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v3nusxsky · 3 months

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Hello! I love your work and was wondering if you’d write about larissa x femreader, r is pregnant and just fluff of larissa being extremely overprotective of r! Thank you and takr your time!!

Real mama bear

*Authors note~ I have a few pregnancy Larissa requests so I’m going to answer the asks separately as drabbles and then finally compile them into one big fic*

Trigger warnings~ pregnant fem reader? Overprotective?

Ever since that one night where you accidentally stumbled upon just how far Larissa’s ability could stretch when she was desperate for you, it awoken something in the principal, the instinct to get you pregnant overwhelming her. Of course, neither of you knew if she could, but you sure had fun trying.

Once your period didn’t arrive, you knew she’d succeeded but still took several tests just to be sure. Each and every one showing positive results causing you to sob. Happy tears of course, but nonetheless they alerted your wife to your possible distress. There was no time for a cute reveal, Larissa making it to the bathroom in record time instantly stopping in her tracks seeing the multiple tests on the counter. “Darling?” She murmured approaching you with extreme caution, “are you? Is that?” Her words stuck in her throat as you turned to face her, nodding with tears streaming down your cheeks.

From that second onward you immediately saw the change in your wife, it started with her hands holding your flat stomach as you leant on her chest, her whispered promises to protect you both with her life. Then you weren’t allowed to lift anything Larissa deemed too heavy, she would constantly try and make sure you were at maximum comfort, running off to get your cravings no matter what or when. Even walking through the halls she would wrap a hand protectively round your waist pulling you closer to avoid anyone accidentally hurting you or your child.

Things got worse when you began to show, Larissa seemed to panic more, wanting to make sure neither of her loves got hurt, even going as far as to refuse to make love with you because she didn’t want to hurt the baby. You protested of course, if that’s how the baby was put in there she wouldn’t hurt them, but Larissa would just reassure you she loves you both and doesn’t want either of you to be hurt. Eventually you settled on making a comment about pleasing yourself which in turn had your wife jealous and willing to break her new rule if you both were careful.

In the third trimester Larissa was on another level of protective, she didn’t want you to unexpectedly go into labour alone, so she ensured you’d never be alone. To the point where she wouldn’t let you even lift shopping bags anymore. “Rissaaaaa, I’m pregnant, not incapable” you whined in a protest of watching the blonde struggle to carry everything. “You’re growing our baby, that’s hard enough, go rest my darling I know your tired it will be okay.”

“You’re such a mama bear” you grumbled as you waddled yourself to the bedroom. You love Larissa with all your heart but you couldn’t help but wonder if the baby was a girl, she’d be in for a difficult time when it came to dating for sure.

Your daughter lay snuggled into your wife’s neck, as her nails trailed ever so gently over her little back. Larissa absolutely enamoured with the little being that seemed to be her double. “Rissa?” You murmured blinking to clear the sleep from your eyes. “Shh darling, you should be sleeping my love, you had a hard day” she murmured softly coming over to kiss your forehead without disturbing the newborn. “Mm she kay?” You mumbled voice still thick with sleep. “She’s perfect darling, a true little heartbreaker. Our sweet little Angel.”

The nurse came in to take your little one for a few tests and you immediately noticed Larissa being hesitant to hand your daughter over but did so eventually after a raised eyebrow from you. “Such a mama bear” you teased lightly before shifting and wincing in pain. “Darling, what do you need? What can i do?” Her immediate response was to manage what she could. “Larissa?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you for protecting us”

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shslbunnylover · 7 months

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★★★𝙇𝙤𝙬 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 15: 𝙁𝙞𝙡𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭)★★★

Character: Larissa Weems

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 @marvels--slut

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Oral (Larissa receiving), mentions of porn, filmed sex, explicit language and dirty talk,

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1.6k

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You knew you shouldn't be watching this, even if you didn't have any work to do.

But the sensual setting around you of a dark room with the only luminescence coming from your fairy lights that you had strung around your office didn't help your situation.

You weren't unfulfilled by the sex life you had with Larissa, you really weren't! You would take everything as it was in a heartbeat over a more sexual relationship with another person.

You just...had your fantasies...and you often got those fantasies out by watching them played on your computer screen.

But there was still a part of you that wished to be filmed in your most submissive and vulnerable moments in the bedroom, only to be rewatched by your girlfriend while you were away.

You didn't know why, your center just heated up at the thought and nervousness of being filmed during your most intimate moments together.

"Sweetling? Is everything okay?" You heard the concerned voice of your girlfriend say, breaking you out of your thoughts as she saw your face all heated up at your computer right after she had entered your office.

Her voice was perfect and seductive, sending a shiver down your spine as the sounds of her vocals made your underwear more soaked than it had already been after watching the scene on your laptop a few moments ago.

"Oh yeah! Don't worry 'Rissa!" You smiled, quickly slamming your thighs together to hide the pulse of your core that was traveling throughout your whole body at what you were just watching when you knew you probably shouldn't be.

You could only thank God that you had been wearing headphones prior to Larissa entering the room.

"Are you sure about that?" Larissa asked once again, leaning over the desk slightly as she expressed her worry through her facial expressions and body language.

You immediately closed out the tab on your computer, eyes darting to the floor next to you as to find any chance of avoiding the older woman's majestic ocean blue eyes.

"I said d-don't worry about it...!" You squeaked, still refusing to allow your eyes to glance at the woman in front of you.

The blonde cocked an eyebrow in response, a hum of confusion exiting her lips as she looked down at your computer, unable to see what you were looking at from the position she was in.

The look on your face was the last thing you needed to help prove to your girlfriend that everything was okay.

"Hmm...I don't believe you," She replied, tracing a finger across your jawline before forcing your chin up to look at her with her digit. "Tell me, I want to know what's going on with you, sweetheart,"

You let out a tiny whimper you usually only let out whenever you were turned on as your eyes darted to finally face Larissa, when you suddenly noticed a smirk forming on her face, her eyebrows raising in amusement as she overlooked your flustered expression.

You still refused to speak, but you didn't need to anymore, Larissa knew what was going on in that pretty little head of yours.

"What was on your laptop sweetheart?" The older woman said with a smug tone, leaning into you in order to get you more flustered, her hands gripping the front edges of the desk to help her body lean more into yours.

"N-Nothing..." You stuttered, shutting your laptop as your thighs squeezed together, trying to think of a way to get yourself out of this situation that wouldn't result in you having to show your girlfriend your secret kink of being recorded.

But Larissa wasn't going to take no for an answer, she was going to force it out of you whether you liked it or not.

The blonde quickly moved her hand to wrap it around your neck softly, threatening to squeeze it softly if you weren't to tell her what was going on, but she already knew that the position she had put you in would knock you into a submissive state enough that you would tell her.

"R-Rissa I..." You squeaked in surprise at the new sensation of Larissa holding your neck in her hand as if it were nothing to her.

"Speak, or I'll look through your search history and punish you for not telling me," She smirked, knowing that would definitely push you over the edge and make you show her.

You sighed in slight fear, wondering if your girlfriend would judge you or even hate you for what you were watching.

"P-Porn..." You mumbled, face erupting in a massive blush as your legs bounced in anxiety, your brain racing at 1000 miles per second as your eyes darted back down to your lap.

Larissa raised an eyebrow, smirking even more as she let go of your neck, sliding your laptop to the side as she rested her elbows on the wood.

"Is that so? What were you watching?" She asked, not an ounce of judgment in her tone as she looked at you with both a mischievous and a curious expression on her face.

Despite the lack of judgement in her voice and face, you still felt the need to defend yourself to your partner, your eyes welling up with tears at the thought of her hating you even with you knowing she could never.

"It was just regular stuff, I just...I just have always..." You began, letting a tear fall that Larissa quickly wiped away with her thumb, using it once again to stroke your cheek as she listened to you speak.

"Go on, I'm not judging, I want to know," She said patiently, her eyes softening from the mischievousness and moving into a more curious and accepting look.

You took a deep breath, exhaling in relief as you looked back up at the older woman with gratitude.

"I've just always wanted to know what it was liked to be recorded," You sighed, "I've always gotten off to the fantasy of it, but I really just want to try it with you,"

Larissa smiled in reply, and she nodded, taking your hand and pulling you into your shared bedroom, her usual seductive and sly smirk beginning to form on her face once again in contrast to her kind expression she had previously.

"Then let's try it," She smirked, grabbing a nearby camcorder she had used for events at Nevermore and always kept in her room to look back on.

Your eyes lit up at the sight of the camera, and your center pulsed as well.

"You're going to suck me off and then I'll reward you," She demanded, pressing the record button on the device as she quickly shapeshifted her lower half so that a bulge was sticking out of her skirt before sitting on the bed, making all the moisture from your mouth disappear and reappear in your panties.

You hungrily tugged off her skirt and panties, your eyes sparkling with sexual delight as you immediately attached your lips to her cock, looking up at Larissa with doe eyes as you swirled your tongue around her sensitive tip.

"Suck" She commanded as moans escaped her lips, you nodded lightly before fully deep throathing her cock, you hated not being able to actually lick around her tip, not being able to savor what you considered to be your favorite meal, but her moans and sighs of pleasure were all that you needed.

Your breath hitched every couple of minutes as occasional gags escaped your throat, eyes looking over at the camcorder that was capturing just how good you always were for the older woman.

"You like that? You like being filmed while sucking me off?" Larissa asked with a teasing tone in between her sounds of pleasure.

You looked back up at her with your usual doe eyes, a hand wrapping around her cock to stroke it quickly as your tongue swirled around her tip, nodding at her question as she continued to ask you lewd and dirty questions.

Larissa quickly went over the edge after you told that, squirting her hot ropes of cum down your throat. You moaned at the feeling, swallowing all of the love milk after she had finally pulled out of you.

