced her fingertips across Larissa's collarbones.

"Shower? No, my dear. I'm not done with you for the night yet. Now it's my turn to use the strap-on." Larissa chuckled.

She picked up the strap from the floor and got up from the chair with Calista in her arms, bridal style.

"Let's move this to the bed." Larissa kissed Calista, carrying her to the bedroom.

Pushing Towards You Series

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[sapphos-ode]

I Hate the Space Between Our Bodies

Larissa Weems

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“Larissa honey, please!” You gasp out between giggles as your wife peppers little butterfly kisses all over your face.

“I need to get ready for work, we both do,” you sigh.

“Five more minutes,” she purrs against your neck. Eliciting a pleasurable shiver down your spine. You arch into her a little. And then whimper at the sultry look she gives you.

She’s stunning in the morning sun, blonde tresses free from the pins and hairspray, allowed to cascade over her bare shoulders dusted with freckles. Waxen eyelashes seem to glow in the light, not yet darkened by her mascara.

You’re a tangle of limbs, bodies melded into one you’re that close to each other. The fires of hell couldn’t ever compare to her searing touch.

You wriggle an arm free and stroke her cheek, relishing in how soft her skin is.

“Five minutes, not a second more,” you give in to her, you always did, saying no to Larissa was something that simply did not exist to you. Who could blame you though? A woman like Larissa could never be denied anything.

She gives you a devilish grin before capturing your lips in a kiss so raw with passion it has you numb to everything but her.

Those five minutes turned into ten.

“My sweetheart, the school won’t run itself…” you mumble against her lips. Through your lashes you look up into her lidded eyes.

With a defeated sigh she slowly and begrudgingly pulls away. As she sits up the covers fall from her bare form, your eyes wander over her chest, admiring the swell of her breasts and the softness of her stomach. Stretch marks litter her skin and you can’t help but lunge forward and press kisses over as many of them as you can. Already you miss the feeling of her against you.

Oh how you hate the space between your bodies.

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#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader

[fruitylo0pz]

Secretary (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x fem!Secretary!Reader

Warnings: Smut, some fluff towards the end, 18+, NSFW, dom!Larissa, fingering, slapping, degrading, strap-on, cunnilingus, slight dumbification?

A/N: Well, soft Larissa is here to stay it seems. I’m not sure if this is the beginning of a series yet, but we’ll see.

Word count: ~2.4k

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You had been her secretary for three months now, and you could not take your mind off of her. You did however consider yourself professional, and you would never act on it. And besides, what would she want from an inexperienced and shy girl like you? You were always thorough with your work, and made sure to be in control of everything. She was intimidating, but never unpleasant or mean and she had always treated you with respect and kindness. She just had an extremely dominating presence and it didn't help that she was so tall, although that made her even more attractive. It was the end of your workday when you suddenly remembered that you had forgotten to write down a message from an important call that came yesterday. You had no idea how or what to tell her, but you knew you had to. 

You knocked on her door, and you could feel your insides trembling with fear and you were so nervous you thought you were going to pass out. “Come in.” her sweet voice always gave you butterflies, but you were too nervous to even notice them.

You entered and walked over to your desk. You were paralysed. You found yourself looking down, hands in front of you.

“Y/N, what is it?” you looked up and felt like combusting “Ms. Weems, I- I am so sorry, but I need to notify you about something. Yesterday, you got an important phone call and I forgot to write down the message. I am so terribly sorry, I-” she got up and walked over to you, and cupped your chin “Y/N, it’s not the end of the world. Most of these callers claim to be important, but usually they think far too highly of themselves. Please don’t feel bad.” it felt like the weight of a mountain was lifted from your shoulders “thank you, ms. Weems. I have written down the message here along with the name and the number. Again, I am sorry. It won’t happen again.” 

Larissa lifted your chin up with a gentle gesture “Y/N, you do a wonderful job. You’re the best and most thorough secretary I have ever had, and you never make mistakes.” you could have sworn that you caught her eyeing you up up and down, but you knew she would never and quickly dismissed the thought. “Would you like to stay for a cup of tea, Y/N? I know it’s late, but I never got the chance to talk to you and I would love to get to know you better.” she looked at you with a gentle smile and you blushed “Thank you, ms. Weems. I would like that.” she gestured for you to sit down on the large leather sofa in her office while she went and prepared two cups of tea “Please, call me Larissa. You’re not at work now and you don’t have to be so formal.” her curves looked even more heavenly in the dim lights. You tried not to stare, but you couldn’t help yourself. Your eyes were locked when she turned around and she must have caught you.

You quickly looked down and started fiddling your fingers. She slowly walked towards you and put the cups down before she cupped your chin again, forcing you to look at her. She had a sly grin on her face “do I make you nervous, Y/N?” you gulped and could feel your cheeks burning “I- I am so sorry. M-maybe I should leave.” her hand was still cupping your chin when she sat down next to you “not so fast, Y/N. You really think I don’t notice you staring? The looks you give me when I walk past you?” your cheeks were on fire again and you couldn't speak “Y/N, I asked you a question. Be a good girl and answer me. And be honest.” you melted at her calling you a good girl.

Your panties were damp, and you knew she wouldn’t let it go until you gave her an answer. “Ms. We- I mean, Larissa… I find you very attractive. I don’t mean to stare, and I am sorry. I know it’s unprofessional, and I know I shouldn’t do it. I just think you’re so beautiful. There.” she smiled and moved her hand to your thigh. You twitched at the sensation a simple touch from her could give you. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, just between the two of us. I have desired you ever since you started working for me. Your polite and obedient nature has awakened something in me, and your staring has confirmed that I believe you feel the same. Am I right?” Larissa Weems? Larissa Weems wants you? You must have been dreaming. “Y-yes, Larissa. Like I said, I would have never acted on it. You’re my boss. And I have no experience, so I don’t think I would be of any interest to you.” you looked down, feeling embarrassed about your confession.

“I am your boss, but you’re not at work right now. And if you can be an obedient and good girl, I can give you experience.” she moved closer, and let her hand slide further up your thigh. Not a lot, but enough to make your breathing go slightly harder. “Can you do that for me, Y/N? Hm?” she put two fingers under your chin and you looked at her and nodded “yes, Larissa. I can be a good girl for you.” she leaned in to kiss you, and it felt like your entire body was burning. She used her tongue to part your lips and you followed her every move, figuring it was best to let her take the lead.

She let her hand slide up your waist “So polite. And I do need to say this first. If you feel uncomfortable or want me to stop, say “red” and I will stop what I’m doing right away, okay?” you nodded. She smiled and looked at you “May I undress you, Y/N?” her lips had moved to your neck and your breathing was even heavier “Please, Larissa. I want you to use me.” she chuckled while she started to unbutton your shirt. Her pupils were blown with desire and lust for you “such a desperate slut, are you? Hm?” the name calling made you whimper “y-yes, Larissa. I am your desperate slut.” she smiled while pulling off your shirt “oh, and you already know who you belong to. Good. I was afraid I would have to teach you that. Come, let’s continue this in my bedroom” she pulled off your skirt before she grabbed your hand and led you through the door. 

She undressed herself before you, and you were mesmerised. She was wearing a white lingerie set and you could not believe the fact that Larissa Weems was undressing herself in front of you. She sat down next to you on the bed, and gently pushed you down before spreading your legs. You blushed and she kissed your neck again, before her hand slid underneath you and unclasped your bra. She threw it away before her hand found your breast and pinched your nipple, a moan eliciting your lips “good. I want to hear you, Y/N.” she kissed her way down to your breast and let her tongue flick your nipple, making you moan even louder. She started sucking, biting and licking it while her hand slid down your body again until they found your now soaked panties “oh, wow. You’re a dirty little whore, aren’t you?” the new name made you quiver “Y-yes Larissa, I am your dirty little whore” you were surprised at your own response. You had never been in a situation like this with anyone, but you really wanted to do whatever she said. 

Larissa bit your neck, leaving a red mark. “I gotta make sure to mark you so you don’t forget who you belong to then. I’m glad I caught you staring, because I am going to make sure to fuck you dumb, my desperate whore.” your legs parted more as an automatic response to her words. Fuck, she made you feel so dirty and filthy and you loved every second of it. She pulled down your panties and let her hand find its way to your dripping wet cunt again. Her skilled fingers started rubbing your clit, and you felt like you would come right away.

“Are you ready for me, darling? Are you ready for me to fuck you?” you gasped as her fingers traced your entrance “please fuck me, Larissa. Please let me feel you” she smiled and let her fingers slip inside, making your back arch and you moaned out loud. She started off slow and hard and the feeling of her long fingers deep inside you made you dizzy and hungry for more. She added a third finger and you shivered from the combination of slight pain and immense pleasure. “Oh- oh god, Larissa. Fuck me harder.” she stopped and pulled out her fingers, before grabbing your chin.

She hissed and gave you a stern look. “Are you already forgetting your place? You’re my whore and my toy, you don't tell me what to do. You’re not in charge here. Turn over and get on your fucking knees. And you will call me mistress.” you nodded as you turned over and kneeled. She grabbed your hair and pushed your upper body down on the bed before spanking you hard. The burning sensation lingered, but led to a new wave of lust pouring down your thighs “oh, you really love being my little whore, don’t you? Stay right there.” She got up and walked over to a drawer. She pulled out a harness with a large strap and you whimpered. It was intimidating, but oh so thrilling.

“I said I was going to fuck you dumb, and I will. Are you ready for me, whore?” she rubbed your clit with the tip and you moaned “please, mistress. Please fuck me. I’m ready for you.” she slowly pushed it in, stretching you out as you gasped and grabbed the sheets. She pulled it almost all the way out before it slid back in, letting you adjust to the size. “You’re taking me so well, Y/N.” she grabbed your hips and started fucking you deeper and you were whimpering desperately with almost every thrust.

She chuckled before pulling out and turning you over. You immediately spread your legs for her, moaning and writhing from pure lust. She pulled you towards her and the strap slipped right in. She immediately started thrusting deep and hard, making you almost reach the top straight away. Your breathing became more erratic and she could tell how close you were “cum for me, whore.” She fucked you even deeper, harder and faster while her nails dug into your thighs. The words along with the deep thrusts were all you needed and you came as your back arched and you screamed out. She pulled out, and you were still shivering. She kissed you and let you calm down.

“Now it’s your turn to make your mistress feel good, slut.” she grabbed you by the hair and guided you down between her legs, and pushed you closer to her soaked cunt. The scent of her arousal made you desperate as your tongue reached her clit. You had never done this before, but her response and immediate moans assured you that you were doing something right. Her taste was intoxicating and it was the sweetest nectar you had ever had, making you feel hungry for her. “You’re doing so well for your mistress.” her hand was still in your hair, pulling you closer.

Your tongue was switching between circles and steady movements up and down her swollen bud. “Oh yes, just like that. Oh, you’re my good whore. You're going to make your mistress cum…” her breathing became shallow, and she moaned and gasped while your tongue went faster until she tipped over the edge, trembling and twitching underneath you. “Oh, Y/N. I have never felt this good before. Thank you.” her voice was soft and genuine, making you blush. “Thank you, mistress. It felt amazing.” she chuckled and sat up before kissing you.

“You don’t have to call me that now, darling. Would you do me the honour and stay the night? It’s getting far too late, and I don’t want you driving back alone at this hour.” the thought alone made you grin and blush again “I would really like that, Larissa. Thank you so much.” she kissed you again before getting up. She went to get you a glass of water before getting back in bed with you, pulling the covers over you.

“Are you okay, Y/N? Do you need anything? Was it too much for you? Please, let me hear your thoughts so I know I wasn’t too rough.” you smiled gently and chuckled lightly “it was perfect, Larissa. I loved every second of it, and you weren't too rough. Thank you so much for this. I didn’t think you would feel this way about me, and I hope I did okay.” she gently brushed your cheek “Y/N, you did more than okay. I mean that. Now, I know it’s Saturday tomorrow and that you have the day off and you might not want to spend it with me, but I hope you will at least consider staying for breakfast?” she looked at you with an anticipating look. You grinned and nodded, thinking about how you'd gladly stay all day but didn't want to seem desperate. 

