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Her favorite dancer

Ballet teacher!Larissa x ballerina!reader

A/n: I started watching Black swan in the living room tv today and was quickly humbled by the amount of sexual scenes, quickly cut that out.

Warnings: unhealthy teacher/student relationship, sexual undertones, condescending, manipulation, slightly mean Larissa

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“Perfect.”

You lived to hear her utter those precious words. Every second of every day revolves around it. Around seeing that proud smile that would reach her eyes, her chin tilted up as she, admired you.

She, the one who should be admired.

The soft, recorded piano music played, surrounding the empty room with its beauty. An unplanned choreography, you were instructed. The music played and you were to follow, let your creativity and desires use your body as a vessel.

Larissa admired the way you moved. The fluidity of your movements. How every muscle tensed and released with each movement. And as you stepped into an arabesque, the dreadful word came out of her mouth. “Hold that.”

You sighed, your position wavering. Larissa tilted her head, stepping behind you.

“You can do better than this. Your leg goes up to your ear, there’s no reason that leg should be so low to the ground.” Her hands found your waist and thigh, fixing your position.

“I want a your leg to be at chest level, minimum. But I know you can do better.”

“Your body was built for this. Your legs are strong, your back is flexible. Use this to your advantage.” She spoke into your ear. “Have you no idea how many girls would kill to have your body?”

“Lean. Feel the weight of your body on your toes, focus the pressure on your hallux. You should know all of this by now. I haven’t been teaching you for months, only for you to still need my corrections.”

“It hurts.” You uttered in a small voice. Larissa chuckled. “Aww it hurts.. are you just a fragile little girl? Is that it? Are you weak?” Her hands tightened around your waist, fingers digging into your skin painfully.

“The stage is no place for weakness. Nor is my studio. If you think you can’t handle it, I encourage you to leave.”

“Beauty hurts. Art hurts. That is no excuse. I say you’re simply being lazy.” You went to speak, defend yourself but she was quick to shush you.

“Silence. You know better than to speak during my class. I don’t need any more words from you.”

There was no softness in her voice. None of the usual smoothness she spoke with. Larissa could be strict when she needed to, truly she often was. But not to you, for some reason.

“I believe I’ve failed you then. Is that what you’re saying? Are you showing me that my teachings have been ineffective to you, girl? Have you managed to learn nothing in all this time, nothing?”

No no no. She couldn’t think that. Not ever. You owe everything to her. Every bit of your talent has been expanded and bettered because of her.

You whimpered, taking a deep breath in and tightening up your position. She nodded approvingly.

“Good.. you wouldn’t dare make me have my very first failure of a student. You won’t tarnish my reputation like that, would you, my beautiful girl?” You shook your head as best as you could without moving too much.

“You should know I expect better from you, little girl.” She sighed.

“Stretch those lovely arms of yours, aligning with the tip of your nose and your ear.”

You shifted as told, of course. But her body against yours wasn’t helping. It was harder to balance with her pressed against your back, making your body subconsciously support itself against her. “Very well done.”

Larissa knows. She’s been teaching for decades, of course she knows that she’s only making you struggle more. Not that she cares. She’s refining you. Making your practice harder only so you can come out on top. That’s what you tell yourself anyways.

“I will not let your talents waste away simply because it ‘hurts’, my dear. The more it hurts, the better you’re doing.” She said as she stepped back, allowing you to find your balance on your own.

You quivered for a moment but didn’t let yourself fall.

“If you fall from that arabesque you will not like the consequences, my beautiful girl.”

You tightened up in a second. You didn’t want to know the consequences. And you surely didn’t want to disappoint her.

You found your center. The raised leg lifting, ankle height going past your shoulder. Your face spotted, unmoving from one of the walls of mirrors.

“Look at that line.. you’re stunning. This, this is why I work on you the most. You have so much potential yet so little dedication. You need me to guide you. One day, you’ll become my prima ballerina. But only if you put your life into this. Into me.”

Yes, you could do that. You could do it for her. You wanted to hear that word again, to hear her smooth voice call you perfect in that proud tone. You wanted her to show you off, be her model student, her star.

“Give me a nice lift, I want to see that knee in line with your head.”

She watched you through the mirror, as you lifted your torso, rib cage tight in its place and slowly lifted your leg as high as you could. “Hold that.”

Part of you wanted to turn around and slap her every time she said those damned words. But you held. Your supporting leg was cramping up already, your calf feeling that painful strain. Your back felt like needles being stabbed all over and then her hands were on you again. One placed at your knee and the other a little too close to your chest.

She supported your torso as she forced the leg up further, further, further until you winced in pain. “That, is your line.”

“Look at that beauty, look at yourself from this mirror, beautiful girl.” You did. It truly was impressive, but you couldn’t reach that without unbearable amounts of pain, and even less without her hands forcing it. You couldn’t do it on your own.

“One day, my star. Very soon, this will seem like nothing to you. You’ll be able to do it all on your own.” She murmured, dropping your leg but not moving her other hand from its position.

She watched your leg drop in the slightest, you not being able to hold it as she had it. “We’ll work more on this, don’t you worry, little girl.”

“Drop.” She commanded, and you couldn’t stop yourself from falling into the ground, smacking your supporting leg in hopes to ease the cramp. “A little more graceful than that, next time.”

“Yes ma’am.” You said with a shaky breath, looking up at her. A sliver of tears were gathering in your eyes.

She loved it when you called her that. That sweet voice of yours, a little pained and shaky. “Oh it’s alright.. stretch that leg sweetheart, I’ll help you.”

She got on her knees before you, taking off your points shoes and rolling up your tights on that leg before she began to give you a gentle massage. “The trick is to do it in the opposite way you put pressure on it. So up, instead of down. Smacking never really helped me, plus we wouldn’t want to bruise that pretty skin of yours.”

“Thank you..” you said quietly, and Larissa looked up at you with a sweet smile, bringing a hand to caress your cheek. “Of course, my beautiful girl.”

“Did- did I do good?”

“You did wonderfully today. My favorite little student, you’re always a good girl.”

You blushed, resting your head against your knee as you looked at her with a tilted head. “Thank you, ma’am.”

Larissa nodded, patting your cheek. “You may leave now, sweet girl. Don’t practice at home tonight, okay? I don’t want my favorite girl straining herself. I’ll be seeing you here tomorrow.”

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imprincipalweemspet · 8 months

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Y/N: *Banging a pen on the table out of frustration*

Larissa: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table?

Y/N: I—

Y/N: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

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crow-raven-crow · 7 months

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Hello😃 please, can you write a story about Larissa and Reader? They're not in a relationship but are good friends. Reader has a big crush on Larissa and Larissa too but they don't tell each other that. They drink wine every evening but one evening, Reader had something so she couldn't go see Larissa. But then it was canceled so she thought she would surprise Larissa and obvioulsy Reader was so excited that she forgot to knock and openned the door on Larissa masturbating. (To the thought of Larissa, or not, how you like) it was very awkward and they didn't know what to say but they ended up having sex at the end.

Is it good? I hope it is and i hope you want to write it🥰

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Laughter filled the dimly lit room as the bottle of wine reached the bottom. You both sat on the couch in Larissa's office, heels far gone and littered somewhere within the room, coats hanging on the backs of chairs, soft blushes on your faces as the only source of light graced you with just enough emission to keep the effects of your rapidly beating heart hidden.

It wasn't uncommon for you to find yourself in Larissa's office, talking over a bottle of her favorite wine, at the end of the day. The friendship between you two had bloomed quickly since you started, the creativity and brains found within you striking an immediate interest in you from the blonde, and the charm and intellect she showed you only seemed to pull you in more.

You remember back to the day you set foot on the grounds as an official professor of Nevermore. Students had arrived a week early to unpack and get used to the new scenery and were scattered all around the front fields and halls. You walked up the stairs and started to tread down the main hall when she had found you first.

She stood tall with her hands clasped in front of her, her hair was in the most meticulous updo and it made you wonder just how long it took her to put it together in the morning. Her height was accentuated by her heels, the clicks and clacks stopping as she laid her eyes on you, and you watched as her smile lightened at the sight of you. She seemed to acknowledge how frazzled you were, you may have been here for an interview before but now you had your whole life to unpack within these walls.

"Hello, darling," Her accent filled your ears and seemed to take away all of your worries. You'd be lying if she didn't make your breath stop in your lungs from the moment you met her. There was a certain feeling that seeped into your skin and settled itself there, a feeling that would always light ablaze whenever you caught sight of her and could burn down forests when she was next to you, when she touched you with her gentle hands..

Oh, how you wished to feel her hands smooth under your shirt, feel those plump lips attach themselves along your skin, wander along every dip and curve to make you hers, to know what it felt like to bring her pleasure, for her to push you against the nearest wall and-

"Are you alright, love?" Her voice broke you from your trance, your face immediately turning red as you let out a small laugh due to the moment she had caught you in. You walked closer to her, the side of your arm rubbing against hers as you watched students laugh and walk around before bringing your gaze up to hers.

"Better with you here.." Your voice had a shrill of confidence within it, setting the flirtatious tone that would carry itself into the rest of your interactions.

You watched as the faintest blush touched her cheeks, her eyes widening just the slightest bit as she fought off a growing smile. You fell in love with the sight, and decided to do your best to see it again and again from then on.

She spent a good portion of her day helping you unpack, a piece of company that wasn't unwelcomed by you as the boxes started to lessen around your new home. That night, you had both gotten distracted after she unpacked a bottle of wine, holding it up to read the label as a small 'ahh' left her lips.

The sound ignited something warm within you, flooding into your abdomen and spreading to every inch that your body took up. You walked up to her, after getting ahold of yourself, to see her rummaging through the cabinets that you had organized just hours earlier, pulling two wine glasses from it and swiftly opening the bottle.

You leaned your side against the counter as she handed you a glass, your fingers brushing together ever so slightly. You held your glass to her, clinking it against her own as the contact ringed throughout the room, before taking a sip, not knowing that she had her gaze burning into your every move.

It was the start to many nights in shared company.

You placed your empty glass on the table as you held a hand in front of your mouth to refrain from laughing. You enjoyed the moments where telling each other about your day turned into spilling the gossip that went around the school during her time here as a student - finding some things unbelievable that students were able to pull off in such a short amount of time.

"So then- they had these.. these posters taped to the walls, fliers," She was cut off by her own laughter every now and then, her hands moving in twists and turns as her voice filled the room. "I don't know how they did it or how they didn't get caught, but lesson learned to any professor with a public social media profile!"

As you caught your breath from the story, she had finished her glass as well, moving forward to place it next to yours and shuffling closer to you on the couch as she leaned back in the process. The action made your heart skip a beat, something that you wouldn't mention but would appreciate all the same.

The clock in her office chimed just as you were going to speak, cutting you off to the sound that midnight had come and welcomed you both into the early hours of the next day. A sigh left your lips as you stared at the clock, a yawn capturing you before you were able to look back.

"Seems we should call it a night, hmm?" Her voice was gentle, bringing comfort to your heart, as she placed her hand onto your thigh. Her thumb traced soothing circles along your exposed skin, making it increasingly harder for you not to lean forward and create a home within her embrace.

You stood, your hand wrapping around her arm as she followed suit, and she led you to the door after draping your coat around your shoulders. The action and close proximity made your breath hitch, her perfume taking over your senses. You could so easily get drunk off of her..

"Same time tomorrow? And it's Friday, so we don't need to worry about how late it'll get, hmm?" She brought a palm to your cheek after you put on your shoes, the contact making you dizzy as you leaned into her touch. You were glad that alcohol ran through your system, allowing your filter to crumble away.

"That would be-" Your ringtone cut you off, confusion taking over you both as you took your phone out of your coat pocket. You laughed, showing Larissa your phone screen and pulling a chuckle and eye roll from her, before answering the call.

"Marilyn, what could you possibly want at this hour?" The conversation was short, but left you ultimately agreeing to go to an event with the botanist, so she wouldn't be alone. You placed your phone back into your coat pocket, a sigh leaving you and a weak smile being thrown at the beautiful principal before you spoke again. "So… I actually can't tomorrow.."

A small pout appeared on the blonde's face, and it was the cutest sight you'd ever seen. You laughed, placing a hand on her arm before rubbing it softly. Your voice was soft, a nice hum projecting from your chest and making contact with her ears. "There will be more nights, Larissa.. Plus~ Just as you said, the weekend is here, and I promise to spend all of Saturday with you to make up for it, hmm?"

Her face lit up at the suggestion, and you quickly wrapped your arms around her shoulders. The action took her off guard, but you felt her slowly wrap hers around your waist, pulling you closer than you already were.

"Then I'll see you Saturday." You felt her voice rumble in her chest, the feeling bringing you comfort and making you realize just how tired you had grown. She opened the door, her hand smoothing down to the small of your back as she guided you out of her office. "Goodnight, darling."

"Goodnight, Riss.." You turned around as you spoke, smiling at the pet name she gave you, before turning down the hall and heading in for the night.

You sat at your vanity, your curtains pulled back to allow what was left of the sun to seep in through the window, as your favorite playlist chimed from your phone. You were adding the finishing touches to your appearance, your hair was curled and some of your best features were on display with the dress you wore, the lace sleeves fell from your shoulders, framing your collarbones and the necklace that rested just above them. Your earrings matched the necklace, shining through your hair as they caught the light.

You stood from your seat, your maroon dress flowing down to your knees as you grabbed your dark heels and slipped them on. You added a few sprays of your perfume and took one last glance in the mirror before you left your quarters. Confidence beamed within you, and, though this wasn't the biggest event, you always took the opportunity to dress up.

You turned the last corner, your heels echoing through the main hall before the familiar name popped up on your phone once more. As you answered, you had caught the eyes of some of your students, their giggling nature throwing you waves and smiled, never seeing you dressed like this super often.

"Hello?" You continued walking, stopping at the main entrance and resting against one of the pillars at the top of the stairs. She rambled on with apologies, ending with the fact that the small event had been cancelled and ended the call.

You stood there bewildered for a moment, before a new wave of energy ran through you. This meant you'd get to see Larissa today! Your thoughts flashed back to her pouty figure from last night, and you headed towards her office, knowing this would be a good surprise for the sapphire goddess.

Larissa had gotten ahead of her work, the excitement to spend the day with you tomorrow overshadowing her disappointment in not seeing you today. But she still found her thoughts wandering off to you as she worked. The alcohol made her bold last night, more than she normally was as she'd grown comfortable in your presence. The feelings that she held for you had bloomed into something much greater, and she didn't know how much longer she would be able to keep it a secret from you.

She shut her laptop in slight frustration, a hand coming up to pinch the bridge of her nose before leaning against the back of her chair. You hadn't left her mind, and it killed her to think about what you looked like in your dress, how it hugged every one of your beautiful curves, what features it exposed to the world, exactly what you wore beneath it all.. what your skin would feel like under her touch.. what beautiful sounds she could pull from you-

She shook herself out of her trance, her face was hot and her heart was pounding. She clearly couldn't focus with you on her mind.. so maybe she could take a moment to herself..

