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Holy fuck, pulling at my heart why don't you. I was not expecting this to tear me up, fuck it's so good. I love this sm, so so much. Good job darling, your work is beautiful as always ❤️

Hey how you doing mars! ✌🏼I got a ask that I hope you do. This ask is not smut, but it is a little bit of angst and fluff!

Basically Larissa is married to reader (reader’s pregnant) and there sleeping on their bed when Larissa wakes up sweating and tears streaming down her face. Then she look beside to check if reader is safe and sound (they sleep with a little light) and when she sees reader is sleeping beside her peacefully she signs in relief. Larissa then cuddles into her wife’s back and begins to gently touch reader’s baby bump tenderly waking reader up. Reader asks her what’s wrong and Larissa buried her face in reader’s neck and tells her she had a horrible nightmare; in her nightmare reader was driving to her home when she got into a horrible car accident, which they called Larissa in her work to tell her the news and Larissa desperately drives to the sight when they tell the horrible news that her wife and unborn baby died on impact and that she was alone now. Larissa basically blabbers in tear her horrible dream and reader turns around in her arms and hugs Larissa and Larissa hugs her back with all her might as reader calms her down. From there you can write anything you want just please can you do a happy and fluffy ending with reader, Larissa and there unborn baby girl.

Lost in the dark forest

*Authors note~ part 3 for you are my world🩵 to answer, in fine darling, sorry this took so long. Also guys I have more brain children that could be a series’s for Lenora and Larissa 🫣 or just one let me know what you want to see*

Trigger warnings~hurt and comfort! Nightmares panic attacks car crash mother and unborn child death. Angsty but will be fluffy at the end. Larissa being a bit of a dick in her nightmare ngl

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“You’re reckless. You don’t put our child first, and yet you put her first. What’s she got that’s more than our family!” The principal practically bellows at you as you’re haphazardly throwing some essentials in a bag. “It’s not what it looks like Larissa!” You practically snarled back, knowing her past it’s not hard to understand why her brain has concocted these wild accusations but hormones and hurt feelings aren’t a good mix. “Oh! Do tell me then dear” her tone harshly spitting the term of endearment at you, “it’s not like that, you would never do that. I’m the only one for you? No, more like you got bored of the freak principal and think that Adeline can be your saviour. That’s my baby too growing there, I made love to you and created that beautiful life not her, so I’ll be damned if I let you throw it away to act like a common whore for her!”

Ouch. Tears immediately spilled down your cheeks like mini waterfalls. Larissa and yourself have had disagreements, hell what couple doesn’t, but never have you heard such vile words thrown in your direction by her. Loving Larissa is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever had the pleasure to do. Never, even when your stubbornness takes over, even when you feel suffocated by her protective nature did things ever spiral to this. Adeline had merely been helping you find the right flowers and colour scheme to reveal your baby’s name. That’s all. Adeline, was informing you of her latest date, one that seemed promising. In your happiness for your friend you scooped her into a hug as you wished her and Nora the best for the future. Plans to meet her being set for after you were no longer pregnant. Seeing that awoke deep fears within your blonde lover and now this was the result.

“Let me go Larissa” you demanded, choking back sobs as you made your way to the door. “Thats right, run away, straight to her no doubt” she sneered not even bothering to watch as you left to your car. Her office becoming her cage as fear spilled from every pore in her body, anger seeping out and forcing her limbs to move. Not a care in the world for what was destroyed in this process. What does it matter? Her hearts shattered, gone, blackened and broken. Self loathing kicks in as her anger fades into the abyss.

For hours now, you’ve been gone, regret, guilt, disgust and shame clouding the woman you once knew. Nothing would pull her from this dark place. Her mind being a forest of thrones that she’s forced to walk through, powerless as the thorns shred her pale skin. Crimson streams flow down her now opened skin as she tried to fight her darkness. Larissa should’ve known that the more she’d struggle the worse this would be. The more she would fight the tighter the thorns would dig into her sensitive body, her body now matching her heart.

But that’s when she got the call. Sheriff Galpin informing her of something, while her ears rang. You, car, hospital, blood and your baby. “Principal Weems?, are you there?” His gruff voice seemed to bring her back to reality. This morning she had everything she’d ever wanted and now she’d face losing you both. “Hospital?” Her monotone word seemed to weight her down as multiple possibilities ran through her mind. She’d fucked up. And now everything was gone? Well could be gone. She needed to see you, so that’s what she’d do.

Hanging up on the sheriff, jumping into her car with tears blurring her sight as she made the journey to Jericho Hospital. Red lights didn’t matter, to her they are all green now, the cars beeping got an undignified middle finger flipped in their direction. Nothing would stop her from getting to you, to apologise, to hold you, to love you. All the woman could do is prey you held on with all your stubborn nature, she had hope.

Hoped. You’d died on impact, a drunk driver crashing into the drivers side of the car as you were at a red light. “Principal Weems, we are sorry. They are gone, is there anyone you’d like us to call?” The nurse murmured sympathetically only to be interrupted by a pained scream and the normally professional woman crumpling to the ground. “Give me a minute to hold my girl! Just one more. My girls! I’m- I need to see them.” From there, Larissa was took to say her goodbyes, there you lay motionless, your own blood smothered your face, your child’s home being destroyed and dis formed. The once spherical home being more like a zig zag. You’d gone. Both of you.

She felt like she’s dying. That’s the first thing she registered, shaking limbs, tears streaming down her face and her heart? Well that’s working triple the time. Sweat soaking her body and sheets as she blinded rapidly to adjust to the small light in the corner of the room. There you lay, slow lazy breaths as you slept blissfully unaware of what her lost forest contained tonight. Larissa always named these dreams as the lost forest, a world where nothing makes sense, containing her deepest and darkest fears, secrets and past horrors. But never in her life had she been in one like that.

For a while all she could do is Starr as your chest steadily rose and fell in rhythm, like it should. Light snores filling the room as you slept on, oblivious to her sigh in relief at your state. With a dissatisfied groan you worked to turn your growing body onto its side, there laid your small baby bump poking out from the shirt you wore. You’d always steal the t-shirts the principal always swore weren’t hers as they are simply not her style, seeing your bump poking out always filled her with pride and joy. You’d made that beautiful creation together. A product of love, she couldn’t wait to meet the little minx who had you craving pickles in chocolate at three in the morning. You’d just started to feel the baby move in the past few weeks and like any expecting mothers it immediately became the best feeling in the world. Your baby.