Larissa let out a soft groan, feeling her high calm down as she took a deep breath, looking at you with another smirk.

"I think it's time for me to fuck you in front of that camera..."

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sharedramblings · 1 year

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Staying After

Summary: This is the first time you've stayed the night ever since your little arrangement with Larissa.

Prompt: "I'm so glad you stayed the night." from this Morning After prompt list I've read.

Contains: fwb, nudity, implied smut

Author's note: What's this? I don't know either but it's what came to mind when I saw the prompt. And with this one out, I now only have one thing left in my drafts.

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You slowly stir from what's likely the best slumber you've ever had, legs tangling further with the woman beside you. Your head rests near her collarbone and you can feel the warmth her body radiates with the little space between the two of you.

"I'm glad you stayed the night" she murmured from above you, voice still hoarse from sleep. You basked in her presence, the fingers that rest on your back were persistent on drawing circles in your skin.

You hummed before answering, your voice tinged with the teasing tone she's all too familiar with. "You didn't gave me much of a choice with the way you're hugging me last night"

She gently pushed you away, scoffing at your response.

"For someone who clearly loved it, you're unbelievably cocky" Larissa retorts, knowing full well you nestled further in her side as sleep takes you.

"Who told you I did?"

"You're free to go then. Leave, and make sure you bring with you your astounding ego. Shoo" she nudged you farther, hands sending you away, face alight with mischief.

"I'm kidding! Please stop sending me away, it's cozy in here." You chuckle, fighting to get back to her space. "I'm glad I stayed too."

She didn't put up much of a fight after that, content with your admission. She let you embrace her this time as she lay on her back, eyes staring at the ceiling above.

"Your bed really is the best, whether it be for refreshing sleep or mind-blowing sex. I might steal it from you, Rissa"

"Just because we're friends doesn't mean I won't report you, thief" She chose not to comment on your thoughts about her bed's purposes, preventing her mind from thinking about the sensual night you two shared, about the moans and pleasure that occurred in her bedroom.

You fake a betrayed gasp, lifting your head to look at her. "You could just buy another"

She raised an eyebrow in return, "so could you but here you are, resorting to theft instead"

You decided to make face in response to her answer, earning you a pillow smacked right in your face.

"Hey!" You both laugh, silence filling the room right after.

"Maybe I could convince you in some other way?" You playfully raise your eyebrows up and down as you look at her, one hand caressing her arm.

"Dork"

"I'm a DILF" Larissa gave you a baffled look. What on earth are you onto now?

"Dork you'd like to fuc–"

"Okay that's enough." She immediately cut you off as she caught on the last part of that statement, and you can't help the entertained chuckle you let out.

"As if you weren't doing me last night, which, you're an expert of, by the way" She groaned at that. You're insufferable. Why did she let you stay?

Your arrangement with Larissa brings you to her bed whenever she needs, providing her with the relief and pleasure she sometimes craves. You're not blind to the appeal Larissa possesses; on the contrary, you're actually heavily affected by it, by her. So if she wanted a no strings attached relationship, then you're more than willing to deliver.

This was the first time you've slept with her– in the literal sense of the word. An hour after you're both satisfied was always spent catching your breaths, taking care of each other, and conversing just a bit, and then you're off to your own quarters. The warmth which envelops your being right now is something you know borders in dangerous territory, but you're not ready to deal with it yet. Maybe next time.

You get up with a grunt, not caring to cover your naked form. "Coffee or Tea?"

Larissa watched you for a while before sitting up, wrapping the blanket in her body. She chose the latter, and you nodded, padding your way to her kitchen.

"Coming right up, my lady." Sure, it's your first time sleeping in, but you've been sharing meals with her enough in this very house to know where her items are stored.

"For heaven's sake, wear something first"

You turned back to her with a grin on your face, shrugging at her. "Eh, nothing you haven't seen and drooled over, Rissa"

She just huffed and rolled her eyes before a smile appeared on her lips at your antics, staring at the door despite you no longer occupying the space. You're both aware that a line has been crossed, but neither of you acknowledged it. You spending the night is just a one time thing.

... Definitely.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader

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weemssapphic · 1 year

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in my head (series)

Chapter Five: Distracted

Larissa Weems x f!reader

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words: ~3.4k, ao3 link

chapter-specific warnings: brief mention of alcohol

chapter summary: After the events of chapter four, perhaps a little change in relationship dynamic is in order - plus, it's time to enjoy a little more one-on-one time before the weekend draws to a close.

The first thing on your mind the following morning was Rissa - Larissa. You could hardly believe anyone could treat her that way, but then again you’d had enough negative experiences yourself that you felt you should hardly be surprised. Still, you felt bad for leaving her alone the previous night - that was the reason you decided to do something special for her today.

Two hours later, you were standing in front of Larissa’s office, freshly showered, a large hot chocolate from the Weathervane in hand. You knocked on the door.

There was a clicking of heels coming closer and closer, and then the door swung open. Larissa’s smile upon seeing you was accompanied by a light, barely there blush on the apples of her cheeks. “Hi,” she breathed.

You stuck out the hand holding the to-go cup. “I got you something.”

Larissa cocked her head to the side and gently wrapped her hand around the cup, her fingers brushing against yours. You tried to ignore the warmth this ignited within you and, instead, watched as Larissa brought the cup to her lips, tilting her head back slightly to take a sip.

A low hum vibrated in her chest and her eyes fluttered shut.

“I, uh, remembered you ordered one last week when I saw you at the Weathervane.”

Larissa opened her eyes, her gaze piercing yours with an intensity that had your stomach doing backflips. She lowered the cup from her lips, a faint red lipstick mark visible on the rim.

“That’s right. The Weathervane makes the best hot chocolate, I always try to get one when I’m in town.” Warmth flooded her gaze. “Thank you,” she added. “Would you like to come in?”

You nodded and Larissa stepped aside, allowing you to enter her office. You made yourself right at home on the sofa in front of the fireplace and Larissa followed, taking a seat beside you as she sipped the drink.

“I’m sorry I didn’t stay last night,” you started after a few moments of silence. “I felt bad leaving you, but I know it was one of our rules so-”

“Please,” Larissa waved away your apology. “You have nothing to apologize for. I shouldn’t have asked you to stay. Consider it a momentary lapse in judgment, too tired to think straight.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to think straight when I’m around anyway.” You smirked at the soft groan that your remark was rewarded with. “I just wanted to check if you’re okay,” you added, much quieter now.

Larissa didn’t answer right away, seeming to consider your words. “I’m alright,” she replied slowly. “I didn’t realize the memories that came up were still bothering me, but I suppose they were. It’s nothing I can’t handle though.”

“I think we should talk about it if we’re going to… you know, have sex again…” You could feel a nervous heat creep up your cheeks.

“I suppose we should.” Larissa took another sip of her hot chocolate before setting the cup down on the floor and turning to fully face you. She sighed and you placed a reassuring hand on her knee. Looking down at your hand, she smiled gratefully and covered it with her own before taking a deep breath.

“When I was much younger, I met a girl through some mutual friends. She knew I was a shapeshifter and it didn’t seem to bother her. When we eventually… slept together, she asked me to shift into her ex-girlfriend. I was so shocked and so desperate to be loved that I, regrettably, did what she asked. After that night, she began to avoid me, and we were never intimate again - though I suppose it was for the better.”

“You really dodged a bullet there,” you said through clenched teeth, seething at the mere thought of someone asking Larissa to be anyone but herself.

Larissa chuckled, giving your hand a squeeze. “Yes, you’re right. Then there was a woman in college - I was more open about my abilities back then. We dated for a while and at first, everything seemed fine. But she would increasingly ask me to change little things about myself, under the guise of curiosity - my hair color, my height, my eyes. Until one day I confronted her and she admitted she wasn’t attracted to me at all.”

You snorted and Larissa raised an eyebrow. “Sorry,” you covered your mouth. “You’re just so beautiful, I can’t understand that.”

Her lips curved up into a shy smile. “Thank you, darling,” she murmured. “I stopped telling potential partners after that.”

“I don’t blame you,” you said softly. “What about us? Do you still want to…?” You bit your lip, your heart beginning to pound as you waited for her to reply.

She scooted closer to you, bringing your hand up to her lips to press a soft kiss to your knuckles. “I do,” she purred seductively. “I feel safe with you.” She paused. “I just… I might need a little time.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Perhaps… allow me to take charge and… initiate, for a while.” Larissa’s eyes flicked between your own. “Would that be alright?”

“Of course, Rissa.” You didn’t miss the dilation of her pupils at your use of the nickname, though you chose to ignore it and allow Larissa to take the lead. “You know, my last ex broke up with me because of my abilities.”

Larissa cocked her head to the side, waiting for you to continue.

“In hindsight, maybe it was a bad idea to get together with a normie. At first she thought it was cool, you know? Like a party trick or something. She would make a game out of it and ask me what random people were thinking. And I was so head over heels for her you know? So I did it. But then it became, uh, a bit of a sore subject. Either she was scared I would read her mind - which I didn’t, by the way - or then sometimes she would almost get pissed that I wasn’t reading her mind, as if I of all people should know all her thoughts, you know?”

Larissa was nodding sympathetically, her brows furrowed as she took in the details of your story.

“So then eventually we got into a huge fight and she broke up with me. I guess it was just too much for her.” You shrugged, not wanting to seem affected by the whole ordeal even though you had to admit it still stung, even almost a year later.

“I think it’s hard when people don’t understand you,” Larissa said slowly.

“Tell me about it.” You laughed, causing the blonde to giggle along with you.

A comfortable silence enveloped the two of you, like a warm blanket. Your fingers were still intertwined and you ran your thumb absentmindedly along the back of her hand.