She hiked her dress up, pulling the fabric over the curve of her hips before snaking a hand between her thighs. She moved the last piece of fabric to the side, taking in a sharp breath as the cool air met her core, before swiping her fingers through her heat.

A moan left her at the delicious feeling, her fingers coming up to circle her sensitive bud to get lost in pleasure. Her mind filled with images of you, whimpers and moans leaving her lips as she imagined that her fingers were yours. Her heart longed for the feeling as her mind dove into the pleasure. She threw her head back, resting it against the back of her chair as your name came out in an unadulterated moan.

You came up to her office doors, resting your hand on the cool metal of the doorknob and pausing. You found yourself nervous.. Maybe she wouldn't like the surprise, maybe she was busy, maybe-

No.. You loved her company, and, if last night told you anything, it was that she enjoyed yours too.

You heard her voice on the other side of the door, the thick wood making it fuzzy and unreadable. You assumed she was in a meeting, so it would be best if you opened it quietly and watched as her face lit up in your presence.

You pushed the door open, being sure not to let it creak, before stepping inside. You froze in your spot, quickly pushing the door closed behind you with your foot and locking the door at the sight. Your face flushed as your name left her lips, your heart pounding in your ears as you couldn't rip your eyes away. Your voice rang out quietly. "Larissa.."

Her movements stilled as her eyes shot open before landing on your form. You looked absolutely delectable in your outfit, but it was a matter that she couldn't dwell on as she rapidly collected her composure. "I-I am so, terrible sorry, Y/n.. That was wildly unprofessional of me and I-"

"There's nothing to apologize for, but I don't recall telling you to stop." You cut her off, slowly walking closer and stopping at the other side of her desk. You took in her form and loved the way she squirmed at the sound of your voice.

"I-I'm sorry?"

"If you're uncomfortable, then I understand and will stop.." You shot her a reassuring glance, being met with growing desire unbashfully swirling in her eyes. "But.. if you want this.."

You were thrown rapid nods at your words, ignoring your heart rate as it quickened. You leaned in closer, resting your hands against the desk before speaking. "I need words, my love.."

"Yes, I do, yes.."

"Good girl.." Her chest heaved as your eyes bore into her. You spoke again, just above a whisper this time. "Now, please continue what kept you so, very occupied that you didn't even notice me come in.."

You watched as she leaned back, a hand pulling her dress back up and pulling her panties down, this time. Her hand snaked around her pale skin, touching every place where you wished you could place your lips, ever place you knew you would leave marks..

Her fingers met her core again, diving in as far as they could as the palm of her hand worked against her clit. It made your mouth water seeing how her eyes fluttered shut, how her fingers worked in and out of her slowly to tease herself, how her chest rose and fell, her breath hitching whenever she touched a particularly sweet spot.. You couldn't help but moan at the sight, a sound that made a new wave of arousal shoot through the blonde..

You needed to taste her..

You rounded the desk, the sound of your heels pulling her eyes open as her half lidded eyes tried to focus on your moments. You stood in front of her, taking in the sight so close, before dropping to your knees. Warmth flooded your core at the sweet smell of her, your hands coming up to trace along her calves, lifting one leg to rest on top of your shoulder as the other left beautiful red scratches on the outside of her thigh.

You kissed your way up one leg, looking up at her as you got closer and closer to her core, before pulling away completely. The action made a loud whimper leave the blonde, only egging you on to receive more out of her.

You watched as her movements quickened, her moans getting louder as she was quickly arriving to her peak, but you wouldn't allow her to get off so easily..

You grabbed her wrist, stilling her movements, and pulled her fingers out of her core. She shuddered at the missing contact, pleas flooding from her lips before her words stopped completely at the sight of you taking her fingers into your mouth.

Lust swirled in your eyes as you licked from the base of her fingers and up to their tips, a moan being pulled from you as you finally tasted her, your hot breath making contact along her skin before you took them in your mouth completely. Your eyes closed in absolute delight as you tried to take every ounce of her arousal that she had to offer there, releasing them with a small 'pop' sound as you finished and caught your breath.

She looked down at you with an expression that would bring you to your knees if you weren't there already. You let go of her wrist, bringing your hand back to her thigh before you kissed up her other leg, leaving marks along the skin. You kissed along her slit, loving how her juices spilled out of her from your actions, before running your tongue through her folds.

She threw her head back, a near pornographic moan leaving her lips as she arched into your touch. Your pace was agonizingly slow to her, the need that she wanted, that she craved towards you was like an undying flame that only grew larger as you continued to work your tongue in and out of her.

You had imagined this moment time and time again, your hand moving between your thighs at late hours of the night, fingers teasing your entrance in a shower that became longer than usual, but nothing compared to the real thing, nothing compared to the way she tasted, the way she squirmed under your touch.

Her fingers made their way into your hair, pulling your head closer as you could feel her getting closer to bliss. You took the opportunity to move your tongue to her clit, your fingers easily sliding into her and curling at just the right spot to make her see stars.

"Y/n! I-I.. Please, please- I'm s-so-" Moans flooded out of her and filled your entire being, making the rest of the world fade away as you pulled the sweet sounds from the beauty.

A moan escaped you as you felt her clench around your fingers, being sure to curl against her sweet spot and send her into an all consuming wave of pleasure. Her mouth hung open as she came, her brows furrowed and her thighs closed around you as she let out hisses and cusses as you brought her down from ecstasy. You were sure to take whatever she gave you, only pulling away when you had licked away her cum.

You took in her form as you very slowly pulled away, her chest heaved and her face was flushed, her bottom lip was between her teeth. Pride welled within you at how disheveled you had made the goddess, but it was quickly stolen away, along with every sliver of air your lungs held, as her hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you up up up until you were sat on her lap.

The action alone made the energy in the air shift, any and all of your dominance being sucked out of you and transferred into the blonde. Your hands landed on her shoulders, your fingers gripping the fabric that sat there, as it became your turn to plead. The pressure that she had at your throat was delicious and dizzying, a whimper leaving you as she tightened her grip ever so slightly.

"You sweet thing.." She pulled you close, her breath tickling the side of your ear as more words flooded past her lips. "Thank you for treating me, but it seems it is so easy to knock you down from your high pedestal.. Let me treat you.."

A shiver had run down your spine as she started pressing kisses along your neck, the hand that was around your throat rubbing there softly before circling around your body and pulling down the zipper of your dress. You leaned into her touch, quickly getting lost in the way her tongue felt against your skin, how she was so gentle yet so eager to explore your body.

Your breath hitched as she found your pulse point, waisting no time in leaving dark marks against your skin. Your nails dug into her shoulder and one hand curled around to the back of her neck as you quickly got addicted to her.

Her hands made their way to the bottom of your dress, pulling the fabric off and discarding it somewhere in the room. Her eyes burned paths along your skin, and her eyes darkened at the matching lingerie that was hidden from her until now. Her fingers traced the edges of the fabric, lighting goosebumps in their wake.

"So beautiful.. and mine for the taking.. Isn't that right, sweet girl?" Her fingertips had moved to the bottom of your chin, forcing your gaze to hers as you were already turning to putty under her touch.

"Yes-" Your voice came out quicker and much more breathy than you had wanted, but the woman had snuck her way into your heart and mind, pulling at every string, biting at every piece that made you tick. "I'll be good, just please.."

That last part seemed to break her remaining resolve, the new feeling of a bulge underneath you taking away any other thoughts that you had as her accent filled your senses once more. "You'll be good for mommy and take everything I have, hmm?"

She adjusted, tearing off the layers of clothing from both of your bodies, before teasing her member through your slit, sliding in the tiniest bit before moving away. You had turned into a mess of begging, something she never thought she'd see, something she'd never thought she would be the cause of.. something she couldn't get enough of..

"Such a good girl for mommy.. You can take it.." Her voice was low, echoing in your head as nothing else existed.

"Yes- mommy please- I can take it I-" You were cut off as she filled you to the brim, your hips being pushed down until you took all of her at once, the stretch making you throw your head back in pain filled pleasure.

She gave you time to adjust, waiting for your approval before she started to move. Your mind clouded over, the feeling of her dick inside of you as your rocked your hips being the only thing that you were able to focus on. The sounds she was pulling from you were needy, heavenly, absolutely lustful, and it grew the need for her to be the reason you came.

Her pace quickened, becoming rough as the sound of your skin slapping together filled the room. Her fingers dug into your hips and you were sure that there would be marks left there for days, so you returned the favor, scratching into her back and making her hiss in delectable pain.

She could feel every inch of you, and with the way your moans and whimpers grew higher in pitch, she could tell that you were close. "Come for me, sweet girl.. Let go and cum all over mommy's dick.."

Profanities were quick to leave your mouth, the tight knot that quickly built in your abdomen threatening to break. Her words seemed to be your breaking point, the rope snapping as you came, and Larissa following suit right after.

Your heavy breaths filled the room as you came down from your orgasms. Your head was buried in the crook of Larissa's neck, a whimper leaving your lips as she shifted back to her true form before she rubbed soothing circles over the soft skin of your back.

"You did so well, so nice for me, darling.." You had only hummed in response, still lost in the aftermath of the unexpected event that had took place. She acknowledged this, standing and bringing you to her private quarters where she laid you on the bed.

She was quick to clean you up, grab you some water and wrap you lovingly in her arms as she pressed the softest kisses along your hairline. The action made you smile, your eyes fluttering open as you looked up to capture her lips in yours.

The kiss was sweet, consuming your heart in a way that contrasted the bold actions of the night, making both of your hearts swell in what was going to be instead of what could be.

You spent quite awhile just looking into each others eyes, a new spark, a new flame laying beneath them that had sat dormant for a long time. The sight made you smile, your arms wrapping around her and pulling yourself closer as sleep took you both in its hold, knowing that you were at home in each others arms.

You were right to feel glad that the event was cancelled

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m1lflov3rrr · 7 months

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Can’t Help Falling in Love (With You, Over and Over Again)

Pairing: Larissa Weems x fem!reader

Warnings: none, just heartwarming fluff <3

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: You were away for a year, and thought you’d surprise your wife at the night of the Rave’n…

A/N: Hello loves, so so sorry for being inactive!! I’ve been very busy with school, but I am writing one of your requests at the moment :))

You were nervous, to say the least.

It had been exactly one year since you saw her.

Let us rewind a bit, shall we?

You had been together with your wife, the formidable Larissa Weems, for 8 years. And tonight was the night of your anniversary, when you got engaged. It was on this day, exactly 9 years ago that she had asked to marry you. The night of the Rave’n dance. You weren’t surprised that she had chosen this specific event for the proposal, you knew how close to Larissa’s heart the Rave’n was. You found it to be the most adorable thing ever.

And tonight was the night of the Rave’n, once again.

You had started your own business a few years ago, a law firm. And last year it had gained an unexpectable amount of success, so much so that you had to leave her and expand the business across the country in California.

Obviously she couldn’t have come with you, she had a school to run.

You were glad of how supportive and understanding Larissa was, and even though she tried to keep a strong façade and pretend like she’s okay with you leaving for such a long time, you could see right through her. You knew how much your absence affected her. It sure as hell did affect you.

But every day, you both made time in your schedules for a video call. Twice a day, every morning, every night. Asking how your days had been, updating each other on the latest events.

And you made that system work. Although the distance was gnawing at you both, you somehow managed to make it work.

Your business had expanded three times bigger during your stay in California, and when you finally were informed by your assistant that everything was organized for your stay to be over, that you had enough employees and that the business was thriving, you immediately booked a flight back home.

And it was perfect, actually. You wanted to surprise her, and the Rave’n was the perfect place to do it. (And also, you couldn’t help but love dramatic entrances, as well.)

You were sitting on the taxi, on the phone with your dear friend and your wife’s co-worker, Marilyn. You wanted to make sure everything was perfect for tonight.

You did keep in contact with her frequently as well, asking her updates on her life, (and also asking her how Larissa’s doing, since she was pretending to be all fine when talking to you).

Marilyn had told you, how lately the usually most modest, organized and practical woman had been more snappy and stressed than usual. And she didn’t have any extra workloads or anything, so you knew it was because of you. Because lately, you had been so busy that you were only able to call her once a day.

It didn’t seem like a big thing or anything, surely she wouldn’t be affected by such a small change? Wrong.

Larissa was definitely affected by it. She always had to be in order, having things to go her way and sticking to her schedule, that such a small change did, in fact, take a huge toll on her. And you felt incredibly bad about it.

Last year, you had left the day after the Rave’n. You wanted to stay for that night, to make your last night there unforgettable. And it was only so ironic and fitting that you were coming back the exact day, tonight. And Larissa knew nothing of it. That was the best part. You loved making surprises.

And tonight would make the greatest surprise of all.

”And you’re sure she has no idea?” You asked Marilyn as you were checking yourself out on the mirror. You were in her private quarters getting ready with the redhead.

You had a gorgeous silk gown on you that was definitely accentuating every curve on your body, paired with matching high stilettos.

(Or, imagine your own!)

When you saw the dress on one of your shopping trips, you knew it’d be perfect for tonight. The dress was expensive, but with your now-high salary, it really didn’t matter. It was graceful, but still left little to the imagination with an open back and its tight, but comfortable fit.

”Trust me, Y/N, the woman’s clueless. She was literally venting on me yesterday about having to spend the Rave’n completely alone. You have no idea how hard it was for me to just not spill the plan right there and then.” The redhead responded as she was putting on her black, gem earrings.

You smiled, feeling those nervous butterflies in your stomach about what was going to happen very soon now.

”Good.”

”Okay, the dance starts in 15, and I have to be there early to greet the students at the entrance. You know what to do, right?” She asked as she slid on her striking red boots.

You nodded, smiling thankfully at her in the mirror as she picked up her purse and waved you goodbye before rushing out the door.

This was going to be one hell of a night.

And before you knew it, you were standing at the entrance, waiting for your call.

You had planned everything out perfectly. The very same song that played on the night she proposed, would start playing any moment now, and then you’d enter the venue.

And then, sooner than you thought, that beautiful piano melody began enchanting your whole being as the doors opened.

Wise men say…

Larissa, who was standing in the middle of the venue, frowned as she heard the music - it sounded vaguely familiar. She soon recognized it and smiled at herself, maybe a bit sentimentally, being reminded of your absence. (Or so she thought.)

She had really been struggling lately, missing you. You were her everything, her world, her whole being. She simply didn’t know how long she could survive without you anymore, she thought she’d burst with how much she just needed you in her arms at this moment.

Only fools rush in…

You nervously walked inside, scanning the room with your eyes. Many people were already looking at you, in awe and in surprise. They didn’t know either that the principal’s wife would make it here tonight.

The children had grown to love you over the years as you naturally hung out a lot at the Academy.

Several gasps could be heard across the room, causing Larissa’s attention to divert to the doors.

And she saw you.

And her entire world froze.

But I can’t help…

Was she dreaming? Did she have a fever? Was she really missing you that much that she had started seeing things? Imagining things?

But her racing thoughts were interrupted as you gracefully walked over to her, cupping her cheeks with your hands.

”Hello, my love.”

And at hearing your voice, feeling your touch, she realized that it was all real. That you were real.

