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I see you opened your requests hehehe. This little idea popped into my head and i can’t get it out. So it’s larissa x reader and r is the new principal since everyone thought larissa died but tn tn tnnnn she’s alive and she comes back to nevermore but only as a professor since they already hired r which doesn’t sit right with larissa and she automatically doesn’t like r. So they bicker all the time until they just hate fuck one day (how it came to that point is totally up to you) and pleaseeee i need them to fuck the shit out of eachother. Then when it’s done r admits that she would much rather just be a professor, that being principal is too much for her and she’ll back down from the position.

Anywaysss that’s it and make it as long as you want if you decide to write it :) (love all of your work btw)

A/N: I AM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK (*hides in shame*). I do hope this makes up for it, I found it very fun to write and, though it took a different turn than I'd originally planned, I am happy with how it turned out! And thank you so much 🤍

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Larissa Weems x f!reader

Words: ~ 7.5k | ao3 link in title

Content/warnings: angst, lots of bickering and arguments, enemies to lovers (sorta), unhealthy relationship / power dynamic, coma, mentions of ptsd/anxiety??, nsfw (smut): hate sex, rough sex, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, marking

Principal of Nevermore Academy: it certainly had a nice ring to it.

The past years all led up to this: after finishing university and getting your masters in education, you’d scored a teaching position at a school for outcasts in California. Being an outcast yourself, you were grateful for the opportunity that had opened up - teaching was a passion of yours, certainly, but teaching outcasts, kids like you, that was a dream come true. Eventually, you took over assistant principal duties at the school and you had to admit you liked the change of pace, being involved in the administrative side of things for once.

During your time in California, you’d set your eye on Nevermore Academy - another prestigious school for outcasts, the first school of its kind. And when you’d heard of an opening for a new principal? You just had to apply. The position was posted at rather short notice - apparently, there had been an incident involving the previous principal, who’d been in a coma for weeks and hadn’t shown any signs of recovering. They needed to find someone to fill in for the new school year - fast - and, as though it were fate, your application was immediately accepted.

The school year at Nevermore had been going on for a few weeks now and your new office was finally starting to feel like your own. You’d made a few changes in decoration - some of the prior principal’s decor was a bit odd for your taste. But you were settling in well, getting to know your duties and connecting with your staff and students.

You were just catching up on some emails as the door to your office flew open, rattling in its hinges and causing you to jump, your heart racing.

“Jesus, you scared me! Haven’t you heard of knocking?” You fixed your gaze on the woman who had so unceremoniously barged into your office and was now taking long strides towards your desk. She was a stunning woman - tall, with long legs; dressed to the nines; her hair nearly white and perfectly coiffed to accentuate her cheekbones; her eyes deep blue and sparkling with a deep fury.

“I don’t have to knock to enter my own office,” the woman hissed, her tone venomous.

Your brows knit together in confusion and you squinted at her, your mind going a mile a minute. Now that you thought of it, she did look vaguely familiar… Who the fuck- oh. Oh.

“You’re the former principal, aren’t you? I thought you were in a coma?” You figured the polite thing to do would be to ask how she’s doing, show some sign of concern, but she looked perfectly fine to you - and she didn’t seem in the mood to engage in small-talk, anyway - so you bit your tongue.

The woman’s eyes flashed dangerously, her upper lip twitching as she tilted her head. “Principal Weems. Headmistress of Nevermore Academy. Now if you’d be so kind as to get out of my chair…”

You stood slowly, placing your hands on your desk and leaning forward. While you didn’t quite match her height, you’d be damned if you let yourself be intimidated - you’d worked too hard for this position, wished for it too much, you wouldn’t let her take it from you, no matter who she thought she was.

“I’ve been appointed principal of Nevermore. This is now my office. If you have an issue with that, I’d like to kindly refer you directly to the school board.” You paused, raising an eyebrow and sorting some papers on your desk. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have meetings to prepare for.”

Principal Weems glowered down at you and you glared up at her, neither one of you seeming to want to back down. Her eyes flicked between your own, blazing with fury and passion in equal measure. Abruptly and without another word, she turned on her heel and stormed out of your office, slamming the door behind her.

Your eyes followed her every move as you stared after her, your heart thundering in your chest. The nerve of that woman. This was definitely not something you’d planned for - you hoped she wouldn’t cause too much trouble with the school board.

~~~

As expected, you received a call from the school board the next day - it seemed that the former principal had caused a bit of an uproar after she’d left your office. The head of the school board informed you that Ms. Weems, formerly Principal Weems, would be appointed to Nevermore as a history teacher. You figured the decision was made due to her connection with the school, but also to keep the peace. Even based on your short interaction from the previous day, you could guess the kind of hell she’d raised after leaving your office.

Given that her former quarters, which had been locked up for the time being, were attached to your new office, Ms. Weems would be appointed new quarters in the teacher’s hall as well until the end of the school year. What this meant, however, was that she would have to come by your office to pick some of her things up from her old quarters - which you were not looking forward to.

It was nearing 5 pm on a Friday - you still had a pile of administrative paperwork waiting to be completed, but you couldn’t concentrate for the life of you. You’d already cut your lunch break short to deal with the shenanigans of some students, and with the weekend so close your motivation to read through the documents the mayor had sent you was at an all time low. Slipping your phone from your pocket, you decided a break - just a short distraction, really - was in order, and started to scroll through your socials.

The door to your office creaked open - you figured it was a student who needed something and raised your head to reprimand them for forgetting to knock, only to be met with the sight of Ms. Weems. Larissa, as you’d read in her file. A beautiful name for an admittedly beautiful woman - too bad she seemed intent on loathing you. She stopped in the doorway, her lips curling into a disapproving frown.

“Hard at work, I see,” she sneered, closing the door behind her and giving you a once over, her eyes full of disdain as they lingered on the cell phone in your hands.

“I hardly see how this is any of your business,” you replied, your voice hard as you scowled back at her. Two could play at this game. “And if I may be so blunt, it’s rather rude not to knock before you enter someone else’s office. Particularly when that person is your superior.”

The blonde’s features hardened even further, her expression changing from disdainful to downright icy.

“Do not underestimate my connections in this town, Ms. Y/L/N. It would be a shame to see you lose your new position so suddenly.” Her voice was condescending, sickeningly sweet with a razor sharp edge to it - you tightened your grip on your phone, your knuckles turning white as you felt your heart begin to pound viciously.

“Is that a threat, Ms. Weems? And, while we’re on the subject of my position, I would prefer if you would address me as Principal Y/L/N from now on.”

“Not a threat. A promise.”

With that, she swept past your desk with an elegant yet powerful stride, swiftly unlocking the door to her former quarters and disappearing inside.

After what seemed like ages, Larissa emerged with two massive suitcases. You tried to ignore her and concentrate on your work, but it seemed she was deliberately being as noisy as possible, and that made it increasingly difficult to focus on anything else.

“You know what?” You stood from your desk, shutting your laptop and grabbing your phone and keys. “I’m going to head out to get some dinner. You just figure this” you gestured vaguely towards her quarters as you crossed the office “out.”

“Chivalrous,” Larissa remarked sarcastically as your hand rested on the doorknob - you turned and raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve been nothing but rude to me since the second we met. You want help? Call your friends or connections or something.” With that, you disappeared into the corridor, slamming the poor door behind you and missing the way Larissa’s face fell.