The silence was interrupted by a ringing phone on Larissa’s desk.

“Just a moment, darling,” she said, pulling her hand out of yours and standing to cross the office and answer her phone.

“Larissa Weems. … Yes… of course. Send her my way. … Thank you for letting me know. … You as well. Goodbye.”

Larissa hung up with an exasperated sigh and strode back to the sofa.

“I’m afraid I have to cut this short. It appears Miss Addams has gotten into another altercation with some of the normie students in town.” She pinched the bridge of her nose and screwed her eyes shut in frustration.

You laughed, standing to leave. “That girl is certainly something. Was her mother like this as well?”

“Not nearly as troublesome, but just as able to get under my skin,” Larissa replied dryly, walking you to the door.

“Don’t let her get to you, Riss. I’m sure she’ll settle soon enough - she has Enid, that girl’s a good influence.”

“I hope you’re right.” Larissa reached her arm past you to open the door, her hand hesitating on the doorknob, effectively trapping you against the oak. “Would you care to join me for dinner tonight?”

The close proximity of her body was dizzying, her body heat radiating off of her in waves and igniting a fire in your core. It took every ounce of strength you could muster not to reach out and touch her, to pull her close and ask her to ravish you right here against the door.

You swallowed hard. “I would love to.”

Her gaze flicked to your lips for a moment, registering the way your breath was coming out in short puffs, and she smiled, pressing herself flush against you for just a moment, before turning the doorknob and pulling away, allowing you to exit her office.

“I’ll text you the details,” she murmured breathlessly.

You nodded, dazed, and turned to walk down the hallway, unable to hide your smirk at the raven-haired girl who was coming towards you on her way to the principal’s office. She looked positively murderous - not that she usually looked any different - but still you hoped she would go easy on Larissa today.

~~~

Larissa had texted you at some point during the afternoon to meet her at the school’s entrance at 7, giving you plenty of time to fret over what to wear. Knowing Larissa would likely be dressed to the nines no matter where you went, you finally settled on a pair of dress slacks and a black satin blouse. When you stepped out of the building just before 7, she was already waiting for you, sitting behind the steering wheel of her own personal car, typing away on her phone.

She lifted her head when you opened the door, smiling widely as you slid into the passenger seat.

“Shit, you have a nice car,” you breathed out, taking in the interior of the deep blue Rolls Royce.

“Language,” Larissa muttered, but her smile never left her face. “I didn’t think taking the Nevermore van would be all that lowkey, would it?”

“As if this is any more lowkey.” You laughed, enjoying the flash of playful irritation that crossed Larissa’s face.

The car drove smoothly even along the bumpy roads, and you took to watching Larissa as she drove, humming lightly along to the radio as the local station played 80s hit after 80s hit. You couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face as you regarded her, her lips moving silently along to the lyrics of “Girls Just Want to Have Fun”. The last rays of the setting sun cast a golden glow across her face, illuminating her like a literal goddess.

“You’re staring,” Larissa remarked rather smugly. You ducked your head, feeling a heat rise in your cheeks, and turned to look out the window instead.

“I never said it bothered me,” came Larissa’s voice from your left, and when you chanced another glance in her direction, you could see she was watching you out of the corner of her eye, a shy smile gracing her lips.

“Do I have the privilege of knowing where we’re going?” you said eventually.

“I had a craving for Italian food,” she replied. “I hope you don’t mind, I realize how presumptuous that was of me…”

“Not at all.” You smiled, catching her eye.

~~~

Arriving at the restaurant, you followed Larissa inside, catching a full look at her outfit for the first time that evening. She wore a high-cut silk blouse in a stunning shade of dark blue, paired with a long, cream colored pencil skirt and a matching blazer. A pair of kitten heels completed the look, click-clacking on the pavement as she all but strutted her way to the doors. She looked just as good fully clothed as she did naked and you gulped at the realization, tearing your eyes away and attempting to focus on the hostess who was seating you.

You were seated in a booth at the back, away from most of the loud chatter of other restaurant-goers. The hostess handed you two menus and disappeared, to be replaced shortly thereafter by a server who took your drink order - a shared bottle of the house red. He returned a few minutes later with a bottle and poured the wine into your glasses, before excusing himself to give you a chance to look at the menu.

A companionable silence had fallen over the table. Larissa was busy perusing the menu, while you were busy staring at her - again. You realized, quite suddenly in fact, that this was certainly very date-like of you: sitting here across from each other in beautiful clothes, sharing a bottle of wine. But then again, Larissa always wore beautiful clothes. And this wasn’t the first time you’d shared a bottle of wine, not by a long shot. It was simply the first time you’d done so in public.

You shook your head lightly, trying to ignore the warm, tingly feeling that was quickly taking over your extremities, dropping your gaze to the menu but unable to really focus on any of the printed words.

Get it together, you scolded yourself. Going to a restaurant with a friend is not unusual.

Well, not if you only felt super platonic feelings for that friend. What you felt for Larissa, that you weren’t so sure of anymore.

A looming shadow above you alerted you to your server’s presence. Shit. You hadn’t really looked at the menu at all.

Larissa spoke first, but the ringing in your ears from your own internal panic was so loud that you missed what she’d ordered. A curious look from the blonde across from you alerted you to the fact that it must be your turn to order.

“I’ll have what she’s having,” you choked out, cheeks turning pink.

“Certainly,” the server remarked, snapping his little notepad shut and bustling off, leaving the two of you alone.

“Are you alright?” Larissa asked, cocking her head to the side in concern.

“Yeah, sorry,” you said sheepishly. “I got distracted.”

“Am I that distracting, my dear?” she purred. You coughed at the seductive lilt to her voice, a heavy throb beginning between your legs.

Larissa leaned back, regarding you curiously as you took a sip of your wine and ducked your head to cover the worst of your blush.

“I’m sorry, darling,” she murmured with a chuckle, eyes dancing with mirth.

“Not funny,” you replied, unable to stop your face from breaking out into a grin moments later. “So what did we order?”

“Weren’t you listening?” You shook your head and Larissa giggled. “You’ll see.” She smirked at the little scowl you forced your face into.

You spent the next minutes being teased relentlessly by Larissa and trying to gain control of the heat that was spreading throughout your body under her smoldering gaze. You would never willingly admit to it, of course, but you loved every second of it.

You were grateful when your server arrived with the food - it turned out that you (well, Larissa) had ordered some house-made pasta with lobster. You turned to thank the server and saw his gaze briefly sweep Larissa’s form. Curious and unable (or rather, unwilling) to control yourself, you reached out with your mind, tuning into his thoughts - and immediately wished you hadn’t when you were bombarded with sinful thoughts about your dinner companion, all hidden behind his professional smile.

“Enjoy your meal, ladies,” he commented, his words directed more at Larissa than at you, and you had to force back a biting snarl, settling instead for a muttered and decidedly bitter “thank you”.

You could feel Larissa’s gaze upon you as you glared sullenly into your food.

“Something the matter?” Larissa’s voice was so soft you nearly melted on the spot.

“The waiter thinks you’re hot,” you spat out. You glanced up just in time to see Larissa’s cheeks turn pink.

“You didn’t read his mind, did you?” she asked, her voice low so only you could hear her.

“I had to,” you whispered back defensively. “With the way he was looking at you… and I was right, his thoughts were entirely inappropriate.”

“Why are you so upset about it?” Larissa tilted her head, her eyes searching every inch of your face.

“I’m not upset.” You stabbed at a piece of lobster a little more viciously than strictly necessary, earning yourself a small smile from the blonde. “I just don’t think anyone should be objectifying you like that…”

“Have you never had sinful thoughts about me?” Larissa teased, leaning forward and resting her chin on her hand.

“No! Well, yes… that’s different,” you hissed. “We’re sleeping together. And I don’t view you as some fucktoy.”

“Y/N!” Larissa scoffed, though her gaze quickly softened. “There’s a reason I’m sleeping with you and not someone like him.”

You were sure you were rapidly turning scarlet by now. “I’m just saying… You deserve more respect than that, is all.” You didn’t need to mention the way your stomach churned at the thought of someone else putting their grimy hands on Larissa.

Larissa, who watched you warmly, lips curved up in a soft smile. “Thank you for looking out for me. You’ve been a great friend to me these last few days.”

Your heart clenched. Friend. Of course Larissa would say that. Because that’s what you were. You forced a smile onto your face. “Yeah, no problem,” you murmured.

“You know, I’ve been meaning to ask you - with the Rave’n being only two weeks away, Ms. Thornhill has been suggesting she might like some help with the planning. Would you be interested in assisting her?” Larissa asked, taking a sip of her wine.

“Of course, I’d love to.” You considered for a moment. “Did she say what she needed help with?”

“Well the theme has been set for quite some time, so mostly some last minute, finishing touches I’m sure, as well as the decorating before the dance. But I’m sure she could tell you more in person. I’ll let her know you’re on board then?”

“Yeah, sure.” In the brief moment of silence that followed, a thought dawned on you that you couldn’t shake. “Are you going to be there?”

Larissa chuckled. “Of course, I chaperone every year. We are still looking for chaperones, by the way. I know you said no at the beginning of the year, but…” Larissa trailed off, quirking an eyebrow.

You’d said no at the beginning of the year, that was true - you hadn’t really enjoyed your own Rave’n back in the day, as you’d been in the middle of a bad breakup, and you weren’t much into dances or parties anyway. But you’d also never had an ulterior motive to go - such as a gorgeous, 6’3” blonde who would likely be wearing a stunning dress. You cleared your throat.

“Sure, I’ll chaperone.”

Larissa’s face broke out into a pleased smile, one that was so infectious it made you dizzy.