You saw how her eyes began glistening with unshed tears, and an almost inaudible sound, barely above a whisper came out from her lips;

”Darling…”

Falling in love with you.

And her hands practically flew to the back of your neck, pulling you close and connecting your lips after all this time.

And it was so magical, and the whole room had their eyes on you. Everything was perfect.

You smiled in content against her lips, glad to be home again.

”I missed you so much, Rissa. You have no idea. May I have this dance?” You whispered, watching how a single tear was running down her cheek. You wiped it away with your thumb as you placed another loving kiss on her lips.

And your wife seemed to still be so incredibly shocked, that all she could mutter out was a rushed; ”Always.”

Oh, take my hand…

She pulled you into the warmest hug you’d ever been in as you began swaying to the music, everyone else in the room gathered in a large circle around you two, admiring your moment and the unconditional love that was now felt by everyone in the dance.

Take my whole life too…

Larissa buried her face in your neck, breathing in your familiar scent and sighing with relief, you were at last, back where you were supposed to be. In her arms.

”Don’t you ever leave me for that long again.” She whispered to your ear, causing you to grin widely as you turned your gaze to meet hers.

For I can’t help…

”I wouldn’t dream of it. I’ll never, ever leave you again. Cross my heart.” You whispered back, sealing it with a kiss.

Falling in love with you.

#Spotify #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x you #larissa weems x y/n #wednesday #principal weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems x female reader #gwendoline christie

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Larissa Weems Masterlist

Mommy…Master List

Approach at your own risk... smut = * extra smutty=**

Series

First Times Chapter Series Masterlist

April Fools (Sex Pollen) Part 1*

& Part 2*

Dreams, You Say? Part 1*

& Part 2**

Pomegranate Lips Ch 1: Morning Cup of Black & Blush

Ch 2: Take Me to Coffee First…

Ch 3: Under Against My Heel*

Ch 4: Tipping Point

Ch 5: Nights Spent Together*

Ch 6: Hope

Ch 7: Healing Takes Time

Ch 8: ~In the Works (;

Jealous, Are We? ~sub!larissa xdom!marilyn xdom!reader Part 1**,

Part 2**

Bend us, Break us ~sub!larissa xsub!morticia xdom!Reader Part 1,

Part 2*, Part 3*, Part 4**, & Cupid Struck Thrice

What the Body Wants Part 1**,

Part 2** & Part 3

One Shots

Only For You

Bite Me ~young!larissa xyoung!morticia*

Too Far?*

Use Me**

A Long Day ~Fanart &Headcanons

Louder ~sub!larissa**

Tears of Care

Sweet Corruption**

Even Though…

Senseless ~sub!larissa*

Let Me Take Care of You ~sub!larissa*

A Break from Work ~sub!larissa*

Try Me ~sub!larissa*

Pretty Red Lips ~young!sub!larissa xyoung!morticia

Relax, Angel ~sub!larissa*

Why Me?*

Desk Activities*

Asking for It*

Mind’s Betrayal ~young!sub!larissa xprofessor!reader*

Fuck Me Dirty ~sub!larissa**

Last Straw

Bad Chick*

Pencil Skirts &Mommy’s Desk*

No Where Near Finished ~sub!larissa*

Breath, My Love

Careful What You Wish For ~sub!larissa*

More than just Sex*

I Take Care of What’s Mine*

“I love MILFS” shirt…

Playful Chemistry*

Women in Power make My Knees Wobble ~Morissa xReader*

Even the Boss Needs a Break ~sub!larissa*

Takes One to Know One ~Larissa xLady Lesso**

Tipsy Nights*

Give it to Me*

Hello Darling ~Larissa Weems Fanart

Mirror Reflection*

Initialized Necklace ~gn!reader

My Kind of Crazy ~Young!Morissa feat. Professor!Reader*

Larissa Weems’ Sexuality

Some Fun… ~Morissa xReader*

Mere Thought of You**

Fabulous Night to Remember ~Alrissa xReader**

Wonderful Introductions ~AFAB!Genderfluid!Reader*

Drunk Courage

Finally Seen ~gn!Reader

On and On ~Sub!Larissa xFem g!p!Reader*

In Times of Need ~Sub!Larissa**

Dinner Party Deals*

Marking/Branding Kink with Larissa Weems*

Numb and Afraid ~Soft!Larissa

Convince Me, Darling

Bait Me**

Music Lover ~Larissa Weems Headcanons

Spicy Fantasies ~Larissa xMelissa xReader*

Breath Play Fetish with Larissa Weems*

Everybody Needs Somebody

We Want Who We Want ~Holiday Bingo**

The Way You Adore Me (Like No Other) ~Fem!BestFriend!Reader**

Platinum Goddess to the Rescue ~Fem!Student!Reader

Give Me What I Want ~Bratty!Bottom!Larissa

Put You in Your Place ~Dom!Larissa xFem Switch!Bratty!Reader*

You’re Too Good for Me ~Larissa Weems xBrienne of Tarth*

Give It To Me Over The Phone ~Morissa (Sub!Larissa Weems xDom!Daddy!Morticia Addams) xFem Dom!Mommy!Reader*

Under My Thumb ~Dark!Mommy!Larissa Weems xFem Student!Reader*

I Don’t Go Down Easy ~Sub!Mommy!Larissa Weems xFem Dom!Daddy!Reader*

My Good Little Sluts ~Sub!Larissa Weems xSub!Lady Lesso xFem Dom!Reader**

Melting ~Sub!Larissa Weems xFem Dominant!Mistress!Reader**

When the Heat is Mutual ~Alpha!Larissa Weems x Omega!Marilyn Thornhill xFem Beta!Younger!Student!Reader (A/B/O{Omegaverse} Au)

Utter Submission ~Sub!Larissa*

The Filth We Share… ~Daddy!Larissa*

Quivering at Your Touch ~Sub!Larissa Weems xFem Mommy!Younger(20s)!Assistant!Reader (feat. Morticia Addams)**

Strip Me of My Power ~Dom!Larissa Weems x Sub!Bratty!Lady Lesso**

Take Me Back to Shore ~Broken!Wifey!Larissa Weems xComforting!Wifey!Alcina Dimitrescu(AlrissaAU)

Oh and I take Requests, so hit me up with your ideas 😉 Requests & Prompt-List

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m1lfsh4ke · 9 months

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THAT CAT IS SO FUCKING ADORABLE 😭

#gwendoline christie #gwen christie #Larissa weems #larissa weems x female reader #Larissa weems x fem reader #Larissa weems x you #gwendoline universe #principal weems #principal larissa weems #larissa weems x reader

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jessicaslittlelovesickmess · 3 months

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Are we soulmates?

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Warnings: angst, toxic!Larissa, pregnancy

Pt2

“Do you think we’re soulmates in every universe?” You asked Larissa as she sat in your living room “are we even soulmates in this one?” She responded with your daughter on her lap.

It crushed you

You had given everything up for the woman across from you, your daughter had been born during your time at Nevermore. Larissa said shifting was safe and didn’t require protection who knew the teachers pet could be such a liar.

So you dropped out letting Larissa live her life while you raised her baby, taking up a second job so she could continue her studies. Larissa had big dreams to become the principal of Nevermore and you lost the motivation to have any.

You had been dating the blonde since your first year of Nevermore, things had been perfect until that stupid girl came- no it wasn’t her fault.

Morticia had become of the object of Larissa’s desires causing visits to become scarce, you knew she wasn’t attracted to you anymore. Not since you had given birth to Delilah, your body had changed it was only natural it would’ve.

Your little Delilah Brienne Weems meant the world to you

“I love you” she smiled but didn’t take her eyes off the girl playing with her rings, you nodded of course she said that. You wanted a family it didn’t need the white picket fence as long as you had Larissa and your daughter. Unfortunately Larissa didn’t want that just yet.

It wasn’t until Delilah turned three, you sat at the dinner table in the middle of the night Larissa still hadn’t returned. Your head in your hands as you sobbed, who had you become? A shell of a woman begging to be loved.

Larissa had woken you up when she finally got home, liquor on her breath and lipstick smudged she looked cocky. You were tired not sure if it was only physically anymore as you followed her up the stairs watching her get ready for bed.

You laid down facing away from her as she slipped in next to you “I don’t love you anymore” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around your waist. She was only drunk you told yourself as you fell asleep, when you got woken up the next morning Larissa was gone Delilah now on her side of the bed.

She was too young to understand where her mama had gone too little to just see mommy everywhere but you hoped it didn’t last. That Larissa would change her mind but she didn’t and things flushed themselves down the drain.

You loved Larissa violently

Losing yourself

Larissa had gotten her way, she had broken you

It had been thirteen years since Larissa had left never looking back she often wondered how you had been, how Delilah was. But now as she waits for her next interview she knows she no longer needs to wonder about her family the one she left behind.

You walked in behind two children a hand on each of their shoulders, your eyes blank as you stared at her she now wondered had you been married. “M-mom?” Delilah whispered her voice cracking as tears welled in her blue eyes it broke Larissa’s heart she had caused that.

The boy only looked confused as he watched his older sister “my little flower” Larissa smiled sadly “Don’t” Delilah stunned the older woman. “You don’t get to call me that” she sneered as she turned to hid in your side “who’s this?” Larissa asked “Theo” he whispered.

She looked up at you with a silent question but you shook your head no as you took a seat in-front of her desk. “You know Delilah, your mama and I used to attend this school” Larissa spoke gently only to receive a lashing from her daughter.

“I apologise Delilah for leaving” she sighed making matters worse as the girl got up quickly leaving, Theo chasing after her.

You sighed sadly “I do apologise for leaving I wasn’t in the right headspace Y/n” she pleaded almost, you looked away not wanting to give her a reaction. “I found I regretted it, I got the job but nobody to go home to, nobody to hold, I have everything but at what cost?”.

“Well who’s fault is that Larissa?” I asked sitting up straighter in my seat “mine” she whispered staring at her hands. “I was pregnant and I planned to tell you but you left… you just left” you shrugged biting your lip still not facing her.

“I’m sorry”

“Sometimes sorry isn’t enough”

“I know”

“You know?”

Finally your eyes met now staring into the eyes your children shared “I loved you Larissa” you laughed “I love you in every universe” she whispered. “Do you take it back in every universe?” You scoffed shaking your head “we’re here for our daughter’s enrolment”.

You might be single but you had moved on no longer begging to be loved by someone who’s love had terms and conditions.

#imagine #wlw #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x female reader #larissa weems imagine #larissa weems #larissa x reader #wednesday 2022 #gwendoline christie oneshot #gwendoline christie imagine #angst #hurtfic

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wasjustred · 1 year

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ahhh iloveyourworkssomuch!! 💖 i'd like to request something along the lines of sugar mommy!larissa (maybe with smut, who knows *wink*) 'cause she's all i can think about these days... anyways, happy early new years!!!

Easy Does It - NSFW Larissa Weems x f!Reader

Summary: Larissa spoils you beyond comprehension. Pairing(s): Larissa Weems x f!Reader Warnings: Smut. A lot of it. (Cunnilingus, fingering, strap-on — all Reader receiving) Word Count: ~4.7k

Author’s Note: I hope this meets your expectations, anon! I originally intended to make Larissa way more domineering, but once I began writing it just didn’t feel like her——I tried to stay true to her character where I could. As always, feedback is welcome ﹠. appreciated! ♡ (un-beta-ed as per usual!) ╱ AO3

The arrangement you and Larissa have has been smoothly gliding along for about six months now: you meet for dinner every weekend, in a town about half an hour outside of Jericho. You wear an outfit she’s picked out for you, she pulls your seat out, you share conversation and good - expensive - food and drinks, and you end on the stoop of your apartment, leaning into the kiss she places on your cheek, with a weekly allowance in cash in your purse. It’s the perfect set-up, nothing you’d dare protest, but sometimes you honest to god wish she’d just break her own rules and rail you ‘till the bed breaks.

Tonight you meet her at The Aviary, draped in a black satin dress with a deep slit up the leg––one of her favorites. Larissa helps you into your seat as she usually does, but before she takes her own, she places a long velvet box on your empty appetizer plate.

“Ooh, what’s this?”

“Open it and see.” A small, proud smirk turns her lips, eyes sparkling. You run your fingers over the velvet and lift at the seam, features going slack with surprise when you realize what’s hidden inside: a collar necklace, glittering diamond-cut, softening into a single falling arc of gems which ebbs, finally, into a small, shining teardrop. Light from the restaurant’s fixtures seem drawn to it, gleaming to and fro in a scattered stream of reflection. Your gaze snaps back to hers almost immediately, heart pounding.

“Larissa, I–”

“Do you like it?”

“I– Of course I do, it’s– it’s so beautiful..” Your voice softens and tapers off as you return your attention to the box before you. It’s probably the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever given to you, but you stop short of admitting this. “Help me put it on?”

Larissa’s smile grows as she gathers the box in her hands, lifting the necklace from its cushion. She moves to stand behind you and tenderly brushes your hair aside; her hands are as soft as anything, so gentle in the way they handle you, securing the piece around your neck. Your own hand raises to rest atop the new weight at your clavicle, and when she sets her palms along your shoulders and squeezes, you shift your hand up to capture hers.

“What’s the occasion?”

“Do I need one?” Larissa presses her lips to your cheek from behind before she retakes her seat, arching a brow in challenge. The answer is no, of course; this is how you work, special occasion or not. She always manages to keep you on your toes, though, far more thoughtful and intimate than any other ‘financeur’ you’ve ever humored in the past: Tennis bracelets set with gemstones which perfectly match your eyes, a new coffee bar set-up when you mentioned off-hand that Starbucks had discontinued your favorite drink, a signed first edition copy of your favorite book she ‘just so happened to come across’ while out of state. Much more than the simple, routine bank deposits and luxury brand pieces that were never quite you which you received from others. Larissa’s gifts have always been astoundingly personal.

You’ve never told her this, but you stopped dating altogether once your little dynamic began. How could anyone else compare? She makes you feel important without ever having to work for it ––– like you’re lovable, worthy, because you exist, and nothing more. You’re breaking your own rules, being so enamored with her, but you refuse to dwell on it.

“No, you don’t…” You trail off as your food arrives, ducking your head in thanks as the waiter sets everything out before you. Any discussion of her gift to you ends there on Larissa’s own accord, swiftly and advantageously moving on to a new topic as soon as the waiter has left you. The rest of the night is spent sipping expensive wine and musing instead on all of the high-culture goings-on you never get to discuss with anyone else: Art, ballet, classical music. Larissa’s a delicious trove of knowledge and opinions and she impresses you with each turn of a new topic. You often find yourself wondering - not just tonight, but many nights whilst basking in her presence - why she’s chosen you. You can hold good conversation, of course, and have an appreciation for the finer things in life usually reserved for those older and/or wealthier than you, but what’s always been curious, what’s always given you pause, is that she never asks for anything else in return. You have no choice but to ask yourself what it is you possibly have to offer to a woman like her––but you almost always fall short of a satisfying answer.