Larissa had joking mentioned one night as you laid tangled in sheets that you would simply look stunning pregnant with your child, and she was right. You do. Her hand sneaking to rub soothing circles into your child’s temporary home. “My girl” you heard Larissa mummer. “Or boy” you grunted trying to sit up in bed. A sad chuckle left your lover as she agreed, truthfully Larissa had a hunch that baby Weems is a stunning Princess, but you swore on everything that your baby would be a Prince.

“Darling? What are you doing up?” Was all it for the lost forest dream to resurface and tears to build in her eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. Her words choking her as you observed her state. “Darling, you are shaking, come here my love” you whispered shuffling to let the woman rest her head above your chest as your hands found their way to her silver curls, an action she adores. “Were you in your lost forest, love?”

No verbal answer was necessary the sobs that wracked through her exhausted form were enough. “Y-ou both died” she hiccuped as ungrateful as ever, her sobs soaked with her pain from those images. “I was cruel, left me and gone” she whimpered clinging onto your body, a hand holding your swollen stomach as if she didn’t believe you were real.

“Look at me Isa. Eyes up here pretty. I'm real. Hold my hand if you need proof, rest it above my heart if you need. I'm real and your dream wasn't. Me and this little minx are well and here my darling.” You reassured the older woman gently, although you didn’t know what she’d seen, what her mind had thrown together, you knew that she needed you more than anything else in the world right now. The room was bathed in silence for moments, ending by desperate whimpers of, “Please don't leave me." You swear your heart broke into a million pieces at how much she reminded you for the scared child she once was. “Never, honey. We aren’t going anywhere.”

Well… “Isa? My girl?” You mumbled shyly, the baby seemed to move and press on your bladder meaning you were going somewhere. “I need to go to the bathroom love, just a second” causing the woman to look up at you looking no more than a frightened child in this state, “you can help me yeah?” To which she nodded and immediately scurried to help you up and to the bathroom where she paced the bedroom floor waiting to walk you back to bed. It seems you were needed more than you thought, Larissa was never this clingy unless she had a dream about her parents or past, she needed you and you would always provide that.

Settling back into bed was not an easy task, your once comfy spot seemingly ran away, Larissa clinging to any part of you she could as you settled in bed on your back. Only then did her lips drop to your stomach, “we are waiting for you darling, our girl we can’t wait to meet you, anything to hold my girls.” You couldn’t help but chuckle, “what If it’s a boy my love?” To which she shook her head, settling into bed, snuggling up into your side with her head on your chest. “With the weird cravings, she’s a she for sure, my perfect girls, can’t lose you ever. You are quite literally my whole world.”

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Bruh this is AMAZING!!!! God I love it so much, 100/10 recommend. Your amazing love 😘 @v3nusxsky

I gottttt a request! ❤️

Hope you like it. It’s about Reader and Larissa.

Reader and Larissa been together for 3 months now and Larissa has been feeling lusty and horny for Reader, but she feels that Reader is not ready because when Larissa always accidentally walked on reader changing she flinched and quickly covered herself up. In a act of vulnerability she began to talk to reader in their bedroom about how she’s feeling and what caused it, reader listened and felt remorseful because of her fear of Larissa seeing her back caused her to act that way. Then Reader began to undress and Larissa jaw dropped when reader turned around showing her this beautiful tattoo reader had, Larissa began to droll and began to feel horny. Basically Larissa pounds reader doggy style with her shapeshifter cock while she grips reader hips and praised reader beautiful tattoo and how sexy and beautiful she looks and how reader doesn’t need to hide her tattoo because Larissa loves it.

Can you do the smut- dom Larissa sub reader, daddy kink, praise kink, stigmatophilia, shapeshifted cock.

I’ll write what stigmatophilia means so you don’t have to look it up. stigmatophilia- People with stigmatophilia find piercings, tattoos very attractive. They love to look at, touch, and feel skin that's been decorated with ink and studs.

This is the tattoo I mean-

https://pin.it/5IDewTm

Inked intimacy 18+

*authors note~ so excited to get the second instalment out and it’s a spicy one that let me dive into the character a little more*

Trigger warnings~ accidental flashing? Tattoos slight body shame stigmatophillia kink dom Larissa sub r shifted cock daddy kink praise kink begging worshiping breeding doggy missionary mating press pure smut tbh

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Time trickled on, Wednesday proving the existence of The Hyde and how Miss Thornhill was actually Laurel Gates. Even the arrest of Gomez Addams had somehow managed to squeeze itself into a month of life. Soon enough the students were leaving for their holidays which would leave you and your lover at Nevermore. Most staff also went to see family for the holidays, but Larissa and yourself decided that it was better you stayed. After all someone had to keep an eye on the school and start the process of finding a new bounty teacher for the start of the new semester.

To say over the last few weeks your blossoming relationship with the shifter improved would be an understatement. You saw one another every day and her new measures to help when your ability overwhelms you are working fantastically allowing you both to feel closer to each other. But with that closeness another problem rears its head.

Larissa wants you. Needs you. And well who wouldn’t desire you? Almost losing you, admitting and feeling the love you shared only lead to her wanting to show you. Truthfully, she’d wanted to have you since the first day you walked into her office. But timing would be they key to success here and she knew all good things come to those who wait. And waiting for you to be ready was of upmost importance to her.

Three knocks sounded from the thick mahogany door before Larissa let herself in, as agreed. Plans to spend the day relaxing in your quarters as you planned lessons and she worked on advertising the new position. What wasn’t planned was the way you flinched at the sounds of her heels on your floor and quickly moved to cover yourself with a thick hoodie that was covered the back of your chair. If Larissa didn’t know how to read your body as well as she did, she would’ve thought you were just cold. No. You were scared. Heavens know why you’d be scared in her presence but she hated that fact. “Sorry sweetheart” she cooed as you turned to face the woman, “I didn’t mean to startle you, I thought you’d heard the knocks.”