~~~

By the time you got back to your office late that night to lock up (and you’d taken your sweet time, not in the mood for any more altercations), Larissa was gone.

You barely slept that night - you were restless, tossing and turning constantly. You hated arguing with people - particularly your colleagues, which Larissa now was. Tomorrow was to be her first full day back at Nevermore, and it left you feeling unsettled and anxious.

Against all odds, the following morning was a quiet one. You’d half expected Larissa to barge into your office before lunchtime to scream at you about something, but no such outburst occurred. You’d gotten ahead of yourself, however - late that afternoon, the door to your office burst open, the tall blonde once again stalking towards your desk.

“Still having problems with the concept of knocking, I see,” you hissed, clenching your teeth.

Larissa glowered down at you, completely disregarding your statement - save for the subtle twitch of her upper lip.

“You really should adjust your tone when speaking with your staff, Principal Y/L/N.” She spat the word 'principal' at you as if it were laced with venom. “One might otherwise get the impression that you don’t respect them.” The right corner of Larissa’s lips curled up slightly into a condescending smile, and you felt a raging heat begin to boil in the pit of your stomach.

“It’s clear you don’t respect me, Ms. Weems,” you replied as coolly as you could. “But we both know that insulting me, no matter how much joy it may bring you, is not the reason you barged into my office. So. Why are you really here?”

“The planning of this year’s Rave’N.”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning back in your chair and clasping your hands together on your lap as you waited for Larissa to continue.

“As you may know, Nevermore Academy has been built on a centuries old history of tradition. I have spent my career upholding those traditions that make up the very heart of this school, to uplift our students, our faculty, and our community.”

You ran your tongue along your upper teeth - you already knew where she was going with this, and you had to fight the urge to groan and roll your eyes.

“So imagine my surprise, and dare I say disappointment, when I found out that our new dearly beloved principal was planning on canceling the Rave’N. An activity that our students greatly look forward to and that is essential to this school’s extra-curricular framework…” Larissa trailed off, her own eyebrow quirked in challenge as icy blue eyes flashed dangerously.

Taking a moment to collect yourself, you let out a long sigh - God, this woman was irritating. “Ms. Weems, I have absolutely no intention of canceling the Rave’N. I am, however - as you may have heard - postponing it until the spring. I’m not certain where you got your information, but you may want to check your sources before you go around rashly pointing fingers at people.”

Larissa folded her arms defensively across her chest, her cheeks slowly turning red in hue. “The Rave’N has been held on the same weekend every year for nearly 200 years. What made you decide to break tradition?”

“It’s my humble opinion, Ms. Weems, that it isn’t working well at all. The Rave’N, the way it has traditionally been held, has consistently taken place a few short weeks before end of semester exams, squeezed unceremoniously between other events that are far more important for the Academy. The Poe Cup, for one - which is steeped in history, as you may rightfully agree, and which encourages healthy competition amongst our students. And, of course, Parent’s Weekend, which is essential for nurturing our wider outcast-community and involving our dear parents and alumni. The Rave’N, in contrast, is a frivolous school dance which, whilst certainly entertaining, wastes precious time that students could spend studying for their exams.”

Larissa looked like she was damn close to exploding on the spot. Her nostrils flared as she stared you down, her expression nothing short of disdain and utter disgust. When she spoke, red lips curled around brilliantly white teeth, which flashed dangerously in the light of the setting sun from the window behind you.

“I will not have you ruining this school, a place I have devoted my entire existence to, whilst you waltz in here and decide that it isn’t up to your arbitrary standards. Just because you don’t have the experience required to run a school and juggle multiple events at once, does not mean that they have been poorly planned. Rather, I believe this situation reflects your own shortcomings as an administrator.”

“Fine.” You grit your teeth - you’d have fired the woman on the spot if she hadn’t weaseled her way in through the school board. “You want to have your precious Rave’N this fall? You plan it then. I, however, want no part in it.”

Larissa let out a snort. “It’s nothing I can’t manage. And not to worry, I’ll leave you out of it.” With that, she turned and stalked back to the door, her hips swaying in an irritatingly tantalizing way - it made you furious.

“Oh, and Ms. Weems? If you barge into my office to insult me one more time, I will not hesitate to take this up with the school board.”

Larissa’s shoulders tensed and her hand paused on the door handle - then she yanked the door open and, once again, slammed it behind her.

Ridiculous.

~~~

Although Larissa had since refrained from bursting into your office unannounced for a verbal sparring match, the bickering continued full-force. You’d hoped it would get better as time went on, but the opposite proved to be true.

Thoughts of Larissa had begun to plague you wherever you went. You couldn’t avoid her - she was everywhere. She argued with you during every staff meeting, made a point to pass you in the hall every chance she got, chose a seat directly within your line of vision during lunchtime - taunting you wherever you went. You’d started to hide in your office during breaks simply to find some reprieve.

You’d even lie awake in bed at night, unable to get the infuriating blonde out of your head. The worst part was, it wasn’t just your anger and anxiety over the arguments and the disrespect that kept you from sleeping - it was the fact that, despite it all, you couldn’t get over the strange pull that you felt towards this woman, even as you’d begun to hide from her like a coward.

She was driving you utterly mad, in every sense of the word. When she argued with you, baring her teeth, her face contorted with rage, you wanted to slap her. Then, and it took you a few sleepless nights to admit it to yourself, you wanted to kiss her - you wanted to consume her, to smudge her lipstick and litter her body in purple marks, to push her up against a wall and fuck the rage out of her. You wanted to see the arrogant, furious, domineering Larissa Weems turn into a needy little slut, utterly at your mercy and begging you to cum, to please, please, let me cum-

You groaned in frustration, slipping a hand under the covers and into your underwear. Your cunt was absolutely drenched and you couldn’t take it anymore, rubbing hard and fast circles around your clit as you felt both shame and pleasure overwhelm you. Your imagination was your best friend as you pictured Larissa: her face flushed, her lipstick smeared down her chin, her milky thighs trembling and clenching around your hand as she rode your fingers - sinful moans being ripped from her throat because of you.

Your orgasm washed over you as you reached your peak - it came and went, and you pulled your fingers from your underwear and wiped them on the sheets. Embarrassment and regret welled up inside of you as you laid there alone in the darkness of your quarters, unable to stop your thoughts from drifting towards a certain former principal and what she might be doing in her quarters.

Sleeping, probably, you thought bitterly.