“Good, I’m happy to hear that. I am so sorry, but I might fall asleep soon, darling. And that is not because you bore me, quite the contrary. But you did wear me out, though.” she laughed lightly and you smiled “I’m about to fall asleep myself, Larissa. I am exhausted.” you giggled and blushed at the thought of what you were just doing with the goddess next to you. You crawled closer and she wrapped her arms tighter around you. “I could stay like this forever, my beautiful girl.” her voice was sleepy, but the words made you melt. You drifted off to sleep, hoping this would be the first of many nights spent in her arms.

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[yourgaeyisshowing]

Bumps Along the way

Chapter 5: Dreaming out loud

Larissa x Shapeshifter!Reader Pregnant!Reader Pregnant!Larissa

Warnings: Pregnancy struggles, Pregnancy/childbirth, Miscarriages, Mental illness, Swears or curses, Infant Death, Stillborn, PTSD, Panic attacks, Near death experience, Mentions of birth and physical exams, vomiting, Adoption, Parental Abandonment

A/N: This story is going to be heavy. It deals with real-life situations that most don’t understand the pain of. 1 in 4 women will experience this in their lifetime. Remember, you don’t know everyone's history.

Chapter 5: Dreaming out loud

Larissa was sitting at her desk swimming in work and feeling the weight of everything on her shoulders, not to mention the morning sickness was in full swing. To anyone walking in they would never know that there was a bin between her legs just in case her stomach decided to revolt for the third time that day. She was miserable, and as if on cue after your 2nd class of the day you walked into her office with a cup of ginger mint tea to ease her stomach. “Darling, are you okay?” You gently ask as you hand her the mug of tea and start massaging her sore and tight shoulders. Sitting back in her chair, Larissa’s eyes flutter shut for a beautiful moment as she relaxes. After spending some time with her before your next class, you let her know that you’ll be back after your lunch duty is done since the rest of your day is just planning periods due to the seniors being on a class trip.

After you meet up with Marylin for your lunch rotation, you knock twice on Larissa’s office door before stepping inside. Seeing that it was only you she sighed with relief and stayed where she was. “Hello my love” you said quietly seeing her sitting on her sofa with her heels off and her feet up. What you didn’t expect was the dark haired girl sitting in her lap, being gently rocked by her. Wednesday looked at Larissa like a mother to her, and sometimes she would show up randomly at your house or in Larissa’s office. Letting her guard down where she was safe and knew her mask could come off for a while. Today was no different, it was a bad day. Some students made fun of her and one of them in chemistry had snipped off part of her plait. It was devastating to her, and being autistic her walls fell and the string snapped. Wednesday went on a screaming rampage and had a full meltdown. She never lost control, but today she did and the knife dropped hard. Larissa had to carry her out, she after getting back to the office tried to use her fists to fight off the headmaster. This failed rather quickly as the blond was quick to gently restrain her and pull her into a hug with deep and firm pressure, effectively calming the raven down. Wednesday let her mask down with three people and three people only. Enid, Larissa and of course you.

“She cut her forehead a bit, would you mind grabbing the first aid kit?” Larissa asked you gently, keeping her tone soft and light. You nodded and came back sitting on the edge of the sofa. Seeing Wednesday look up at you, you smiled and moved her bangs out of the way. She stiffened in Larissa’s arms, but as soon as the headmistress started rubbing her back with her nails gently she relaxed and let you clean and put butterfly bandages on her cut. “Darling girl, I want you to come stay at our house tonight. I want to check on that head of yours later and I think you could use some down time, hmm?” Larissa said sweetly as if she read your mind. “I think that would be best dear.” You confirmed, you loved seeing her like this. She had such a nurturing way with the kids and could even break down the hardest walls.

Wednesday was very out of it, exhausted by the events of the day. “Wednesday honey, do you think you could sit on Larissa’s lap and I can fix your hair?” “NO!” Wednesday cried looking up to the blond with big wide eyes. “Honey, we need to fix it so it's even, I promise not to cut more than absolutely necessary.” Wednesday shook her head violently and burrowed into Larissa’s chest. “Careful honey.” She warned, moving the girl's elbow from her stomach. “Mama does it.” Wednesday said just barely above a whisper. Larissa’s blue eyes found yours and you could see she was trying not to cry. “That’s okay Wens, Mama can do it. Do you want to sit with me while she does?” She shook her head and reached out to you. Getting the shears from her desk and a comb from her purse Larissa came back over to you two. She gently undid Wednesday’s plaits and started to trim the bits of hair that were chopped. In all it was only a few inches, but still traumatic to the raven. “There darling, all done. Do you want me to rebraid it for you?” Larissa's voice was soft. Wednesday nodded and wiped a few tears away. Larissa parted her hair and put two braids in place. As soon as she was done Wednesday turned and went right back to Larissa's lap.

“I think it's time to go home sweet girl.” You whispered softly, picking up her book bag and Larissa's purse. After getting everything together the three of you headed back to your cottage. “Wednesday, why don’t we get you something comfy to wear.” Larissa says and goes to the bedroom to pull out a large t-shirt for the girl and a pair of sweats. Once she gets the raven settled you and Larissa both change into comfy clothes as well. Wednesday sits on the sofa while we cook dinner mindlessly working around each other. Unbeknownst to us Wednesday came into the kitchen just in time to see Larissa cradle her bump as she stirred the pasta sauce. “You’re Pregnant?” Wednesday says in a low tone with almost a hint of hurt in her voice. Larissa freezes for a moment and smiles. “Yes little raven, I am.” Larissa puts the spoon down and turns with her arms out to Wednesday.

The dark haired girl takes a few steps and then breaks down in her arms crying. “darling what’s the matter?” The British blond says gently stroking her hair. “You’ll be too busy for me.” She says almost barely a whisper. “Oh my love, Muma and I will always have time for you, you’re family sweet viper.” You say softly. The smaller girl nods and heads for the table as you start to plate up dinner. After the pasta was eaten and a warm mug of cocoa by the fire was had, the three of you started to retire for bed. Larissa handed Wednesday 2 white pills and a glass of water. Once she was done you had assumed she went off to the guest room that contained a few of her comfort items while you and Larissa went to your bathroom to do your skincare and brush your teeth. As you turned to go tuck the raven in you giggled and stopped in your tracks, the blond following suit. Wednesday was fast asleep in the middle of your king size bed, curled up with her soft black weighted blanket. Not wanting to disturb her nor upset her you both climbed into bed and pulled the covers up falling asleep.

Waking up in the morning you both knew you needed to have a conversation with the girl. Larissa brought in three cups of warm English tea with honey and sat down. Wednesday was now awake too, but cuddled up to your chest. “Wednesday darling” Larissa says sweetly handing the cups to you and Wednesday. “Can I ask you a few questions?” She continues gently. The dark haired girl nods her head but stays quiet. “Do you feel safe at home Wednesday? And I don’t just mean physically, but mentally is it a safe place for you to be you?” She asks calmly, but in a gentle manner. Wednesday shakes her head and looks down for a moment before answering. “Yes and no… I know I am different, but Maman says it's just for attention. She doesn’t understand. I know I’m autistic, so I try to hide it because at home it's not allowed.”

Larissa is trying to keep her anger in check desperately, she is beyond upset that her old friend would make her daughter feel this way. “Darling, you don’t have to hide who you are to anyone. You are special because you are you. I understand what it feels like to be an outcast among outcasts, but here you are safe to just be you.” Wednesday snuggles closer into Larissa’s side. “Maman, uses unusual punishments to “Correct my behavior” as she calls it. Food control, forced visions, and other things I'd rather not talk about right now…” Her voice is timid and if looks could kill Morticia would be dead right now if she was in sight. Larissa’s Muma Bear side has come out and you are struggling to keep your own anger in check.

“Darling, what can we do to help?” You ask softly, slowly undoing her messy braids and running your fingers through her hair, which she won't admit, but truly loves. “Am I old enough to decide where I want to live? I mean, I love it at the school, but with the never ending nightmares and the visions Maman sends me, I don’t feel safe in our dorm anymore. Can… Can I stay here?” Your heart beats a bit in your chest and so does Larissa’s. One glance at each other and your minds were made up. “Darling I will broach the situation to the school board, and have a well worded conversation with your parents, but I don’t see any harm in you living with us. We are your parents too, and we love you darling Wednesday.” The little raven nods her head and burrows her face into Larissa’s neck.

This is a side that you and Larissa have never seen from your troublemaker student, Wednesday was allowing herself to be vulnerable. She was always so put together, her walls built up and strong. Face stern with determination, and rock solid always. This young girl was broken, and so love starved. She desperately needed a foundation to lean on and it was obvious that she didn’t have it. While Morticia and Gomez were good people, it was obvious now that their parenting skills were lacking when it came to the child that demanded their attention to cope with her disabilities, but could never get it. So she built walls so high around herself that now you both were sure she couldn’t even find a way over.

After a while of calming down, Larissa excused herself to run back to the school to retrieve her laptop while Wednesday helped you cook dinner. Her actual motive though was something completely different. Locking her office door behind her she sat down at her desk and pulled out a crystal ball from her office drawer. Lighting the four candles she waved her hand over the top and spoke firmly. “I call forth Morticia Addams.” She sat back and waited as the ball swirled with purple and blue clouds.

“Larissa? Is everything okay?” The dove spoke as though she wasn’t waiting for this call. “Cut the bullshit Tish. I think we both know why I’m calling you this late.” Larissa was firm and strong in her voice, not wanting to have a petty conversation. Morticia sighed, knowing this was coming. “What stories has she told you now Lars?” “Stories, that’s what we are calling them? You have always been so obstinate Tish. Look, we are friends, but I have to ask. What the actual fuck. Your daughter is autistic and struggling and you decide that it is just Attention seeking? Your daughter is in a crisis and you couldn’t be bothered because she’s what. Different?” Larissa was seconds from losing her cool, calm collected demeanor. “Don’t even start with me Larissa. She is not autistic, she is a troublemaker. And while I love her, I won't stand for blatant disobedience. We have no problems with our dear Pugsley, Wednesday is just playing you.” Larissa scoffs loudly and has to fight back a sarcastic laugh.

“Fine if she is such a problem, then sign custody over to me until she is of age. I won't keep her from you, but I will take the responsibility of her and she can decide if she wants time with you and I will make sure she is taken care of.” Larissa knew it was a play on words, but she wasn’t budging. She was not going to let Wednesday suffer due to her old friend being a shitty mother because her daughter wasn’t exactly like her. “Excuse me?” Morticia says in a rather nasty tone. “You heard me perfectly clear Morticia.” Rolling her eyes the dove pinches the bridge of her nose. “You know what, fine. We will let Wednesday choose. You want to be her mother so bad, fine. Watch how fast she comes crawling back and away from you.” Larissa had never heard this much venom come from her old roommate. “Deal, I’ll send the paperwork over to you tomorrow morning. Have a good evening Morticia. Oh and please refrain from sending wicked visions to our dear Wednesday.” With a sweet customer service smile Larissa ended the call by blowing out the candles. The blond took a moment to catch her breath and let out the sigh of frustration she was holding onto. Putting everything away she reached into her filing cabinet and pulled out a stack of paperwork and put it in a folder to take home with her. She grabbed her things and headed back to the cottage, visibly worn from the conversation she had and feeling the day start to wear on her shoulders. As she walked back from the school to the place you called home to ran her hand soothingly over her bump. “Little one, your life is going to be so crazy… and so full of love.” Continuing down the path she made it back with a smile on her face and kicked off her shoes and jacket.

”I’m back my loves.” The blond Britt called out sweetly, making you poke your head around the kitchen door. “Just in time, we are putting dinner on the table now love” you said as you gave her a sweet kiss and one on her belly for good measure. Wednesday walked out just in time to roll her eyes in mock disgust before actually giggling. “You two are so cute it actually makes me nauseous.” Wednesday said and walked over to give Larissa a hug. “I’m glad you’re back.” She said in a whisper, Larissa ran her fingers through the girls hair and hugged her back leaving a kiss on her head as they broke their hug. The three sat down at the table to enjoy their dinner, Wednesday and Larissa went to reach for the salad tongs at the same time and as their hands touched Wednesday’s head was thrown back into a vision. At the same time Larissa hissed in pain and clutched at her swollen abdomen. “Riss!” You yelled immediately torn on what to do. “Get her, I'll be okay! She might hit her head again!” Larissa called as she backed away a bit from the table to breath through the sharp pain.

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Hello☺ could i request a Larissa x 18+student please?