The rest of the evening passed with small-talk about your plans for the next week as the two of you finished your dinner. Despite your complaints, Larissa insisted on paying the bill, citing payback for the massages as her reasoning. The server made himself scarce when he noticed you glaring daggers at him, much to Larissa’s amusement.

You drove back to the Academy in silence, simply content to bask in each other’s presence. Larissa walked you back to your quarters and you stalled in front of your door, trying to fight against the inevitable - bidding Larissa goodnight.

“Thank you for accompanying me tonight,” Larissa said in a whisper, not wanting to take the chance of another teacher coming out of their quarters and overhearing the two of you. “It was much more fun than eating alone, I will admit. And you may have saved me from having to turn down advances from that poor waiter.” She smirked slightly.

You ducked your head. “I enjoyed myself, too. Thanks again.” You paused, searching Larissa’s face. She looked so beautiful in the dim torchlight illuminating the hallway, eyes sparkling lightly, skin nearly glowing. Her lips looked even more red and plush than usual. You wished she would want to come into your quarters, to ravish you until you were screaming her name for the entire staff to hear.

Larissa seemed to be able to read your mind for she smiled hesitantly and whispered, “Not tonight, darling.” She paused, glancing around to see if you were truly alone, then leaned in and pressed a chaste, barely-there kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Rissa,” you whispered back, your skin tingling where her lips had been seconds prior.

Larissa turned and strode down the hallway and out of sight, leaving you to stand like an idiot in the doorway to your quarters, heart pounding and panties damp.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #principal weems x reader #principal weems #in my head #in my head series #larissa x reader

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milfswriter · 1 year

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Nightshade

Larissa Weems x Vampire!reader

Summary: You almost lose Larissa.

Notes and warning: Marilyn Thornhill (yes she’s a warning by itself), little bitty angst, near-death experience, blood-drinking (i guess?). I’m not proud of this tbh :(.

It’s been a few weeks since your first visit to nevermore. You had gotten to know the young vampires there and basically made friends with them.

You were chatting with Yoko and arguing about which blood type is tastier when Thing, a hand that always accompanied Wednesday Addams tugged on your pants. You tried trading him for Advanced Cello lessons but she wouldn't budge. He gave you the middle finger and you raised your hands in defeat. "No need to be rude".

You looked down to see him obviously anxious by the way he was signing so fast. “Alright calm down what are ya saying?”.

He gave up and told you to follow him, you reluctantly walked behind him as he took you to the greenhouse, the place you dreaded the most around here because of that weird woman.

You saw Larissa there. Laying on the ground, a clear substance came out of her mouth while Wednesday fought off Marilyn. You froze, your knees couldn't hold your weight anymore but you went to grab the shovel on the table and hit Marilyn in the back of the skull, knocking her out before falling on your knees.

“R..Rissa?” She tried so hard to look at you, you wished she didn't because now your undead heart's aching at the way she desperately tried to talk. You didn't know what to do. "W..wh..Draga mea, what happened?" you asked her but Wednesday answered behind you.

"Thornhill injected her with nightshade poison" As soon as she said it, you subconsciously moved her head to the side, piercing her pulse point with your fangs to try and suck the poison out while your tears soaked her neck, her blood soaking yours as you failed to keep your mouth shut while you sobbed.

Your efforts proved fruitful as you began tasting the poison, stopping what you were doing to spit it out next to her before continuing the process as Wednesday tried pulling you off her while the paramedics came in the room with a stretcher and the sheriff with handcuffs ready in his hands and handcuffed Marilyn, who surprisingly began regaining consciousness.

"They're going to help her" Wednesday assured in her usual cold voice and you scoffed. "yeah, as if normies care about us. This here is evidence that we're still at war with them! She trusted her and let her teach outcasts! They're not taking her" you pushed the paramedic off her as he tried to take her pulse.

"Don't touch her!" you growled, your fangs on display as your pale skin somehow reddened with fury.

You felt a soft grip on your hand and looked down to see Larissa nodding with a weak smile. You wiped the saliva out of the corner of her lips with your sleeve and stood up. They took it as a sign to take her.

You hugged your arms to yourself, your tears staining your cheeks. "W..what the fuck happened?" you sighed, wiping your face with your hands.

"It was my fault" Wednesday gulped, "I convinced her to shapeshift into Thornhill's puppet to see that I was right, she stabbed her with that needle before she could say outcast".

You found no use in blaming Wednesday now. You left the greenhouse and made your way to her office to get your coat, freezing at the sight of the empty room, her perfume still lingering in the air.

You stopped yourself from breaking down again, putting your coat on and going to your car, the students sending you apologetic looks on the way.

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You paced around the waiting room, still no word of her being okay. You were nervous as hell, were you going to lose her that day if Thing hadn't come to find you?.

"Family of Larissa Weems?" someone called behind her and you turned to face a nurse that had a reassuring smile on her face.

"She's awake now, follow me" you walked behind her until you stopped in front of room 324, taking a deep breath before knocking and entering.

There she was. Your wife, whose passion for achieving peace between normies and outcasts has led her here. Her eyes met yours as she looked away from the TV. She was wired to multiple IVs and bandaged on the neck.

You made your way to her, sitting next to her bed and taking her hand in yours. "How do you feel, iubita mea?" was all you managed to ask as the blonde nodded.

"I'm fine. Just….shocked” you hummed, resting your temple on her thigh.

She reached with her hand to run it through your hair in a comforting manner, knowing that you wouldn’t stop blaming yourself if anything had happened to her.

She saw you swallowing back a sob and patted the space beside her. “I don’t want to hurt you” you frowned, though you wanted nothing more than to snuggle next to her.

“You won’t. Now come here” she gave you one of her dreamy smiles and you gave in. You took your shoes off before climbing up the hospital bed and cuddled next to her, cautious as to not mess up the IVs and hurt her.

“There you go. I’ll be fine..We’ll be fine” she placed a kiss to your hair and held you close.

“How would you like a position at Nevermore?” She asked after a few minutes of silence, her hands still working through your hair.

It surprised you, to say the least, but you wouldn’t turn down an opportunity like this “If it keeps you alive. And No Normies”.

She let out a chuckle, kissing your hair again. “Anything you want, my little bat”.

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iamnotoriginalphil · 1 year

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Hey there! I was wondering if you would consider writing reader x Larissa where she takes home the panda from the fair? Like how would r react to her just turning up at home lugging the giant panda?

Here you go, Anon. I hope you enjoy it.

“Rissa?”

She poked her head out of the bathroom, fingers in her hair, pulling pins out with deft fingers. You turned your head back to look at the giant stuffed panda on the bed, nestled against the pillows, so out of place.

“Yes, my love?” she asked.

“Panda?” You pointed at it, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

“It certainly is,” she replied.

“Sweetheart, I never thought I’d ask this, but why is there a giant panda on our bed?” you asked

She stepped out of the bathroom, doing her best to look innocent. You waited, wanting her explanation for the newest member of your family. She sat on the edge of the bed, still pulling pins from her hair.

“Have you heard what it says?” she asked.

“No?”

She gestured to it. You crawled over the bed, ignoring the way she sat back to watch you. Usually when you were crawling on the bed it wasn’t to play with a stuffed toy. You pressed its stomach.

“I love you.”

You looked at it, pressing the stomach again. The same message came from within it and you felt this was one of those moments where you might be dreaming. Or maybe you were having a fever dream.

“I’m going to ask again,” you said, turning back to her, “why?”

She sighed, holding her arms out to you. You crawled into her lap, now helping her remove the pins from her hair. She almost purred as your fingers massaged her scalp, leaning into your touch.

“You won’t believe it’s a gift for you, will you?” she asked.

“If it is, I’m going to begin to question when aliens replaced you,” you replied. Her lips quirked up in a smile, still painted red, so kissable.

You didn’t hold back, giving her a quick kiss, only she chased you when you tried to draw back. You laughed into her mouth, as she traced her hands down your spine. You sat back, holding her in place.

“So what’s up with the panda?” you asked, determined to get the answer.

“Wednesday won it and used it to distract me at the fun fair so she could run off,” she said with a sigh.

“That girl certainly keeps you on your toes,” you chuckled.

“She’s trouble,” she said.

“You like her.”

“Mm hm,” she said as your fingers began to massage her scalp again.

You placed a kiss on her brow, taking in her comforting scent, like flowers and old books and fire. She arms tightened around your waist until your head was resting against her shoulder and you were hugging her close.

“It can’t stay here,” you said, “I’m not sharing a bed with that thing.”

“Why?” You could hear the humour in her voice.

“Because your teenage student gave you a massive panda that says ‘I love you’ in a kind of creepy childish voice, and I’d rather not hear that in my ear in the middle of the night,” you said.

“Don’t worry, darling,” she said, “I’d much rather be cuddled up next to you in bed.”

“Thank god for that.”

You kissed her again, but you were both laughing and you couldn’t help but look at the panda again. You lent over, pulling it towards you, setting off the noise again. You got off her, walking over to the settee on the other side of the room putting it down.

You patted the top of its head before turning back to Larissa. She held her hands out to you, dragging you back onto her lap. Her kisses were sweet, and you quickly forgot about the panda.

#larissa weems imagine #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #principal weems imagine #principal weems x reader

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weemsicallygay · 1 year

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sweet dreams

pairing/s: larissa weems x fem reader

warning/s: none really, just that its not plot adjacent and that weems is a clingy gf in this :3

(i do NOT proofread my stuff. these are mainly random ideas i make in my head to help me sleep that i wrote so i won't forget. oh and i have no idea how i managed to make this coherent so enjoy :D)

hands roamed through dusty covers as the moonlight and the dimmed bulbs illuminated her sight, her lips caught under her teeth as she searched with intent. clearly, it was late, most of the students except for the howlers were out like a light from today’s curricular activities seeing as it was another weekday. the only things y/n heard were wednesday’s weekly cello practice (the tune of The Phantom of The Opera ringing in the empty corridors of the school) and the howls of enid as she went away to bask under the full moon.

she grumbled, surely that book was around here somewhere. her eyes were squinted as she looked through her narrow glasses, her phone’s flashlight wasn’t helping as it showed the titles of other books in the small library she had in her personal office.