For days on end Larissa couldn’t get the way you flinched out of her mind, you were scared. Yet you still cuddle into the woman as you sit on the sofa, you still kiss her and tease her when she doesn’t quite get the jokes in the film that’s mindlessly playing in the background. You still stare up at her as if you’re enchanted by something out of this world. But you’d flinched. Why? Three months of being together and you’d never expressed any fear towards the woman, only once admitting to her after a few classes of wine that you thought she was stunning and that intimidated you. Even now, you wonder how someone so utterly gorgeous would want someone like you. The thoughts that you may have misinterpreted her desire to show you love due to how you viewed your own body caused the blondes heart to clench painfully. She’d spend forever, in this life and the next, showing you how absolutely precious you are. One of a kind. Hers.

You had caught the underlying fear and sadness radiating in the woman’s aura recently. It puzzled you in many ways, perhaps that’s why you invited her to join you this evening for some good wine and a conversation. You couldn’t help but want to easy the woman’s emotions and provide any help or reassurance she required. Little did you know, you were the cause of these emotions. It hadn’t even crossed your mind that she would’ve caught the way you flinched days ago. She hadn’t mentioned anything after the incident so you assumed you’d escaped that conversation. Three knocks and a quiet call of “darling” alerted you to her arrival.

“In here my love, I don’t have any of the fancy red you have but-“ you mumbled standing on your tip toes to reach the wine glasses at the back of the cupboard with a dissatisfied grunt. Only to feel a hand slip it’s way around your waist, pulling your body flush against her front as she effortlessly retrieved the glasses you were seeking. A kiss dropped to your forehead before she stepped back allowing you to move freely as if you hadn’t been pined between her and the kitchen counter seconds ago. “Red is fine my love” she murmured, eyes trained watching you with an amused smirk. “Flustered darling?” She teased with no bite as you stubbornly focused on pouring the wine ensuring you spilled none, instead of facing her, knowing if you did she would see just how the small act of kindness had affected you. “Busy love” you chuckled, “go sit” you rushed her into the living area in order to control yourself and bring her wine, happily serving the woman who simply held your heart.

Taking a seat to her right you passed her the glasses before sipping your own under her gaze as she mirrored your action. “Mm” she practically purred as the wine hit her taste buds, tongue coming to swipe her bottom lip in an attempt to taste the drop of wine resting there. In these situations you are glad you’re the empath. Only heaven knows if she had that ability you would’ve been called out ages ago for the growing need at such a simple action. But no matter how badly you want your girlfriend the idea of her wanting you is too far fetched so why would you face the rejection?

“Darling?” She hummed watching as your gaze seemed to harden, your mind wandering far away from anything in the room, thoughts running wild. “Mhmm?” Was all you offered the woman as you stole a glance at her. There she sat in all her six foot three glory, eyes trained on you. “Can we- uh talk?”

A talk. Could you have done something wrong? No. Was something wrong with your classes? No, you had high pass rates from recent testing. You offered a small nod as your mind ran a million and one different scenarios for the reasons of the talk. You must have accidentally pushed your worry onto the woman as she rushed to comfort you that the conversation wouldn’t be bad.

“I- heavens this is hard- I would like to ask if you fear me? I noticed the other day you flinched. I don’t want to scare you dear. I love you too much for that, I promised to protect you and that means anything you need love. I can’t stand the fact I may have made you uncomfortable or any kind darling? I hope you know nothing like that would happen till your ready” the blonde rushed out in a hopes that this would be fixable. But if it wasn’t? She couldn’t think of that right now. Knowing you are feeling all her anxiety and need only to be hit with a strong wave of remorse and guilt. “Darling?” She murmured as a stray tear slid down your cheek.

You scrambled to lift your shirt off your back, still covering your modesty but finally fully exposing your back to the Principal. There you had fine art work of a Mandela style lotus flower stemming from the centre of your spine what appeared to be black wings framing it with two smaller versions of the flowers appearing on your shoulders. Silence filled the room as the woman took in the pure beauty and detail on your back, fingers itching to trace the delicate lines but hesitating due to your emotions. “Beautiful” she breathed out shocking you. “How ever did you decided on such a beautiful design?”

The truth was the Mandela design was to represent the universe and your spiritual connection to it. The intricate design always called out to you, and the flower was your favourite so it made sense. The black wings that framed the flower were used to cover what you were told was scars from childhood. Unfortunately, you knew what that meant, the back colour signifies the end of that part of your life and the two Mandelas were added to show the weight that your ability adds to your life. Which you promptly explained to her after pulling you top down and facing the woman clutching your wine glass, occasionally swirling the liquid around.

A steady hand guided yours to rest the glass on the table before coming to cup your cheeks with a feather light touch as if she wasn’t there at all. Only when you let out a sigh of relief did the woman move slowly to press her stained lips to yours. Kissing Larissa is one of your favourite activities to do, so naturally you respond with the same energy as she puts in. It’s also not uncommon for the woman to pull you into her lap as her lips rub up and down the expanse of your neck. Hands firmly planted on your hips. “I’m ready Isa” you mumbled as your hands came to rest on her shoulders, “bedroom please.” Enough said.

It was no surprise to you that the shifter could easily scoop you up while her lips reminded attached to yours. After all this was Larissa Weems. The strongest shifter known. The poor woman was on a mission to get you out of that damn shirt so it’s also no surprise that she tossed you on the bed before crawling after you shredding your shirt and bra. “Turnover” she demanded and you did instantly, trusting the woman with your life. “Good girl” she murmured as her fingers delicately traced the tattoo only to be followed with her tongue. You’d be lying if you weren’t enjoying it but this was a first for you.

“M so gorgeous, so pretty darling” she purred practically worshiping the marked skin, “so sexy” she concluded her thoughts as she nipped the junction between your shoulder and neck. “Please” you whimpered trying to turn yourself around. “Oh no sweet thing, I want to take you while this beautiful display of art is on show. You’re such a pretty blank canvas baby. You should get more of these wonderfully creations” the attraction to your tattoo was definitely unsuspected to the principal but damn did it do things to her. So intense in fact she was acting like the needy fifteen year old losing control of her shifting abilities. Now standing proudly to attention she was sporting an eight inch throbbing cock. Something she knew you’d feel pressed against the back of your thigh.