S and Larissa realized they were attracted to each other and even tho it's wrong, they decided they would "release some pressure together" (without feelings and everything). But each time they had sex, feelings started to grow, but they don't want to end what they have so they don't tell each other. One night, Larissa wants to try something new (strap) and when S was about to cum, she asked Larissa to hold her thight and kiss her, Larissa wasn't sure if she wanted to do that because she knew what it meant, but decided to do it. And then when S came, S said "i love you so much". Larissa was shocked (because they didn't want that to happen) but end up telling her she loves her too.

I hope you like it and want to write it☺

Heyyy there anon! Ofc, I’d love to write this for you 💕 I incorporated a friends to lovers vibe as well as a bit of angst… 😏

More than just Sex ~Larissa Weems xFem Student!Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, implied eating out, d!ck riding, love confessions, bit angsty, age gap (all legal), friends with benefits, friends to lovers, etc…

Enjoy (;

You walked into Larissa’s office after a long school day to find her on the phone. You sat down by her desk and ran through your phone while you waited for Larissa to finish her call.

“Sorry about that Darling, how was your day?” Larissa asked, once she’d finished your call and hung up the phone.

You put your phone down, giving your attention to the blonde sitting across from you, “Pretty average. You?”

“Same. Buuut, it could be a lot better if you used that skilled tongue of yours…” Larissa purred with an edge of lust in her voice.

You chuckled as you came around her desk to the stunning principal and dropped to your knees.

“Anything for you, My Queen…” you toyed with your lover.

~~~

It had all started a couple months ago when the semester had just begun.

You had been attending Nevermore for years and knew Principal Weems well. You also knew yourself well, so you weren’t ignorant of your feelings to the tall principal. But you had had these feelings for years, and you weren’t about to act on them now. Even though you were 18 now…

The year had started as normal as one would expect. Larissa had gotten everything prepared to a T for the new semester. And eventually the students arrived. And you walked into the school… She had always liked you, but this year that attraction shifted. Larissa could feel her attraction had grown out of hand, but she was determined to keep it handled.

But all of that was thrown out the window at the Halloween Bash. Larissa and you had both drank a bit too much and eventually you had confessed almost everything to the other in a secluded corridor.

That night had started with Larissa kissing you against a column and had ended with you both completely naked and in Larissa’s private quarters.

From there, you were both concerned about you being a student and Larissa being the fucking principal. But you both were quick to admit that staying away from each other wasn’t an answer. So you both simply defined your relationship: you were fuck buddies. Plain and simple. No dating. No feelings. Just sex.

And that’s how it was. For months. Until everything slowly started to fall apart…

~~~

At first you thought you could ignore all the signs. The butterflies… The longing for her at all hours… The jealousy you felt when other flirted with Larissa… etc.

But walking back to your dormitory after your most recent meeting with the blonde principal, you left with a pit in your stomache.

You knew what this was. It was feelings. But you didn’t want to admit that to yourself. You couldn’t admit that. To yourself or to Larissa. It had been slowly growing over time, the more you and sex with the goddess of a woman, the more you fell for her…

You sighed, wanting to rid all and any thoughts regarding this, so you simply went to bed.

~~~

A week went by and you ignored Larissa out of ignorant guilt. On Friday evening, you got a text from the blonde…

Sorry I’ve been so busy lately… Got a new toy for us to try (; Meet me in 10?

You texted back,

You Bet (:

Before getting up to go meet Larissa in her private quarters. You entered her office thought out knocking and went straight to her attached private quarters. Upon entering and locking the room, your brain completely short circuited.

Larissa was standing next to the bed, unpinning her curls while in a deep scarlet lingerie set, but most importantly, she was also adorning a brand new purple strap on…. You gulped and we’re at a loss for words.

Larissa met your gaze and smirked at your dumbfoundness, “Well… What do you think…?” she purred, making her way towards you.

“I think I’m wearing far too many clothes…” you whispered, and then you immediately began stripping in front of the blonde.

Larissa’s eyes widened the more skin you revealed. Her lips quickly crashed into yours as desperate hands tore off your clothing. She kissed you all the way to the edge of the bed and allowed you both to fall onto it. Larissa backed up to the head board, and spread her legs to for you fill.

“How about you ride my dick, hmmm darling…?” Larissa purred with a lustful glint in her eye.

You bit your lip and nodded eagerly, coming to straddle her form. But before you were able to line your soaked cunt up to her massive dick, Larissa halted you by kissing and sucking on your pressure point. She then grabbed some lube from the night stand and graciously coated the plastic dick with the lube.

“Wouldn’t want me to split you in half, now would we…?” Larissa teasingly purred, as she then grabbed your hips and aligned your aching pussy with her member.

“Please Larissa please…” you groaned out.

You sunk down on Larissa’s cock with a guttural moan. Suddenly this all felt really vulnerable and intimate. You looked up to Larissa and you swore you saw something besides lust.

Once you had adjusted to her filling you up, Larissa helped you start to ride her. Strings of moans and cries flowed from your desperate lips. Your climax approached quickly and in an overwhelming nature.

“M’mm close… God Larissa…!!” You cried out and then smashing your lips into hers.

This kiss was different as well… It was more heartfelt and caring…

“Doing so well for me, baby… cum for me…” Larissa moaned into the kiss.

“It’s too much…!! Hold me…?” You whimpered out, not thinking straight.

Larissa parted from your lips for a moment and stared at you as if she was contemplating something. As if she was also thinking what you were thinking about constantly…

And she apparently decided that it was worth it. As her lips smashed back into yours and she took you fully in her embrace, rutting up into you and causing you to spill over the edge.

“Holy—Fuck! I love you so much…!!” You screamed, as you toppled over the edge on top of the blonde.

You hadn’t even registered the words that had come out of your mouth until you had come down from your high. But it was very apparent very quickly after that. Larissa had stopped all administrations and was staring at you, mouth agape.

You wanted to take it back. Say “No I’m sorry, it was a mistake!!” But nothing came out…

You gulped and looked down in shame, taking yourself carefully off the blondes dick. Larissa then went out of the room, and for a second you were concerned she was just going to leave… But she didn’t. She came back with a warm washcloth and helped clean you up. All in silence.

Eventually, the silence became unbearably awkward as the two of you were just sitting on the bed, staring at each other and then glancing away quickly…

“I’m sorry…” you managed to whisper out, but not being able to meet her gaze as you spoke.

Larissa head swiveled back to meet your gaze at your words. Her eyes were glossy and waves of emotions tore through them.

“I… I love you too…” the blonde quivered, stuttering to say such a vulnerable thing.

You were taken aback. What…?

Larissa then scooped your up and pulled you into your embrace, her lips ghosting the shell of your ear, “I love you too…” she repeated, “and I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to admit it…”

You melted into her embrace, tears beginning to flow from your eyes. You stayed in each others arms for a while, Larissa cradling your form and whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

~~~

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wine and ember - l.w.

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

summary: pre-relationship, understood mutual feelings, lesbians being lesbians and flirting without flirting, larissa <3 (also featuring a tiny wenclair bc babies)

warnings: alcohol consumption, a few suggestive comments, kissing/light making out

note: probably poorly written because i wrote this while at work lol

“enid, have you ever even heard of algernon blackwood?” she shakes her head. “then how can you know you don’t like this book?”

“you saw wednesday! she was excited about this book,” excited may have been a vast overstatement of the look on wednesday’s face, “so i just know it’s scary!”

a deep sigh passes my lips, “enid, if you read this book, you can write your paper on all reasons you hate it, but just give it a shot. make wednesday read it to you, if that’ll make it more bearable,” a blush grows on the blonde’s cheeks. “now, lunch starts in 43 seconds and you’re still in my classroom, i’m starting to think you want some bonus assignm-”

“bye! see you tomorrow,” enid bursts and with that she skips down the hall. a laugh leaves me, my head dropping to my desk. i let my head smack against my desk a few times. only third period and i was already down for the count, missing my blankets and bed-side bag of red vines back in my quarters.

click, click, click, click.

“already losing battles? the semester has only begun,” my head stopped its assault on the desk. there it was, the voice that felt like espresso in the morning and lavender at night. her visits were typically for discussing lesson plans or students. sometimes it was just a friendly catching up, and other times we never spoke at all. lately it seemed to be the last two, either way she was always welcome. her presence was enough to soothe even the most frustrating days.

“i just resisted puppy-dog eyes from the enid sinclair. that’s called winning battles, principal weems,” i joke back, my head not leaving my desk. “where is my reward?”

a laugh escapes her lips, a hand sliding across my shoulders, “a great victory indeed, though i have no reward for you. would some wine tonight suffice?” goosebumps followed the path of her hand, more rose from her words.

i tilted my head back and opened my eyes to look at her, “i’m quite picky with wine, it better be worth my while.” her lips curved into a smile, her eyes rolling with humor. every time i put a smile on her face i was almost in awe. in awe that i was capable of making her, a goddess amongst mortals, smile like that.

my eyes follow her as she moves from behind me to sit on edge of my desk. her eyes looking down at me made it hard to sit still, to not stand up and trap her against the desk. i stare back up at her from my seat, watching as her eyes scan across my face, flickering down to my lips a couple times. my eyes stay on hers, too captured by them to look away.

her lips were moving, but words didn’t reach my ears. “hmm?” i let out, blinking rapidly to reset my thoughts.

“wine, darling. white, rosé, or red?” her own crimson lips were in a smirk, knowing she had distracted me by just being here. could she see how i longed for her lipstick to paint my skin? for her touch to trace those stains she leaves behind?

“red. red is good,” i couldn’t trust myself with more words, still recovering from getting lost in her, and she seemed to relish in that fact. the fact that her eyes, her voice, her touch, they were all capable of shutting me up and making me still. i wished to make her as nervous as she makes me, wanting the same butterflies that fill my stomach and the same hand that grips my heart to find her.

she stands from her perch at my desk, my face now level with her abdomen, but my eyes never leaving her face. a hand rises to my cheek, her thumb stroking it ever so lightly, “seven o’clock?”

leaning into her hand, i match her hushed tone, “wouldn’t miss it for the world, larissa.” at that she dropped my face and left, only a light pink blush across her cheeks. i smiled to myself for being able to make her blush like a nervous teenager.

it’s 6:57 and i’m running. sprinting from icarus hall as fast as possible to make it to larissa on time. 6:59 and i’m practically running through walls, sliding across the floor as i turn down hallways. the bell tower begins to ring, seven o’clock. i land in front of her door and collect myself. before my hand can even tap the door, it opens.

“am i supposed to pretend i didn’t see you run across the gardens?”

“i can always leave and walk back again if that suits you?” she laughs at my response. “you said seven. i wasn’t going to leave you waiting… but if you insist…” i begin to slowly turn away. her hand grabs gentle hold of my upper arm.

“oh just sit down, you fool,” her laugh is even stronger. my heart beats rapidly at the sound. i watch as she grabs two glasses and pours. my eyes never leaving her hands, watching as they gripped the bottle, balanced the glass stem between her fingers. i blinked quickly as she started to return to me, not wanting her to notice my staring.

she passes me a glass, fingers brushing mine in the process. the feeling of her skin was enough to goosebumps up my arm, and she was watching close enough to notice. she sat next to me, turning herself towards my direction, legs tucked under her. there was comfort in the silence between us. her eyes stayed on the fire place, bringing her glass to her lips. it was hard to pull my attention away from her long enough to take a sip of my own wine.

“does this suit as reward for your victory against puppy-dog eyes?” larissa’s voice dances around me. i could feel the weight of the question, could also feel the toying within her tone.

“for now,” i state before taking a sip of wine, looking in her eyes as i do so. a single, perfectly penciled brow raises as she cocks her head to side. her lips part, then shut again. checkmate, i think to myself.

the tables turn immediately when larissa leans forward, eyes glued to mine. i’m trapped in her gaze, i cannot move and i don’t want to. i take this chance to look at her, to truly look at her. nothing could or would ever compare to her right now, in this moment. her lipstick half gone from the day, much stuck to the rim of her wine glass. her cheeks rosy from the warmth of the fire in front of us, and hopefully the moment between us. she was pure light in my eyes, the sun and stars will never outshine her. i travel back to her eyes, they must have been crafted from the finest of kyanite crystals. she finally speaks up after a “do-i-even-want-to-know” amount of my staring.

“hi,” she whispers since she’s barely two inches from my own face.

“hey,” and i immediately want to bang my head on a wall, she’s this close and she’s all i’ve ever wanted and needed, and i said ‘hey.’