“aha! there you are, you little piece of shit.” y/y murmured, finally grabbing the dark blue hardbound cover and blowing away some of the accumulated dust.

she stared at the cover, Vampires and Sunlight: The Untold Truth it read. a peculiar title yet perfectly what she needed that night. truth be told, she’d been having trouble sleeping lately, but that wasn’t the reason she needed the book.

now, for a vampire, her sleep schedule used to be perfectly normal. she’d get up by midnight, prepare a few of her lesson plans for her daylight substitute to teach, answer some of the students’ inquiries and then be back in bed by noon. but ever since her substitute and a few more professors suddenly disappear within thin air and were later found dead in the forest, with their insides wide open for everyone to see, she’d been helping the remaining professors and her lover with managing the students’ activities in the meantime.

“and because of that, vampires tend to sleep during the day so that they may have the energy to hunt at night. yeah, no shit sherlock,” she whispered as she skimmed through the book and walked back towards her desk.

she sat down, the book still in hand and phone down, before looking at her laptop and began paraphrasing a few of the sentences she needed for the new lesson she needed to teach on friday. her fingers were fast as she typed all the sentences she needed before going to the next page, she did that until she managed to finish the chapter and sighed.

“okay, now I just need to grab that last one from the Dark Arithmetics section..” she trailed to herself as she stood, the now closed book back in its place on the shelf before she got back to searching.

unbeknownst to the bloodsucker, the door to her office opened silently. the floorboards creaked and in walked a tall lady clad in her white pajamas, a sleepy look on her face with her blonde locks messily arranged as she trekked closer to the woman whose back faced her. larissa, who softly yawned, smiled at the sight of her lover as she searched around her small library.

she moved closer, slowly wrapping her arms around the shorter woman’s figure and resting her chin on her shoulders, “my love..” she mumbled.

y/n sighed, her body melting into larissa’s as she moved her head to rest on hers. her hands immediately placed the books back on the shelf before placing them on her lover’s.

“‘rissa, what are you doing up?”

the taller of the two groaned and hid her face in the crevice of y/n’s neck, placing small kisses on her flesh while holding on tightly. both women stood there, their bodies shining under the moonlight as they said nothing.

finally, larissa broke the silence. “it’s the middle of the night, my dear. i know you’re usually up by this time,” she grabbed y/n’s hands to make her face her direction, the shorter woman gladly letting her do so.

her gaze softened, “but you haven’t slept since last midnight. you need rest, my love.”

“i know, but-” larissa pulled her closer, her hands back on y/n’s waist as she placed soft kisses on her face and her lips. “no buts my love, we know what happens when you’re deprived of rest.”

the (h/c) haired professor rolled her eyes and sighed, “i know, but i have to finish this by midnight. the students-”

“-will understand that their teacher is doing the best that she can and appreciate that.” she finished.

her hand traveled towards y/n’s face to cup her cheek, “you can’t keep doing this to yourself, darling. what would you do if I was doing the same thing?”

“hmm..” she purred under larissa’s touch, “touche, my love.”

As y/n was busy melting under the woman’s hands, larissa pulled her away from the shelf of books, past her desk (the laptop that was left unsupervised now turned off by larissa before she decided to wrap her arms around y/n’s body), and finally out the door. she gave a triumphant smile as she finally got her lover to step into the confines of their sleeping chamber. she had the liberty of closing the door behind the both them as she watched y/n walk closer to their bed, she mostly done that to make sure that her little bloodsucker wouldn’t be leaving and going anywhere.

“you can lock the door, sweetheart. i won’t go anywhere this time.” she heard, larissa shook her head.

she trekked closer towards the bed, her hands grabbing the duvet and pulling it over their bodies. said hands also grabbed the smaller frame just beside her, her face snugly resting on y/n’s chest as her arms wrapped around her waist and her legs over her own. such a sight to behold, the tall headmistress of the academy curled up like a child holding on to their precious stuffed toy like it’d disappear if they let go.

y/n chuckled, “i promise love, i’m not going anywhere.”

“just making sure.” she heard a muffled reply.

y/n’s hands softly caressed and played with larissa’s blonde locks, making waves and twirling them in her hands before she started to hear steady breathing. the symphony of larissa playing in the quiet, dark night, as well as wednesday’s playing, was enough to lull y/n to sleep.

her eyes slowly shut, a smile on her lips as she mirrored larissa’s state. before she could fully succumb to her slumber, she felt larissa pull her even closer and murmur,

“sweet dreams, my love.”

#gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie x reader #larissa weems x reader #principal weems x reader #wednesday #you can't exactly convince me that larissa fucking weems isn't a clingy bottom who craves for your affection

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elijahslittleprincess · 1 year

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Requested by @iloveyall-18 it was a really nice idea 🥰🌹

Many teachers flirting with reader ( teacher ) and r not paying any attention to them but Larissa still getting really jealous and all so she tries to win r over with cute little acts such as buying her flowers , getting her hot chocolate, etc and then towards the end Larissa confesses about her feelings and jealousy and r says smth like “

Aww rissa i didn’t flirt with them because you’re the one I want “ “ I chose you “ and kiss - The end 😜🫶🏼

People flirting with you in nevermore wasn't really new anymore. You had gotten a lot of attention the second you started working at the school two weeks ago. After all you knew how pretty you were and wasn't that much surprised when you received praises and compliments from teachers and sometimes even from student when walking in the corridors.

It was gratifying really, of course it was but you never really cared about them or did anything when it occured.

You just wasn't Interested and that because the only women you really cared to receive sweet words from, was Larissa Weems.

Unfortunately for the tall blonde though, she wasn't aware of that detail. So every time she had the unpleasant occasion to see someone flirting with you or giving you attention, the principale would get insanely jealous.

It was impossible for her to stop the pain she felt went you looked at someone else's or when you flash them one of your perfect smile, because Larissa just wished you'd give them all to her instead.

I mean could you really blame her, you were perfection in her eyes and she loved you with everything she was, so her natural instinct just wanted to have you to herself.

Honestly, for Larissa it was feeling like loosing you more and more every time someone would come to you and try their chances.

I mean, in a way it was normal for her to feel like that because she wasn't has open with her emotions toward you than the other's.

But god, if she knew.

If she knew how much you loved her to, then maybe it would have saved her from all the trouble she went through to get your attention.

Not that you didn't liked the multitude of flower bouquets and chocolate boxes that you received, including the little poems she wrote to you from time to time.

They were just adorable and full of love, a real confession of Larissa's feelings in your opinion. That's when you realised how stupid you've been really. Why did you wait so long to just confess yours to her if she had the same feeling you had.

Really maybe the only thing needed was for one of you to find the courage and confess.

She loved you and you loved her.

So what were you both waiting for?

Well that's what you would actually learn today since you've finally decided the time had come for you to confront the women and tell her how much you loved her and only had eyes for her.

After teaching your classes of the day, you had immediately picked your stuff and made your way to the principal's office none invited. You knocked on her door and waited for an answer.

Yes please come in!

A cute smile appeared on your face when you heard her voice and just gently entered the large office. You walked to Larissa's desk looking into her eyes like entranced and just stood in front of it silent for a second, a bit flustered.

Larissa observed your shy and adorable form standing just in front of her desk. You just looked...so cute and her breath tighten a bit at the view. God how much she loves you.

Well, hi sweetheart, how could I help you this nice afternoon.

The principal said with a nice and gentle voice, accompanied by one of her perfect smile.

Your eyes met hers for a moment and you felt a bit stressed and unsure suddenly but you took your courage into you own hands and asked what you wanted to know.

Larissa...do you...do you love me? Please I...I need to know it's important.

The blondes eyes opened wide at how frank and direct you are and just stare at you for a good minute. She looked absolutly frozen and you started to doubt her answer...but she actually blushed and seemed shy suddenly.

Oh y/n...

She said before actually standing up from behind her desk and walking to you. She was so tall and now that she was in front of you, you actually needed to angled your head to look into her eyes. Larissa then, moved an hand to your cheek and caressed it gently.

Of course I love you darling...since the first time I looked at you in fact, but...I don't seem to be the only one in this school anyway.

Larissa said with a archer tone and maybe...anger.

They all seems to swoon when they see you, I can't really blame them...after all you are the cutest thing I've ever seen.

After saying this, your women walked to her drink table and poured herself a whisky. She seemed a bit annoyed and maybe...jealous.

You blushed so hard at her comment and just smirked amused and flattered. Coming form her it was just heaven and you wanted to kiss her so bad. None the less, you didn't skipped the part about the others "swooning" at you and you frowned a bit. Was Larissa jealous? Of the other teachers, seriously it would be ridiculous you only ever had eyes for her. But...she didn't know that. Oh...

Well now you understand why she was sending you all this...she was trying to get your affection because she taught she didn't had it...Oh Larissa.

You felt an overwhelming need to tell her how much you loved her and your body instinctively walked back to her and you took her free hand in yours. Your eyes met hers again and you smiled with so much love.

Larissa...I love you.

It only ever has been you.

Didn't you realised that I never flirted with them back. It's because you’re the only one I want "I chooses you".

Larissa took a sharp intake of breath when you said that to her...god knows how long and how bad she actually wanted to hear that from you. She was speechless and the only thing she could muster was to lay down her glass and take your face between her hand to kiss you passionately.