~~~

Each week proved to be more trying than the last, and you found yourself, more nights than not, lying awake until ungodly hours thinking about Larissa - touching yourself because of Larissa. The harder she made your life, the more you seemed to be consumed by her - and then, the next hurdle was thrown your way.

Part of your duty as principal was, of course, conducting performance evaluations of your staff. Since you were new at Nevermore and unfamiliar with the staff members, you’d had to pop into parts of their classes to observe and get a feel for their teaching - and most of the teachers welcomed this with open arms.

Larissa Weems was not like most of the teachers, though. Given how often she’d shown up in your office unannounced, you’d had no qualms about randomly popping into her last class of the day, closing the door gently behind you and taking a seat in the back row.

Larissa stopped teaching immediately, her proud, tender smile slipping from her face when she saw your face among the sea of students. “Can I help you, Principal Y/L/N?” Her voice quavered slightly, and the students turned around curiously, their eyes darting between you and Larissa.

“Don’t mind me, Ms. Weems,” you said with a forced smile. “I’m just observing for today. Just pretend I’m not even here.” You gave her a wink which had her lip twitching and her nostrils flaring - the tension between the two of you did not go unnoticed by the students, who were eerily quiet as Larissa resumed her lesson.

Before you’d made your presence known, Larissa had been smiling so warmly at her students - it was obvious how much she cared for them, and the energy in her classroom had felt inviting and kind. The shift in energy when you’d sat down was alarming - Larissa had turned into an ice queen almost instantly. You could tell she felt uncomfortable and tense, and her teaching was robotic and distracted. Her students didn’t seem to be very engaged either - it seemed that her mood had rubbed off on them, and a feeling of unease blanketed the room.

When the lesson was over, Larissa immediately turned to her desk to pack her things, her students filing out of the room in silence.