“if…if wine suffices ‘for now,’ what would suffice ‘for later’ or-”it’s there that larissa pauses, like she’s made a mistake. if this were any other moment, i’d dismiss this, but her face falls and she’s looks almost scared.

i answer the first part, “as ‘for later,’ more time with you is all i require, if that’s okay with you,” she smiles and i decide to lighten to mood more, let her decide what she wants to reveal. “about ‘or’ i’m less confident, give me a day to think about it,” i huff a laugh at my own joke while placing my wine on the table. smiling harder when i look to see she’s biting her lip to not laugh, but it proves unsuccessful.

“you’re not funny, first of all,” a finger presses to my lips as i start to protest her insult, and i bite my tongue. she pulls her finger away from my mouth as she leans to put her own glass on the table. “second, don’t mind the ‘or,’ i quite liked your first answer, more time with you is more than okay with me,” she smiles so softly in this moment i nearly melt like putty next to her on the loveseat.

moving slowly, i begin to lean closer to her. our noses brush and her breath grazes my lips. every part of me is buzzing, begging for her touch. my hand cups her cheek, she sucks in a breath but doesn’t lean away. at this, i lean more to place my forehead against hers, and i hear the breath she took in release. her hands come to rest on my neck, and my heart rate flies through the roof, she could probably feel it. the heart that beat for her only.

her hands slid to the back of my neck, her eyes look into mine, asking if she can move forward. my free hand moves to cup the other side of her face, my thumb stroking the apple of her cheek. so beautiful.

i lean slowly, leaving time for her to move. praise to the gods above because she doesn’t move, she urges forward and connects our lips. the kiss is so gentle, both of us craving the closeness. then, one of her hands moves from my neck, down to my waist. she pulls me closer to her and i nearly gasp, she uses this opportunity to move her tongue to my mouth, gentle and calculated in her movements. holding back a moan from the contact, i move one hand into her hair, the other hand’s finger spreading out, needing to hold more of her like my life depended on it.

she pushes into me more, i willingly move with her, wanting to feel the delicious weight of her against me. this only spurs both of us on, hands wander further and the kiss becomes deeper. i don’t think i could ever live a day without this ever again, without her here, half on my lap and kissing me. pulling away from her to take a breath only becomes more sweet once i open my eyes again. her lipstick is smudged a bit, her up-do now disheveled, her dress wrinkled, she was a work of art. i could only whisper to her, not wanting to ruin this moment, not wanting her to move.

“would it be selfish to ask for all of your time?”

“would it be selfish of me to accept it for all of yours in return?”

this originally ended just after the “checkmate” part but then i just kept going lol. feedback is appreciated <3

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I saw your requests are open and I was hoping you could write a Larissa x f!reader :)) reader and Larissa are already in a relationship but reader is still very shy around her. R is an artist but only ever draws plants and flowers which Larissa loves but one day she decides to draw her girlfriend and keeps the drawing hidden in her sketchbook (cause she’s shy and nervous about it) until Larissa flips through it one day and finds it. I think she would get really emotional and think that the way reader sees her is really beautiful and would be so soft with reader and shower them in so much love and affection <3

A/N: thank you so much for the request, i'm sorry it took so long and i hope it turned out to your liking <3

this is heaven

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

words: ~2.2k | ao3 link in title

content: fluff, lots of fluff, brief moment of anxiety there in the middle

Art had always been a passion of yours. Every scrap of paper that found itself under your hands eventually ended up covered in doodles, the walls of your quarters were plastered with canvases of your own paintings. You worked with nearly every medium you could get your hands on, from watercolor to acrylics to oils and everything in between, though the subject matter was always the same - plants, flowers, foliage. 

The beauty of nature simply captured your eye like nothing else had ever managed to do. Until you met your girlfriend, Larissa Weems, that is. God, that woman managed to light a fire inside of you, bringing parts of your heart to life that you previously hadn’t known to exist.

You still didn’t know how you’d managed to woo a woman like Larissa but you were so grateful for it. She was everything you’d ever wanted in a partner. Months into your relationship she still made your heart flutter and butterflies erupt in your stomach every time you looked at her, and, if you were honest with yourself, her piercing gaze still managed to make you a bit nervous. You felt like a giddy, lovestruck teenager.

“Darling?” Larissa’s lilting accent pulled you out of your daydream.

“Hmm?” You hummed absentmindedly as she stepped in front you, fingers carding through your hair, crimson lips pecking your own in a chaste kiss.

“You’re staring again.” There was a teasing smirk plastered on Larissa’s face but your cheeks burned all the same.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, hiding your face in the crook of her neck. 

“Don’t be sorry, I love it.” Your girlfriend wrapped her arms around you, placing her chin atop your head, and you could feel the soothing vibrations of her voice as she spoke. “I have a meeting in thirty minutes and I have to prepare. I’ll see you tonight?”

You pulled back, smiling and pressing a final kiss to her lips. “See you tonight.”

~~~

Your classes passed achingly slowly that day, your students busy with painting a still life as you sat at your desk. Having finished your grading for the week and answered all of your emails, you pulled out your sketchbook and flipped to a blank page, hoping to pass the last hour of class by filling the paper with a few doodles. 

Your pencil hovered over the paper as you thought for a moment. Perhaps a simple rose, or a lily, just a little sketch to kill time. Your mind drifted back to that morning with Larissa: to the wisps of silvery hair framing her face, the angular lines of her clavicles, the curves of her hips hidden beneath her dress, the smooth muscles of her long calves.

With butterflies fluttering madly about behind your navel, you decided to try something different and started to draw, your girlfriend’s stunning form slowly taking shape underneath your pencil. It was wildly out of your comfort zone and you were sure the drawing would never see the light of day - something for your eyes alone - but it didn’t look half bad.

Your drawing was inspired by a picnic you’d gone on over the summer. Larissa had looked so stunning in a light green, sleeveless dress, one that bunched up deliciously around her tummy and thighs when she sat on the picnic blanket, revealing long, pale legs which she crossed demurely at the ankles. She’d tilted her head back to bask in the warm glow of the midday sun, looking so blissful and carefree - face devoid of any frown lines, any creases between her eyebrows or on her forehead. When she’d felt your gaze upon her, she’d smiled brightly at you, sapphire eyes shining, crinkling at the outer corners. A light flush had adorned her cheeks and you hadn’t been able to resist the urge to kiss her senseless, committing the sounds of her giggles to memory.

You were so engrossed in your sketching that you nearly jumped when the bell rang, signifying the end of your workday. You hastily shoved the sketchbook into your bag and dismissed your class, excited to spend the evening with Larissa.

~~~

Larissa let herself into your shared quarters, toeing off her heels and setting her purse down next to the door.

“Darling?” she called out, knowing your classes had already ended and you were usually home before her. 

“In here,” came your reply.

Larissa followed your voice into the kitchen, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips when she saw you chopping up some vegetables for dinner, focused completely on the task at hand. She came to stand behind you, pressing herself into you and kissing the sensitive spot beneath your ear, drawing a whimper from your throat.

“Hi, baby,” you breathed, setting down the knife and tilting your head to the side to give Larissa full access to your neck.

“Hi, love,” she murmured between the sloppy kisses she planted down your neck, leaving a trail of red lipstick prints in her wake.

You turned in her embrace so you could kiss her properly, groaning as her tongue parted your lips and began to explore your mouth, sliding smoothly against your own.

You pulled away reluctantly, your hands settling on her waist as you pecked her lips.

“Let me just go to the bathroom really fast and then I’ll finish prepping dinner, okay?” Larissa hummed in approval and you pressed a chaste kiss to Larissa’s cheek before padding off down the hallway.

Larissa sighed and leaned against the counter, gazing absently around the room when her eyes fell to your sketchbook poking out of your bag. She was enthralled by your artwork and loved when you’d show her what you’d drawn throughout the day. Surely you wouldn’t mind…

Curiosity got the better of her and Larissa plucked the book from your bag, flipping through it. Her lips curled into a smile at the different flowers and plants you’d drawn, some she didn’t even recognize, making a mental note to ask you about them.

Her fingers turned to the most recent page and her heart began to hammer in her chest.

She recognized the scene you’d drawn, she knew immediately the woman in the drawing was her, though it was so beautiful it made her pause. Her finger traced over her own image, enraptured. 

Larissa wasn’t blind - she knew she wasn’t unattractive. Still, she’d never thought of herself in quite that way before. As a child she was bullied for her height, her androgyny. As a teenager she’d experimented with her shapeshifting abilities, desperate to find little ways to change herself in order to make herself more palatable, to help herself blend in more.

As an adult she had accepted herself, even grown to love herself, for who she was. But the scars from her childhood remained, and would always influence the way she saw herself and presented herself to the world.