She’s talking you both through an analysis of the most recent play she brought you to when you take one of her hands in your own, tracing the lines of her palm as you listen. Larissa stumbles over her words at first contact, a rare occurrence for her, and blushes pink at the sensation. When you glance up at her in question she quickly averts her gaze and carries on, moving to smooth her thumb over yours as you continue. You love her fingers: they’re long, delicate, awfully reminiscent of the Greek statues she enjoys waxing poetic about. It’s an instance in which you’re reminded art, very often, echoes us in a continuous cycle of give and take.

You don’t say a word when you notice her face darken another shade as you press a kiss to the inside of her wrist before moving on to dote upon her other hand.

She’s not once explicitly told you, but Larissa’s never expected you to take a physical liking to her. She set the rules she did early on for a reason, knowing she could live with looking and not touching, taking care of you and watching your face turn alight with each gift or special night out without ever ending the evening by your side. No sex necessary, no physical affection expected. But here you are, fawning over her, and she’s never been more conflicted.

To assuage the feeling, she convinces herself it’s the wine that’s made you this way––a good bottle will go a long way, thus your touch must be the product of inebriation, not genuine affection. You’ve both long since finished off your meals when Larissa pays the bill and drives you home as she normally does, to an apartment she partly finances (not fully, at your own insistence that there are some things you should take care of yourself) and walks you to your door, stooping to kiss your cheek. Routine.

She is right about one thing, however, and that’s the potency of the house wine tonight. Not on your reasoning, but your self-control. You spent the car ride home admiring her profile in the passing streetlamps and traffic lights, studying the way each red light cast itself across her, how the passing headlights of opposing traffic bathed her in a cinematic glow you associated only, appropriately, with Vivien Leigh in A Streetcar Named Desire. Ghostlike, almost. Ethereal. And at that same wine’s behest, you lean further now into her goodnight kiss than you’d normally allow yourself.

It’s as she prepares to leave that you decide - anchored by the weight of the diamonds around your neck - that this is the night you’ll throw caution to the wind, fervently hoping it won’t backfire and end with her rejection and a ruined arrangement that you’d both worked to preserve over the past six months.

“Do you want to join me for a nightcap? I know we don’t usually, but.. I’d like you to. If you’d like to, of course. If you don’t that’s–––”

“Y/N,” she interrupts. You can hardly tell but her heart’s just about burst out of her chest. There’s an inner battle waging right on the precipice of her ribcage and your bright, hopeful eyes staring up at her aren’t making it any easier to parse out. Do you feel obligated somehow to pay her back for the necklace? She knows you know she’d never ask that of you, that your arrangement is not a traditional one, but has she unknowingly pushed the bounds all the same? Did you simply imbibe too much and don’t really have a clue what it is you’re saying?

Or, perhaps.. Most dangerously: Do you mean it?

“I don’t want you to feel as though you have to… ‘pay me back’ for tonight. That was never my intention.”

She volleys her own inner turmoil dead straight in your direction and stares down at you with what might be, if you squint hard enough, a nervous expression.

You lean sideways against the door and cross your arms over yourself, appraising her. Does she really not want you? What the hell does she get out of this if she doesn’t? You just can’t wrap your head around it, and while you insisted to yourself you’d never outwardly question the bounds of your relationship and why they’ve settled where they are, you’ve put yourself at a crossroads.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

She balks.

“What? Of course I do. What does that have to do with anything?” Larissa’s expression is a mixture of incredulity and apprehension. You decide to bite the bullet then as she lingers uncertainly beneath the moonlight.

“I don’t understand what you get out of this. Am I not–– you think I’m pretty but you don’t want to touch me? You pay for my livelihood but you don’t want anything tangible in return?” You both purse your lips simultaneously and you’d laugh if the situation weren’t so dire all of a sudden. “You confuse me, Larissa.”

She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, a small cloud bursting forth as she sighs.

You fucked it, didn’t you? Fucked it right to hell, and now she’s never going to speak to you again.

“You’re an idiot, do you know that?” The air goes still.

…

It’s news to you.

Larissa suddenly pushes forward and traps you against the front of your door, hands leveled at your waist. “I’ve always wanted you,” she grits out, her arms tensing at your sides. “I just didn’t want you to feel as though you had to. Return the sentiment, that is. You’re too precious for that.” Her voice is low and rough in your ear, strangled. You grab hold of her forearms to keep yourself upright when her tone shoots right through you, breathing heavily. You gradually lift your gaze, poring over every curve of hers as you do, and meet her eyes. They’ve nearly gone black with lust, and a subtle quiver in her lip tells you everything you need to know.

“Kiss me.”

Larissa groans, which is admittedly not the reaction you’d expected, and presses further into you, her nose brushing against your cheek. You can feel the heat of her grow, ensnaring you in perfect contrast to the cool night air.

“You have to tell me you want it, darling. I need you to say it.” … Oh. A new wave of arousal surges through you as you turn your head ever so slightly, her lips hovering just out of reach. The shared breath between you has become fraught with possibility, with the overwhelming, unspent energy that’s been collecting over the last six months without either of you quite noticing. Of course this is what she needs: confirmation, not that you’re hers but that she’s yours, by choice and choice alone.

“I want you, Larissa. Please,” you whisper, squeezing her arms in an attempt to ground yourself. She says nothing in return, instead immediately closing the distance and engulfing you in a desperate, searing kiss. Your cheeks burn and it’s all you can do not to melt into her fully, sucking in a sharp breath as her tongue slides against your bottom lip. This, this, you realize, is exactly what you’d imagined: Feeling her against you, wrapped up tightly in her arms, being drawn in and freed all at once, struggling to contain the desire you feel pulsing within yourself. It’s like Larissa’s split open your mind and picked through every thought there, coming away with only the most indecent imaginings and putting them to use as her hips pitch forward and her hands grasp achingly at the roundness of your thighs.

“Open the door,” she husks, suddenly ripping herself away and turning you at the waist to face the door. You fumble for your keys as she scores your neck and shoulders with hot, open-mouth kisses, running the tip of her tongue along the muscle that pulls taut there.

“F-fuck.” The chuckle she gives in response to your whimpering, shaking when you can’t fit the key into its slot, only weakens you further. Larissa must know her effect well as she wraps an arm around you to hold you upright, the other grabbing the key from you and swiftly unlocking the door in one go.

“Trust me, I’m trying.”

Laughter follows you both as you take the stairs one at a time, pausing every few to take her tongue in your mouth and run your hands along her front. You bypass the living room once you reach the landing - a feat in itself - and lead Larissa straight to your bedroom, kicking one heel off in the hall and the other at the threshold of your room.

She stops you just before you reach the bed and holds you steady for a moment: “Hold on, I want to look at you..” You hair is mussed, curls losing their hold in the heat of your entanglement, chest heaving and red. Larissa steps forward to brush her thumb over your lips, searching your face for any sign of hesitation or doubt.

She doesn’t find any.

“Christ, you’re a pretty thing,” she hums. The pad of her thumb pulls at your bottom lip and you acquiesce, tilting your chin up before taking her finger into your mouth, rolling your tongue against its tip, watching her with wide eyes that imply an innocence you don’t possess. A hiss escapes her when your teeth come down around her knuckle and she scowls, gripping your jaw with an intensity that rivets the surrounding atmosphere as she rips her hand away, smashing your lips together once more.

In the next second the backs of your knees are buckling against the edge of the mattress and you squeak; Larissa had slipped a hand over your sternum and shoved, launching you down hard into the bed. Wet heat urges your hips forward as she crawls over you, but her hands swiftly come down to force them back into the mattress, trapping you there.

“Patience, darling.” You scoff as she begins the journey down your body, placing lazy kisses to your lips, cheek, jaw, chest while her fingers deftly work to pull your dress from you. You lift your back so she can snake a hand around and drag the zipper down to its end at the top of your hips, wriggling free and moving to pull at her own dress–––but she grabs your wrists, pinning them above you with a devious smirk.

“Ah, ah. Let me spoil you,” she murmurs into the crook of your neck, one hand traveling to cup the dampness between your legs. Electricity cracks against your spine at her touch; you’re sweltering and freezing all at once, watching her eyes rake over you with a hunger you’ve never seen on her before. Her fingers draw idle circles around your clit as she works her way down your body, leaving a trail of wetness in her wake where tongue meets flesh, nipping at the precipice of your hip bones, glancing up at you before she licks you through your panties. There’s no helping the whine you turn free when she all but purrs at the taste she gets of you from the soaked fabric.

“Larissa, please,” you huff, lifting your hips up to meet her mouth. She takes three steps then in quick succession: chuckles into the skin of your inner thigh; pulls your panties down and off of you; and presses a series of messy, teasing kisses to your bare sex. Your fingers clutch at the top of your duvet as she finally begins to devour you, breath hitching as her tongue circles your entrance and delves into you. In a moment of white hot desperation, you hook your legs around her, calves flexing against her back as you shudder into her touch. She’s ravenous, consuming you with long, uninterrupted strokes that ride on the flat of her tongue, lapping your slickness up and winding into you all at once. The coil is tight within you already, pulsing with every movement of her mouth. You’re almost worried it’ll be over before it scarcely has had the chance to start, but a quiet, bemused voice in the back of your mind ridicules you: Larissa is nothing if not generous.

“You taste divine,” she breathes, before returning her ministrations to your clit, sucking and popping with the filthiest fucking moan you’ve ever heard. The feeling of her tongue against that tight bundle of nerves prompts your eyes to roll back, eyelids fluttering, and imbues your hands with a mind of their own, working them swiftly into her hair and pulling her as close to your cunt as you can get her, hips lurching in an unsteady rhythm. You can feel her amusement at your desperation as distinctly as you feel her mouth, but it’s quickly forgotten when she slides two fingers into you with an ease that makes you lightheaded. The sound of your wetness is sinful, and you have to admit it only spurs you on.

“Fuck me, fuck me, pleasefuckme––” Larissa’s grinning against you as she pumps her fingers, curling into you with a startling accuracy that leaves you breathless and aching. You press your cheek to your shoulder in a feeble attempt to keep yourself above the threshold dividing pleasure and bliss, useless as she slips another finger into you and flicks her tongue against you, quickening her pace as she follows the mounting tone of your pleas. Every touch spreads a warmth through you impossible to ignore, stirring a frantic need beneath the surface of your skin.

“Cum for me, darling, cum for me, that’s right.” Larissa presses the heel of her hand into the space just below the swell of your stomach and the coil snaps suddenly, sharply, sucking all of the air out of you at the same time that you yelp and tense with equal force, clamping around her face as your orgasm tears through you. She continues to lap at you even as your hands push at her, holding fast to your thighs to keep her place. Your legs shake as she builds you up in the same breath that you’re coming down, a second orgasm already rearing its head.

“I can’t,” you keen, but Larissa shakes her head and unlatches briefly to disagree.

“Yes you can, Y/N––be a good girl for me.” It washes over you when she lowers her face again and wraps her lips around your clit, sucking with an unfazed firmness that shocks you to your center. You’re tingling over every limb, pacing your breaths to ride you through this second crest. “That’s it..” Larissa coos, running her hand over your leg comfortingly. You can hardly breathe as the shockwaves roll through you one after the other, and the darkness of the ceiling above you seems to double in size as you stare in a daze.

Your muscles melt into the mattress one by one, sinking deep as Larissa finally pulls her head away and crawls forward to kiss you; you can taste your slickness on her tongue, familiar and tangy. When you part, gasping for air, you wrap a hand around the back of her neck and press your foreheads together, gazing up into her eyes with the softest look you can muster after so thoroughly falling apart in her hands.

“My turn?” She laughs loud and heartily at your doe-eyed demeanor. You’re itching to touch her, to taste her, and she knows it.

“Mmm, maybe.” Larissa shrugs and rises up from her position over you, sliding off to the side of the bed where you can’t reach her––and not for lack of trying. A whine catches in your throat when she shoots a withering look over her shoulder, patting the space beside her. “Help me with my dress, darling.”

You waste no time in flipping over onto your knees, shuffling over to her and grappling with the zipper of her dress. You flush when she laughs both at your inability to get it down in one swift motion and the frustrated little growl that bubbles up from your chest.

“Not funny,” you complain, gritting your teeth as she shifts and the zipper gives, revealing the smooth, snowy expanse of her back. Instilled with a renewed sense of hunger, you push the fabric away from both of her shoulders and continue the journey down and around to her breasts, thrilled she’s forgone a bra tonight as you palm the supple flesh there and roll her nipples between your fingers. The sigh she expels is a ragged one, her hands dwarfing yours whilst her head falls back against your shoulder. You revel in the sight of her lip caught between her teeth.

“I want to fuck you.” You just barely catch it in between her labored breaths and your own thunderous heartbeat, but you do, and you turn to glance at her curiously before her meaning hits you square in the face.

“But––”

She cuts you off. “I want to destroy you, Y/N. You can taste me later,” Larissa mutters, pivoting without another warning and capturing your lips again. You wouldn’t complain if it weren’t for the utter distress you felt to get your hands on her. She doesn’t give you a chance to rebut, however, as she slips out of her dress and climbs over you, guiding your hands to grip her ass. “Later, I promise.” She pulls back to appraise you, taking a rigorous inventory that she’ll commit to memory if it’s the last thing she does: Your flushed skin, the way you can’t keep still under her touch, the unmistakable shine of desire in your eyes.

“In th-the nightstand,” you stammer. Suddenly the realization that Larissa is here, in your bed, and you, at her mercy, is too much at once. You’re trembling with need and anticipation. She tilts her head at you, one second, two passing before she follows your guidance and pulls the drawer open, grinning wickedly at what she finds there.

“Harness?”

You nod vigorously, propping yourself up on your elbows and directing her through another drawer of your dresser. The slow, methodical way in which she fastens the leather around herself surely burns itself into your brain, and you can’t help the shameless moan that seeps out when she smooths an indulgent layer of lubricant along the silicone from base to tip, a delicious sight between her legs.

Larissa approaches with an emphasized swing to her hips, bending at the waist to press a chaste kiss to your lips before she nudges you to scoot back into the middle of the bed, positioning herself above you with a hand on either side of your head. She dips her face down into the hollow of your throat.

Her voice vibrates against you despite her hushed tone. “Are you ready for me, darling?”

Your brain short-circuits at her words, imperfect timing. God, she’s fucking hot.

She lifts her head again to catch your gaze and smirks, nibbling on the tip of your chin. “Use your words.”

“Yes, yes, I’m ready,” you rasp, drawing your nails down the broad expanse of her back in anticipation.

The moment she slides into you is pure ecstasy: your toes curl and you haphazardly clamber for purchase upon her skin as she buries herself deep within you, stalling for a few moments to give you time to adjust. The way Larissa groans into the motion draws out an amusing - filthy - rumination about her being able to feel every stroke as with her own body, delighting in your wetness. She fills you seamlessly, snapping her hips against you before slowly drawing herself back, only to repeat the pattern and plunge into you as deeply as she’s able. It’s bruising and pleasurable all at once, how she brushes up against your walls and the ridges of the toy hit what your mind insists is every nerve-ending within you.

You rock together desperately, bodies moving as one as if you’d been doing this for centuries, mapping each other out and bringing each other to your peak. You savor the novel, tangled scent of sweat and arousal, a newly formed association with the sound of Larissa’s broken whimpers now frozen in your psyche.