“Ms. Weems, I’d like to see you in my office in twenty minutes, please. I have something I’d like to discuss with you.” You didn’t wait for a reply before slipping out of the classroom and hurrying to your office.

~~~

Exactly twenty minutes later, a low knock sounded on your door - you were almost pleasantly surprised, but then Larissa barged in anyway, without waiting for you to respond, and you felt a twinge of annoyance bubble up inside of you.

“You wanted to see me.” Larissa grit her teeth as she stalked up to your desk.

“I did. Please, have a seat.”

Larissa ignored your offer and you let out a heavy sigh. “I must say, I was really disappointed this afternoon. The energy in your classroom was bordering on hostile and you made all of us feel very uncomfortable. I wouldn’t say that’s exactly conducive to learning and-”

“What were you even doing in my classroom?” Larissa hissed.

“I have been getting to know our faculty and their teaching methods better. It has worked quite well with your peers, however this afternoon was… eye-opening for me. What disappointed me the most, Ms. Weems, was that I caught a glimpse of you teaching as I entered the room, and it was… lovely. You care about your students, you really do, and I believe you to be a capable and nurturing teacher - your student’s grades prove as much.” You stood and rounded your desk, coming to stand in front of Larissa. “But the way your demeanor shifted when I joined your class… The way you refuse to work with me - it cannot continue like this.”

Larissa took a step forward, into your personal space. You could practically feel the white-hot anger radiating off of her in waves - it completely engulfed you. “You humiliated me in front of an entire class of my students and I-”

“Oh, shut up, Larissa!”

The blonde looked visibly shocked at the sudden use of her first name, the way it rolled off your tongue. Her pupils widened and her cheeks flushed - it was as if a switch had flipped inside of her as her eyes began to narrow and her lips curled into a sneer, electricity crackling between your bodies.

“Make me.”

That was it - the last straw. The heat you felt coursing through your veins was too much to bear, and without a single thought of consequences, you crashed your lips into Larissa’s, your hands immediately resting on her hips and tugging her closer.

The blonde let out a wanton moan as your tongue wasted no time in swiping at her lips, begging for entry - which she granted you without hesitation. Her tongue immediately met your own, licking into your mouth with a desperate sort of passion as she pushed her body flush against yours. Her left hand fisted at the collar of your shirt, pulling you closer and closer as her right hand threaded itself tightly through your hair, holding you in place.

The tension surrounding the both of you was growing thicker by the second, a hot coil winding itself tightly in your abdomen and lighting your entire body aflame. With a step forward, you had Larissa pinned between you and the edge of your desk. A little push was all she needed to topple back onto it, pulling you with her.

Larissa’s hands shot out to catch herself before her back hit the wood, and your lips disconnected for a moment. Her hot breath was heavy against your face and you looked up to see Larissa’s gaze fixed intently on your own, her eyes heavy-lidded and her pupils dilated so that there was barely a sliver of blue visible.

Her lipstick was smudged, smeared across her chin, just like in your fantasies, and for a moment you froze, like a deer caught in headlights.

You, the prey, and Larissa, the predator.

A wicked smile formed on her lips as she realized your predicament.

“Thought you could just fuck the attitude out of me, did you?” she purred, baring her teeth. You swallowed thickly, your eyes glued to her kiss-swollen lips, your heart pounding so fast you thought it might burst.

Even leaning back with her ass resting on your desk, she still towered over you. Her height had never intimidated you before but for a moment it gave you pause - you felt so very small. That moment was enough for Larissa to realize she had the upper hand, enough for her to slide her palm over the outside of your thigh, enough for her nimble fingers to tug the fabric of your skirt upwards until it was resting snugly above your hips, your panties on display for her.

“How naive of you,” she murmured as her fingers came to rest on your abdomen - you shivered at the touch - before slipping into the waistband of your underwear. You felt your cheeks burn as Larissa slid two fingers between your folds - you were so wet for her already, and the thought embarrassed you.

Larissa hummed quietly as she began to tease your slit, taking her time exploring your sex and gathering your juices on the pads of her fingers. When she finally soothed her fingers over your clit, you let out a strangled gasp, your hands coming to rest on her shoulders and squeezing tightly as your eyes fluttered shut.

Your clit was so sensitive, like every casual brush of her fingers could send you over the edge - but they didn’t. Just when you thought you might cum, her fingers left the little bundle of nerves and slid down your slit, towards your entrance.

She slipped the tip of her finger in, just to the first knuckle, before retracting and circling your entrance with a featherlight touch. Your nails dug into Larissa’s shoulders as you bucked your hips into her hand, whimpering desperately.

“So needy already and I’ve barely touched you,” Larissa tutted. “Tell me, have you pictured this before? Have you craved it?” Condescension dripped from her lips but you couldn’t find it in you to care - in fact, if anything, you felt the coil in your belly tighten and you ground your hips harder into her hand.

“Y-yes,” you whimpered. There was no point in lying to Larissa, not with how wet you were - and you would do just about anything to cum right now.

Without warning, Larissa plunged her finger into your hole, chuckling at the moan that clawed its way from deep within you. After a few pumps of her finger, she added a second digit and began to match the thrusts of your hips as she fucked you.

She curled her fingers upwards, going deeper this time and causing you to thrust forward so violently you nearly slid to the floor. Her reflexes were quick and she steadied you with her free arm, a smirk growing on her face.

Whatever power trip she was on, you didn’t care to stop her as her lips crashed into yours, her tongue all but forcing its entry into your mouth and asserting dominance. You felt entirely at her mercy as you felt yourself teeter on the edge of pleasure, your mind going fuzzy as Larissa’s fingers hit all the right spots inside you. What finally sent you over the edge was the way her thumb brushed over your clit at just the right moment, her fingers stroking your walls.

You clenched around her as you came, the coil in your belly snapping. Your moans were swallowed by the blonde, who seemed unable to keep her lips off your own, kissing and licking and gently nipping.

Your hands slid from Larissa’s shoulders to her waist, steadying yourself as you pulled back from the kiss. Larissa slipped her hand out of your underwear, her fingers glistening with your arousal - she brought them to her mouth and made a show of placing them on her tongue, licking and sucking and letting out a satisfied hum.

She watched you watch her, a smug grin growing on her face as your own cheeks flushed at the vulgar noises she was making. It was almost too much to bear, and you felt your frustration return with full force as Larissa pushed herself off the desk, holding her head high and smoothing the wrinkles in her dress. You would be damned if you let Larissa fuck you and then go on disrespecting you and making you feel awful about yourself.

“You thought we were done here?” You squared your shoulders and glared at Larissa in challenge - she quirked an eyebrow, looking slightly taken aback. “After all that, you would deny me the opportunity to return the favor?”

Larissa’s breathing quickened and you smirked as you leaned in to kiss her jaw. Your lips trailed lower, down the side of her neck, and she tilted her head back to give you better access as your teeth found her pulse point. You could feel her pulse hammering away as your lips latched onto her neck, sucking until her skin had been marked deep red.

Your hands found her hips and you moved down her body until your face was level with her thighs. You could feel Larissa’s gaze upon you as you slid her dress upwards to reveal her underwear - her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge of the desk. There was a wet spot at the center of her underwear and you leant in, slowly dragging your tongue over the fabric and drawing a breathy groan from Larissa’s chest.

“And here you had me thinking I was the only one who was so wet right now,” you teased, your tongue finding Larissa’s clit through her underwear and giving it a gentle kitten lick, causing her to buck her pelvis into your mouth.

“So impatient…” You glanced up at Larissa’s face to see her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving as she glowered down at you. She made no move to stop you, however - quite the contrary, as she began to roll her hips against your tongue.

As much as you wanted to go on teasing her forever, you also felt a desperate urge to get a taste of the woman before you, so you hooked your fingers under the waistband of her underwear and pulled it down her long legs. You hooked her thighs over your shoulders, unable to stop yourself from moaning as you watched Larissa’s glistening folds spread for you.

You began to place wet, open-mouthed kisses to the insides of Larissa’s thighs, alternating between each leg and reveling in the way her thighs began to tremble beneath your lips. Smirking, you bit her thigh - right next to the entrance to her pussy. Larissa hissed and yanked your head back by the hair, her eyes flashing violently. Behind the aggression, there was a pool of unfettered desire already unspooling. Larissa was coming apart at the seams before your very eyes, and you could tell by her anger that it was unsettling to her.

The very thought emboldened you. “Well if it isn’t the former principal of Nevermore, turned into a needy little slut for me.”

Your words had the desired effect - Larissa mewled and bucked her hips towards your mouth. You took the opportunity to dive right in, the scent of her arousal filling your nostrils and making you feel dizzy with want as your tongue dragged its way up her slit. She tasted absolutely divine and you let out a satisfied hum that vibrated against her pussy and drew a deep moan from her chest.

Larissa’s fingers wound themselves even tighter in your hair as your tongue began to draw lazy circles around her clit, smearing your saliva and her arousal around the sensitive bud. You began to alternate between licking and sucking, wrapping your lips around her clit and flicking your tongue over it - experimenting with different paces and amounts of pressure to find out which drew the most sinful moans from the blonde’s lips, which made her thighs begin to tremble around your head.

You found it easy to lose yourself in Larissa - in her taste, her scent, the noises she was making, the way her pussy felt against your tongue and the way her hand felt against your head. You lapped hungrily at her cunt, your own desire burning hot within you as you felt Larissa barrel closer and closer to the edge - if the shaking of her legs and the volume of her groans was anything to go by.

Glancing up to catch a glimpse of her face, you dipped your tongue into her entrance, feeling her walls clench. A fire seemed to burn in her eyes as she came undone. You could tell how badly she wanted you by the way her lips parted as she gazed down at you, the way her tongue grazed her lower lip, the way the exposed part of her chest was red with anticipation. Her head lolled slowly back and her eyes fluttered shut, and you continued to lick and suck through her orgasm.

Larissa let go of your hair and slumped back onto the desk, her breathing labored. You let out a satisfied hum as you licked the arousal off the insides of her thighs, then gently unhooked her legs from your shoulders and stood, leaning over the desk and smirking down at her.

She lay back against the desk, staring at the ceiling. When you came into her line of vision, she tilted her head towards you and met your gaze, a strange expression on her face.

“I need to leave,” she whispered hoarsely, her eyes wide and glassy.

You opened your mouth to speak but before you could get a word out, Larissa had pushed herself up and pushed past you, pulling her dress down with one hand as she stooped down to grab her underwear with the other hand. She balled it into her fist, hiding it from view as she hurried to the door.

“Lari-” Slam.

Larissa was gone, leaving you to slump down in the armchair across from your desk, your chest heaving and your mind racing.

~~~

After a night of tossing and turning, you woke to an email from Larissa in your inbox.

Ms. Y/L/N,

Unfortunately, I am feeling a bit under the weather today, and am unable to teach my afternoon classes. Please do be so kind as to find a suitable replacement.

Regards,

L. Weems

Something wasn’t sitting right with you. Your stomach churned as you read the email over and over again, and it didn’t stop as you brushed your teeth, nor as you got dressed, nor as you settled at your desk with a cup of coffee.

You couldn’t get the previous day out of your head, and two things stuck out in your mind most of all:

Firstly, the little glimpse of Larissa that you’d caught when you’d first entered her classroom. The warmth, the genuine smile directed at her students, the encouraging tone to her voice. It was a side of Larissa that you hadn’t been privy to at all, and it made your heart ache - making you wish, even if just for a moment, that she could someday afford you that same warmth, that that brilliant smile of hers could be directed at you.