“Daddy?” You whimpered feeling the extra warmth. “That’s right daring, I just can’t help myself. Please pretty girl can daddy fuck your sweet little cunt?” Her pleas sounding strangled as she glanced at the tattoo again, this time letting you feel how badly she needs you. Larissa wasted no time in shredding any of the barriers between her and your skin after you begged her to take you how she wanted, to love you.

Her thick swollen tip would tap your aching clit as she used your slick to coat her cock. You’d be lying if you said that she wasn’t an impressive size. “Please daddy” you whined as she teased your aching folds for what you consider ages only to be adjusted to now have your ass up and face smushed into the bedsheets. “Perfect, a pretty view for daddy” she murmured as she lined herself up with your soaked hole.

She was big, there’s a sting and burn in slight areas but much to her delight you took her full length with ease, tightly squeezing her sensitive shaft as her bulbous tip brushed against your cervix causing you to let out and unlawfully loud mewl of pleasure, “Daddy!” Her soothing hand rubbed small circles into your hip as she stilled herself, waiting for you to adjust, she murmured words of love and praise. Simply comforting you till you began to absentmindedly fuck yourself backwards onto her dick.

“Oh fuck pretty girl. So fucking good for daddy. Practically suffocating my big cock baby. So fucking good for daddy aren’t you sweet girl?” She praised while finding the perfect rhythm to throw you both closer to the edge with each thrust. “Oh fuck daddy please” your noises muffled by the bedsheets, “m so good.” Larissa couldn’t help but yank your back towards her front and kiss, lick, suck and bite any of your exposed skin which made your weeping cunt more slick than it already was. “Daddy! Gonna cum! Please fuck i can’t” you whimpered as you teetered on that maddening yet beautiful edge. “Perfect. Good girl for daddy. Cum for daddy darling! Fuck I’m gonna cum with my girl” she panted as you both tumbled over the edge and tumbled hard. Her rhythm faltering as spurts of her white sticky seed got fucked into your cervix and you smothered her cock in your glistening cum. “I’m not done with you sweetheart, wanna see your face as you scream for daddy” she whispered in your ear before slipping out of your core and flipping you over with ease.

What a vision you are, sprawled on your back, pupils blow wide, leg’s slightly shaking and cheeks covered in a slight flush. Your tits on perfect display now, so soft and round that Larissa just has to have a taste. And she does. Her mouth makes quick work of marking up your chest suggesting you get them tattooed to remind anyone and everyone that your her girl. Soon enough your hands are in her hair, ripping out any pins in your way as you tug the strands to communicate your need. “Daddy” you whimpered, “please, show me love now.”

And that she did, this time entering your fluttering tight little hole with no resistance, watching as your lips part in a slight O shape. Your inner walls gladly accepting the intrusion and hugging it tightly. “Feel so good sweet girl. So good for me. My good girl” she murmured as she bestowed sweet kisses all over your face once again settling into a rhythm quickly. Clearly, you are both sensitive as it doesn’t take long for the second peak to arrive. “Daddy!” You mewled with every thrust. “Daddy’s girl, gonna help my girl.” It was evident to the blonde with how you were milking her cock you were close so with an almost practiced ease your legs were manoeuvred up over the shifters shoulders providing a deeper more satisfying angle. One that made you see stars as you came screaming the only word in your fuzzy head. “Daddy!” As if it were possible Larissa seemed to continue filling you up for hours, each time you’d think she’d finished her shaft would twitch and more cum would spill out as she desperately tried to hump it back into your eager cunt.

You couldn’t help the wince as she pulled from your puffy over sensitive sex but she was quick to hush you and shift her anatomy back before holding you close. “Darling? Are you okay love?” It honestly broke your heart how unsure she was of herself, that everything that had happened was consensual but you knew her past. Wednesdays mother had really done a number on the younger principal. “Well fucked darling that’s all” you couldn’t help but snuggle closer to the woman, So full” you mumbled into her skin. “No more hiding. Your beautiful stunning self sweet girl” she almost seemed to question out loud before murmuring something about if her seed stuck she hopes the children would take after their mommy. More praises were shared, not only Larissa but you also before you both fell asleep in one another’s arms.

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10000000000% love and recommend!! Fuck it's good!! ❤️❤️❤️

Hello! I love your writing, and I have a request;

Larissa x teacher,fem!reader and they’ve been together for a few years and then Wednesday arrives to Nevermore and things start going downhill, the murders start and all that, so just about Larissa being overly overprotective over reader when those things happen, not letting reader out of her sight and constantly having to know where reader is because she doesn’t want reader in danger/to lose her. Reader is a bit stubborn and too independent and sometimes (for example) goes for a walk in the woods where the hyde is even though larissa told her not to bc its dangerous.

Basically fluff, larissa being overprotective, and possibly angst too!

You don’t have to write this if you don’t like the idea, also take your time!

Thank you <3

Temptations and confessions

*Authors note~ the first instalment of my you are my world (YAMW) series and I must say I adore my Larissa Weems. Some themes may be a bit tricky so always read the warnings and check the rating love yall. Sorry to the anon for changing a few details to fit in with the series I hope that’s okay*

Trigger warnings~ Nevermore supernatural usual drama overprotective Larissa due to past trauma

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Empathy. Often as children, we get told to have more empathy for others. But for you that’s not the case. No. You were labelled the overly sensitive child. The one who seemed to be nicknamed the cry baby. It wasn’t your fault really. Being born into two Normie parents who didn’t understand you wasn’t going to help your situation. I’m fact your ability became a curse rather quickly. It became a weakness. Others could now use this against you and it resulted in you curling in on yourself, speaking less and less, isolating yourself completely and building walls so high that they would rival the Eiffel Tower. All until you stumbled into Nevermore. Literally.

Feeling your own emotions deeply was manageable but feeling others on top of your own made everything ten times harder than it should’ve been. Your own nerves bubbled in your lower stomach uncontrollably as you made your way to the gates of Nevermore. That’s why you didn’t see it. Overwhelmed with not only your emotions but those of the whole school as well made your head spin, eyes blurring round the corners causing you to trip over a obnoxiously large stone and fall face first down to the ground. What a great impression that is.