For a moment you were stunned by it but you rapidly kissed her back with as much love and affection you could muster. It felt just perfect, soft and full of love and you wondered why you both waited so long.

When the two of you ended up parting to take your breath, Larissa's eyes were shining like stars and she seemed genuinely happy. Her hand started to play with your hair and you smiled happily at her.

I can't believe we waited so long to do that...and I'm sorry for being compleatly blind and not seeing what was in front of myself y/n...I was just so jealous.

It's ok Rissa, we both were acting like children's to be honest, the important is that now we know. The only person I need to swoon over me is you I love you.

You said proud of yourself and with a big smile on your face. You looked adorable and the blonde only chuckled, before hugging your body to hers tightly.

You really are the cutest my angel, I love you to.

Of course you both kissed back after this...and many many times more. Why not after all now nothing could keep you from matching up with the time you lost.

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Botany...Of Course, Pt 6 (NSFW)

The last part of Larissa x Peyton!! I'm so sad their vacation is over :( So much fluff, sad but happy ending, smut ;) ~2700 words

Warnings: Smut, cunnilingus, thigh riding, etc.

Pt 5

This Fleetwood Mac song is vital to the fic, listen to it if you don't know it!

Previous part*

As the concert went on, Larissa was swaying to the music, eyes fixated on the stage. She never let go of your hand. The lights reflected on her face, giving you the best view of her bright blue eyes illuminated with joy, and her white teeth showing off to the world. You shook your head. How had you fallen so hard for a woman after spending a few days with her? Yes, you had admired her, looked up to her, and revelled in her wit and beauty for the longest time, but now you truly were in deep. She was one of a kind. She was so many beautiful, wonderful things that you could never have the time to list. She was the mother of the outcasts, the voice that you'd listen to and tell it to never shut up, the sun when you thought that you wouldn't make it in your darkest days, and the moon when you needed to rest your blinding thoughts. She may have been a sight to others, one that they would revel in for a minute and then forget about. She may have been a random tall woman, a harsh principal, flesh and bones to others, nothing even. But to you and your poor neglected, touch deprived, useless gay heart, she was everything.

You both made your way back to the resort, deciding to go for a walk in the gardens. Larissa asked you questions about the plants, and you answered them all with as much passion as you truly had for them. Intoxicated you wouldn't shut up, actually. Much like in your head, you wouldn't shut up about her.

Back at your hotel room, Larissa sat you down on the bed and told you she had another surprise for you. "Close your eyes" she whispered. Skeptically you closed your eyes, and she placed something in your hands. "Okay, open" she chirped excitedly. You looked down at your hands and found a small box. You opened it slowly to find a pair of amber earrings. They were stunning. They had a dark antique boarder design and the amber sparkled in the light as you moved them around. You recognized the store name on the box and couldn't help but think about how expensive they must have been. You looked up at her with your mouth open in awe. "Oh Rissa they’re gorgeous, but I can't accept these from you" you mumbled, frowning at your own words. She sat beside you and cupped your face in her hand, turning you to meet her gaze. "Peyton, I want you to take them and let them remind you of our time here. This was the best trip that I've taken in the longest time, and it's all thanks to you. As soon as I saw these, they reminded me of your eyes, so full of life and love. Take them darling, please." You felt yourself holding back tears as you thought about the gesture. Nobody had bought you anything so meaningful before, nobody had thought of you like this before. You wrapped the tall woman in your arms and gave her kiss on the cheek, mumbling a thank you as that's all you could say, regardless of what you really wanted to say.

You were both enjoying drinks on the balcony overlooking the garden. In your head you thought back to the few times Larissa had questioned you about the plants, something that was rather funny to you. "Riss, why do you ask me so many questions about the plants?" She paused, and taking a dink of her wine she looked at you, her brows knit in confusion. "What do you mean? I like learning about them, and you are the botany teacher" she said, picking on you. You giggled, "I know, but didn’t you win a botany award in 91? You probably know more about them than I do." She dropped her gaze to the floor and chuckled, "Oh, you saw that on the wall did you?" You nodded your head. "Well sweetheart, honestly, I just think that you're adorable. When you talk about them you look so happy and passionate, and I love seeing you light up." You blushed, this woman always found a way to make you shy.

You were staring out at the tall trees in the garden reminiscing over your first Fleetwood Mac concert when you had a fabulous idea. You ran inside and turned on some music. Walking back to the woman on the balcony, you held out your hand. "Larissa, since we couldn't dance at the concert, I was wondering if you would want to dance here, with me." She took your hand and stood up, wrapping one arm around your waist and one around your neck. She looked down at you with a loving smile on her face, "I would love to, darling." You both swayed to "Songbird" by Fleetwood Mac with your head against her chest. You listened to her heart beat. Usually, you would be bothered by the people in the garden staring at you, but here with Larissa, you didn’t give a shit. As you listened to the song, you couldn't help but think about Larissa's nightmare. What if the nightshade had killed her? What if she was no longer here, heart no longer beating? What would Nevermore do without her? What would you do without her? Would you be back in Europe, wallowing in your self pity and despair? Would you be ashamed of yourself, never admitting the fact that you liked women? What a turn of events that was, for she made you want to write it in the stars for everyone to see, scream it into the abyss for everyone to hear, talk to the moon and thank her for letting you see and appreciate the beauty of women. As you heard a line from the song "And I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before," you couldn't hold back your tears any longer. You didn’t want Larissa to think that you were fragile or needy, but the whole situation tugged at your heart strings, it really did.

As Larissa felt you whimper into her chest she hugged you tighter, swaying with you until the song faded out. She led you back in from the balcony still hugging you to her. She cupped your chin and brought your gaze up to meet hers. Her eyes were glazed over and it made you feel better, yet more sad at the same time. "What are you thinking about love?" she whispered, her soft and caring voice making you sob loud. "Larissa I'm so, so glad you're still alive. I'm so grateful that you're here with me. I don't know where I'd be if you never gave me a job, if you never showed me love. I don't want you to be scared anymore, I want you to be free and happy and live." You paused for a moment, thinking about your next words. But alas, there was no question anymore, you made your decision. You looked deep into her eyes, "I want you to live Larissa. Please, let me take your memory for you." She sat down on the bed and pulled you into her lap as tears started steaming down her face. You frowned, you didn’t want to make her feel worse. Her voice was hoarse as she tried to form words. "Peyton, darling, what do you mean take my memory for me?" You stopped crying, confused, before you realized that you said 'take'. You had told Larissa that you could erase memories, you didn't tell her that you took them as your own. You didn't want her to know that, you had messed up. "Um, I didn't want to tell you, but when I erase memories, they're not actually erased. I get them as my own. They have to go somewhere, right?" you gave her a shrug and a sad chuckle. You watched her eyes widen as she took her hand from you and placed it over her mouth. She genuinely looked like she was in fear as she stared at you. Larissa no longer wanted you to take her memory. After seeing how it hurt you a couple nights ago, she decided that she would rather it hurt her than you. If you really cared about her, her memory would hurt you, but you would offer to take it regardless. If she really cared about you, she would not let you take it. You cupped her face in your hands, "Riss, it's not a big deal, I want to take it from you, I don't want you to be in pain." The woman buried her face into your shoulder as you heard her trying to muffle her cries. Tears streamed down your face as you realized the irony of the situation. Here you two were, distraught over trying to decide who should hold the memory, who should take the pain of her attempted murder when it never should have happened in the first place. Neither of you deserved it, but in the end she was alive. Larissa Weems was alive.

You cried into Larissa's hair, stroking it lightly to sooth her until you heard her start to mumble something. "I don't- want you to- be in pain either Pey" she breathed out. "You're not- taking my memory, and that's final." You wanted to laugh at the way she tried to sound authoritative and demanding in this situation, but you refrained. She finally looked at you again, her eyes red and makeup running down her cheeks. She took a deep breath and you waited for her to speak. "After I almost died, I realized that I was alone, utterly alone. I thought that I had people who cared about me, but when I survived, I realized that I no longer did. I realized that I still wanted to do so much more, and I wanted to love someone who loved me back. I never got to know what that felt like, and I almost died like that. People have broken my heart before, women have, Marilyn did. But what did the most was that when I thought I was dying, I realized nobody truly cared about me, nobody ever loved me like I loved them." You took a breath in as you felt your own heart break for her. You felt a deep pain in your chest, one you've never felt before. You stared into her eyes as you tried your hardest to find words, any words at all. Were you going to say anything to her or were you just going to stare at her? You decided to do the only thing that you could. You grabbed her makeup stained face and wiped the tears from her cheeks. You smiled at her and quickly brought your lips to meet hers. You kissed her with all the passion that you had for her, hoping to convey the message that someone cared about her, someone loved her, and that someone was you.

Tears were still streaming down your face as you kissed her. Apparently you both were full of different emotions tonight because after a few minutes, Larissa grabbed your waist and pulled you up to straddle her. As she did this you let out a whimper. This spurred the older woman on and she moved her lips down your jaw to your neck. As you felt her warm lips on you moving from the crook of your neck to suck at your pulse point, you couldn't help but grind your hips down into hers. Her lips trailed to your chest before she looked up at you and tugged at the hem of your shirt, silently asking if she could remove it. You nodded your head and it was gone in an instant. Larissa laid kisses all over your chest and stomach until she reached behind you to undo your bra. She kissed your breasts hard, leaving a couple marks behind before she took one in her mouth. God this woman turned you on so much, you couldn't help but grind into her harder. "Stand up" Larissa purred and you did as you were told. She brought her hands to your pants and undid them, slowly sliding them down your legs while taking you in. Larissa laid down and pulled you back on top of her, holding you close as your lips crashed into hers once again. She moaned into your mouth as you stuck your tongue into hers, you needed to feel her. You palmed her breasts as you tried to grind down into her. Feeling like the less dominant one here she demanded, "Stay still, don't move your hips." You froze at her tone, but you did as she commanded. She slowly sat up and started to lift her dress up around her hips. You almost started drooling at the sight of her when you saw her white thick thighs and hips, black lace panties covering her. She positioned you so that you were straddling one thigh, but she gave you a look that said 'don't move'. She cooed at you, "Do you want this Peyton? Do you want me?" and all you could mumble out was "Oh god Riss, please." Her hands landed on your hips as she began to move you against her. You couldn't contain your moans as you covered her thigh in your slick, thinking about how hot Larissa would look if she was in your position right now. As you grinded into her, you felt your release coming fast. You focused in on Larissa's beauty and listened to her whimpers as she breathed heavily, this sending you over the edge with a cry of her name.