And secondly, the way those few moments made you realize how much you missed teaching. You’d always felt that your greatest purpose in life was to guide young outcasts and help them achieve their own goals, just as your teachers had done for you. And right now, as principal, you weren’t doing much of that at all. Maybe Larissa was right - maybe you weren’t cut out for the administrative side of things. The constant push and pull, the political bullshit, making all these decisions for the good of the school and being left so very unsure of yourself, with so little time to dedicate to the students you loved so much.

Your mind was replaying your last interaction with Larissa - the look in her eyes, how she’d left in such a hurry. Something was definitely off, and you wouldn’t rest until you’d sorted it out.

Shutting your laptop and abandoning your coffee, you grabbed your keys and made your way to the teacher’s quarters.

~~~

“Ms. Weems?” you called out, rapping your knuckles against the door to her quarters.

Silence.

“Ms. Weems?”

…

“Larissa?” you tried, knocking again.

This time, a soft shuffling could be heard, followed by the click of a lock, before the door opened just a crack, revealing one side of Larissa’s face, cast in shadow - it seemed she had the curtains drawn, and you suddenly felt guilty in case you’d woken her.

“Didn’t you receive my email, Ms. Y/L/N?” There was no hard edge to Larissa’s voice - she simply sounded exhausted.

“I, uh… I did, yes. I’m sorry if I woke you. I just wanted to check in and see if there’s anything I could do for you.” And talk, you added in your head. “Could I please come in?”

Larissa stared at you for a moment. Then a moment more. Then, she opened the door just a crack more and allowed you to step inside her quarters.

The curtains were indeed drawn, though the second that Larissa closed the door behind you, she hurried to the window and opened them to let in some light. She looked pristine as ever - not a hair out of place, makeup done to perfection, clothing free of wrinkles. She didn’t look ill at all. The only indication that she may have been curled up in bed was the untidy way her sheets were made up, as if she’d pulled them up and fluffed them in a haste.

Larissa’s eyes followed your gaze to her bed and she quickly took a step to the side, blocking it partially from view.

“Have you come to inspect how I keep my quarters now, as well?” she asked, an iciness seeping back into her tone. “I didn’t realize that was any of your concern as principal, Ms. Y/L/N.”

You shook your head lightly, finding yourself suddenly at a loss for words. “I… no. No, it’s not. That’s actually not why I’m here. Could you… um, could you please call me Y/N?”

Larissa scoffed and crossed her arms across her chest. “Alright. Y/N. Why are you here then?”

Your teeth sank into your lower lip as your mind whirred with all the things you wanted to say, all the things you wanted to know.

“What happened yesterday?” you whispered finally.

“You were there, were you not?” Larissa said with an incredulous snort. “Or would you like a quick recap?”

“No, I mean… I mean when you left.”

“I wasn’t feeling well.”

“You look fine to me,” you challenged with a raised eyebrow.

Larissa’s face hardened. “Your lack of empathy is absolutely astounding, Y/N.”

“Well considering the fact that you never actually opened up to me, it’s no-”

“Opened up to you?” Larissa scoffed. “I didn’t realize we were friends. Why should I speak with you about personal matters that don’t concern you?”

You opened your mouth - then promptly closed it again. Larissa was right, of course. You weren’t friends, and what she was or wasn’t going through was, of course, none of your business. That somehow didn’t stop you from wanting to know, though. As infuriating as the woman had proven to be since you’d met, you couldn’t help but desperately wish for things to be different than they were.

“You’re right. You don’t have to tell me anything. I just… I came by to tell you that I’m giving up my position. I’m going to call the school board this afternoon to quit, and I’m telling them that they should hire you back instead.”

The words left your mouth in a rush, and you felt so much lighter the second they did. Larissa’s lips parted, her eyes wide as she tried to process the information. You waited but she didn’t say anything, and so you turned to leave.

Just before you reached the door, Larissa found her voice. It was low and shaky, barely audible - but her quarters were so quiet you’d have heard a pin drop.

“I heard everything.”

Your brows knit together in confusion and you turned to see Larissa perch herself at the edge of her bed, her gaze trained on the floor in front of her.

“I don’t understand,” you whispered. “What did you hear?”

“It took ages for them to find me. When I woke up, I knew I was in the hospital because of the noises around me. Only I wasn’t awake, not really.” Larissa’s voice sounded bitter and subdued, her fingers twitched from where she was playing with them in her lap. “I heard people speaking to me. Then about me. And about Nevermore. And I couldn’t… I couldn’t say or do anything. I could only listen.”

Your heart was thumping erratically in your chest and you took a tentative step towards Larissa. “Who was speaking? Your friends, when they visited you?”

Larissa let out a shaky sigh, her eyelids fluttering shut. “Tell me, Y/N, how much time have you had to maintain your friendships since starting your position?”

The question confused you, and you drank in Larissa’s tense body language, her pained expression. Then you realized what she meant - her friends, if she even had any, hadn’t seemed to visit her at all, and a wave of guilt washed over you, so intense that you took a seat next to Larissa on the bed.

She opened her eyes and peered over at you, seeming to take your silence as a form of acknowledgment. “Some students visited in the first days - Miss Addams and Miss Sinclair, mostly, Miss Barclay once or twice. Later it was school administrators - trying to figure out what to do with me, I suppose, whether or not to…” Larissa trailed off into silence, letting out a shuddering breath as her eyes darted about the room.

Without thinking, you leant in and pressed your lips to Larissa’s cheek - you felt her tense up and pulled back as quickly as you could, your own cheeks turning scarlet.

“I-I’m so sorry,” you stuttered, scrambling to your feet.

A hand curled around your wrist, stilling you in your movements. “Don’t be,” Larissa whispered.

“Do you want me to go?” you asked anxiously.

Larissa looked up at you with wide, watery eyes. “Could you stay? Just for a few minutes. Please.”

You nodded, sitting back down next to Larissa and resting your hand face up on her lap - an offering which she accepted, placing her hand in your own and interlacing your fingers.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice shaky.

You gave Larissa’s hand a gentle squeeze, and the two of you sat in silence for what felt like hours, your hands intertwined. Strangely, you felt more at peace in that moment than you had since starting at Nevermore, and Larissa seemed to be getting more comfortable as well, even resting her cheek on your shoulder at one point.

The moment you left her quarters that afternoon, you pulled your phone out of your pocket to call the school board.

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It was with a heavy heart that you hauled your suitcase onto your bed and unzipped it. Leaving Nevermore would be bittersweet for you - as much as you would miss the school you’d been dying to work at your entire life, you knew you were doing the right thing - for yourself, for Larissa, and for Nevermore.

You opened your wardrobe and began placing your clothes into your open suitcase when you heard a knock on the door to your quarters.

“It’s open,” you called out, and the door creaked as it swung open to reveal Larissa. “Hi,” you said with a shy smile, which Larissa returned hesitantly.

“I’ve just received a call from the school board and gotten everything sorted out. Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

You smiled softly at the principal. “I think I have some idea.”

Larissa’s cheeks turned pink and she looked away, her eyes darting around your room before landing on the mess on your bed. “Do you want to leave?” she asked, her voice soft and curious.