That day led you to the current moment in time, you’ve been teaching at Nevermore for a year now, dating Larissa for a few months. Larissa’s aura immediately drew you in, a stunning mixture of gold, pink, green and light blue and slight speckles of red all swirling together in a pattern that is so uniquely hers. You adore how each colour simply is woven into each other yet still remaining visible to your eye. It is nothing short of gorgeous and even now you know you’ll never stop being stunned by the woman.

Over the past two weeks your girlfriend has had exhaustion and irritation rolling off her aura in brutal waves due to the newest student of Nevermore. In fact, you felt like you’d hardly seen her since Wednesday had arrived at Nevermore. And whenever you did, she was drained. Wherever an Addams goes, trouble and darkness will always follow, a rumour you’d head but not had evidence of till now. The young Addams radiates black and indigo in her aura, it’s practically dripping like blood as her emotions of disinterest and annoyance seeped through. Despite not seeing the principal, you’d received many texts apologising for her lack of presence these days, reminding you she cares for you and to stay safe. Things would settle down soon. You both hoped for that. But a niggly feeling deep in your soul told you that that was simply wishful thinking.

Emotions constantly consumed you, the fear of the students impact your ability to remain neutral, to the point you were having near consistent headaches. New rules being implemented for staff and students due to what some believe is bears. Bears in the woods were believable but perhaps it was paranoia of the students effecting you or Wednesdays constant insistence over there being a monster In the woods killing people. Whatever the reason was you couldn’t do the constant headaches, anxiety hitting you like tidal waves every time you left your room, even altering your dreams now. This couldn’t go on much longer, it’s draining everyone, especially the poor Principal. Truthfully you weren’t sure what emotions were your own these day.

Shooting a quick text off to Larissa you found your shoes and jacket and got ready to leave the grounds in search of a break. Only to be stopped by a frantic round of knocks on the door of your private chambers spooked you. Instantly tapping into your ability, you knew your girlfriend was stood on the other side of the door riddled with panic causing you to make quick work of letting the woman in.

“Isa?” You puzzled, stepping back away from her slightly as the full force of her emotions hit you. “Darling! You shouldn’t leave the grounds. I can’t protect you there my love! Please don’t risk your health. I can’t imagine what would happen if-“ her own sobs choked the final words of her pleas. Tears forming in her cyan blue eyes, “I don’t like this darling girl” you couldn’t help but mumbled sadly “I need a break Isa. It’s too painful. Maybe if I can prove there’s nothing abnormal the students won’t be so paranoid. I have to try Larissa! Please for my sake let me go” you stated with the stubbornness she knew you held. Especially when it involved someone you care for. “I- I don’t like it” she whispered as her emotions clouded every word. As much as she didn’t like this, she doesn’t want you in pain either.

Warm slender fingers came to cradle your cheek as she attempted to persuade you otherwise. The blondes heart clenching with fear as you squared your jaw and pushed calming emotions into her. “I’ll be fine Isa. I promise. Just need fifteen minutes to myself away from all the madness. Larissa you must know I respect you but I need this. I’ll be back soon love” you stated before slipping under the shifters form that was blocking the doorway. You didn’t dare look back, knowing your heart would shatter into millions of tiny pieces at the hurt and anguish she was being drowned in.

One thing about Larissa Weems is she protects those within Nevermore and those who she holds dear with every fibre of her being. To see you go into the unknown alone most definitely shouldn’t be happening on her watch. But, she’d the let fear of losing you paralyse her, moments trapped in her own mind as it drew up the worst case scenarios.

The ticking sound escaping the grandfather clock seemed to be only adding to the blondes fears. You’d said fifteen minutes, by minute three she had moved back to her office and began rapidly passing the floor. A desperate attempt to calm herself was failing as she glanced again at the clock for at least the hundredth time. By minute eight, every emotion was clawing its way through the shifter inhibiting her from forming a plan. To save you from the unknown.

By minute fifteen, tears caressed pale cheeks as her chest heaved in attempt of getting enough air to fill them. You’d left. And she’d let you. Failing you in the first few months of your blossoming relationship wouldn’t booded well with her desire to love and protect you till her last breath. A lapse in her judgment that wouldn’t happen again.

As you made your way back to the grounds, shaken and sore you were immediately hit with your lovers emotions. Self hatred, solitude, love, panic, confusion and an overwhelming sadness were swirling inside of her like a mini tornado. So much so it practically made you feel more nauseous than you previously did. As you crawled into Nevermore the only thought you had was that she was right. If only you’d listened to her.

Not even bothering to knock you let yourself into the office panting slightly through the pain which caught her attention. “Are you hurt? Darling? Let me see. Are you okay? Gods don’t ever do that again! I could’ve lost you. Do you know how incredibly dangerous that is. Is that blood?” She rambled as her eyes frantically ran over your from. She immediately noted that you seemed to hold your right heel off the floor and a deep crimson stained your cheeks and left arm. Almost as if you’d been scratched by something.

“Isa” you groaned, “yes. I’m sorry. You were right” you mumbled as you tried to focus on anything but the swirling emotions that were brewing inside of you. “Stay” was all she offered as she let her long beautiful legs carry her to fetch what could only be a medical kit. Sure enough that’s exactly what she was clinging to as she moved to kneel by your saw body. “I’m sorry darling. I need to clean this up love” she murmured softly to you as she set to work on her task. A peace offering of painkillers and some bottled water to help with the physical pain. Praise flowing as she carfully cleaned and patch up the deep cuts before wrapping your ankle to help with the pain.

“Feel sick” you whimpered as she cleaned off the blood staining your cheeks. “I’ll just” she trailed off as you cut her off with a desperate plea to stay. “Please! Isa I need you here! Don’t leave me! I’m sorry, don’t go” only to be hushed and gently scooped into her arms and carried to her private quarters. From there she joined you on the bed, extra cautious of your sore body. “Okay.”

Okay. You were okay. But hurt. Alive. She reminded her self as you clung to her. She had no clue what had happened and it wasn’t her right to pry, you’d speak when you felt ready. In an effort to help with your nausea she tried to pour all her love and calming energy into you as silent tears rolled down her cheeks. You could’ve died. Left. Gone. She wouldn’t have been able to tell you she loved you. Although you knew that, she wanted the first time admitting it out loud to be perfect.