"Oh baby, you're so messy" she moaned as you removed yourself from her thigh. You blushed and looked down, embarrassed. "Unzip my dress, darling" she breathed and you did so right away. She stood up to remove her dress and before you could get a good look at her she was on top of you, pushing you into the bed, one hand around your neck. She squeezed at your throat as she demanded "Open your mouth, pet." You did as you were told as she looked down at you with her piercing lust filled eyes. The next thing you knew, she spit in your mouth and your eyes went wide, you weren't expecting her to be like this. You swallowed and let out a small giggle as Larissa noticed your reaction and reeled it back for a second, realizing that you weren't aware of how dominant she could be. "Oh Peyton I'm sorry, I should've asked what you were alright with sweetheart." Hearing her words so caring and sweet during something like this made you need her more, but they also confirmed that you could trust her, and you did. You grabbed her face and pulled her closer to you again. "Larissa Weems I absolutely adore you, please, do whatever you want, I need you." The way the words came out of your mouth was so needy and Larissa let out a low growl before making her way down to your core. She kissed up your thighs so slowly that you just reveled in her touch, and she caught you off guard with how quickly she brought herself to your center and ran her tongue up your slit. You let out a loud moan as she did this which made her moan against you. She looked up at you and slowly inserted two fingers. As she began her pace, you were a mewling mess underneath her, you couldn't contain yourself. When her fingers got faster you screamed "Oh god mommy" before realizing what you just called her. She chuckled, "You like it that much, hm?" You nodded your head in confirmation. "You can call me mommy, love" she panted at you. She knew you were close when you started saying "Mommy, please" and your thighs started shaking. You came again with a scream and Larissa let you settle before she slipped from you and gathered you in her arms. "Mommy can I do you now?" Larissa looked at you with a smile on her face but refused, saying that you were probably tired. "Please, I want to. I want to taste you" you whimpered, longing to touch the older woman. You kissed her again, running your fingers through her white hair. "I never thought I'd hear you say that, fuck that's hot" she moaned as she sprang up and removed her panties, positioning herself over your face. You finally got a view of Larissa, and it was way better than you ever imagined it would be. You nipped at her thighs before you licked your lips and dove right in. You moaned against her clit, she tasted better than you thought she would too. As you licked and sucked at her, moans started spewing from her mouth. These were the prettiest sounds you've ever heard. She lowered herself more and grinded her hips on your face, this eliciting profanity from the woman. "Darling, keep going, that feels so good" she panted. You picked up the pace, doing the most you could without much experience. You flatted your tongue, letting her grind against you. Pretty soon her hand came down on the bed to steady herself and her hips got more erratic. "Fuck baby" she moaned loud and you felt more heat travel to your core. As you let out a whimper she came on your tongue, moaning your name. You licked up all of her before you kissed her thighs and let her climb off of you.

She gathered you in her arms again as she slowed her breathing, your head coming to rest in her neck. After a minute she kissed you again, tasting herself on your lips. She stroked your hair and cupped your cheek as she stared into your loving amber eyes. Maybe after all these years she could have a friend, a real friend. Maybe she could trust somebody and love somebody, maybe somebody could love her back. You smiled taking in her gorgeous features, hoping that she felt at least a bit better now. You gave her a kiss on the nose. She thought that maybe she would give it a chance, for nobody had loved her before, nobody had cherished her before, nobody had looked at her before, nobody like you. She smiled, "Peyton, I want to thank you for showing me respect and kindness, and for treating me like I deserve to be loved. Thank you for giving me the ability to trust again. And most of all, thank you for teaching me, about botany…of course."

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v3nusxsky · 11 months

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prompt ^ i hope you like it

Use me 18+

*Authors note~ this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now but here we go*

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink angry sex (using for pleasure🤤) dirty talk, praise degrading shifted dick dom Larissa sub r cum kink if you squint facial face fucking slight anal?

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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Wednesday Addams had a lot to answer for these days, and stressing your wife out was one of them. You knew today was a particularly bad day for Larissa, having to deal with Rowans family and the Sheriff plus the board. You instantly came up with an idea to hopefully soothe some of her stress.

Your classes finished earlier than normal so you headed back to the room to adorn one of your more revealing outfits that drove Larissa absolutely insane. Once you were satisfied with your appearance you made your way her office where she would undoubtedly be slaving away behind her laptop.

You were right, so much so your wife didn't even realise you had slipped into her office and laid yourself on her sofa. You found it amusing for a few minutes before you murmured "Hi Rissa" which caused your wife to briefly smile in your direction before an email pinged to her laptop, the frustration from the day returning from the day. Before she even realised she was ranting about the stupid email from the board doubting her ability to lead Nevermore. The cheek of it. Did they not know what she had done for the Academy?

You couldn't help but be drawn how she moved her hands and fingers to exaggerate her point. Truly, she wasn't even aware she was doing it. But you couldn't help but be turned on, the things those hands have done, the highs they have brought you too. The mere sight of them causing your core to throb with need. Keeping your eyes trained on your wife, you managed to slip out of your underwear, having to stifle a gasp as the cool air hit your centre.

Larissa had no clue what you were doing, she continued to rant about the stress she was under and how unappreciated she felt which caused a sinful idea to pop into your mind. You stood up and approached your still clueless and ranting wife. You guided her flapping hand to hold your waist looking up at her with an intense look, nodding along to what she was saying. Admittedly, you had no clue what you were nodding for you just knew you wanted to destress your wife. She didn't deserve to be treated in such a manner. By moving her hand she stole a glance of your outfit which instantly had her mouth go dry. You're too damn sexy for your own good and she'd totally be having appropriate thoughts of you when she was calmer.

You caught her eyes devouring your outfit which caused you to guide her hand under your skirt and to your ass cheeks. You knew she'd feel the flesh instead of panties which of course Larissa did. Nothing would get past her. You stood on your tip toes and whispered, "Use me mommy, take all that anger out on me, use me and fuck me hard so you forget all the stress. I'm your personal stress ball mommy!" Her slender fingers grabbed handfuls of your ass as she hoisted you up to her waist, your legs instantly locking around her hips. "Oh you filthy little slut" she purred into your neck before kissing, sucking and nipping at the smooth sensitive skin there.

You some how ended up in your bedroom, do you remember how? No. But you do remember how dizzying it was to have her lips marking up your neck, claiming you as hers. Larissa wasted no time in shredding your clothing, promising to replace it as she tore her own clothing off to revel a happy accident. "Mommy?" You whimpered upon seeing her impressive length. "Darling see how badly I need you I lost control of my ability I need you that bad. See how hard you make me?" Her teasing was turning you on more, to know you caused it.

"Dirty girl for mommy, how bout you get on your knees and put that whorish mouth to some use?" You knew the question was rhetorical but you happily got onto your knees and licked your lips in anticipation for her to finally be in your mouth. Teasing her slightly, you licked the underside of her impressive cock. You took the bulbous head into your mouths which caused a pleased moan to tumble from the older woman, "fuck take it all you whore."

You did just that, not that she gave you much of a choice, instantly began to thrust her entire length down your tight throat, "good girl, fucking slut for mommy. That's right keep gagging on my dick like a good little cock slut for your mommy." The praised mixed in with the degrading words was causing slick to drip down your thighs, normally Larissa was a gentle lover but tonight, she was not holding back, using you how she deemed fit. You were nothing but holes for her to use and abuse.

Her brutal pace mixed with her moans and your gagging was throwing her face first toward the edge of bliss and she wasn't going to stop till she got it. But you thought she'd give you your salty treat for all your effort but no. She was about ready to burst when she slipped from your warm wet hole and began to jerk herself off, "tongue slut" was your only instruction. Doing as your told Larissa came all over you tongue and face. Her cum dripping down your face as you smiled happily, "thank you mommy."

"You're such a good little fuck toy for mommy, letting me use you how I desire, now on all fours darling" she demanded and you followed instantly only to be filled with her semi hard dick. A few smacks to your ass which allowed her to see the jiggle she caused with each smack, her cock soon began to harden within your walls. "Oh mommy fuck you're so big" you mewled finally feeling her ready to move within you.

Once again her pace was brutal, she really was fucking away her anger and frustration on you. You had no complaints, it was extremely pleasurable and you couldn't help but beg for more harder, faster , deeper just more of her cock. Soon all that filled the bedroom was your joint moans and the sound of skin slapping on skin. You couldn't help but gasp when you felt her finger teasing as your back hole. Not enough to do much but enough to stimulate it slightly. "Do you like it when mommy stimulates your asshole baby?" You couldn't find the words to answer her right now. This wasn't something you ever thought you'd enjoy but now, with her dick deep inside of you while her index finger teased the puckered hole you we're questioning it. A harsh smack to your arse cheek had confrontation tumbling from your lips, "yes! Mommy yes I did!"