A startled breath leaves you as Larissa abruptly anchors her weight to one side and pulls you on top of her, flipping your positions. Her arms wrap tight around you, looped at your back and around your shoulder as she fucks up into you at a crushing pace. You whine into the crook of her neck and realize you’re on the verge of tears, an overwhelming wave of pleasure and desperation wracking your body. Quiet grunts accompany her each thrust, slowing just so until it’s a steady pattern you can count to like clockwork, brutal and sharp at every buck of her hips. Your knees are aching, folded as they are, but the tight, coiling sensation within you overrides any and all discomfort, merely a quiet nagging in your brain; your focus is settled precisely on the angle of her cock and how her nails dig into your skin as you grind against each other. She’s close, too. You can feel it. It’s there in the shallowness of her breaths, in the urgency of her pelvis against yours, in the subtle arch of her back. You try to meet her where she’s at in your muddled state, pitching your hips backwards and down when she thrusts upwards––and you know it’s worked when she gasps and her hands scramble to lock together at the small of your back.

“Yes, that’s it darling. Just like that,” Larissa pants, using the leverage of her hold on you to help you fuck yourself. The only sounds permeating the room are that of your mingled breaths and her cock driving into you with a consistent, almost unforgiving rhythm.

“Pleasepleaseplease, ohfuck––”

“Y/N–––”

She tenses with you and cries out as your orgasms hit you both at once, ravaging you beyond reason. You’re hyper-aware of the way her breasts feel pressed against you, the way one of her hands flies up to bury itself in your hair as you ride her through your climax. Larissa’s hips stutter as she whines into your shoulder, sinking her teeth into you, and you marvel at the feeling of her muscles clenching around you, from the sinewy stretch of her arms to her thighs rested between your own.

Everything you’d hoped for. Fantasized about. Greedily deliberated again and again whilst watching her across the table in another fancy restaurant in another unfamiliar town.

Larissa is careful as she pulls out of you, slow and deliberate so as not to disturb the tenderness there. You remain curled on top of her but she doesn’t complain, rather rubbing your back in long, languid movements and whispering affirmations in you ear, a sweet mixture of ‘breathe darling, I’ve got you’ and more headily, ‘you did so well for me, you’re so good, you took me so well’. When you allow yourself to fall to the side of her, she shimmies out of the harness and tosses it somewhere off the edge of the bed, ignoring its clatter as she wraps you up in her arms. You burrow yourself further into her warmth and sigh at the feeling, content.

“Now is it my turn?” you ask, voice low and raked over with exhaustion. The belly laugh she gives is worth all the weariness in the world. “You’re incorrigible!”

#i also tried not to dive too deep into any specific kinks since there was no request for any #i think what i’m gonna do is add to my masterlist what kinks i will and won’t write and go from there!#that way ppl can request as they please :)#if anyone has any constructive/technique-specific comments on the smut pls send them my way!!#i have a tendency to be super explanatory/forward in a way that i don’t think always works for smth so intimate #so i’d love any help i can get!#ANYWAYSSSSS enjoy #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x f!reader #principal weems x reader #larissa weems imagine #larissa weems x female reader #larissa weems x y/n #larissa weems x you #principal weems imagine #larissa weems reader insert #larissa weems smut #answered (request)#wasjustred

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ladybathoryy · 4 months

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marilynthornhilllover · 3 months

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can you please make a fanfic we’re Larissa dies like in the show then wife reader makes and attends the funeral, but when she gets home she realizes that the front door to her and Larissa’s home was unlocked so she goes in slowly but she sees Larissa at the kitchen table drinking wine and Larissa says something like “miss me darling” and then some smut if you want. ❤️💋

Filthy love

Larissa weems x Fem reader

Warning: Angst, grief, sadness, slight anger, pain, lots of talk about depression, faking of death, smut, fingering, cunniligus, usage of toys such as : vibrator and strap, slight choking, kinda soft sex, praise kink, stalker kink if you squint, slight mommy kink, slight degradation kink.

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There wasn't enough words in the English dictionary to describe the pain and emptiness that you were feeling as you stood over larissa's closed casket. There were no more tears left to cry. All you felt was emptiness, a never ending suffocating cycle of pure sadness, filled with rage. They say death has no sting and that it sneaks up on you and it's absolutely true. Nothing compares to what you felt currently.

You couldn't feel anything, you couldn't hear anything. It's like being trapped in the middle of the ocean with no air yet your still not exactly drowning, you don't want to drown but you refuse to be rescued out of the toxicity of the air.

You felt utterly numb. It's as if you too weren't alive, like a part of you died with her, and is to stay forever buried with her. Soon you'll have to thrown the first batch of sand on her grave, plant flowers two months later, listen to people express their condolences and state how larissa was a ' sunshine in a word filled with gloom'. Correct - absolutely correct. She was your sunshine in your world of gloom.

Truth be told you didn't deserve larissa - Or maybe larissa didn't deserve you. You'd always argue, she'd always stay at work. Nothing was simple, everything was so complicated behind the thick walls of your home. Fake bright smiles where somtimes even the Toothpaste couldn't clean the disgusting words you'd both spit at eachother behind close doors just to apologize minutes after with kept hatred inside.

It's as if you weren't there, but she was still here. It's not possible. She no longer existed and you wished you could swap places. She died so you can live but really and truly you didn't want to be here either.

The word is toxic and exhausting and larissa kept things joyful for you, always ready to sacrifice her happiness to see you smile. The memories of the good kept attacking your brain, handing in return instant headaches.

The first time you both laid eyes on eachother.

The time she asked you out on your first ever date.

The time she asked you to be her girlfriend.

The time she proposed.

The time she asked you to move in.

Right until the day you both said ' I do' the only soft, truthful words to ever be said to eachother. Maybe if larissa was here she offered up her happiness. You felt everything at once. It was all overwhelming. You wanted to be no where and here at the same time. The sadness you felt inside was unbearable yet no tears dared to escape..... they all stayed dried.

With a sigh you sniffed and made your way towards your seat, sitting besides Wednesday you flicked a warm smile towards her, you weren't sure if it was quite excalty warm though, after all your warmth was laying with her hands on her chest in a small, itchy casket. Larissa hated small spaces, if she was alive she wouldn't even be lying there now..... and that's how you knew she's really dead.

Because in the back of your head, there was a part of you that believed this was all a joke and that maybe thos was all a cruel prank to be played.

" are you ok?" You turned to look at the small girl besides you, forcing a smile you nodded. She definitely didn't believed you, to be honest who would?. Calling your heart broken would be an understatement, you don't know how celion dion sang that song because your heart definitely will not be going on without larissa. If you could have took her hand in death you would have.

"Til death do us part"

Wednesday truly cared for larissa, under her tough goth act there laid a heart of gold for the sapphire, Elsa blond hair and beautifully paled skin beauty.

You were once again broken from your trance as the pastor began to do his speech.

This you realized was your Roman empire, your own wife's death. You should really he celebrating her life but she hardly enjoyed her life. She was too tied up with work and you being on her back 24/7 percent of the time. She wasn't allowed space to breathe, well now she has more than enough.

After the pastor was done doing his speech you stepped on stage to say your urology - your last words. Taking a steady breath, and a long exhale you positioned the paper infront of you on the podium as you tried your best not to allow the tears their accompanied time frame.

" firstly, i want to thank you all for truly being here today so that we can honor our beloved and bright spark, Larissa Weems..... larissa was many things.... she was a principal, to some a English teacher. She was a daughter, a lover, a role model etc but t-to." You sighed as you looked down steading out your breath as your voice broke.

" to me larissa was much more than that in my life. I was a field of dead flowers before I met larissa, a-and she was like the sun that came out, bringing both warmth and healing into my life. She was and will forever be my hero that wore heels and my sunlight that brighten and made my life and day better. S-she never failed to make me smile or laugh, even giggle. I know to many of you she was so much more than just a sun.... she was the entire world even universe. And as we lay her to rest today I hope we all find the time to heal and be storng, because that's who larissa was, storng....."

Everyone sniffed, some clapped, most breaking down in tears. You never ment for anyone to shed even more tears or for any hearts to be broken any more than they already were you just needed everyone to find peace just as much as you wanted to find it as well.

After the funeral was over you hugged everyone goodbye and wished them a safe drive home as you also headed home, already planning to sleep because you couldn't accept the pain that you will feel after arriving home and realizing the house is empty.

As you pulled into the driveway you noticed the door looked pushed open. You weren't in the correct headspace but you knew for sure weren't crazy, you remember closing and locking the door perfectly well after leaving. After switching off the car and getting out you carefully walked up to the house - the mansion.

You fired all employees for three months with pay since you needed the time and house for yourself to simply be human and do human things which in this situation will be to grieve. Upon arrival you inspected the door before pushing it open and stepping inside slowly. If there was an intruder you'd rather catch them in the act, then call the police.

" hello?? Who's there? I suggest you just surrender now or I won't hesitate to call the cops on yo-" as you rounded the corner of the kitchen you saw larissa sitting on top of the countertop with her heels long forgotten on the carpet of the dinning room chair. Her lipstick was smudge as her legs swinged back and forth. She looked...... well not dead obviously. You knew for sure you weren't dreaming and she definitely looked very alive.

She moaned softly as she finished her wine and placed the glass down ontop the counter with a small cling. She sighed as a smirk was quickly painted across her face. You didn't know how to react. Maybe you should scream and run for your life, be happy and joyful or to maybe stay sad just incase this was your own mind manipulating you into a maladaptive dream land trance.

" hello darling....." She spoke in a low husky voice as her eyes flicked up towards yours, they were dark and swirling with desires for many things - things that you knew of and knew not of.

" did you miss me?" She asked as her eyebrows quirked up in a teasing manner. Your body stayed frozen as she jumped off of the counter and strides towards you very slowly. Her hips swayed as the smirk remained on her face. You could hear your rapid heartbeat in your chest with every closer step she took towards you, not breaking eye contact nor curving her lips into a non - smirk.

She finally stopped right infront of you as she tilted her head to the side, inspecting your face, possibly trying her best to read your every emotion as well as she can. As you looked into her eyes you saw, warmth, passion, love, peace, joy, everything that made larissa unique was swirling around in her sapphire iris, you felt your connection spark that you had with her ignite as her hands made their way around your waist pulling you flush against her body.

" I'm alive, my love. Long story but right now I think I'd rather cherish you" she whispered against your earlobe, gently pressing a kiss towards your neck before leaning back to look at your face, but again it remained blank because you did not have any reactions or emotions lingering on your face or in your eyes. It's like you were a statue, frozen before time.

Larissa chuckled softly, her hands making their upwards your chest Slightly grouping your breast making a moan escape your from the back of your throat. She grinned as she pushed you up against the counter. Despite all odds and questions that needed to be asked about everything that happened you needed her badly, she was like a drug that you needed desperately to live. You grabbed her cheeks and forced her lips against yours.

It took her by surprise but she quickly kissed back with the same equal amount of passion. You opened your mouth and gaved her access as she gladly took it by slipping in her tongue and using it to her advantage. Her hands traveled down your body wildly as she squeezed your ass and grabbed your hips harshly as she picked you up and took you to the bedroom.

She kicked the door open with her feet as she switched on the lamp light before throwing you onto the bed aggressively. She crawled up towards you and reconnected both your lips again in a heated, sloppy desperate kiss that spoke so much words that the lips could never utter.

You helped her take off her clothing as she helped you in return.

" fuck I need to taste you darling" she mumbled before spreading your thighs apart and smirking. She bit her bottom lip as she admired your baby pink lace panties before proceeding to pulling it to the side. She groaned as she saw your arousal spreaded all around your cunt as your puffy clit stared back at her. Larissa wasted no time as she enveloped her mouth onto your small bud immediately setting a fast sucking pace.

Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as your hands immediately flew to her hair pulling her even closer.

" your so fucking delicious darling" she purred as the vibrations from her speech made your shiver. Larissa used her hands to hold your thighs open to prevent you from squirming and bucking your hips as her tongue flicked back and forth against your clit in a rapid pace.

" f-fuck, larissa, I'm gonna cum." You whispered as she chuckled darkly, her hot breath on your cunt was driving you crazy. She knew fully well what she was doing to you. Your stomach twisted as you felt larissas fingers trace slow steady circles around your entrance that caused your back to arch.

" so needy for mommy huh baby, you need me to be alive to fuck you senseless" your brain began to get fuzzy, the effect larissa had on you was dangerous - deadly dangerous. Your grip in her hair tighten as your nails digged deeper into her scalp. Your eyes rolled back as she continued to violate your clit endless in the most oragam way possible.

You felt the knot in your stomach tied as it was ready to explode. Your other free hand gripped the sheets as you swore you were gonna leave holes in it.

" such a dirty slut for mommy darling" she cooed as she slowly thrusted her two slender fingers into you at once before pulling them out, and that was all it took before you cummed in her mouth. She removed her lips from your abused bud as she gently kissed it before leaving open mouth kisses on your hot sweaty skin all the way up to your lips.

She watched as you tried to catch your breath as you gently shivered.

" I'm not done yet princess" she whispered before leaning over towards the side table and pulling open the drawer, her hand rumbled around in there for a while before a pink clip on button vibrator cake evident in your eyes. Larissa smirked before snaking her way back down to your pussy. She took both sides of your underwear and pulled it down as you lifted your hips to assist her.

You spread your legs even wider for her. She looked up at you with an evil expression before attaching the vibrator to your sensitive clit. As soon as she turned on the button you collapsed onto the bed in pleasure. You moaned as her hand wrapped around your neck. She leaned down closely to your face, her lips ghosting yours. You leaned in to place a kiss onto her lips but she pulled away chuckling.

" such a needy little girl, letting me do what I want with her needy cunt" you gasped as she slipped her two slender fingers into your cunt, your eyes rolled back as you let out a sigh of satisfaction. You could hear as her fingers went in and out of your wet cunt with squelching noises and your sweet moans and whimpers for her. You were her bitch to fuck.

Her hold on your neck tighten even more as her pace picked up to something more brutal. You cried out as she curled her fingers in you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again that had you going dumb for her and crying. She loved the way your greedy cunt clench led down around her fingers. Your hips rocked back and forth desperate to meet her thrust.

" Come on darling, cum again for me" she cooed as she picked up her pace, pushing her fingers deeper into you lr cunt past knuckle length.

" OH GOD! MOMMY! P-PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE, NEED IT SO BAD" you screamed as larissa pinched your nipple before slapping it, feeling as your body quirked and trashed beneath her, as your cunt spasms around her fingers. You wanted to try to hold off your oragsm a little while longer, not wanting to seem ' truly desperate ' as a whore who just needed her pussy fucked every second of the day by her wife but you simply couldn't.

" I know you want to" she whispered in a sultry voice, and that was the end of you. Your back arched as you let out the most pornographic moan ever to be heard as you coated larissas fingers with your cream. She continued to fuck you through your oragsm until you couldn't take the overstiumlation anymore. She removed her fingers and cleaned them off with her tongue, keeping her eyes on you.