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you again” she mumbled dropping a sweet kiss to your head. You’d been silent for a while, chest rising and falling slowly with your eyes screwed shut as you hid yourself into her. Only natural she thought you’d been asleep. “I’m sorry I’ve let you down my darling. I can’t lose you. From here and now I’m going to make sure that you are safe. Better protection for you from emotions. Anything to keep you safe and happy. I- i- oh heavens how will I tell you when you are awake if i can’t say it now?’ I love you sweet girl. Always will.” She managed to stumble out before dropping another round of sweet kisses to the crown of your head. No verbal answer was given, but the onslaught of love forcing its way into her body was all that she needed to know.

You’d get through this together. She hadn’t lost you. And wouldn’t ever again. Stubbornly, you mumbled telling her she was protective of you. Only to be reminded that to Larissa Weems you are her whole world. Nothing is more important than your safety and happiness. Nothing. She’d deal with your stubbornness if you accepted her need to protect someone as precious as yourself from such a cruel world. Her love. Her life. Hopefully her wife. One day.

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just-your-casual-nerd · 2 months

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20/10 would recommend. I fucking love this sm, you did a beyond wonderful job on this darling!!!

Is your craving smut and amazing fics to get you going, check the blog out and I guarantee your gonna get lost in the sea of smut @v3nusxsky has to offer

Aaa I loved the Larissa x Lesso fic! Could you please write a fic where it's late at night and Lesso's refusing to sleep because she has to do paperwork and Larissa is trying to force her to sleep? Could be smut or fluff it's up to you!

Distractions

*authors note~ I absolutely adore writing for these two women, and on that note, Happy valentines to everyone*

Trigger warnings~ smutty stress relief bratty subby Leo dom mommy Larissa praise kink teasing nudes being sent, masturbation degrading kink, body writing orgasms denial if you squint, use of safe words cause we love consent use of toys restraints the heel of her foot 🫨 dom drop! after care etc

Prompt~see ask^^^^^

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Larissa Weems likes things to be on a schedule, to plan her day and leave just a little time in her day to relax. Normally that consists of her red headed wife curling her body into Larissa’s as they just relax on their bed. It’s Larissa’s favourite part of her day and makes waking up early the next morning bearable at most. Only recently Wednesday Addams has got in the way of this time by causing no end of mischief equating into a lot of late nights in her off sorting out the paperwork. Tonight was the first night that Wednesday hadn’t been up to her usual antics and Larissa would have to remember to thank Miss Sinclair for that. No tonight, it seemed her wife was going off her schedule.

Living at Nevermore with Larissa was easy for Leonora, to leave the school for good and evil and pass her title down to someone younger and ready for the challenge. Clarissa Dovey doing the same a few weeks prior to the red head meant Lenora could plan her move. Now a year later she had married her blonde principle and even got to teach at Nevermore for potions. Life being ever so perfect now, until Wednesday came. Now Leonora has no ill wishes to the child, but with Wednesday came Mortica. And that was someone Leonora would have no issues taking to her old doom room for a private chat. However, it’s not what Larissa wants so she stays just on the tail end of civil for her wife. That being said, recently Larissa has been too busy, they hardly see each other anymore so if acting up was going to get her attention then Lesso wouldn’t shy away from the challenge.

The plan was simple, she’d ignore Larissa for a while, it shouldn’t be that hard to drown herself into her marking. If all went to plan they’d be reconciling with one another before the nights out. What Leo didn’t count on was Larissa catching onto her little plan and deciding to play the red head at her own game.

From Larissa hinting at her wife it was time to head to the bedroom from the door way, to some fluffy texts promising kisses and cuddles, to some flirty texts. Leonora was staying strong. It didn’t matter that Larissa had offered what seemed to be a perfect night because Leonora had other plans. That’s when the small ding of her phone brought the woman out of thought.

“Darling🩵” would only be one person and that one person was in the room next to her, so why on earth would she be texting Leonora? A quick glance at the small screen showed and image that was simply heavenly to look at. Larissa adorning an emerald skimpy set of lace that was showing the perfect amount of skin to drive Leonora insane. The set happened to be one of her favourites on her wife. With no response came another picture, this time Larissa adorned a pale blue set which showed more than the first and a hand teasing her right bud, her face just out of view. God damn this woman and her ability to leave Leonora stunned. As her brain tried to form a witty response another text came in.

“If only I had my good little slut on her knees enjoying pleasing mommy”

“Well looks like you’re not interested so I’ll have to do the job myself dove”

Thinking nothing of her threats and a staying strong Lesso ignored all of this until another message came, only this time a video. Hitting play Lesso quickly felt her jaw drop to the floor, Larissa lay there in scraps of deep purple lace hardly covering anything, phone pointed up towards the mirrors that showed all the sinful things she was doing to herself as Lesso sat in the other room. Instinct had the red head making her way to their bedroom just as Larissa mewled out in pleasure.

Panting as she came back from her high Larissa was relieved to see her little show didn’t go to waste at all, half the battle was won, Leonora was now in the room and had turned to lock the door. Unsuspecting falling deeper into the trap Larissa had set. “Nice of you to join me darling” the blonde purred from the bed as she lazily licked her fingers that were coated with her juices.

“I-you pretty fuck” stuttered out of her wife causing a proud smirk to adorn Larissa’s lips. “If I’m so pretty darling, then you would’ve come to bed when I asked you to, instead you ignored mommy. What is the rule my girl?”

“Listen to mommy, look after myself for mommy, communicate emotions” she rambled off not knowing she’s accidentally broken more than one rule here. “And yet you broke all three didn’t you darling? You ignored me, you most certainly aren’t getting enough sleep by working yourself so hard and you definitely didn’t tell me how much the whole Addams situation is bothering you, did you?”