For someone to see her, all of her, and truly love her? To see the beauty in the little crinkles next to her eyes, her wide smile, her unusual height? To even draw inspiration from her? It was enough to bring Larissa to the brink of tears.

~~~

You exited the bathroom and made your way back to the kitchen, coming to a halt in front of your girlfriend, who was looking down at a book in her hands.

“Rissa?” She looked up at your voice, tears in her eyes, her lower lip wobbling ever so slightly.

You were immediately alarmed, unsure what had inspired this sudden onslaught of emotion. That’s when your eyes fell back to the book in her hands. Your sketchbook. 

Your stomach dropped and you felt your face and chest turn bright red. You knew exactly what Larissa had seen.

“Rissa, I’m, um, I didn’t mean for you to-” you stuttered, close to tears yourself as you couldn’t read the emotions on her face. You just weren’t as experienced in drawing people. What if it was no good and she felt horrible about it and you’d just made her feel awful?

“Is this how you see me?” she whispered, holding back a choked sob. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, nodding nervously, an icy cold shooting through your veins.

Larissa dropped the sketchbook unceremoniously onto the counter and lunged forward, wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug.

“Is… is it okay?” Your heart was pounding against your ribcage, voice muffled against Larissa’s shoulder.

“Oh, darling,” Larissa leaned back, cupping your cheeks in her hands. “It’s beautiful. You make me feel beautiful.” She smiled brightly, a contrast to the tears still streaming down her cheeks. You reached up, swiping them away with the pad of your thumb.

“You are beautiful, Larissa. A silly drawing could never do you justice.” You held her gaze, staring deeply into watery sapphires, hoping she would believe every word. A lovely blush akin to a sunset tinted her cheeks at your words.

“And yet you did a marvelous job, my darling,” she murmured, taking your chin between her fingers and capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

“May I keep it?” Her eyes shone brightly as they searched yours.

“You want to keep it?” You were stunned.

“I want to be able to look at it every day, so I can always remember how you see me, even on days when I don’t see myself that way.” Her smile wobbled a little and you cupped her cheek, tracing your thumb over her jaw as unshed tears of happiness glazed over your eyes.

“Of course, Larissa,” you murmured.

She wrapped her arms around your waist, picking you up off the floor and spinning you in a circle, eliciting a series of giggles from you that filled your kitchen.

When she set you down, you were out of breath and slightly dizzy, grinning up at her. 

“Were you nervous about your drawing?” she asked, looking slightly concerned as her hand came up to cup your cheek.

“A bit,” you confessed, letting out a breathy laugh.

“Darling, you are the best artist I know. You know I love everything you draw.” Larissa planted a kiss to your lips. “You have nothing to be nervous about, my dear. I love you.”

The way she looked down at you with such warmth and care in her eyes gave you a surge of confidence and you pulled out of her embrace, her eyebrows furrowing as you hopped up onto the counter and parted your legs.

“Come here,” you giggled, and Larissa came to stand between your thighs.

“You are so stunning, Larissa, it makes my heart stop when I look at you. I just had to draw you, even knowing I could never do your beauty justice.”

Larissa blushed a lovely shade of pink at your words, ducking down to tuck her face into the crook of your neck.

“Don’t hide from me, my love,” you murmured. You took her hand in your own, bringing her knuckles up to your lips and kissing each one lightly before flipping her hand over and pressing a lingering kiss to her palm.

“Such beautiful hands,” your breath fluttered over her skin, sending a visible trail of goosebumps up her arm, which you chased with your lips. “Soft, perfect skin.”

Your lips reached Larissa’s shoulder and you pulled back her dress a bit to kiss the skin there. “Adorable freckles,” you giggled as you kissed your way to her neck, reveling in the airy moan she let out as your lips lingered there, sucking a bit at her pulse point.

Your lips connected with her jaw, tracing a path from left to right. “Strong jaw…” You hovered over her lips for a moment, not quite making contact before smirking and pulling away to pepper kisses all over cheeks. “Lovely, blushy cheekbones.” They were warm under your lips with the heat of her flush.

“Hair spun from moonlight,” you tucked a stray wave behind Larissa’s ear, gazing lovingly into her eyes, which stared at you with such an intensity your knees might have buckled, had you been standing. “Eyes as blue as the clearest ocean.”

Your hands worked at the buttons at the front of her dress, revealing the swell of her cleavage covered in a lacy bra, and again your lips bypassed her own as you attached them to her collarbone, nipping gently at the skin. 

“My goddess, sculpted from marble,” you whispered against her skin, your kisses moving down her sternum until you reached her breasts. You pulled her bra aside to nip and suck at the soft flesh, before flicking your tongue over her nipple. Larissa squirmed under your touch, whimpering as your teeth grazed the slowly hardening bud.

Your hands soothed over her hips before coming to rest on her ass, roughly palming her through her dress, drawing a moan from her chest.

“Darling,” she panted, and you glanced up at her. “Just kiss me already.”

You surged up, claiming her lips in a hungry kiss which Larissa immediately deepend, licking into your mouth and letting out a heavenly whine.

“Let me worship you?” You murmured against her lips. If the responding moan wasn’t answer enough, surely the way Larissa gripped your thighs and dragged you closer to her was.

You allowed yourself to be dragged to the bedroom and all you could think was that this, right here, Larissa’s fingers threaded through your own, her lips attacking every bit of skin they could reach, this was heaven.

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Can you write a Larissa Weems OS where Reader was looking after a bunch of kids and when she wanted to talk to a misbehaving child they run away so she grabs them and sets them on a table to taln to the kid eye to eye the kud kicks against the bench before the table and it falls on the readers foot. Larissa comes in with the mom of the kids, because the mom is Larissa's friend Reader offered to watch the kids, to see Reader holding back tears and a quickly swelling foot takes her to the doctor and they find out the toe is broken and Larissa comforts the Reader (that is an actual thing that happened to me on monday and I'm craving some comfort from Larissa) but write it only if it's ok for you

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𝐚/𝐧: Hey Crimson! Ty for the ask - i think this is actually a really cute idea.

HOWEVER

I’m so sorry that happened to you! That seems crazy, and I hope that your recovery goes smoothly!

I had to ask my friends and one of them thats in the med program here about breaking bones - what it feels like, what you’d get afterwards, etc - because I’ve actually never broken a bone before (HEAVILY knocking on wood rn). I tried to do this justice - i did change it sliggghhhtttlllyyy BUT I hope you enjoy!

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The rapid sounds of small, running footsteps and loud, excited screams filled your ears the closer you got to the little playground that was adjacent to the prestigious academy for outcasts. You had been a professor there for quite some time. Working with unique species and developing teenage brains every day surely gave you more tosses and turns than you expected to face when you had applied for the job some years ago, but you loved it regardless.

You pushed yourself to be someone for the students to feel comfortable reaching out towards and, in the process, created a home for yourself here with the help of the amazing principal (and now wife) Larissa Weems. You realized you fell hard for the woman after just a few months of working here - her captivating personality and kindness towards everyone made your heart swell after being enticed with the professional that could gain a rooms attention just by being present. Lucky, your company had given her butterflies as much as hers gave to you. You constantly helped each other get through the issues the growing minds threw at the both of you.. though, there was a part of you that always enjoyed the little ones.

In your spare time, you often found yourself at the daycare for outcasts that was right next to the school to give a helping hand. It was something that Larissa added when the population of outcasts grew larger. Being able to provide for this community was something you both held close to your heart, and there was a big part of you that was excited to have a child of your own. Seeing the little ones grow into their abilities was something you always found fascinating, but you always made sure to give them the most reassurance you could muster - the smaller ones often being confused and scared of something they didn’t understand quite yet.

You were lucky to find them at their playtime break outside. During this time of year, you always let out a soft chuckle when you saw the children wrapped in their winter coats and bundled up in their beanies and scarves their parents provided them - the puff of the fabrics making the children take up three times the space than they normally would. Seeing the little frosts or yeti children always concerned you at first glance in the winter - not needing such things due to their nature - but you soon got used to the sight the more you came here.

The main daycare teacher was standing next to the light post that lit the playground in a golden glow under the overcast sky. Her name was Olivia, and you’d grown closer to the younger woman the more you offered your help. She often stated how you were like an older sister to her - a thought that warmed your heart every time. She hugged her body close, the chill of the outside world going through her coat, and you couldn’t help but give a weak smile.

“Hey, Liv,” You said while wrapping your coat around the woman. “Is there anything I can help with today?”

“Y/N! Hi, thank you..” She tugged the thick coat closer to her body as she let out a shuddering breath. “We’re just staying warm, for now.. If you wanted, could you prepare some hot chocolate for when it’s time to head inside? I’m sure a lot of them will like the drink to warm up..”

You nodded and went to head into the building that stood behind her, but something caught your eye. A little lycan boy, who you immediately recognized as little Connor, was kicking and throwing wood chips in areas where other kids played. A small tsk left your mouth as you walked in his direction.

“Connnnoooorrrr?” You said with a playful lift in your voice. At the sound, he shot his gaze to you and screamed excitedly before bolting in a different direction. You decided it best to run after him, he was on a little mischievous streak after all.

“I got you, little one!” You boomed in a light tone. You didn’t want the kids to ever hold guilt for a situation but for them to understand what they were doing wrong, so you were always playful then serious when explaining, ensuring that they learned from their mistakes.

“Watch me make hot chocolate while we talk about why we don’t throw wood chips, hmm?” You picked him up as he agreed and wildly giggled, though a trouble maker, he was one of your favorites.

After helping him out of his coat, you settled him on the front table so you could look at each other at the same height. You didn’t want to intimidate him and wanted him to be honest with how he felt - it was the best move bringing him to your level.

You walked over to a cabinet to get some cups and chocolate mix. He watched your every move in genuine curiosity, your movements swift but not fast enough to disturb him. You walked back towards him, waiting for the liquid to warm before stopping in front of him.

“Now.. what do you think caused me to bring you in here, little wolf?” You watched him fidget slightly, refusing to answer for a moment. You took the moment to walk off and make him a cup of hot chocolate to warm up. While handing it to him, you spoke again.

“If I recall..” you started, offering him the small cup which he gladly accepted. “This is an issue we’ve had before, yes?”

“Yes, Ms.Weems,” he replied softly into his cup, his eyes moving to yours before his focus moved back to the drink.

“And what did we say the solution was, hmm?”

“If I want to do that with the wood chips then I should go off to the side where it won’t hit anyone..”

“That’s good, Connor. I’m glad you remembered that because we don’t want to have a repeat of-“

“But it wasn’t hitting anyone this time!! This time no one got hurt!!! Why can’t I keep doing it there!?!” The big outburst of energy from the small child caused a few things in close proximity to knock over with his quick feet and rapid moving arms. Some markers and a few plastic cups fell to the floor. The worst of it all was how his feet sent a chair down to the ground with a few large bangs that echoed throughout the room - the end of your foot breaking most of the fall…

The chair bounced off your foot and brought another wave of pain as it landed there again. At the first initial fall, a loud yelp left your lips as your eyes squeezed shut from the first wave of pain. You moved to catch yourself on a nearby desk as the chair settled itself on the floor. You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes before you could even process the severity of the situation.

Oh.. this certainly didn’t feel right.. You couldn’t bare to move your foot as an overwhelming warmth spread throughout your body - starting at the tip of your toes and quickly moving up to your head. Small waves of pain started there and made it hard to focus on anything else, making your body shudder as each one ran its course.

The sound of heels echoing down the hall registered in your mind, though the pain was so overwhelming that you didn’t give it your undivided attention or curiosity.

“It’s always so good to see you, Serenity. It’s lovely catching up with you. Let’s go ahead and grab little Connor, hmm? Right in here and- oh, y/n! Y/N?!” The beautiful accent filled your ears and eased the pain for what felt like seconds. Next thing you knew, the lovely woman was by your side softly rubbing your back. “My love, what happened?”

“Connor.. he-” you were cut off as another wave of pain vibrated through your body. She helped settle you on top of a desk and tried her best to get you to explain through the pain - every touch she gave was gentle and comforting, the love she held for you being transferred through her fingertips. Your throat burned as you attempted to get more words out, your breath running shorter by the second. “I-I don’t blame him- There.. was a little outburst but I understand why-”

Tears were now slipping from your eyes as the adrenaline slowly wore off - handing you the pain in tenfold as you held Larissa’s sleeves in a vice grip in attempt to ground yourself. Her eyes rapidly examined your face as she processed each of your words.

“Somethings broken..” You weakly managed to say, in between breaths.

Larissa, being the goddess she is, was able to handle the situation with a professional face - even if her insides were screaming at her to move and quickly get you to the hospital. She got the pair home and was able to update Olivia on the situation before helping you to the car. Her comfort never left you - a hand tracing patterns along your thigh and her angelic voice reminding you to breathe whenever your mind was too focused on the pain.

The trip to the hospital was a quick one - your wife becoming sick with worry after seeing you in so much pain caused her to make moves she wouldn’t normally make with a level head. By the time they had run all their tests and fully taken care of you, the sun had left the sky, causing the overcast atmosphere to run completely black.

Larissa walked into your room with an empathetic frown on her face. The sight of you in the hospital bed asleep with your foot elevated in a cast brought a spike of pain to her heart as she settled herself next to you. She brought your hand to her lips and kissed each of your knuckles.