You chuckled nervously and gave her a light shrug. “I don’t know if I would say I want to leave, but I don’t see what choice I have without a job here. Unless you’re renting out rooms…?”

Larissa chuckled. “Actually, a position has opened up for a new history teacher,” she said. “I’ve taken the liberty of looking into your employment history and I think you’d be a great asset to our staff.”

Your eyes widened. “Really? You would hire me?”

“Yes,” Larissa said firmly. “I would. If you’d like to stay, that is…”

“Yes!” you all but shouted. “Sorry… yes. I would love to, that would be amazing. Thank you, Larissa.”

Larissa nodded, smiling softly. Your eyes fell to the large suitcase that was standing just behind Larissa, and you cocked your head to the side in question.

“The school board has agreed to allow me to take over my old quarters,” Larissa supplied as her gaze followed your own.

“Ah. I see.”

You fidgeted in place and Larissa watched you curiously for a moment. When she realized you weren’t going to say anything else, she gave you a curt nod and placed a hand on the handle of her suitcase. “I’ll leave you to it, then,” she said softly. “Perhaps we can set up a meeting this week to get you acquainted with your new position.”

You nodded, your stomach doing a little somersault as your heartbeat began to pick up just a tad. Larissa took a step back into the hallway and started to pull the door closed behind her.

“Larissa, wait.”

The blonde froze in her movements, her brow furrowing as her gaze shot up to meet your own. You swallowed thickly.

“Do you want help? Moving all your stuff back?”

You held your breath as Larissa stared. Then, her face lit up with a bright, beautiful smile, red lips curling up at the edges and sparkling blue eyes crinkling at the outer corners.

“I would love that.”

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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

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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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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wifeofwandamaximoff · 2 months

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Te Amo

(Larissa Weems x Addams!Reader)

A/N: This is my first series! Also sorry for taking so long to update, im just feeling lazy...

Warnings: None I dont think.

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"My little storm cloud I proud of you", father says to me. I just stared at him. I then looked at mother who had a sweet smile and was looking at me with adoring eyes.

"I only accepted to go to Nevermore because Wednesday is going as well." I said flatly to mother and father.

"Speaking of which, would you like to be in the same dorm as Wednesday?" Mother said while looking at me with loving eyes.

I just stare at her with a cold glare before looking out the window to see Nevermore approaching. The car then stopped and mother and father got out while Lurch started to take out my luggage. I just sat in the car waiting until Lurch got all my stuff out and then got out of the car. Keeping a big distance away from my parents.

My parents started to walk into the school, hand in hand with each other which made me want to stab my eyes with my own nails. From that disgusting sight of affection

I proceeded to follow them quietly, my footsteps soft and quiet. After a bit of walking my parents and I all stopped at a large door which I assumed was an office of my new principal. Since the doors were so huge and it was in its own separate hall.

Mother knocked on the door and from the other side there was a soft angelic voice saying "Come in!"

My parents then open the doors and stride in together. As I follow them with a cold and bored gaze, my eyes land on a gorgeous woman. I looked at the gold name plaque that said, "Principal Weems."

"Its been so long Larissa" , mother said with a smile while both of them sit in a chair while I stand in the middle between them.

"It has Morticia." Larissa said with a big smile, too big to be real and sincere.

"Now, we have put Belladonna in the same dorm as Wednesday as requested, she will also have most of her classes with her sister as well." Larissa said while looking at a file. I looked between mother and father and saw them happily smiling which made me want to stick their mouths closed for eternity.

"You hear that my storm cloud?! You and your sister will be together like you used to be." Father said happily. I give him a glare which makes him smile.

"But, we do not want any calls from Larissa saying you have destroyed this school Belladonna Addams." Mother said sternly which makes me give her a small smirk.

Larissa raises an eyebrow at me when mother mentioned destroying a school. I just stare at her with an empty gaze before there was a knock on the office doors.

"Come in!" Weems said before the doors opened and I saw my sister along with a girl with blonde hair and a bit of pink and blue. My sister quickly walked up to me and stood very closely to me. She then hooked her pinkie with mine and I made no move to remove it. Instead I held tighter making Wednesday smile a bit before quickly returning to her signature blank expression.

The blonde girl came up to me, about to give me a hug but I stepped away. My pinkie leaving Wednesday's making her frown a bit.

"Not a hugger, got it." The blonde girl said sheepishly.

"Pardon Belladonna Enid, she is allergic to color as well." Mother said while smiling at the blonde girl.

The blonde girl nodded who's name I think was Enid.

"Belladonna, your sister and Enid will show you to your dorm that all three of you will be sharing and later on I will give you a tour of Nevermore." Weems said with a smile that showed off her pearly white teeth.

I just stare at her blankly before Enid dragged me away with Wednesday following close behind. Leaving my parents and Principal Weems to deal with them.

Enid was talking about the history of Ophelia dorm and saying how Wednesday split half of the room making me smirk a bit.

While Enid was too busy talking Wednesday said Thing was awaiting for my arrival eagerly. Making me nod even though in the inside I was quite happy since I haven't seen him in years.

We then arrived at a door and Enid opened it up excitedly, making jazz hands when I stepped inside. I looked to see a circular window that had colors on one half and just black on one side.

"Where will I be sleeping?" I said flatly while walking to Wednesday's side.

"Ms. Weems has ordered a bunk bed and should arrive when she gives you your tour! So you and Wednesday can have your own side." Enid said with a smile. I just nod before spotting my luggage near Wednesday's bed.

I then walk towards my luggage and start unpacking my things. Just then I heard quiet and soft pitter patters. I snap my head towards the directions of the sounds before Wednesday said something.

"That Thing remember Bella?" Wednesday said bluntly. Herself picking up the bluntness from myself. My bluntness is what I pride myself in.

"I do, such a loud hand and a mystery." I said bluntly before I feel a hand crawl up my shoulder.

"Thing off, you know how I dont like people and things touching my cold shoulders." I said flatly before patting Wednesday's bed to let him know to crawl up on her bed.

"Oh Thing we have your manicures soon!" Enid said while looking at her phone which had a clock. My my, technology has truly grown. Distracting kids from their social lives and brain sucking them in for money.

Thing just bobbed up and down saying yes. Thing then turned to me and held his nails out. Showing him his freshly black painted nails that were about to be repainted because Thing chipped the pain off when Wednesday sent him to find her some crime cases to solve.

"Mine are always better Thing." I smirk slightly before showing Thing my stiletto nails that were painted void black. I then hear a knock on the door making everyone turn to the door. Even Enid who surprisingly heard it since she has been too invested in her brain sucking device.

"Who is it?" Enid shouted from her bed while now going back to her phone.

"Its Weems." I said before standing up and opening the door to see Principal Weems standing there with a big smile.