Silence and the slight drop in her wife’s head showed Larissa everything she needed to know. Leonora would submit, but it would be a fight as well. One that she was well prepared for. “Noting to say slut? Or did you just break these rules to get fucked?” Again silence followed so Larissa took the time to strip and tie the red head into her place of kneeling at the bedside. “I’ll get you to talk don’t you fret little girl, you know the rule? Mommy cums first”

And with that Larissa took her time to build herself back up to her height of pleasure while Leonora was forced to see everything in the mirror and listen to Larissa pleading for more. These stupid ties prevented any movement from her meaning the only way she would get to touch her wife is by backing down. Without realising it, she’d began to grind down against her heel, effectively soaking her heel and the floor at the sight of her wife riding out her second orgasm of the night.

“I thought you’d be a good girl for mommy Leo, but you’ve made a mess of my floor” Larissa mocked, “are you ready to behave now darling?”

“Fuck no! You ignored me all week! And now you think you get to remember and just try to punish me for no reason! This is fucking stupid Larissa. I didn’t do anything wrong but give you a taste of you own damn medicine, yet you get to look all sexy on the bed, a goddess at this point, while I’m just the lowly whore on my knees for you!” Lesso raged angry tears cascading down her cheeks.

“Check in”

“Emerald but”

“But what dove?”

“I’m sorry i didn’t mean that it’s just I missed you and now I-“

Larissa stood up to immediately untie her wife and settle her across her lap, face down, ass up. “Why are you here sweet girl?” She murmured rubbing slow circles on Leonora’s back. “Cause I broke rules” she muttered unhappily. “You did indeed my sweet girl, I understand why darling and we will talk about that later, but you don’t get to throw a fit like that” Larissa argued firmly before a couple of test strikes rained across Leonora’s backside. “How many love?”

“5 for each rule, I’m sorry mommy” guilt soaked her words now.

Larissa knows her wife’s body better than anyone else, knowing that it would take exactly seven strikes to have the red head ready to break, thirteen to have her broken down. So it was surprising that she began to cry out her apologises on strike ten.

“Shh sweet girl you’re done, all done, such a good girl for mommy aren’t you darling? All done now love” Larissa murmured readjusting her hiccuping wife in her lap. “Need 5 more” she whimpered causing Larissa to shake her head, “all done for that part darling okay? Check in with mommy please”

“Topaz” her voice wobbled as her sobs began to rise again, “I’m sorry mommy! I didn’t mean to make you stop early, I’m sorry I want to be good just no more spanks please.”

“No more spanks sweetheart, perhaps we can do something different instead of the 5 spanks hmm? Do you trust me Leo?”

“Mmhmm”

“Then go lay down darling get comfy in the middle of the bed I promise you’ll like this.”

Lesso quickly scurried to do as she was asked bring carful of her sore behind and waiting patiently for her wife. When Larissa reappeared to straddle her wife she uncapped a purple pen. “Five words, you don’t wash this off until mommy says so okay?” To which the woman nodded, she always loved wearing any marks Larissa left her with and purple was always so pretty on her skin. The other bonus was of course Larissa had body safe markers. Then Larissa began to write her chosen words on lesso chest stomach and thighs. “Dirty girl, “Bratty baby”, “Pretty whore”, “Mommys slut” and “Little whore” now adorned her body in Larissa’s beautiful penmanship. “Now sweet girl we are all done. Can mommy make you feel good sweetheart?” Consent given Larissa proceeded to provide the red head with the most toe curling orgasm she has ever experienced combining her fingers and little vibrator on her clit.

Next thing Leonora knew Larissa was gently cleaning her messy thighs, gently rolling the redhead over to apply cream to both ass cheeks in a generous amount before fetching a bottle of water and a small snack for them both. “My love? Do you need anything else?”

“No thank you Rissa”

“I’m sorry darling, I was rather harsh tonight, I’m sorry I haven’t been around love, I’ve missed you so much too. All I want is to spend some time with my wife but apparently this school has other ideas recently. I love you with all my heart please know that Leo” the emotion choked the blonde up causing her to go tense beneath Lesso.

“I know dearest. Thank you for tonight Rissa. And this now too, you listened to me when I used my safe words, Rissa that is everything and more and you even listened to my body when I didn’t know what I wanted. You helped me let my pent up emotions go darling, now I’m all light again. Thanks to my lovely wife. I’m okay my love I promise.”

“I hurt you Leo! I hurt my wife” Larissa sobbed attempting to turn away and curl in on herself. She didn’t know why this was happening or that Leonora was now comforting her when it should be the other way round, honestly feeling like a terrible dominant and a terrible wife.

“I’m okay darling, you helped me feel better. That’s a pretty good fucking wife to me, plus I got that sexy video and those pictures from this too. You are perfect my love and I won’t tolerate you feeling so miserable about yourself when you did nothing wrong at all. Now come my love we need cuddles and some rest okay?” With that the blonde rolled to once again hold her her wife, with minutes Leonora could feel her exhaustion taking over so with a sweet kiss and another reminder of her being okay the red head fell asleep in Larissa’s arms holding the blondes left hand just over heart in hopes of further reassuring her. Larissa took some time to reflect and just be before she joined her wife.

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just-your-casual-nerd · 2 months

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I love you, my personal space heater, and I'll always be your big block of ice, my love @v3nusxsky 😘♥️♥️

That's cool. My hands are naturally warm so I'm a heater during the cold, and since we live in a cold part of Britain I'm just an all hear round heater, that's why I love making my hands cold, it gives me space and alone time. It's cute how your gf uses your hands as an ice pack 😊

Also, you have a gf?!?!?

Makes sense 😂 that would come in handy during the winter, I absolutely hate being cold but I always am haha

Yes, I do! We've been together for 4 and a half years now, she betas my fics sometimes 🤭

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just-your-casual-nerd · 3 months

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My love, going to see you and being with you was the easiest decision of my life. There was no hesitation, no guilt, nothing. As soon as my feet hit the floor and I stepped off that plane and on to English soil, I knew it was the right move. And when I saw you pull up and get out of that car to see me in person for the first time, I knew I was home. You know, when you meet someone and you instantly are like, your home, your my safe place, my lover, my world. Thats you love, your all these things and more. You're my home, and nothing will ever change that. You're the one I think about every day, who's smile and laugh I crave when I have a rough day. To hear your voice makes any bad day instantly better. I could get lost staring into your beautiful eyes as they light up mischievously. You are everything I could have ever imagined and more my sweet. Happy anniversary, my beautiful love @v3nusxsky Everyday is a day closer where I can have you in my arms again, safe and sound and protected from the outside world. I love you to the moon and back again, sweetheart. Happy anniversary ♥️

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just-your-casual-nerd · 3 months

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This is amazing bro!!