“You really are something, Y/n..” She whispered, a small chuckle leaving her mouth.

You awoke a few moments later to a nice tingling feeling dancing patterns along your arm. As your eyes opened and took in the environment around you, your heart swelled as your eyes met captivating sapphire ones - you wife absentmindedly scratching along your forearm softly.

“Riss..?” You croaked out, your throat slightly dry form being out for so long. You attempted to sit up more, only to be met with a firm hand pushing you back down. You allowed the bed under you to capture your full weight as you watched your lovely wife grab a water bottle from beside her. She lifted it to your lips gently, waiting for you to drink, with her hand held out underneath to catch any water that would happen to slip from you.

“The doctor said we could go home whenever you woke, but I don’t want to leave here until you’re fully awake and ready, okay? One of your toes ended up breaking, so you’re going to have a cast for about four weeks, my love..” She brought the water down, after it seemed you had enough, as she answered all your unasked questions. “A crutch was given to you to refrain from putting too much weight on it.. and it’s advised to keep your foot elevated as much as you can..”

You threw your head back and let out a frustrated groan as the reality of the situation fully processed itself in your brain. “Can I go back to teaching though?” You asked, your voice laced with a bit of sadness because you didn’t want to set aside your passion for too long.

This caused the tall blonde to let out a loud laugh, you following in suit because you could never deny the bubbly feeling that rumbled in your chest every time you were able to make the sound come from your lover. She brought a hand up to stroke your cheek softly, your body naturally leaning into her touch.

“As your wife.. I’d appreciate if you took at least a few days off. As your boss, though.. I am making you take a few days off.” She said, laughing at her own comment. This was a little game she liked to play every so often and it never failed to make a smile grace your features. You loved how much she cared for you, and this little move was something you did to each other much more at the beginning of your relationship but said every now and then still.

After a while, you were ready to go home, ultimately just wanting to cuddle up with the sapphire beauty under some blankets and relish in each others company. Adjusting to the crutch was definately something that you would have to get used to, something your wife tried to hide her laugh at. The bruises from catching yourself so hard were making themselves known, after a while - something Larissa couldn’t help but notice.

Your determination brought you out of the room and far down the hall before you had to stop and allow your body to catch up. Just as you were about to start again, you felt two strong hands at your waist move to your upper back and your knees. Letting out a small yelp as you were lifted into the air, you looked back only to be met with your wife’s confident smirk being thrown back at you.

“Having some trouble?” She asked, the mirth laced in her tone caused you to let out a laugh.

“You know I had it.. but thank you, love..” You replied, nuzzling your face into the crook of her neck. With every breath you took, you inhaled more of her scent - the vanilla and rose making a warmth settle in your chest and a small blush sit on your cheeks. You truly would never grow tired of this.

“We can practice more as the weekend comes..” She said as you felt her strong strides make their way towards the outside of the hospital.

“I don’t know..” You said with a playful tone. “I could get used to this~ You could be my crutch,” you added with a giggle. The small comment made the blonde chuckle and look down at you. There was nothing but love and adoration in her eyes, and it never failed to give you butterflies.

You leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek and kissed along her jaw to place an ending one on her lips, appreciating the light lipstick stains they left in their tracks. You settled back into the crook of her neck as exhaustion from the day was finally catching up to you.

“I love you, Riss.” You said as your eyes fluttered shut softly.

“I love you too, my darling girl.. Now, lets get you home.”

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𝐚/𝐧: hi everyone :)

I haven't been on my socials as much because I just finished my first week back at college (YAY FOUR DAY WEEKEND - i have no friday classes cuz my schedule worked out) so I'm still slightly adjusting

BUT!

I spend some of my free time trying to write so when I saw this ask I was ONE honored !! like guys this is my first ask this was so cute ! I hope you guys liked it ! and TWO i started on it right when I saw it. It's nice to get a little break form my other writing to get some more creativity flowing

I'll be on here and my other socials more on weekends since I don't have classes, but since this is a passion it won't be strictly weekends lmao. ill be floating arounnnnnndddd

I hope you enjoyed this one! I'll be changing my page around a bit after I post this so it's on my pinned :)

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[gothic-daydreamer]

-My Safe Place -

Larissa Weems x Female!Reader

This is my first post on Tumblr so please excuse any mistakes I may make!

Warnings: claustrophobia, panic attack, crying, public embarrassment, shouting.

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I love the dust of a library.

Running my finger along the wooden shelves gives me a feeling of euphoria as I carve a track in the coating, the smell of the warm leather as the summer sun shines in through the library's large glass windows.

If I inhaled a second time I would smell the freshly pressed pages of newly bound books, one of the most comforting sensations I could remember experiencing in my life.

Yes, if I was to name my favourite place, it would be the library of Nevermore Academy. My own little paradise.

I balanced precariously upon a wooden ladder, only a few feet above the ground. I held the railing with one hand, clasping a grouping of books with the other. I scanned the titles on the shelves as I searched for the beginning of a new group, the letter S.

"Rest of the wicked... Room for another... Reckless romance..." I smiled briefly as I found the space between, carefully balancing myself to remove 'Secrets of the Heart' from my pile and wedge it between the last R title and the nearest S title.

I could hear the sound of footfall across the old, wooden floorboards. The footsteps were too... Elegant, too sharp to be a student. I assumed Marilyn was back to return A History of Aquatic Herbs, or perhaps the more unlikely option of Mrs Daripius bringing me the new shipment of ink pots.

"Did you find the Lebanese Watercress you were searching for, Marilyn?" I didn't bother to turn as the footsteps paused at the end of the aisle. I climbed another rung higher on the ladder, stretching to reach the shelf above me and place my last book, The Art of Pyromancy, into it's rightful place.

I didn't realise how close Marilyn had gotten until a hand laid itself on my calf, and I turned to find it was not Marilyn who had startled me, it was blonde hair I saw instead of red. Larissa grinned up at me, caressing my lower leg with her thumb "I still find it odd, having to look up at you"

I snorted in amusement, finding it slightly disturbing myself "it's quite the role reversal" I agreed, turning to double check I had placed my books in the right order. Once satisfied, I turned back to the beautiful woman below me. Larissa lowered her eyes to take in my full outfit, from the kitten heels on my feet to the cream cardigan that hung loosely from my shoulders. She smiled appreciatively while running her hand from the top of my knee to the start of my ankle, and back again.

"you don't realise, do you?" Larissa's head was level with my stomach at the height I was elevated to and I felt butterflies fill me as she laid her head against me. I still held the ladder with a hand to keep myself balanced, but my free arm found it's way to wrap around her shoulders and nestle my hand into her soft white hair.

"I'm not sure what you mean, Lissy" I smiled down at her as her eyes closed, seemingly finding peace in my embrace. The older woman was quiet for a few moments, as if she didn't want to spoil the blissful silence she found herself in. I let my fingers work their way through her carefully maintained curls, receiving a hum from the Principal as she relaxed even further into my embrace.

"you don't realise how pure you are, and how rare that is to find" her soft, mumbled voice brought my heart to pieces. This woman was strong, and beautiful and fierce, like a silver haired lioness, and whilst I admired her strength and bravery, I loved the softness and vulnerability she showed only to me. Larissa had been mistreated by many in her life, all of whom I couldn't fathom a reason to hurt or replace this- this angel that currently belonged in my arms.

Instead of replying, I just smoothed her hair from where I had tousled it. Larissa seemed like she needed some gentle reassurance, some recompense for her stress and to know her hard work wasn't unnoticed "you are the most wonderful person I have ever had the privilege of marrying, do you know that?" I heard a chuckle in response to my joke "I hope you aren't a serial monogamist, my love" she teased in response, lifted her head from my stomach to shine those beautiful blue eyes up at me.

"perhaps I am" I found myself lost for thought as I laid a palm against Larissa's soft, pale cheek. I saw the little smile lines that embraced her eyes, showing a life of laughter and years of enjoyment. All I could think of was how beautiful she was "but I seem to have grown rather fond of you, so I think I'm ready to commit myself at long last"

Larissa held the sweetest smile I'd ever seen, I felt blessed as she gifted me with it "hm... I'm glad to hear that" with surprising quickness that let loose a squeak from me, I was pulled from my ladder and into the arms of the now much taller woman. My sound of shock was quickly muffled as soft red lips met my own, and I relaxed into my wife's hold. A gentle sigh left Larissa as she broke away a few moments later, peace written across her face as she set me down fully on my own feet.

Without the aid of my ladder I was 5'4 compared to Larissa's 6'3, I reached perhaps only to her collarbone. Especially with the heels she loved so much, I was much shorter. I found her absolutely alluring, like one of the many sirens of the school, except they didn't have the same affect on me as Larissa did.

No one had ever made me feel the same way Larissa did, and no one ever would again.

"are you lost, my darling?" Larissa's voice broke me from my mind, leading me back to her. I smiled, leaning up to kiss her briefly again "I'd never stray from you, Lissy" I noticed a soft blush spread across her pale skin at the name, she had always claimed to hate it. Liar.

"I trust the adjustments are under way, are they going well?" Larissa had begun walking down the aisle of shelves, with me following like a loyal pet at her heels. Her posture was straight as an arrow, projecting an air of confidence that I often found myself envying.

"the adjustments are going well. The workmen are quiet and don't disturb the student's studies" Larissa hummed in approval as we continued down the long aisles of books, headed towards the main staircase of the library.

"and the foreman? Is she being more reasonable?" I remembered the icy, stiff behaviour of the woman who seemed to think she had the right to dictate Larissa in her own school. Oh, what a mistake that was.

In the end, it had taken my influence over my wife to settle things. Sadie, the foreman, seemed to take a shine to me and became more open to Larissa's conditions. I wasn't entirely sure how I managed it, but I wasn't complaining.

"she is a joy compared to before. In fact, we've even arranged a lunch in Jericho" the winding oak staircase was lined with a red carpet that muffled our footsteps. Larissa remained silent as we descended into the lower levels of the library, where more students laughed and a few stressed over books on languages, arts and the like.

"oh, you have" the Principal stated flatly as students moved aside for her to pass through, I walked a few steps behind her through the crowds. I didn't receive the same respect as Principal Weems did and so had to pause and clear my throat to gain passage.

Something was bothering the taller woman, I could tell. She hadn't even glanced back at me as she kept walking on through the crowd which parted like a sea for her to wade through, whilst I drowned in ignorant students that failed to let me pass.

A loud laugh barked in my ear and the owner of it shoved another student playfully, but hard enough to send him slamming into me and causing a domino effect that crushed me between the boy and another student. My heart hammered as I panicked and froze, the students around me were pressing so tightly against me i felt as if I would suffocate.

I glanced around desperately, hoping to catch the eye of either of the people I was crushed between, but both had their backs to me as the boy who shoved the other held him and unknowingly trapped me in place.

I set my sight on Larissa again, willing myself to overcome the pressure on my chest and cry out for her. The students remained oblivious to me, no one spared me a glance as my breathing quickened in a desperate attempt to fill my blocked chest with refreshment. I was trapped.

"p-please-" my voice was laboured and my breath was harsh, it felt like a boulder was dumped on me and it was rapidly caving in my chest. Was I dying? It felt like it. I found myself begging and pleading silently for Larissa to turn, to take notice.

Maybe I had somehow psychically sent a message to her, or she felt my stare burning into her skull, but Larissa had paused. I watched her turn to face the crowd I was trapped in, and her face fall as tears tracked from my eyes. I was hyperventilating and shaking as I was pressed against from all sides.

"move aside, now!" She barked orders to the students in her way as she kept her cool so as not to just barge past them, seeing the fear on my face had struck a cord of deep worry and protectiveness as she waded through the sea to get to me. I was still crying, but I hadn't realised yet.

Students moved aside for their Principal as she hurriedly marched through them as if they were ants around her feet, even the people around me took notice and flung themselves as far from me as they could, likely to avoid Principal Weems and her well known anger.

Larissa knew when patience and forgiveness was needed in her role as Head of the Academy, but sometimes her judgement became clouded when it came to me. The two boys who inadvertently trapped me were attempting to shrink away, to vanish into the crowd before the Principal could notice them. Unfortunately, they didn't succeed.

Larissa towered over them, which was quite something as these boys had stretched a lot over the summer holidays, her hands settled on her hips as she took on an air of anger and authority "Laurence. James. My office, now!" The poor boys were cowering in front of her, like two terrified puppies caught stealing scraps from the kitchen. I felt pity towards the two, I knew how terrifying Larissa could be when she was angry.

I swallowed back my remaining terror of the crowd and made my way towards her, slightly trembling hands enveloping one of her own. Larissa was tense, so tense I half expected her to move away from me, but she turned her head and set her cold eyes on me "it was an accident, Principal Weems. No harm done" I tried to give her a reassuring smile and laughed lightly to clear the tension, but it came out more nervous and shaky than I intended.

Larissa scanned over my face, seemingly taking in my trembling lips and mascara stained cheeks. Her eyes softened a little and I felt a light squeeze on my hand before she turned to look back to the boys with her angry glare reinstated "did I tell you to stand and stare? My office. Now" her sharp voice snapped irritably, and the students took off like speeding cars.