The way her tongue swirled around her everyone finger, licking up your juices that ran down her hand made your cunt throb. You gulp as you cleared your throat.

" I wanna ride you" you spoke lowly and larissa scoffed.

" go on, get the strap then you can fuck yourself on mommy big cock, maybe if we're lucky I can put a baby in you, get you all full and round with my baby" she groaned.

the thought along had you sprinting towards the closest to get the biggest strap with the most deepest curve possible.

And with this you knew tonight was going to be a very very long night....... hopefully one with pleasure and maybe when that's finished you can get the answers you deserve, because you didn't deserve all that pain and heartache.

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gweninred · 3 months

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OMFG HEAR ME OUT I've been thinking about this for a while now and I'm going insane.

Reader organizes a very romantic dinner (candlelight, ambient music and all that), making Melissa's favorite dish, getting her flowers..

. and THEN reader gets on Mel's lap and end up giving her lap dance and just makes Melissa feel good and fucking her silly till she's absolutely spent..

ok im gonna go hide now..

Taking care of

I love this request! I’m not comfortable writing smut, so I won’t be writing that part, I’m sorry. Just leave the last part to your imaginations 😭 I hope you like it anyway and thank you for requesting!

You placed the flowers you had bought for your favourite redhead in a vase. White tulips. You set them on the middle of the dining table, then starting to make dinner, gnocchi. Once again Melissa’s favourite. She had thought you how to made some of her famous Italian dishes. Following her family recipe you had saved in your notes app to make the dish. You noticed your girlfriend was quite stressed lately, ever since she had to teach two grades, she would come home extremely stressed and exhausted from her day at work. But the oh-so good girlfriend you are, will always be there for her to comfort her and help her relax.

By the time you had finished dinner you had placed it in the oven to keep it warm until the redhead will be coming home. You made sure to light up some scented candles, switch the big lights off and turn on some slow romantic music.

“Baby?” Melissa shouted after banging the front door close. You could hear her bag drop on the floor. “I’m upstairs!” Stroking your hands down your sides you looked at the dress through the mirror. A hum of approval came from the teacher as she peaked her head through the opening of the doorway. “Looks good on ya.” You smiled. “There you are, honey.” You wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling her close. Her arms found its way around your waist, kissing the side of your face. “I missed you.” She murmured against your neck.

“Come with me.” You pulled away to grab her hand, leading her downstairs. You made her sit down at the table.

“I called your mom to get the recipe. I know you’ve thought me how to make it but I kind of forgot.” You giggled, placing the redhead’s favourite dish in front of her.

“This is so thoughtful and sweet, honey.” Melissa grabbed your hand from across the table, she kissed your knuckles. “And you got me my favourite flowers.” Another kiss was placed on your hand.

“I hope it’s good, I don’t want you to break up with me for making the sauce wrong.” You joked, Melissa’s gaze softened.

“Of course not.” She was in a sweet mood, you cooking her favourite dish and getting her flowers clearly did something to her. “Well, I’m not sure nonna is going to let you marry me actually.”

“Oh, hush now, eat.” You popped open a bottle of red wine, pouring two glasses. “Barolo.” You took a sip, humming at the taste. You had bought the bottle of wine on your vacation in Italy, saving it for a special occasion to open the bottle. “And? Would Nonna approve?” Melissa chuckled, her mouth stuffed.

“I think she would, you nailed that.” Proud of yourself you take a bite, nodding in approval.

After dinner Melissa insisted to do the dishes, her filling the dishwasher while you cleaned the rest of the kitchen. “I made dessert for us too, but we can eat that later tonight, I’m full.” The redhead pinned you against the kitchen counter. “Me too.” Her voice was raspy, one hand resting on the side of your face her other hand leaning on the counter, keeping you trapped. Her hand moved in your hair, brushing it through her fingers. Your eyes lingered down to her lips. Closing the gap between you, the teacher kissing you. You caressed her curves.

“I missed the taste of your lips.” You murmured against her lips, kissing her again.

Then Melissa pulled away, to sit down again. “Hey! Get back here.” You whined. A chuckle was heard from your girlfriend. You followed the other woman, taking a seat on her lap. “I’m so lucky to have you, you’re so good to me, honey.” She placed her hands on your thighs kissing you. The kiss was heated and became sloppy.

“No, I’m so lucky to have you!” You pulled away to push your pointer finger against her chest, the redhead giggling. “Just let me make you feel good.” You whispered in her ear, then biting it slightly. Melissa had to drawn back a groan. You got up from her lap and went to stand behind her. Your hands placed on her shoulders, you glide your hands over her breast down to her waist. Melissa placed her hands over your guiding them over her body. Your head was next to hers, kissing her neck.

“You have no idea what you are doing to me.” She rasped out, leaning back into your touch. “What am I doing to you?” You walked around her, taking a seat on her lap again, Melissa’s hands immediately grasping your butt. “You are driving me wild.” She went to kiss you again.

“Have me just like this.”

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imprincipalweemspet · 7 months

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Larissa : Okay, truth or dare?

Y/N: Truth

Larissa : How many hours have you slept this week?

Y/N: …

Y/N: Dare

Larissa : Go to bed.

Y/N: I don’t like this game.

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could i maybe request an enemies to lover between larissa and an 18+ student ?

the plot is up to you :)

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𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 - [𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰]

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Larissa Weems x Young Professor f!reader words: ~4.5k specific warnings/content: FLUFF, slight nsfw

summary: see above

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a/n: ok so i did change this a little bit to young professor because i can't really imagine Larissa being with a student of her school, so i hope thats okay. Otherwise ! the creative liberty was so freeing. I hope yall like the concept - i was really excited for this one

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This weeks potion for your class was definately taking a toll on you - you sat in your office staring at your email as the moonlight shined on your skin, doing nothing to help the chill that filled the room. It had gotten late but you took the hours of sweet, quiet sanctuary to work ahead and save yourself some time later on. The blue glow of your computer screen casted a bright gleam on your face and illuminated the corner of your dark, empty classroom, forcing your mind onto the sight of how late it had gotten.

The Potion of True Intentions was one that could be helpful in one hand and dangerous in another. It was a potion that could reveal multiple truths about someones actions, even make them unable to lie in higher potencies - taking away the mask they put on in day to day life and revealing anything and everything that stood behind it. It was part of the curriculum, so, regardless of who your students were, it had to be taught. You had spent the last hour trying to wrap your head around how you would teach this, who exactly you would use for an example.

The thought was risky, especially with teenagers, especially with teenage outcasts. One could reveal their undying love for another while someone else might confess to attempted murder - a certain raven haired girl slipped into your mind and the thought alone making the possibilities shocking. There were so many twists and turns that could come up that you pinched the bridge of your nose as you groaned out in frustration.

You flew back to rest fully against your desk chair as you blankly stared at the already typed email on your screen. Dread filled you at the thought of sending this email, at the thought of sending this email to her.

Your relationship with Larissa Weems, the principal, your boss, was nothing less than complicated. You thought all had gone well when you were swiftly hired just months ago, being met with a kind smile and what you thought was genuine banter from the woman as she gave you a tour, as she walked you through the halls and to the quarters you would be moving into, all with her arm brushing against yours, all with her hand meeting the small of your back, all with reassurance and a light blush and a beautiful laugh that you still wished to hear ring in your ears..

That is, if you didn't grow to hate the woman.

It was more like a strong dislike but it was so close to hate that it was the word that made the most sense. But hate was dreadful, hate was all consuming, hate was confusing, full of longing, full of.. care? Full of lust?

You just hated that she hated you, so you always tried to give her no reason to.

Surely, no.. this was a different kind of hate than what you have been met with before. But you still couldn't help the feeling that climbed deep into your chest and settled itself there, like a fire - warm and anxiety induced, jittery and build on.. need? It riled you up and curled your hands into fists whenever she challenged you, but the willpower you had, the need to not back down always shot you farther than you always intended.

This would be an interesting class..

You let out a deep sigh as you steadied yourself to rest your hands back on your keyboard, your oversized sweater falling off one of your shoulders as you scanned over your words for any errors, but, with the way she treated you, there was no doubt you had to spice it up a little.. You always sent every email with the hope of making her seethe and her jaw clench at how absolutely perfect you could be, at how absolutely perfect you could be for her.

You were one of the youngest among the staff, but that didn't stop you from being heavily qualified and experienced - something that she seemed to absolutely pick at whenever possible.

Good Afternoon, Larissa.

I hope your evening has gone well so far. I have a request for you that I think aligns with our values of safety and education within the walls of Nevermore.

The potion that I am teaching to my students tomorrow can be potentially dangerous if ended up in the wrong hands - the Potion of True Intention. I'm sure you're well aware of what this can do, so I've gone ahead and told them that I would be the only one creating a batch of this particular potion - though, this may not stop them from creating one of their own.

If you're available, could you please attend my mid-day class tomorrow as an extra set of eyes? Your presence will surely make the lot feel safer and bring more authority into my statement to prevent them from making their own with ill intentions while also letting them be able to put their whole focus on taking in the information and learning about such a beautiful potion.

Maybe you could learn a thing or two as well

-Professor Y/N

Your body immediately relaxed as you clicked send, a large weight falling from your shoulders as a deep sigh left your lungs. Though, a wild smirk rose onto your features at what you could do tomorrow in her presence, about who you could use as an example if she were to show.

Your heart laughed in mischief at the endless possibilities - oh, what a show it would be to see how much she truly hates you, to see her try and hold back every comment, every action as her teeth grind together in anger and her hands turn to fists at her sides.

The familiar 'ding' of a message popping into your inbox filled the room. You don't even have to look at it to know it was her - sure, it was late, but you knew the woman would still be up.

You adjusted in your seat as you moved your mouse to click on the email. You read over her words, your blood boiling a bit at the small email, but it didn't matter as your lungs filled with satisfaction at her reply.

Professor Y/N,

I'll make sure to be there - Be sure not to start without me.

L. Weems

You propped the classroom door open as the bell signaling the end of lunch rang, knowing that students would filter in slowly as you gathered all the ingredients you needed at the front of the room. You were nearly buzzing with excitement at what was to come, spending most of the morning making sure everything would go perfectly.

This was one of the few times you knew Larissa would be in your classroom while you were teaching, other than teacher evaluations and any other potion you deemed more dangerous than others. It made you slightly anxious as well.. She was still your boss, at the end of the day. This would be a way to prove yourself as a professor and gather some insight on the woman who did a complete 180 on you.

You grabbed the final bowl with a gentle touch, knowing that it was the main piece of the rather tedious puzzle you were about to build.

Early this morning, you wandered into the greenhouse, Marilyn Thornhill's domain. You loved stopping by and seeing what she had in store. You often worked together to grow the flora and fauna within the academy - you taking care of and helping her research more plants while she grew anything you needed for future lessons. It had jumpstarted a kind friendship between you two, especially since you both were on the newer side.

You were in search for a very specific flower as your eyes filtered over the dozens upon dozens of plants that were held on shelves and hung from the ceiling. You loved how she made the greenhouse something of her own - there was no doubt so much of her personality within every aspect.

She came into view after seeing you from her office window, your confused and slightly overwhelmed expression making the redhead chuckle to herself before standing.

"Was there something specific you were looking for today, Y/n?" Her voice had startled you a bit, her office being slightly hidden by some of the bigger plants, but her warm aura always settled your nerves. You let out a sigh as you waved at her to come closer.

"I know I didn't ask for any, but I was hoping you had some Browallia Speciosa flowers.." Your eyes didn't stop scanning the room, hoping she had the blue version of the flower and not only its violet or white form. "I have a special guest coming to class today.. and the blue hues of the flower remind me of her eyes. Do you have any, by chance?"

You finally looked over at the woman only for more confusion to come up to your features. There was a knowing look on her face, like there was something you didn't quite know, something that she didn't plan to tell you - it peaked a big wave of curiosity to course through you, though you decided against mentioning anything of it.

"I'm pretty sure that there's sommmee…" She dragged out the word as she walked towards one of her far walls. You watched her struggle on her tippy toes for a few moments before finally grabbing a large vase off one of the shelves. "…here!"

A smile rose to your face as you saw how proud she was at her small victory. She brought the vase to one of the desks as she went to grab some sheers. "Take as many as you need. They seem to be blooming perfectly at this time of year. What potion are you working on today?"

She handed you the sheers with a soft touch then watched how carefully you started to cut the flowers away - she always seemed so interested in your work, and it was something you heavily appreciated. "The Potion of True Intention.. I figured out who I would use as an example late last night, so I didn't have enough time to wait for another type to grow."

You handed her the sheers and placed the flowers in the bowl. "You always seems to be a lifesaver when it comes to this, so I wasn't surprised to see that you had some, though hidden.. Thank you."

You offered her a kind smile before watching her put everything away. When she was back to you, she walked you to her classroom door. "Who are you using as an example? I'm very curious to hear about everything, I'm not gonna lie."

You turned around to face her completely, a mischievous smirk rising onto your face. "Larissa Weems."

Her expression turned into shock before converting into a wide smile. She knew about your.. let's say, distaste for her best friends hatred towards you. She, however, would knew both sides, but told nothing to the other person - something you heavily appreciated as you trusted the redhead. It had shocked her at how bold you were being, and she said she would come by when the lesson was done to hear about everything.

You placed the bowl down next to your other materials before looking up towards your students, immediately watching them calm down and settle under your gaze. You threw them all a gentle smile as you ran your fingers along the edge of your cauldron. They always seemed to love potion days the most - always so focused as they hung onto every word, taking in the information with ease - so you were glad that your teaching style called for a lot of them.

"Alright, everyone.. Let's do this." You took a deep breath as you clapped your hands together. "Good afternoon!!"

"Good afternoon!!!" You watched as their faces lit up along with yours, laughter echoing through the room after their booming response. "How lovely. Seems everyone's excited for today, yes?"

The energy of your students after a lunch break was always something that was hit or miss when it came to taming it, but you grew to use it to your advantage and have them feel really engaged with the material - ensuring that their knowledge was growing instead of having information constantly just thrown at them. Small conversations died down, once again, as you took an inhale to speak. The words, however, died on your tongue when you noticed a flash of white by the door.

"I hope I'm not late! Hello, everyone," She said with a smile. She wore a cream colored dress and gold jewelry, making her signature red lip pop more than it usually did. Something about her presence today made the air get pulled from your chest as you gripped the side of the cauldron. Her piercing blues landed on your form and soaked you in from head to toe. If you weren't so focused on reining in your own emotions, you would've noticed the faint blush fill her features as her posture wavered.

Your dress complimented your features very well - the sleeves ran long but still showed your collarbones, long enough to pronounce your height but short enough for your calves to be visible. The dark colors of the outfit along with your make up and silver accessories really fed into the notion that you would know you entered a potions room, just at the glance in your direction.

You made sure to put a little more effort into your appearance whenever you knew you'd be around Larissa. You always wanted to look good for the woman, your looks always adding to your confidence. There was a part of you that still craved her validation, though, she never gave it to you. There was always a small victory raining inside you whenever you were able to make her falter, to make her breath pause, for her breath to hitch with your presence alone..