Careful- Emily Prentiss X GN Reader!

Synopsis: You get injured in the field, and Emily just wants you safe.

Warnings: Descriptions of wounds but not really, Emily just takes care of you. Mostly fluff, basically a Drabble. No gender specified.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/n: I wrote this just so you guys have something while I finish this forsaken Lesso OneShot, I'm sorry it's taken me forever to get anything out. I'm currently working two jobs and saving up for my own place so I'm a bit busy Imao.

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Emily's gun had fired a loud shot, but it wasn't loud enough to cover the sound of your seared gasp.

Her one bullet had taken out the unsub, but not before he got a bullet of his own out. Only, his bullet traveled straight into your shoulder.

Her gun was still trained on his body, now being checked for a pulse by Hotch, but her eyes were trained on you.

You were clutching your shoulder, blood now oozing through your fingers, partly hunched over trying to calm your breathing.

You were used to the pain of bullets, it was nothing new to you, but that didn't make the pain any better.

"Y/n?!" Emily shouted, gaining the attention of the team.

"I'm okay! I'm okay! Let's just secure the scene and find the hostage." You stood straight once more, trying to go further into the house.

"Y/n, you've been hit! You need medical!" Morgan came up to your side.

"It's not the worst thing I've dealt with, let's go!" Everyone on the team has been shot at least a handful of times, and everyone has been abducted at least once, you can manage a shoulder hit.

"Y/l/n, wait outside for medics. That's an order." Hotch finally added.

An annoyed groan came from you but you still did as told from your superior.

You didn't wait but maybe ten minutes before two ambulances showed up, presumably one for you and one for the hostage.

Emily desperately wanted to be at your side while the ambulance took you to the hospital, but Hotch ordered her to go with the hostage to wait with her while her family arrived.

To her dismay, Emily didn't get to leave the hospital until you had already gotten a ride back to your shared townhouse.

She sped down the highway, going as fast as the car would let her. She was a federal agent, what would the state officer do even if they could pull her over?

You'd think you were barely clinging to life with the way she sped and swerved the lanes.

Truthfully, she was just concerned. She couldn't see you at the scene before you were hauled away, and then the family had to fly in from another state to see the victim. It was safe to say she was desperate to see you.

You were unsurprised to hear a car speed into the driveway. Your townhome wasn't the biggest, so you heard the tires screeching while you were in the bathroom, trying to pull off the bandage from the back of your shoulder.

Not even 10 seconds went by from the time she pulled up in the drive to the moment she was walking through the front door.

"Y/n?!" You sighed, knowing how this conversation would go. It goes the same every time one of you gets hurt.

"In here." You shouted from sitting on the vanity.

Again, not a moment passed before she was by your side.

Emily walked through the bathroom door to see you sitting on the bathroom counter, first aid supplies and wrappers all skewed around you, topless and trying to reach around to your back. To your credit, you had gotten the bandage mostly off, just some of the medical adhesive was out of your reach.

Emily could see the stitches on your shoulder, briefly looking into the mirror and seeing your exhaustion she also caught a glimpse of another bandage.

"A through and through?" Was all Emily asked, she's seen you in this situation far more times than she'd like to admit.

You merely nodded, giving into trying to take off the bloody bandage. Normally you would've left it alone, but you guessed a stitch ripped and it caused you to bleed through the bandage.

Emily wordlessly took over, you knew she would, and carefully pulled the rest of the bandage off. She paused a bit as she heard you let out a seared gasp.

"Sorry, you're good." You caught each others eyes in the mirror.

"That was stupid, Y/n," She spoke softly.

"Emily..." You groaned, you've been here before and you just wanted a clean wound so you can go to bed.

"Y/n, you knew the profile. And you still tried to reason with the guy!" Emily was annoyed but she wasn't truly surprised, you've always tried to be the voice of reason with anyone, and you've always been the one to try to keep the bullets from flying. The irony, right?

"I know, Emily! I was stupid and reckless, I've heard it before. And I'll hear it again tomorrow from Hotch when I have to write a report, just leave it. Please." This conversation was one you could recite from memory, hearing it a few times a year.

She sighed, "I know, look I'm sorry. I care about you, okay? I just want you to be more careful."

"I know you do Em, that's how I am with you too. And we both know that we both agree to be more careful until the next case comes along." Emily said nothing as she taped the clean piece of gauze onto your shoulder.

She tapped on your uninjured shoulder and you took your silent cue to turn around for her to replace the other gauze.

"You got lucky." Her tone was laced with concern and you could tell she tried to hide the little bit of impression in her face.

She was right, you managed to talk the doctors out of giving you a sling as long as you promised to take it easy. And as you said, you promise until the next case comes. Hopefully there'll be a week before the next case...

She started to say something else but you weren't paying attention to her words. You were paying attention to the way her brows furrowed with concentration as she avoided the wound while cleaning. You were focused on how she was delicate yet precise with her movements, probably from all the experience she's got.

Emily wanted to be upset with the fact that you weren't listening to her advice, but she really couldn't. It wasn't the fact that she's a broken record, telling you things you've heard hundreds of times, but the fact that you were so almost entranced by her.

Emily couldn't help but notice the look in your eye, it's the same one she has when she looks at you. How even though you were in pain, you were still mindful of her.

But that's the thing, pain or not, Emily was still the same sensitive person you fell in love with. She was your painkiller. Always there to make you feel better, regardless of the ailment.

"Thank you, Em." You said quietly as she finished up on the front piece of gauze, collecting and tossing the trash from her work and your attempt of bandaging.

"Always. I'll always be here for you." She said in the same softness you spoke in.

"You promise?" You looked her directly in those beautiful eyes.

She hesitated a bit, knowing of her past she can't guarantee anything, especially a long life with you, "I promise."

You simply smiled and rested your head on her chest. This move of yours filling her heart with the love she's always wanted, the love she never thought she deserved.

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