"You ready for your tour Miss Addams?" Weems asked with her voice that was so soft that it could be coated in honey. I nod before looking at my sister and Enid before leaving the dorm.

"Are you settling in well Miss Addams?" Weems asked me while starting to walk down the hall.

"Horrific." I said bluntly but she smiled. I cursed Wednesday in my head for being so similar to me.

"Im glad, now after this tour I must go back to work but I want you to come to my office at 8pm so you can collect your uniform and schedule for Monday." Weems said while taking long stride that I had to walk a bit faster to keep up.

I just silently agree before she leads me to a big open area.

"This is the quad, where all the students tend to hangout." Weems said with a big proud smile.

I look around before turning to her.

"This quad you are talking about has more then four sides." I said flatly. She just smiled sweetly at me before showing me my other classes.

"Oh my, I almost forgot. Would you like to join your sister in fencing and archery?" Weems said before almost ending the tour.

"I would like to join her in fencing, but not archery. I already excel at that." I said coldly. Weems looks at me with a bit of curiosity in her eyes.

"Well when you come into my office at 8pm I can show you other options." Weems said smiling softly. I just nod before going back to my dorm not looking back once. Knowing the tour was over.

A couple hours later its now 7:50 pm and I start making my way over to Weems's office. Myself still dressed in my gothic attire which consisted of a long sleeve dress which was short and stopped mid thigh. My hands adoring some lace ruffled gloves and my heels clicking as I walked.

I then shortly arrived at two big doors which led inside to her office. I turn to look at a nearby clock and see its 7:59. I then knock on the door. I here a soft "Come in", from inside so I opened the door to see Weems at her desk and typing rapidly on her computer. She then looks up to see who entered her office and saw me which she looked at the time on her computer to see it was exactly 8pm.

"Miss Addams, im glad you arrived exactly on time." Weems states with a smile before opening a drawer to pull out my black uniform that was identical to Wednesday's.

"Now I know you wanted to be in fencing class so I arranged but you need one more encore." Weems said before pulling out a paper which I assumed was the encores I could choose from.

"There are only two you can choose since you joined in the middle of the semester and there are barely any classes left available." Weems smile before showing me the two I could choose from.

Art or music.

"I want art." I said as soon as I saw it. I saw a flash of surprise on Weems's face for my quick reply.

"Are you sure? I teach that class and no one takes it because no one wants the principal to teach them." Weems said a bit sadly. Even frowning a bit.

"I am positive and I do not mind at all." I stated cold to get my point across that I didn't care if she taught that class or not. I wanted to take it and having her teach me was a big bonus.

Weems smiled brightly at me which I didn't't return but so badly wanted to for the first time. But my face refused to do so since im so use to not smiling its foreign to me.

"Great! Our first studio time will be on Tuesday at 5pm. Does that sound good Miss Addams?" Weems asked me while writing down a reminder for herself.

I stare at her gorgeous face, getting distracted. Her ocean blue eyes that could drown me, her red lips that I would allow marks all over my skin. Her wrinkle and smile lines that were so pretty on her face and just enhanced her beauty. Her neatly done hair that I could only dream of seeing down and raking my fingers through it.

"Miss Addams, are you alright?" Weems said a bit concerned. I snapped out of my daze to realize that she was now standing infront of me with a concerned and worried face.

"I have been calling you for five minutes Miss Addams, are you alright?" Weems said concerned. I looked up her, her height making me weak in the knees.

I then snapped out of my daze and looked back down. I looked up at her again to see those worried eyes that I so badly want to look in them forever.

"I am alright Principal Weems." I said cold. Returning back into my cold and static blunt self. Weems didn't seem convinced but didn't push any further.

"If you say so, but if you need anything dont be ashamed to ask for help. I know how you Addams are." Larissa laughed softly at the end. I just stare at her.

"As we have nothing else to talk about I shall take my leave." I said standing up from the chair and going to leave before I heard a soft "goodnight", from her. Which made me give the smallest smile before leaving.

The next day I wake up from my horrid nightmares and to the blazing white moon that kissed my pale skin. I look around to see Enid laying on her bed still asleep in an awkward position. I see Wednesday asleep right next to me since the bunk bed didn't arrive in time so we had to share.

I quietly got out of bed and stayed in my black nightgown. I checked the time and it was only 5:34 am so I decided to wander around the halls of Nevermore.

It was still dark, the halls eerie. The moon still in the dark night sky. My light foot steps quietly pattering against the cold stone floor.

I then look to see the lights of Weems's office is still on. Strange, its 2:38 am and she is still awake doing her work.

Should I go in there and tell her to sleep? I asked myself. I quickly shake that thought. Im an Addams, I'm not supposed to care. That word care alone wants me to rip my insides out again and again.

I decided I wouldn't go into her office and I would just go back to my dorm, and thats exactly what I did.

I entered back into the door to see the two still asleep. Enid snoring like a chainsaw while Wednesday made no sounds.

"Thing." I said quietly. Thing then peeks out from under Wednesday's bed.

"Go make sure Weems sleeps." I said bluntly. Thing then taps his fingers. Seemingly wanting to get something out of this.

"New hand cream now go." I said before laying back on Wednesday's bed. My eyes closing and my ears tuning in the sounds of Thing's patters while he makes his way to Weems's office.

God why do you care about some dumb Principal that is amazing beautiful!? Being in love is a curse! This is just some silly attraction that will go away soon Belladonna. I argued in my head. I huff before shutting my eyes and letting the peaceful darkness overtake me.

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theflashesoflove · 9 months

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obstacle I

Larissa Weems x f!reader (nsfw) – series

part I :: part ll :: ao3

summary: Could you be more careless? Talking to a stranger online and sharing the most intimate moments of your days with her? The way you trusted her was almost ridiculous, but the way she talked to you made you sure that this grown woman wouldn’t even consider harming you in some way. One would think you were a fool who would regret her messages one day, one would even point a finger at you and say how perverse all of it was. Luckily, no one knew. Except for Lydia, your mistress, to whom you granted not just your body, but also your heart.

a/n: i always dreaded writing series, but this woman inspires me so much that i'm finally up for the challenge. i hope i will be consistent with my writing enough to bring this story where i want it to be. filthy, angsty and gentle. i think there will be two or three more chapters and it is also crossposted on ao3. btw i have a vague idea of what architects do so if you notice some factual mistakes let's pretend that in my silly imaginary world things work this way. the names of the chapters are lyrics from interpol's 'turn on the bright lights' album (it's brilliant, a huge recommend if you like male manipulator music like i do haha). proofread, and i hope it doesn't sound as broken as i think it does. (bracing myself) let's set this little bird free into the wild.

general warnings/tags: unhealthy online relationship, dom!larissa x sub!reader dynamics, sexting, nudes, masturbation + angst and all that stuff to come

chapter word count: 4k

Part I: you are linked to my innocence