You wondered just how far she would let you go..

"You're not late at all - don't worry!" You threw a sickly sweet smile at her, your head tilting to the side slightly. "We've actually just started. Okay, everyone.. so.." You turned back to face your students, feeling her presence shift and come close right after. "I asked Principal Weems to be here today because, like I said before, this potion can be used in multiple ways - even in the dangerous sense. Though I'm using it in a light hearted matter, I'm required to really teach about it's history and uses.. which is why I hid nothing from you all. I wanted her here to really press the matter of it's danger and because I thought another set of eyes would help settle you. Understood?"

Your eyes fluttered around the room to meet all directions, being met with some saying a small 'yes' and others nodding their heads.

"Good.. Who can tell me what today's potion is just by looking at the ingredients that I have up here?"

Many of their hands shot up and a sense of pride filled your chest. You knew this was from your teaching alone, but you couldn't help and love how they were all behaving with Larissa there - really pushing the fact that you were genuinely good at your job and making her see it for herself, even if you were younger.

You gestured to a student in the front row. "The potion of True Intention."

"Yes, good! And what does it do?"

"It can reveal one of many things, depending on what the brewer wants to know. While making the potion, you have to put your own intentions into it - asking questions or giving demands on what you want to know from your person."

The next ten minutes continued on like that - you asking your students questions and them all ready to answer. You gave more of the history and reminded them of some of the uses of the potion before calling two helpers to pull the curtains to cover the large windows that consisted of one of the classroom walls. You took your lighter and lit three blue candles and placed them on opposite sides of the cauldron, lighting up the sides and front with a golden oranger glow.

"You want the colors of the flowers and candles to be around the same. When you light your candles, you want to already be thinking about your intensions. A good potion always comes from a clear mind." You placed the lighter down and took one of the flowers from your bowl. "You want to use a flower or plant that you think can link back to them, capturing their personality or looks within the nature. We're lucky enough to be growing some Browallia Speciosa - a flower that links to spiritual wisdom and clarity."

You walked around and placed the bowl in front of a student in the first row, urging them to grab one and pass it down. As you walked back to the bubbling liquid, you held the flower in front of Larissa so she could see it, then moved it into the light. "I got the blue ones because the color reminds me of a certain guest that we have here today."

You peaked a glance to your side and saw her shocked expression, making a wild smirk form on your lips. You placed it down for a moment before saying your next words, then grabbed a paper and started to tear it to ensure only a name would be thrown into the mixture.

"If you have a belonging from the person, whether it be hair, their handwriting, a photograph, just to name a few, you want to throw that in. If you don't, then you can write the persons first and last name on a sheet of people and throw it in. If you have both, do the name after the item - it's preferred if you do to have a clearer potion."

You looked down to see that you had successfully isolated Larissa's signature off of the permission slip you submitted to teach this potion - killing tow birds with one stone as you threw it into the starts of the potion.

"Take your flower and dip the petals into the mix gently, pulling them out and letting any excess drip off until it stops. Once it's not soaked anymore, lift the flower in front of you and slowly start to pull off each petal, dropping it into the cauldron while you whisper your intentions over and over until none are left. Once all petals are in, put the stem in gently while saying.." You leaned closer to the bubbling liquid, seeing that it has already grown thicker than the start. "'The truth shall show itself, as it seems to time and time again..'"

The potion was accepted and made correctly, a light blue smoke emitting from its sides and flowing down to the floor. You watched the smoke swirl with the flames before taking a glance over to Larissa. She seemed so invested in your lesson - her eyes were glued to your work as she absorbed every word and action that came from you. The smoke put out each flame with a harsh breeze, the classroom becoming completely black before the potion glowed a light blue, illuminating the room with it's success.

You asked the students to open the blinds back up as you bottled up a small amount of the mix. "Now, you can put this potion in food or drinks, create it into a spray, or keep it as an oil. As long as it's absorbed, whether it through the skin or with digestion or smell, it should work."

You shook it slightly before you twisted the lid off and squeezed the top of it, moving some of the oil into the dropper before presenting it to Larissa. You held it out to her, one hand staying underneath it to prevent any spilling, silently asking for permission.

She seemed uneasy at first, but, in the end, moved closer to you to allow it. You put a few drops onto your fingers then smeared the liquid between your fingertips. You set the dropper down before starting to apply it along some of her pulse points, your fingers grabbing her wrists in a gentle hold as you applied some there, then moved your fingers up and placed some along her neck.

The close contact and gentle touch seemed to make Larissa flustered, but you couldn't help but think she was fuming behind the mask of it all. You gave her a smile, and she rolled her eyes subtly. You took a few steps back, afterwards, and took in her form.

Her breathing picked up slightly and her eyes scattered around the room, being sure to land on anything other than you. You tilted your head to the side in mock curiosity as finally she faced you. You saw her jaw clench before her throat bobbed in a harsh swallow.

The students seemed to be on the edge of their seats - the room growing quiet enough that you were sure you could hear a pin drop. It looked like she was struggling to keep herself from saying something, the words nearly being forced out before the ring of the bell filled the room.

You were cruel, but not as cruel as her.

You had planned it to go this way. This was still your job, and you weren't going to risk it or your professionalism by forcing the woman to put herself this far out there.

Your students groaned and complained as they threw their items into their bags and got up to leave the room. "I'll be sure to let you all know what happened!" You said before closing the door behind the last student.

"I know you hate me.." You stated, breaking the silence. "I wanted to know why and how much.. But I wasn't going to risk anything and have your image be tainted in front of the students. I hope you understand.. because I-"

Just as you turned around, you were pinned back against the very door you just closed, firm hands meeting your hips as hot breath tickled the side of your neck. Your breath had been forced out of your lungs at the impact, your face flushed as you finally acknowledged exactly what was happening. Her perfume was intoxicating as it met your lungs, the smell causing your heart to flutter, and her touch was so warm.. so easy to melt into, so easy to crave..

"I don't hate you, Y/n…" Her voice was low as it ghosted along your ear. You couldn't help but be confused at her words, but, before you were able to say something, her voice cut you off. "It's quite the opposite, really.. I just couldn't accept how easy it was to be myself around you, to get lost in the time, how easy it was for me to fall for you.."

Your breath hitched as one of her hands took hold of your chin, forcing your eyes up to hers. She took in your expression and it seemed to be one she approved of, her eyes fluttering down to your lips before she pressed into you more.

"But, it seems, I no longer have the willpower to hide my desire now.. do I?"

Her lips ghosted along your own, you gripped the fabric at her strong shoulders. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned forwards, only to open when her lips didn't meet your own. A lustful smirk graced her features as her eyes darkened. "And it seems I'm not the only one.."

She crashed her lips into yours after her words, a whimper leaving your throat at the desperation and need found within it. Her hands wandered your torso before bringing one of your legs up to her waist. Her leg slid into the space and pressed firmly against your core. A deep moan left your chest at the contact, and she took the opportunity to explore your mouth.

Her tongue danced with yours, swallowing each of your whimpers and moans for her only. She broke the kiss, pulling your bottom lip between her teeth while doing so. The desire found within your own eyes seemed to surge her forward - she was reeling in how absolutely delicious you looked. Her lips traced down your jaw before moving down to your neck. She licked along your pulse point, causing a satisfied hum to leave your throat before sucking a dark, purple mark onto the skin.

The action sent a shiver down your spine as you melted into her touch. She kissed along the canvas of your skin, biting down at the junction of where your neck and shoulder met, pulling a gasp out of you.

Just after the sound, a loud knock was heard against the wood behind you. You both froze before softly breaking away from each other. She stood right behind you as you opened the door back up, a deep blush still apparent on your features as you calmed down slightly, as your eyes landed on Marilyn.

"How did it go! What ended up happening?" She said the words as you were opening the door, a small gasp leaving her as she noticed that you were not alone. Her eyes took in both of your forms, gaze moving between you both before her eyes widened as she noticed the new mark along your neck. "You know !! I-I actually forgot something!! I'll come back later, you know??"

She quickly shuffled down the hall and out of view before you closed the door at her loss of presence. You turned around to meet a heavily flustered and smiling principal, the sight of her and the situation making a loud laugh leave you, her following in your foot steps.

You walked up to her and wrapped your arms around her shoulders, pulling her close to enjoy her warmth. "Y/n.. I suppose, we should talk about this, hmm?"

Her arms wrapped around your waist, and you couldn't help but notice how well your bodies fit with each other. Her smile reflected your own as you finally understood some of the truth behind her actions. You spoke with butterflies in your chest, a newfound clarity filling your being."I suppose we should.."

"I was thinking tonight. Over dinner, if you'd like?"

You loved the hope that filled her eyes, a new sparkle settling there as she looked back at you. You giggled at her forwardness, something you never would've thought you would see in such a kind light. You nodded as you gave her your answer, relaxing in the comfortable energy that coursed through you both.

Seems you were right about your feelings.. Hate always seems to linger close to love, after all..

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𝐚/𝐧: AHHHHHH IM ALIVVVVEEE!!

COLLEGE IS KICKING MY ASS LOW KEY!!!

it's fine though because that's important - it's just taking up much more of my time than I thought it would, especially now that im working again.

BUTTTT!!

i hope you liked this because i've literally been thinking about it for DAYS. I wanted to write so bad but i was flooded with assignments this week. it was so fun to write whenever i had the chance and just clear my mind from anything else. this is why i love writing

ty for the submission ! my reqs are currently on pause ! you can read more about it here but I'm going to be working on what i have before starting anything new

i also changed my pfp - sorry if you recognized me by my picture but i do be making a new one every now and then

~ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐯𝐲𝐧

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m1lflov3rrr · 4 months

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Y/N: Well, Larissa, Happy New Year!

Larissa: Happy New Year, Y/N.

Y/N: …

Larissa: …

Y/N: You know, I’m getting really tired since I haven’t slept since last year-

Larissa: Every. Single. Year.

#i am y/n #y/n is me #always making these stupid (awesome) new years jokes #larissa weems #gwendoline christie #wednesday #principal weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x female reader #larissa weems x y/n #happy new year

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 9 months

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heyyy ;))

i was hoping to request maybe a really juicy smut story? larissa wears a strap on (or g!p😋) where maybe larissa face f*cks the reader, degrading her with the filthiest things, praising her, maybe at the beginning, larissa seduces the reader? add as much as you want!

Heyyy @mxmmyviolet !! Thanks for the request! I’d love to write this for you 🤭 Hope you Enjoy ♥️

Mere Thought of You ~Larissa Weems xFem Professor!Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, teasing, seducing, teasing touches, praise, explicit dialogue, implied doggystyle fucking, implied wet dreams, implied overstimulation, implied masturbation, possessiveness, jealousy, degradation kink, praise kink, shapeshifted d!ck, overstimulation, pet names, sucking off, oral (g!p receiving), kissing, begging, begging kink, d!ck riding, implied spanking, spanking kink, more implied smut, aftercare, etc.

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You had been at Nevermore as a teacher for three months now. And the second Larissa Weems had caught on to your little crush on her, you had become the woman’s plaything.

Normally, the tall principal was reserved and formal. But when you were placed in front of her… a squirming, blushing mess… the woman couldn’t refuse the urge to toy around.

And Larissa would stop in a heartbeat if she thought that it was making you uncomfortable or drawing any negative connotation. But she never got that idea from you. In fact, you seemed to only respond more positively to her antics…

It had all started small with longer glances, light touches, and extra praise. But Larissa wasn’t playing to be easy and nice. No, she was playing dirty. She was playing to seduce.

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It had been sixth months now since you joined the Nevermore staff as a teacher, and there was only one thing on your mind these days…

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“Hope I’m on your mind during the most innapropriate times, Darling…” the blonde purred in your ear, as you walked past her on the way out of the weekly staff meeting.

Your breath hitched and your cheeks blushed fusia as you rushed out of the meeting.

~~~

On the annual teacher review days, you stuttered your way through your classes with Larissa sitting in the back of the classroom. As the last class left for the day the blonde came over to your desk to review her findings with you.

As she got up to leave, she leaned forward and whispered, “Hope you lose focus during conversations, going non-verbal imagining me putting you in all fours, Darling…”

She then leaned back, nodded curtly, and left. Leaving you a flushed, horny mess.

~~~

On a Saturday morning, you were in the courtyard, enjoying your book when the blonde principal came up behind you.

“Oh, What are you reading, Darling…?” She purred.

Your eyes widened at the sultry voice of the tall woman. Larissa then came up right behind you, bending down do that her lips were ghosting the shell of your ear.

“Cat got your tongue…?” She playfully purred.

“I… Dickens—!” You chocked out.

At this, Larissa hummed in approval.

“Hope you dream with my voice calling out your name, Darling…” she husked, before standing back up and walking away as if nothing had happened.

~~~

You were prone to insomnia episodes, which sometimes left you in the teachers kitchen at 2am on a Friday. No one else was usually ever there.

Usually.

Except today, when you walked into the lounge to make some tea, you found a certain tall blonde already warming the kettle. As your gaze met hers, she smiled lightly and nodded in recognition of your presence.

“Can’t sleep?” she asked with her hypnotic british accent.

You simply nodded.

Words had gone out the door as you had walked in.

She kindly poured your cup of tea and then hers. Walking past you, her arm lightly brushed yours and her lips brushed the shell of your ear,

“Hope you cum multiple times thinking of me, Darling…” she hummed.

You gulped, scurrying back to your quarters.

~~~

But what really did it for you was at the Poe Cup…

You’d gone out to watch the games and to support your students. But the entire time, all you could focus on was Larissa. And her interactions with a colleague of yours, Marilyn. It was obviously flirtatious. And it made your skin crawl.

Why…? You weren’t jealous, we’re you…?

You left the Poe Cup, walking back up to the school, in a bad mood. And as you walked up the path, the tall blonde brushed your shoulder ever so slightly…

“Hope you salivate and yearn and groan in frustration for not having me as yours…” She purred in a hushed tone.