I expected Larissa to follow them, but instead she held my hand tighter and began leading me through the crowd. I felt the stares on me, it wasn't often a teacher broke down in the middle of a crowded place. I felt close to tears again at the humiliation. I think Larissa noticed, because with one yell of "back to your business!" All eyes averted from me instantly. I squeezed her hand in gratitude.

As soon as we left the crowd I already felt safer, even more so as we left everyone's view and I was pulled from behind Larissa and her arm went around my shoulders in a half hug as we continued to briskly follow the corridor. It took me an embarrassingly long second to realise where she was taking me, and by the time I did the door to my office was closed and Larissa sat herself down onto a spare armchair in the corner.

I stood in front of her, head lowered as I wiped frantically at my face. My eyes stung from the liquidised makeup that mingled with my tears. I was humiliated. I was supposed to be responsible and strong for these students, an example, but I couldn't even do that right.

I heard a disappointed sigh from in front of me "I'm sorry" I blurted out before she could speak. Larissa held herself to high standards and she expected the same of her staff, I was no exception. I expected a speech, a lecture on responsibility and how I had failed in my duty as a role model to the students.

But instead I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"come here, darling" I was too scared to look up at her face, fearing I'd see disappointment. I came closer to her, until I was pulled to sit on her lap and her arms were around me. I shivered, leaning into her. My office was always cold, and Larissa was always warm.

She held me as she stroked her fingers across my bare arm, relieved to feel that the little tremors from before were beginning to dissipate. She paused, and then, she spoke.

"I'm not angry with you, sweetheart" I shook my head, leaning it onto her chest "b-but I got-" "you reacted to a stressful situation, it isn't your fault" I heard the hesitation in her voice "I shouldn't have left you like that" I heard her swallow "I'm sorry"

I raised my head, looking up to meet her eyes. Larissa tried to smile for me, but I saw guilt and regret "i- I was irritated at how close you are becoming with the foreman, a silly little jealousy. I shouldn't have let it affect me like that" Larissa closed her eyes, and sighed "I trust you more than anyone, but I suppose old wounds still aren't entirely healed"

I knew what she was talking about. Morticia Frump had strung Larissa along, using her to test her questioning sexuality, but as always, she returned to her schoolgirl romance with Gomez. Leaving a heartbroken Larissa behind.

Larissa tensed slightly as I laid a hand against her cheek, feeling her soft skin under my thumb as I rubbed her cheekbone affectionately. I leant up to kiss her forehead, an infrequent form of affection as we were rarely on the same level "I understand, Lissy. You don't have anything to worry about, I love you. You are my everything and I could never replace you"

Larissa held my eyes, searching me for any hint of a lie. I saw the desperation and vulnerability in this strong, intimidating woman and knew she needed reassurance.

Without a word, I reached into my purse and retrieved my phone. Within a few taps on the screen I had Sadie the Foreman's contact visible.

Me: hi Sadie, I'm afraid I can't make lunch today. I completely forgot about my plans with Principal Weems. But I hope you enjoy your time in Jericho!

I purposely avoided putting an x at the end, as I knew Larissa was watching me type it out and would overthink my casual gesture. I placed my phone back into my bag and looked up at Larissa, seeing a smile on her face "you didn't have to do that-" I kissed her quickly to shush her "of course I did. Anyway, I'd much rather spend my lunch with you"

I leaned closer to her ear, holding her shoulders for balance "you're much prettier" I saw a rosy dusting of blush on the Principal's face as I pulled away, she was absolutely adorable. I loved when she was the intimidating and professional Principal Weems, but I must admit I prefer my soft and easily flustered Lissy anyday.

Her hand came up to wipe away the makeup that stained my cheeks, smearing some of it on her fingers. She didn't mind. I closed my eyes as I felt her softly kissing my face and leaving marks of her red lipstick all over me. Now it was me who was flustered, and she loved it.

"you are absolutely adorable, sweetheart." Her fingers smoothed back my hair from my face, and I smiled up at her as her eyes shone with affection "my angel"

I got to lay against her chest for another few minutes until Larissa was satisfied that I was fully calm, and then there was the added 10 minutes because I just wanted to hold her. She couldn't deny me anything. Until she insisted she had to deal with the two boys in her office.

"but Lissy-" "no, darling. Someone could have gotten seriously hurt, you could have gotten hurt" I noticed her anger bristle at the thought of me getting hurt, but it was gone as soon as she looked over to me "they need to be punished to ensure it doesn't happen again"

Larissa smoothed down her dress, checking her gloves were on properly too. I just sighed and leaned back in my chair "just don't scare them too much. It was an accident" Larissa huffed in annoyance "fine"

She bent down to kiss my forehead, stroking my hair behind my ear as she did so. Her eyes softened "I'll see you for lunch"

She shut the door behind her as she left, off to terrorise the poor students currently panicking in her office.

I smiled as I thought back on how protective she was,

She really was my silver lioness.

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i am ON MY KNEES 🧎 BEGGING

THIS BUT ITS LARISSA X READER, PLEASE

I’LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING 🙇

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Best Friend’s Mom

Larissa Weems x Reader (NSFW)

Authors Note: @wlwmitchell is a dirty little dog for this one and of course i wrote you the smut to go with it. Songs to listen to would be Do I Make You Nervous? and FMRN by Lilyisthatyou.

You were in her room. Her actual bedroom. She called you in, asking you to help her help her with something.

There she stood in a short, white sheer nightgown. You could see the faint outline of her nipples and your mouth began to water. You couldn’t help it. She was so hot. Your eyes continue downward, her legs seemed to continue forever.

She noticed you looking. How could she not? You couldn’t look away. When she saw you lick your lips, that’s when she knew she had to have you.

You stood there, immobilized. She closed the door and approached you, her hand came up to grip your face, “I’ve seen how you have been watching me… I’m surprised I haven’t caught you drooling…”

You whimper as she grazes your lips with hers, teasing you. She pushes you backwards so you land on her bed. Was this really happening? You didn’t know your gaze had been so obvious. It was hard not to stare at her when she entered a room. Her body was mesmerizing.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, your jaw slack as she places her hands on either side of you. She creeps closer and closer. A whimper left your mouth as she slowly dragged her lips down your neck. You secretly hoped that her red lipstick would be left behind, allowing you to remember this moment.

A breathy laugh left her lips, butterflies swirling around in your stomach like a sandstorm. You could tell that she was enjoying this. She was going to absolutely destroy you and you knew it. Her lips left your neck and you felt her move so her face was level with yours.

“Kiss me…” She whispered through the dark, her lips hovering over yours with impatience. God, she made you so nervous. This was really happening and you knew you needed to seize the opportunity.

Your mouth captured hers, the kiss desperate and sloppy. She shifted your bodies, keeping you close to her. She rolled you over so you were now on top of her. The kisses grew more intense. Her hands danced at the hem of your shirt. Any movement her hands made against your skin had your heartbeat growing quicker. You felt like a mouse caught in the grasp of a cat.

A sound came from the hallway, causing you to freeze. Was that your friend? She couldn’t know you were in here. She would never forgive you if she found you in here.

“Relax, sweetheart,” She murmured, slightly biting at your bottom lip. You let out another whimper, knowing that your friend would never forgive you for this.

It was hard to relax when you were hooking up with your best friends mum.

Your best friends mum was in fact, Larissa Weems, and she was grasping at your clothing, trying to pull it from your body. You gave into your urges. You wanted this woman more than anything. Shifting downward, you pulled her nightgown upwards and felt your mouth water at the sight of her bare hips and her mound that was covered by delicate white lace panties.

While she was supposed to be dominating you right now, you were in a rush not to waste the moment. You needed to taste her in case you would be caught in the next few minutes. You slide back down to the floor, dragging her panties off with you.

Larissa gasped at your willingness to take control. In seconds, your mouth was against her pussy so your tongue could begin exploring her. She was so wet and you savored the scent of her perfume mixed with the musk of her sex. Your tongue found her swollen clit and you saw Larissa bite at her hand to suppress a moan.

Your heart was still beating rapidly. You wanted to bring her so much pleasure. Her moans spurred you onward you pull her legs over your shoulders and wrap your arms around them, keeping her close to you. Her hips bucked and ground into your mouth. there was so much urgency to this sexual act. She must have known the precarious situation you were in as well.

You were dedicated to the thought of making her cum with your mouth alone. You wanted her to love this experience so much that she would want to keep you in her bed for all time.

You applied pressure on her lower abdomen as you swirled your tongue around her clit. Then you moved your tongue downward so you could tongue fuck her. Her response was exactly what you hoped for, “Oh, gods, yes… Ohmygod… Right there baby…”

You felt her movements become more jerky and her breathing became ragged. She was close. You took the opportunity, knowing she was desperate, “Beg for it, Ms. Weems.”

You felt her pause, shocked by your bravery. You pressed kisses to the insides of her thighs as you waited for a response. Larissa took the control back from you, knowing you would do anything she asked, “Make me cum, baby.”

You followed her orders, hoping that she may pleasure you afterwards. You dive back into her pussy, alternating licking and sucking at her clit. Her hand came to the back of your head and she ground her hips against you face. She was thoroughly in control up until she tipped over the edge. There was no hiding her orgasm. She gave a throaty moan that sent a little panic into you, wondering if your friend had heard.

Ms. Weems’ voice calls you back to what you were doing, “Get on the bed. It’s your turn.”

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Love Notes (Ch. 5)

Larissa Weems x musicteacher!Reader We have an angsty chapter here, oops. Also, thank you all for being patient as I got back to writing! It took getting pneumonia to unblock writer's block somehow? Idk. Make it make sense.

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In between moments not with Larissa, you worked on orchestrating the big reveal and scavenger hunt. There were a lot of moving parts to your plan, and it would take some secrecy to enact, because you were pretty sure you’d have to involve other people. The question remained of who you could trust to involve…

Eventually you and Larissa go into Jericho together. It felt like the most normal outing, the two of you laughing about something in the car ride over and planning how to continue your adventures and treats into the new semester. Spending time with Larissa came so naturally. Sure, you still felt killer butterflies when she stole a glance at you, but it felt right. That’s the only way you knew how to describe it.

While she briefly meets with the mayor and does a follow up interview with a new affiliate therapist for Nevermore, you planned to check out the florist shop for her favorite flowers. Even though you’re a few weeks out from your ideal time to unveil the mystery, you’re not sure if securing lilies would be possible so early in the spring.

Through the windows of the town hall, Larissa sees you chatting outside with the local florist. A man with an apron on and the kind of scruffy looking beard that seemed like it was naturally charming but actually took work to achieve. Larissa knew almost everyone in Jericho personally by now, but all she had known about him is that many of the women around town fancied him.

At that moment, you had casually touched his arm, like he was an old friend. What was that? she mused, oblivious that the therapist in front of her had finished answering her question. Her mind wandered to whether or not you fancied him.

“Larissa?” The voice brought you out of your pondering.

“Apologies! I was simply considering how wonderful it will be for students to be able to confide in someone again, especially after the year they’ve had.” Larissa’s scrambling to save her indiscretion was believable, so believable that her conversation partner smiled wide and thanked her for her consideration and support in their employment.

Placated and wrapping up the meeting, Larissa resumed pilling through her memories to discern if you had ever mentioned the florist before. She was certain you hadn’t. An ache began to creep into her heart when she considered, Is this why you pushed to come to Jericho?

After finishing her conversation with the mayor, Larissa waits in the foyer of the town hall to watch your interaction with the man before heading to the Weathervane. Larissa began to get lost in thought again, Why do I care? I’m not involved. In fact, you owed me nothing. You’re not mine. I mean, no one has a claim over anyone. That notion is an archaic and patriarchal way of thinking—one that doesn’t value consent and agency. Larissa sighed and pushed open the heavy wooden door to leave.

Not knowing Larissa had been watching you, you chatted with James, the florist you had just met. While you didn’t offer the identity of the person, you let him in on your entire plan and hopes for the flowers in the scavenger hunt.

At first you thought he would be more rugged and standoffish, but his eyes lit up at the mention of using his flowers in a surprise. He promised he would have as many lilies available that I needed and that he could help arrange anything else for the reveal.

“A hopeless romantic, huh?” you gleamed at him, not knowing how to explain what his kindness and support meant to you. James blushed a bit and peered at you between strands of hair falling in his eyes. He finally confessed, “I suppose so” accompanied by a massive grin.

It felt nice to be able to plan with someone. You’ve been holding your feelings close to your chest around others; you weren’t sure if Larissa felt similarly or if she would be guarded against public acknowledgement being the head of the academy. Overwhelmed with gratitude, you risked holding out your arms for a hug while muttering a quick “thank you” that was warmly received. 

You meet Larissa in the Weathervane about 15 minutes later after getting James’s number to coordinate for later. You practically skip in and kiss her on the cheek, having been so excited to have set a plan in motion for the scavenger hunt.

“Hello!” Peck. “How was the interview?”

“Productive,” Larissa gives in a slightly standoffish tone. You wonder if she is angry you kept her waiting. She had just finished ordering when you came in from the flower shop, possibly growing frustrated of sitting around waiting.

Worry nestles in your chest when you hear her respond to the barista that her drink is to go. You and Larissa had planned to drink your beverages in a booth to chat and then stroll around town before heading over to the local book shop together. When Larissa ordered the drink to go, it felt like confirmation that you had done something to upset her.