Feeling Larissa Weems cumming into your awaiting cunt was something like nothing else you'd ever felt before, and that's what caused you to cum with a cry. Your orgasm seeming to have a newfound strength as you screamed for her. Only when you were whimpering no more and trying to squirm away did Larissa let up her abuse on your body, "you did so well for me darlin, so so well thank you for helping mommy feel so so good" her praise mixed with your sleepiness had you falling into a sex induced slumber, Larissa cleaned up before following suit. The stress of her stressful day finally depleted thanks to her lovely generous wife.

Word count~ 1590

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pebbleswritessometimes · 1 year

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Rambles

Summary:

Y/N goes to Principal Weems office to catch her breath after a long day. Beginning to ramble about different things, she unknowingly captivates, Larissa.

To say today was a long day, completely under stated what it felt like. You were completely overwhelmed, on the verge of breaking down, and it felt like the most minuscule thing could make everything go tumbling into a mess. Luckily, you knew exactly where to go. You considered your boss, Principal Weems, to be a friend and a safe space. You weaved your way through the students that were left over in the halls.

Exhaling once you made it to the door of her office, you knocked on the door and waited for an invitation in. Immediately recognizing the rhythm and pattern of your knock, “Y/N, you may come in,” Larissa chimed.

You grinned, waltzing over to the sofa near the fireplace. “Evening, Rissa. I hope your day was better than mine,” you chuckled. “It..was certainly something. Would you like to discuss your day?” She questioned. With a downward smile and shake of your head, you laid yourself down on the cushions. Larissa hummed, turning back to her computer and typing away. While you were absentmindedly staring into the flames and twirling your locks, you remembered something you learned earlier this morning. “Larissa! Did you know that the regular coffee they make at the Café is barely even actual *coffee*???”, wide eyed, you waited for her response. she squinted her eyes, tilted her head, and thought, “That would actually explain why it doesn’t taste very much like coffee.”

Your mind started running through different things you’ve learned and seen the past week. From the tiniest mushroom you’d ever come across, to some school gossip you heard from some of the students, and even the weird guy who was hitting on you at the bookstore.

You flew up, twisting your torso towards Larissas desk, and propping your arms up on the back of the sofa, “I overheard one of my third period students talking about a potential prank they may attempt to pull off over the weekend and- oh! There was the cutest little mushroom on the forest trail, yesterday! I took a picture of it because it was just the sweetest looking thing,” you pause pulling out your phone to show her the fungi you spotted on your walk. Closing her laptop and looking at you curiously, she waited for you to finish walking over. You showed her the mushroom, then proceeded to flip through several other photos of things you had spotted this week. Telling her about the most abundant species of frogs that lived near the pond, mentioning their eating habits and habitat preferences. She just stared at you in wonder as you continued rambling about numerous things. In the middle of informing her that a laser can get trapped in water by something called “total infernal refraction,” you pointed at the corner of her desk and checked to see if it was alright with her that you sat there. She waved you off and encouraged you to continue. She was in awe with how colorful your mind was. You had facts and information on numerous topics, you answered nearly every question she had with complete enthusiasm and somehow tumbled into a new area of interest you had. If there was something no one could ever disagree with, it was the fact that you are an incredible story teller. You use your body and voice to completely immerse yourself and your audience. Nearly folding into herself in a fit of laughter, you continued acting out your encounter with the strange pale, bald man at the book store. “He did have a lovely selection of books though! Speaking of books, I think we may need to replace a couple of them from the library,” you laid on the floor with your legs up on the wall, “one of the kids accidentally spilt a sticky drink on some of the pages of a Botany text book.” She scribbled down the note to herself and stuck it away in a planner. You stopped for a few minutes, curled onto your side, with your phone in your hands and playing a new game you had downloaded. She took the opportunity to just observe you. While doing so, she slid towards the cabinet where she kept the bottles of wine and wine glasses. You looked up to start talking again when you noticed she was no longer in her seat. She suddenly appeared above you holding the bottle in one hand and the glasses in the other. “Would you like to enjoy a glass with me?” She smirked. She walked over to the couch, as you flipped yourself over and pushed yourself up off the ground. You both sat there and nearly lost track of time. She found it kind of funny how easily you could get sidetracked and split off into another direction. She made a mental note of the things that got you really excited and the things that didn’t really interest you all that much. “And THATS why Marilyn doesn’t like croissants,” you said. The entire time, she had her hand on her chin and the wine glass resting in the other, simply admiring you. Eventually, you noticed how much attention she had set on you. You weren’t uncomfortable but you weren’t accustomed to having someone actually listen and enjoy your company for long, either. You started to worry that you had bored her with all of your random knowledge. An apology began to pour itself out of your mouth, until Larissa had cut you off. She reassured you that she enjoyed your company and she appreciated everything you shared with her. She was captivated by you, she couldn’t deny. As the later hours slowly crept into present, you could feel yourself growing tired. Thanking her for the wine and for listening to you for hours, you headed on your way to your room. “Goodnight, Rissa. Thanks again,” you closed the door on your way out. “Goodnight, Dear,” she spoke under her breath. Downing the remaining wine, she sat in front of the fireplace. Realizing that she was undoubtedly, in love with you.

Hope this is okay @littledollll ! My apologies, I forgot to ask for preferred pronouns. 💚

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sharedramblings · 1 year

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Just For You

Summary: Cold weather. Dry lips. Larissa.

Author's note: A silly idea made by my silly little mind. The longer this stays on my drafts, the stronger the urge to just delete it completely.

Additional note: Just want to thank @yourlocaldisneyvillain @sapphicsbeloved @saphire-scribbles for letting me know of your thoughts on the last fic! I was having doubts if I should keep it posted so I'm glad you found it alright. :)

And to answer @digital-demise (who I can't seem to tag) yes, that's the game I had in mind. I agree that it's a classic! I love how it challenges the teamwork and dynamics of the players. I'm glad you recognized it.

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A shiver runs down your spine again so you momentarily stopped checking the paper you were grading. You looked at the fire on your left, still offering you additional warmth in the rather cold weather. You chanced a glance at Larissa, and you saw her still laser focused on her laptop which brought a smile on your face. You love seeing glimpses of her while she's busy.

But before you can fully stare and take her in, you shook your head out of it, forcing yourself to finish the ungraded papers on your table.

Spending the last few hours of the workday on Larissa's office has been integrated on your day for months now. A spare foldable table is permanently stored in her office, waiting until your classes are finally over. This routine started to remedy the unfortunate matter of rarely seeing each other during the weekdays due to work, and also because you always want to accompany her on the walk through her chambers once she's done with the day's workload. The good night's, the handholding, the little squeezes in between, the light conversation, the shared smiles, and the kisses– well, those were just some perks you always look forward to when you reach your destination. You were absolutely smitten, and you took pride in that fact.

You can see that you only have a few more papers left, and you're annoyed that you have to stop once again. It's still the weather's fault but this time you weren't trembling from the cold, but rather chewing on your bottom lip as you felt how dry it is.

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You turn your attention to your bag, searching for the short tube that would aid you in your current problem. You checked your purse, it's not there. You also checked the various pockets, hoping you put it there but it's not in any of it. So you decided to look in the entirety of the bag, hands moving your things on the side yet you still came up empty-handed.

You're confused. Where did you place it? You tried again. Maybe second time's the charm.

No, it apparently isn't.

You sighed before facing Larissa. It's a long shot, but you'd still take it. "Rissa? Have you seen my lip balm?"

She glanced at you, head slightly tilted at the side before she hummed her yes. She stood up and walked towards you, stopping on the side of the table in front of you.

"Open up" Her eyes, which seem fixated on your lips, affirms what she was pertaining to.

You gave her a quizzical look, but you decided to do it after a few seconds. She could have just told you where it was so you could have applied the lip balm on your own, but if she wants to do it, then you'll let her be.

She leans down, the pad of her thumb tracing your lips before proceeding to caress your cheek. You hold your gaze up at her, her undivided attention making your cheeks heat up.

You didn't have the time to question why she's leaning even further when her lips met yours in a kiss, your eyes instinctively closing at the contact. A shiver runs the length of your body, now for a different yet very much welcome reason, as her tongue follows the path that her thumb traced on your lips. You let out a hum, your hand shooting up to stroke the back of her hand that's still holding your face. Her tongue claims your mouth, and you allow her to explore, too drunk on her kiss to think about anything else.

When you felt that she's about to pull away, you went to chase her so as to not end the kiss, but the hand in your cheek prevented you from doing so.

"How's that?"

You slowly blinked multiple times, eyes finding hers. You ran your tongue on your bottom lip, still reeling from the kiss. You just stare at her for a bit, your mind yet to form any coherent thought. The slight raise on her eyebrows was what made you talk, "Is that a new brand of lip balm?"

She nods before muttering the confirmation, playing along with what she started.

"I think it's my favorite" She chuckles at that, a proud smirk adorning her face. Despite the smirk though, you noticed the faint blush in her cheeks. She's just as affected as you are.

"It's exclusively yours, darling"

"I sure hope so. I'll fight anyone who dares try them" Larissa laughs at that. Her eyes shimmering with adoration.

You grabbed her hand, placing a small kiss on the back of it. You felt her squeeze your hand before she goes back to her chair.

"Oh, and before I forget, your lip balm is hidden on the stack of papers"

You crane your neck to look, and there it is. The embarrassment flared up the heat on your cheeks. It slipped your mind that you placed it there.

Larissa could have had easily told you where it was, but then again she seemed to have a plan in mind. One that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter widely.

"Thanks. I don't want it anymore, though. I already have my new favorite" You playfully said as you kept the lip balm safe in your bag.

Her answering smirk made you blush even harder. You knew then that you'll be distracted to finish the rest of the papers in front of you, but you'll still try nonetheless.

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