Fuck. This woman had you in a chokehold…

And you had had enough.

~~~

You rapped on Larissa’s door with intent. When you heard her voice, you entered and slammed the door behind you. But now as you were standing in front of the tall goddess, you lost all words and trains of thought.

“Why Hello, Darling…” Larissa purred, looking up from her work, “Why don’t you take a seat?”

You gulped and nodded, sitting down.

“What can I help you with…?” She purred.

You took a deep breath.

“I… I’m done with whatever this is… or isn’t…” you stuttered, looking everywhere but the blonde’s eyes.

At this, Larissa got up from her chair and loomed over you, grabbing your chin for you to look at her and invading all your personal space. Your eyes widened as blush crept up your cheeks.

“Oh, you’re done are you…?” She taunted.

Your breathing was erratic as you nodded shakily.

“I want to hear you say it, Darling…” She lustfully husked, “Or… You can get down on your knees…”

You immediately dropped to your knees, looking up at the blonde for further instruction.

“That’s what I thought…” Larissa chuckled.

Larissa then elegantly removed her skirt and the bulge behind her knickers became apparently present to you. Your face turned tomato red. She then removed her knickers to reveal her hardened, pre-cum leaking dick.

Fuck, she was massive…

“Oh that’s right…” Larissa tauntingly purred, “I forgot to tell you… I’m a shapeshifter…”

“That’s… hot…” you whimpered.

Larissa chuckled at your dumbfoundness.

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for months now, you know…” she purred, “So why don’t you be a good little slut and suck me off…”

Your breath hitched, the nickname going straight to your core, and you nodded eagerly. Larissa placed on hand behind her on the desk and the other behind your head, as you began to take her member into your mouth. You licked the stripes of salty pre-cum, before taking her in as deep as you could go. The blonde only pushed you further, her hand forcefully bobbing your head up and down on her dick.

“Oh that’s it…” Larissa groaned, her head lolling back, “Taking me like such a whore…”

She pushed your head down even further, causing you to gag slightly.

“Breathe, whore…” She purred wickedly.

You two continued these administrations until Larissa was right on the edge.

“Make me cum, sweet slut…!” Larissa groaned.

Larissa crashed over the edge quickly after that, spurting her hot ropes of cum down your throat. You moaned at the action. When she had finished, the blonde pulled out of your mouth, stuffing all the leaking cum over your face back into your mouth with her fingers.

“Swallow.” She commanded.

You obeyed and swallowed her entire load, looking back up to the blonde with anticipation.

“Good girl…” Larissa purred.

Your breath hitched and your eyes widened.

“Oh, does someone like being praised…?” She taunts.

“Yes…” you whimper, nodding.

The blonde’s eyes sparkled with lust and delight. She then reached down once more to wipe one dribble of her cum still on your chin, then stuffing her finger back in your mouth. You happily sucked it off, returning her digit with a pop!.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time…” She purred, winking at you.

~~~

You spent the next days with constant slick in between your thighs, not being able to get your mind off that woman.

You walked down the corridors, papers in hand, which you were to deliver to the headmistress. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“Come in…!!” Larissa called.

You entered the room, shutting the door behind you. When Larissa looked up from her work, her whole demeanor shifted. She began to put away all her paperwork. Memories of what happened last time you were in this room came flooding back…

“Darling…” she wickedly purred, “Why don’t you come over here to me. I’ll take those papers…”

You treaded over to Larissa’s side of the desk and handed her the paperwork, your gaze fluttered everywhere but to the blondes.

“Good girl…” She cooed, taking and putting away the paperwork.

Larissa’s gaze racked up and down your figure. She then stood up and towered over you. Your eyes widened and finally met her gaze. She had a wicked smirk and fiery eyes. She started walking towards you, and you started to slowly back up, until she had you pinned against the wall. You could feel her breath, she was inches away from you…

“Do you want kiss me, Darling…?” Larissa taunted.

You gulped and nodded.

“Then beg, sweet slut…” she husked in your ear.

Your breath hitched and you could feel your knickers completely wetted through, as your arousal now spread to your thighs.

“Please… please kiss me… fuck me… please please…” you whimpered.

At your words, the blonde smirked and gladly complied, connecting her lips to yours. A breathy moan escaped your throat as you tasted the woman. She then slid her tongue into your wet cavern, eliciting a string of whimpers and moans from your lips, which Larissa happily swallowed.

Her hands began to wander around your figure, teasing you relentlessly. You quickly caught on and began stripping and connecting your lips to hers as much as you could. Your lips were connected until you both needed to breathe, and then you were both breathlessly taking off the rest of each others clothing.

Now you were both breathless and naked informer of each other. Without another word, the woman picked you up, wrapping your legs around her waist. She then carried you to her desk chair, sitting down and having you straddle her in the chair. You instinctually bucked your hips into the blondes growing member. Larissa groaned out at your action.

“Oh you poor, sweet slut, you’re dripping…” Larissa chuckled wickedly.

You whimpered in response, grinding her hips against Larissa’s dick and looking up to the blonde in desperation.

“Please…” you whimpered, giving her your best puppy dog eyes.

At this, Larissa’s eyes shimmered back at you and she smiled. She then lined up her hardened dick with your soaked cunt. Without warning, you sank down on her, letting a guttural moan escape you as she bottomed you out.

“You needy whore…!” Larissa groaned in pleasure , “Need my dick that bad, do you…?”

You began riding her as best as you could. The blonde was quick to stabilize you with her hands on your hips as she started rutting up into you.

“Yes yes yes…!!” You chanted, screwing your eyes shut tight in overwhelming pleasure and holding on to Larissa tightly as she fucked up into you.

~~~

After hours of Larissa having her way with you… You laid, splayed out on the blondes desk, panting heavily. Larissa was gripping the desk, leaning towards you, panting heavily as well.

“Fuck…” you breathed out, smiling and resting your head on the desk.

The office was a mess… Items and clothing scattered everywhere… And it was dark now…

Larissa chuckled lightly. You moved to sit up and winced from the soreness. The woman was quick to come to your aid.

“Slowly, sweet girl…” she cooed.

You ignored the blondes advice and went to stand up, and your legs gave out on you in seconds, causing you to collapse onto the ground. Larissa couldn’t contain her amusement and light giggles.

“I told you…” she chuckled, swiftly helping you up and placing you in her chair,

“Did I fuck you so thoroughly, Darling…?” She teased you lightly.

“Shut up…” you mumbled.

“Darling… Don’t make me spank you…” Larissa teasingly taunted.

Your breath hitched and your eyes widened.

“Sorry—! I’m sorry…”

Larissa smiled lightly and kissed your forehead.

“How about a bath, hmmmm…?” The woman hummed.

~~~

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Always you

Okay this one was a vote and I was so excited to finally write for this goddess of a woman. Also this is just the first there are many more to come.

Pairing: Larissa weems x reader

Warnings: a lot of fluff but there are spots of implied smut

Summary: You’re a teacher at nevermore and you’re in a relationship with Larissa, this will be a throwback to the scene with Morticia and Gomez except Morticia tries making her jealous, and in enters you. At first Larissa got jealous but then realizes you can hold you own and you prove to her that you only love her.

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You opened your eyes and could see golden rays peeking through the curtains of your window, you felt a warm body close to yours contrasting with the cool air nipping at your bare skin. You turned and observed the goddess laid before you, it wasn’t often Larissa was up after you so you didn’t get to see her like this much, hair in disarray from events of the night before, no make up, sleeping peacefully wrapping a long toned leg in yours and allowing her hand to ghost over you side. You laid there for a moment before her eyes fluttered open, she gave you a small smile.

“Well good morning gorgeous.” She turned pressing her face into the pillow letting out a small chuckle and you felt her moving she wrapped her arm around your waist pressing you against her. She wasn’t the best at taking compliments even after 2 years together, so you made sure to shower her every chance you got you loved this woman and hated that all she knew growing up with the mean and nasty side of people's words and actions, she absolutely loved being close to you and you didn’t mind whether it was small leans on your shoulder in meetings or holding hands, maybe even the occasional hand on your thigh or sneaky kiss around the corner, you wanted nothing more than to be her safe place and show her all the love.

“What’re you doing up, you’re never up first?” She grumbled out in a joking but concerned tone, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and pulling the blanket up to cover her bare skin.

“Actually this is when I usually get up so tell me why, Principal Weems, that you’re not up?” You placed a quick teasing kiss to her lips and then down her jawline showering her in kisses, down her neck tracing over the hickeys left from the night before and then back to her mouth.

“Ewww Y/N, morning breath.” She exclaimed laughing and pushing you away as you laid on her chest.

“Hey you weren’t complaining last night, I was tired I didn’t have time to go brush my teeth.” You said laughing.

“That’s gross.” She laughed at you.

“Hmm fine jokes on you, I can fix it with a quick shower and some toothpaste, but you my love, I can’t fix you being late on the first week back to school.” At first you pretended to be offended but then you laughed in victory as you saw her expression change.

“Oh baby.” She said quickly realizing the time and stumbling out of bed, you stood in the door way of the in suite bathroom watching as she scrambled. You finished brushing your teeth and walked over grabbing her hand and guiding her to the bathroom.

“Y/N I’m gonna be late, I can’t be late….” She started rambling. You tuned on the shower just how she liked it.

“ ‘Ris it’s okay just trust me, you need a shower let me handle the outfit, and no you can’t just shift don’t even try it.” She looked at you gratefully and stepped into the shower, you walked back out knowing you had a lot of time and grabbed an outfit it was different than usual Larissa but you loved it a white suit with a high waist and a sapphire blue satin shirt for underneath with matching blue heels. You turned back into the bathroom, slipping your robe off you opened the glass shower door.

You stepped in and was met by Larissa pulling you into a passionate kiss. You chuckled and kissed her back, you could feel the soap running off of her body and it smelled amazingly of lavender and vanilla a soothing and inviting scent. You ran a hand through her hair as she turned and picked you up pressing you against the wall and letting the warm water run over you both.

“You said no shifting but I could right now, I could shift and get you pregnant, oh God and you would look so amazing carrying our baby too.” She trailed kisses down your neck and you let out a whine but you had to stop her.

“Though I love the enthusiasm and being pregnant with our baby seems great and all, you’re going to be late for work and I don’t like dealing with grumpy Principle Weems.”

She grumbled but kissed you again and put you down, she knew you were right and that she would be very grumpy if she was late to meetings all day.

“Also if I’m gonna be the one carrying first, that means you better put a ring on it.” You laughed stepping under the water and washing your hair. You felt her arms come around you as she quickly stepped out to dry and get dressed but what you didn’t notice was the look of hopefulness and determination that came over her.

You heard her leave and stepped out to do your hair, you were kinda the fun teacher so leaving your hair curly and down was normal along with the jeans and maybe a band tee with a blazer but today you switched it up. You did a half up half down leaving your curls still out and slipped on one of your favorite outfits and tight pencil skirt in a deep green color with a white button up and a black with white pin stripped vest over it you matched it with black and white pin stripe heels. You turned toward the vanity to grab a pair of your many glasses and that’s when you saw it a note tented on the vanity, you picked it up and saw the black box underneath,

Don't you dare think I'll forget about what you just said, but here’s a little gift in the meantime.

Love,

Larissa

You picked it up and opened the box, a beautiful silver ring of vines looked back at you no gems just a simple sliver band of vines and leaves, it was perfect, and you felt a tear travel down you face. Swiping it away you slipped the ring on and grabbed your purse and headed to your classroom. A couple classes in and your students were starting to look tired so you dismissed early and decided to go see Larissa.

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Larissa couldn’t take it, before her she had Wednesday, who she didn’t mind actually, her and Y/N loved Wednesday. It was the parents Morticia and Gomez or Morticia specifically, it was always a competition, to her she was always better than Larissa, always royalty compared to a peasant.

She loved reminding her about high school and how she won Gomez and every other guy she wanted, how she now had kids, and how she got away from such a “wretched” place. Meanwhile, Larissa sat there smiling on the inside annoyed. Wednesday said a silent prayer that you would get there quickly.

There was a knock that rang through the office and Larissa announced for whoever it was to come in.

You stepped in the office, Morticia had a cocky look on her face until she saw you and then it turned into something else.

“Mmm and who might this be?” She asked trying to see how you’d react, Larissa was now digging her nails into the desk as she sat politely, and Wednesday had a smirk knowing what was about to happen.

“Larissa I wasn’t aware that you were hiring just anybody to come and teach, I mean having eye candy as a secretary maybe but at least be discreet.”

“We’ll she’s not just anybody.”

“Mmm we’ll let me take her for a day and we’ll see about that.” Morticia looked you up and down surveying the competition.

“We’ll Mrs. Addams I can assure you that Wednesday and every other student are only getting the best education from this institution.” You spoke up from behind.

"So sure about that?" she was pushing it now, Larissa was ready to come over to the desk, but you knew how to handle people like her, I mean you did it for a living at one point.

"I can assure you I have the credentials, I went to school for psychology, profiling to be exact, and caught killers. I now teach an array of classes, psychology, and sociology, including the sciences and even an art here and there, I have multiple certificates and references that I could point you to." You were cold as steel and held a smirk on your face, Wednesday gave you a very approving nod and a smirk as her parents sat jaws dropped, Morticia sat there buffering, quickly closing her mouth and resorting to her unimpressed stare, trying not to let you see through the sheer black curtain but it was too late.

"As I said I can guarantee that Ms. Pierce is one of the best here."

"Hmm, well too bad she's already taken Larissa you need someone like her in your life." she rolled her eyes at you, but you turned away from her, looking at Larissa.

She glared at you as you stayed calm and collected, you walked up to Larissa and whispered to her, “Can I kiss you, just quickly and show her who I belong to.”

Larissa crossed her legs and you had your answer you knew that went straight to her core, you were in for it tonight. You quickly bent down placing a quick kiss on her lips and turned sitting on the corner of the desk, Wednesday sat there smirking and gave you a nod of approval while the other two Addams jaws were on the floor again.

"Mrs. Addams I'm afraid that this meeting is over and I must say I've never seen you so uncomposed before, well aside from that night that you or I'm sorry, Gomez killed that poor boy, but I guess that's what you get when you play with fire."

"You wouldn't dare." She shot up from her chair stepping towards Larissa's desk, but you were to fast sliding in between her.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." You looked into her eyes seeing rage and jealousy, but as she looked into yours she saw the swirls of gold flowing through the green, a silent warning to step back.

"You're...you're a...." she stuttered.

"Oh yes, I forgot to mention that I was once attacked by a vampire, while my magic saved me from certain parts, I still have heightened senses and strength. Every year I throw in a transformation and magic class to help council the newer students or those struggling, Wednesday has actually taken quite a few of my classes." Morticia turned to her daughter, "Yes, Mother." She signaled to Gomez time to go and they took their leave. Wednesday turned back to you in thanks and you sat on the desk waiting until they all left, turning to Larissa. She stood towering and leaned over the desk to kiss you.

"You're gorgeous when you're scary and calm." you chuckled to yourself.

"Well, Principal Weems now that they know their daughter is well taken care of and who I belong to I say we make our way home."

"I agree," she said grabbing her things and heading out.

when you got home though it was a completely different story. You didn't even make it upstairs before clothes were discarded around the house. In the middle of a steamy make-out session Larissa stopped you.

"Y/N I want to ask you something, something I should've asked you months ago."

"What is it love?"

"Darling, I want you to be my wife, I want to have babies and grow old together. Y/N Pierce, I want to marry the love of my life, Will you marry me?" you could feel her inhale holding her breath.

"Larissa Weems of course I'll marry you!" You leaned forwards placing a kiss on her lips, and you felt her relax into it. You both laughed and she turned you over putting all the passion she could into the kisses.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get you a better ring, I was so nervous and I wasn't sure." she apologized nervously, hoping to not upset you.

"No baby I absolutely love it!"

"Good that makes me so happy, and speaking of baby how about we finish what we started this morning." you saw confidence coming back to her features.

"I'd say sounds like a night well spent so long as we try shifting after the wedding that way we don't have to deal with wedding planning and a baby."

"Oh agreed," she said getting up and escorting you to the shower, it was a good thing you two had got your own house outside the school, a house that would soon be housing more than just two people. You were going to make this house a home and who better to do that with than the love of your life.

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