Larissa didn’t have a lot of experience with the feeling that she could only consider jealousy. She would normally be over the moon to have been gifted a cheek kiss by you. Instead, Larissa could feel herself shifting into irritable bitch mode due to not knowing what to make of your flirting with the florist. She felt powerless to stop the mood change. A million thoughts run through Larissa’s mind, but she’s not in the mood for talking—she feels too vulnerable.

“Are you okay, Larissa?” Your voice rings out, marked with concern, when Larissa didn’t turn to you or explain more about her meeting.

“Yes, why?”

Her curt response made you feel hopeless, made you question whether or not you were being too sensitive to the difference in her demeanor. “I thought we were going to stay and drink our hot chocolates here.” You aimed for a hopeful tone, not knowing if you succeeded.

Still not meeting your gaze, Larissa answered exasperatedly, “I have too much work to do after the meeting with the mayor. I can’t waste time with you anymore. I need to get back to Nevermore; would you like a ride?”

You looked as though you were just slapped across the face. Waste time? Where was this coming from? You were a waste of time to her? Thoughts engulfed you, and you felt a knob begin to form in your throat. Has Larissa been biding the time until students return and save her from spending time with you? You couldn’t speak; you knew your voice would betray you. Your eyes were beginning to sting.

All you could muster in response to Larissa’s question was a vigorous head shake and a “mmm-mm” to signal that no ride was needed. You couldn’t sit through the ride back to Nevermore with her and be detached to your emotions bubbling up right now.

You decided to risk a glance at Larissa to study her face. Maybe you were imagining this? Her features were hardened with no legible expression as she waited to receive her hot chocolate.

The seconds that you two stood there in silence seemed to drag on. The certitude of her statement and following question made you feel like you were expected to leave her side or sit back down unaffected. You’ve had moments where you were sheepish or awkward around the woman in front of you, but none of those times could compare to the thick, uncomfortable quality that surrounded you now.

When the worker behind the counter called out that a hot chocolate was ready, Larissa surged forward to seize the drink and turn on her heels in departure. No goodbye, just the fading clicks of her shoes against the floor tiles.

You watched her go, suddenly not craving the drink you were excited to imbibe minutes before. The ease and comfort you felt and championed in her presence shrank away. Confusion and hurt took its place. You shuffle to another booth than the usual one you and Larissa sat at. It felt too fragile to slide into the familiar space, as if it would flake away and crumble the memories you had there.

Taking a few moments to process, you turned to watching people come in and out of the Weathervane. A few families, teens, surprisingly more people in business suits than you’ve ever seen before. You had hoped to feel comforted by sharing space out in the world instead of retreating, but loneliness still gnawed at you—invaded you.

After about 20 minutes of waiting for the sadness to pass, you resigned to going back to campus grounds. You made your way home from the cafe, luckily giving Larissa enough time to drive back and get settled, which ensured you wouldn’t run into her when you arrived. You didn’t know if you could handle that.

Finally shuffling into your living quarters, you collapsed on the bed, not bothering to change or remove your boots. Your hands made their way to your scrunched up, wet face but not before pulling the covers far up around your head as they could go.

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Larissa felt regret seep up her chest immediately. Her jaw locked as she waited for her drink, sensing how absurd her behavior was. She bit down on the flesh of her cheek inside her mouth in an attempt to silence her racing thoughts. When her drink was ready, she snatched it and fled. She couldn’t bear to look into your eyes or see the hurt or confusion on your face that she knew would be there.

Once in the vehicle and driving out of the town square, she reviewed her tone, the coldness she used with you. How could she explain that it was a front—a scramble for control? How could she repair the damage without addressing why she lashed out in the first place? Did she just ruin the most consistent source of joy and support she’s ever had in her life?

The questions in her head became too much, and she had to pull off the road to steady her ragged breathing. Her grip on the steering wheel showcased the whitest knuckles she’d ever seen. She felt like she had to escape but no amount of distance was enough.

Memories of your time together over the last few weeks darted behind her eyelids. She had grown so close to you, never considering that she was falling into old patterns. Getting over Morticia almost broke her. If she came unraveled by losing a high school love, what chance did she have of making it out of whatever she had for you? Seeing how close you and the florist were evoked a reaction that she couldn’t have anticipated.

Rather, your utter endearing nature with her after witnessing you with the florist is what solidified her outburst. It felt tragic and unfair to be in such close proximity to what she desired yet completely out of reach. To make it back to Nevermore, she had to dissociate—give herself over to some sort of autopilot. Once she arrived, Larissa rushed inside the large wooden doors to her office and leaned exhaustedly against the door, finally giving herself over to her emotions now that she was in the safety and seclusion of her office.

For the first time in nights, you both occupied your respective rooms, crawling into otherwise empty beds.

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The following morning, you feel how tight and raw your eyes are from crying through the night. Leaving the bed doesn’t seem in the cards today. Instead, you curl up trying to keep warm now that you don’t have Larissa’s body heat to wake up to.

Knowing its a bad idea, you roll over and let your mind think of yesterday. Maybe she was just using you to distract herself while she recovered. She’s not exactly spoiled for choice with everyone gone for winter break. You probably haven’t meant as much to her as she has meant to you. …Would coming clean about authoring the mix CDs be ill advised then? Or should you still put the mystery to rest, allowing closure for you both? As your mind went back and forth, you couldn’t help but consider how authentic Larissa seemed when you two spent time together. You wanted to hold onto that.

Time passed so slowly laying there. You were scared to leave your room to shower, to eat, to go to the orchestra room. Of course you didn’t want to see the object of your pain and hurt, but you also couldn’t muster up the energy to do anything—even within the confines of your living space.

Days went by until you finally had to get up to shower and do laundry. Your room was starting to stink and you didn’t want students coming back to campus to suspect anything is remiss. You gathered your things and tiptoed to the faculty showers. Thankfully it was empty for you to slip into the farthest stall away with a half crescent stained glass window.

You stand in the corner of the stall to turn on the water and wait for it to warm up. Once you deemed the water hot enough, you stepped into the stream and closed your eyes, rolling your neck in and out of the water. For a few minutes you stood still, letting the the water run down your back, scorching the skin. Steam rose to caress the stained glass above you.

Meanwhile, what you didn’t know was that Larissa treaded carefully too. She had tried not to seek you out, yet she was wary of and half expected to see you everywhere she went. She took tabs of where you might be, and you weren’t in the faculty lounge, the library, the courtyard, the entrance hall, or even the shared dorm spaces when she was there. Larissa even found herself walking past the orchestra room only to be met with silence.

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About a week after the incident at the Weathervane and a couple days after your shower and laundry excursion, you decide to attempt to leave your room again.   With students arriving back on campus and a new semester rapidly approaching, you needed to figure out your syllabus and compositions. You slid on a blazer over a crisp white button up and slowly headed to your once familiar safe haven—the music room.

Once inside the space, you immediately feel terrible for being away from it for so long. There it was waiting patiently to comfort you and build new soundscapes with you. Your hands wander across the various instruments set out about the space. Your fingers touch piano keys, guitar strings, wooden reeds, metal valves, cherishing the notes that emitted from them as you skimmed past each collection.

You attempted to hold back your flurry of emotions and focus on various scores and arrangements for your syllabus, but each note made your heart ache for what catharsis could be spilling from you instead.

It wasn’t long until the music shifted from pointed instruction that corresponded to specific weeks within the semester to raw, unruly emotion. You began to sob while composing soft, slow tunes that built into delicate and resonant peaks. The instruments you commanded had a measured grace about them that filled the room with its rich melody.

As the music pouring from you continued, it burned slowly, not unlike a campfire that blazes one moment and crackles with reverb the next. Rhythm rang out and orchestral layers began to pile up, transporting the song to cinematic heights full of fragility and a holy, spiritual quality that you’ve never heard before from your own music.

Making her daily rounds across the academy grounds, Larissa notices the emotional tune emitting from the music room that has been vacant up until this point. Her heart catches in her throat as the music pulls indecipherable feelings from her core. A air of melancholy and longing overwhelms Larissa. She had hoped to see you, but she wasn’t expecting this. The song radiating from the room to her eardrums had stopped Larissa in her tracks. The showcase of gentle tones that blossomed into shimmering instrumental passages had brought tears to her eyes. 

Larissa had lingered here many times before, stealing away compositions from the hall outside your domain. However, this time she wanted to burst through the doors and apologize. She wanted to usher in a vibrant symphony rather than the lonesome notes currently leaking out of the room. She could overhear this change in you. It was apparent, and Larissa knew she was the cause.

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Eventually, students began to return. You had attempted to stay a recluse in your room for as long as you could. That is, until a day swiftly came when you heard excited knocks rapt against the door to your living space.

With a knowing sigh, you heaved yourself from your desk towards the door. You knew the pink cheeks and bouncing hair that would open up before you beyond the door. Enid had come to say hello after returning from break.

“Professor!”

“Hello there, Enid.” You mustered up the sweetest smile you could for the girl, even though you still felt lackluster. “How was your break?”

“Oh, it was so good! Well, it was kind of kooky staying with Wednesday and her family. They’re so different from my family. My brothers are sure to tackle each other to the ground as soon as possible, but Wednesday and Pugsley hardly touch! You can still tell she has a soft spot for him, though. They ha-”

You let Enid ramble on about her winter break and the things she and the Addams’s got up to. To be honest, the lack of effort needed to continue the conversation was nice; you weren’t sure you had it in you for explaining elaborate stories or… any details right now.

“Um, anyway, I wanted to ask you a question, actually.” Her forthcoming demeanor slowed, and you could tell she was nervous.

“Anything for my favorite resident.” Your words were enough to melt the young werewolf’s fears. Her shoulders relax, and she happily pushes her way into your room.

Slightly taken aback at the gesture, you leave the door ajar and take a seat in one of the armchairs across from where she has elected to sit. “What’s on your mind?”

“Well, it’s kind of about Wednesday.” You stay quiet, letting Enid know she has the floor and that you won’t rush her.

“We had a really good break. I mean, we got on each others’ nerves a lot. She always scoffs like she is better off alone and is annoyed, but I could tell she liked having me there.”

You nod, willing yourself to have empathetic eyes that signal for her to continue.

She finally blurts out, “We almost kissed, and now Wednesday won’t talk to me.” Enid seems panicked and almost in tears at this revelation.

“Hey, hey.” You rise from your chair to place a comforting hand on the young girl’s shoulder. “Take some deep breaths. You’re okay, and we’re going to talk about it. It’s okay.”

Enid wipes her eyes, and you continue supportively, “I know being vulnerable is hard, especially when you can’t control how other people react or feel. Is that how you are feeling?”

“Yeah. Wednesday is so hard to read and gives me mixed signals. She goes back and forth between being standoffish and blunt but also charming and kind of open to being close. Sometimes it seems like she won’t let herself be happy,” Enid ends with a frown.

“I see how conflicted you feel, and I’m sorry you are going through this. What I will say is that you are more likely to regret not honoring your own feelings than communicating your needs. Nothing good ever happened from shrinking away from what you truly wanted.”

“Wow, that’s so deep.” Enid takes a moment. “So even if things don’t work out the way I hope, I know I did what I could to be true to myself?”

“Exactly. That’s all we can do sometimes. Yes, it could be hard to not have feelings reciprocated, but you’re not happy not knowing either.”

“Okay, I think I know what I’m gonna do. Thank you!” Enid is standing and reaching out to you in a firm embrace now. You reciprocate, hoping the best for the young girl. You knew how close she and Wednesday were, even if Wednesday puts on a front.

A few moments pass, and Enid is over by your desk now, picking up everything in sight and inspecting it. “So, what’s wrong with you and Principal Weems?” Enid’s nosy, chipper demeanor is back.

A puzzled look appears on your face. “What do you mean? Principal Weems and I haven’t seen each other?”

“You two were always together before we all left for break.” She shrugs and raises her eyes, playing with your pens before moving onto your swinging, metal pendulum.

Geez, students could not be fooled. They are far more perceptive than other faculty give them credit for. Your head swam, and you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know what you could say, given that Larissa was the principal and would likely not support students gossiping about her personal life. At your long pause, Enid continued.

“Now you two both seem sad. I could tell when you opened the door since almost the whole dorm is back and hasn’t seen you. And Principal Weems is way more irritable than normal. Ajax, Yoko, and I were throwing around a ball in the courtyard and almost hit one of the gargoyles. Principal Weems confiscated the ball and gave us a lecture on the history of the gargoyles at Nevermore. Something about them being 1,300 year old hand-crafted stone?”

“Oh, Enid, I’m not sure…” It was all you could think to say to both Enid’s original and follow up question.

“Like you said, nothing good will happen from shrinking away from what you want. Your words.” Enid states this as if she is wielding a giant philosophical answer. You can’t help but feel pride in her quick use of the same line. Okay, why did you have to give such great advice?

The earnest nature of the young werewolf was admirable and made your weak heart grow. Enid begins to walk out of your room muttering a combination of “just saying” and “thanks again!”

As the door closes, you slump into your chair, deep in thought. Maybe you should put it all out there. What is the worst that could happen? It’s the least you could do for yourself. Otherwise, you’re back to where you started. Your discussion with Enid inadvertently encourages you to step up and continue the scavenger hunt.

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