Sitting on the balcony, you admired the sun slowly crawling up from its slumber, painting the sky with faint yellow and pink shades, warming up the cool earth. The view before you made you smile. Perhaps having trouble sleeping had its benefits – you could admire such a beautiful sunrise and feel at peace for at least the next hour, before the world would wake up and start swirling around you, overwhelming and demanding.

Thinking of someone who was also so very demanding, you pulled out your phone and started recording the serene scenery. You tried to hold your phone still, though it was hard because of the chilly wind that made you shiver. Ending the video, you opened the messenger and sent it to a woman who made your heart sing just like the morning birds sang, greeting the sun.

You scrolled up your message history with her for a bit, smirking. What a sweet little relationship you had, one time you would send her a beautiful view out of your window, the next time – a picture of you touching yourself in the most sinful way.

Couldn’t sleep again? and What a lovely view, she replied an hour later. Not as lovely as you, though, she added after.

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Her name was Lydia and she had just the right way with her words. She would text you, Send me a picture, and you would rush out of your meeting to the bathroom to send her a selfie. She would text you, What a beautiful shirt you are wearing, unbutton it for me, and you would spend a bit more time in the bathroom sending her picture after picture.

You didn’t know what she looked like. She rarely sent you pictures in return, and you had only one 10 seconds long video of her touching herself. Her fingers were slender, her nails were painted a burgundy red colour, and she had those plush thighs that you wanted to squeeze with your hands. She was a woman of exquisite taste – taste in music, in foods, in lingerie.

You never asked her for more. It was entirely your choice to reveal your face on one of the first videos you sent her. She once told you, Don’t call me by my name on those videos, call me your mistress. You obliged. You always did. An impulse to ask the woman if she could reveal her face bubbled up inside your chest from time to time, but you pushed it away, never willing to make her uncomfortable. Perhaps there was something she didn’t like about herself, perhaps she wanted to be more mysterious and enticing, perhaps she just needed a bit more time – and it had been a year! Never being a selfish one, you suppressed your questions and played by her rules.

She knew a lot about your life. You didn’t realise that you barely knew about hers. You knew that her work was stressful enough to make her speak to you in an especially dirty way in the night, urging you to send new videos for her to let off steam. You could only imagine her, spread on her bed to your sinful sound and pleas. You would tell her, i wish i could see how pleased my mistress is right now, nudging her to send you a picture in return. The woman would just answer, Don’t doubt it, I am very pleased with my darling girl, thank you and end the conversation until the next morning. You knew that she played piano and was popular in high school, though a bit overshadowed by her best friend at the time. You knew that she liked long walks in nature, ice skating and that her favourite season was autumn. She never pressed you to share any details about your life, but you did it nonetheless.

It all started rather accidentally, and you told her millions of times how glad you were that she found you. There was an old record player that you wanted to sell online, and you even gave out a Fleetwood Mac vinyl in addition to it for free. The woman contacted you, anonymous at that time, though she contacted you too late, and the record player was already sold. It didn’t stop the two of you from continuing the conversation, talking about music and antique pieces of furniture she adored. After that, everything escalated quickly – topics changing topics and bringing you into dynamics you didn’t know you would enjoy this much. She teased you a lot, and at first you acted shy and hesitant, bending under her dominance and unravelling your own fantasies over time. She wrapped you around her finger, and on one particular evening you sent her your first video. The woman made it clear that she was hopeful to receive more of those in the future.

Could you be more careless? Talking to a stranger online and sharing the most intimate moments of your days with her? The way you trusted her was almost ridiculous, but the way she talked to you made you sure that this grown woman wouldn’t even consider harming you in some way. One would think you were a fool who would regret her messages one day, one would even point a finger at you and say how perverse all of it was. If you told any of your friends about Lydia, they would tell you that you went nuts. They would tell you to stop texting her immediately and delete the chat to destroy the blackmail material that you’d shared with a stranger. Luckily, no one knew. Except for Lydia, your mistress, to whom you granted not just your body, but also your heart.

Back in the day, you suggested moving the conversation from reselling website direct messages to a more convenient messenger, one that the woman hadn’t heard of before. It took her two days to create an account for contacting you there. Her profile picture was a bush of red flowers, her personal information included just a lyric of a song she liked, and all of it was only for your eyes to see. Not much, but her empty profile on an app which she signed in just for you never aroused any suspicions. Well, sometimes it did, but then she would ask you how your day went and the sweetness of the texts the two of you shared washed your worries away.

In fact, it wasn’t all about sexting. You could see that she was genuinely interested and caring, and you didn’t send her pictures and videos every day, after all. Maybe… three times a week? Five if she was desperate. She woke up earlier than you if you managed to fall asleep the night before and always brightened your day from its beginning with a sweet ‘Good morning, darling’ message. She always wished you a good night and checked in throughout the day, answering your texts and moving the conversation forward. Sometimes she would even send you flowers, and a delivery man would call you and ask for the address. The man would appear on your porch with a delicate bouquet later, a card attached to the wrapping would say, ‘To my favourite girl – L’. You could only giggle and smile to yourself for the rest of the day. No matter how hard you tried to get her number to send something in return, the woman would always brush you off. You can send me a picture in return, she would text you. That was exactly what you would do next.

You’d always start with pictures. On days when you felt especially good about yourself, you didn’t even wait for her to ask. Undressing, you would send her several pictures, losing yet another piece of closing on every photo. Sometimes it would take her too long to reply, and you would record a video for her in advance. There wasn’t any surface in your house that wasn’t caught on camera while you would thrust your fingers inside, making it all pretty and appealing to look at. The sounds you made were an absolute turn on for her, and you always ensured that you put on a good show. It wasn’t even necessary to try hard, you would just recall all the dirty messages she sent you over the course of your relationship, you would imagine how it would feel to be held by her, how those long fingers would pound into you, how her lips would tease your flushed skin. You had a good imagination, and it was enough. The tiniest bits of her that were available to you – all of it was enough, that was what you were trying to convince yourself of. A hopeless romantic you were, blindly expecting that one day she would surprise you and reveal herself, and tell you how much she wanted to meet you in person. Still, it never came. That day never came, and you tried not to overthink it. You were supposed to be grateful for what you already had, after all.

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I have a very important meeting today and I just know that it won’t go easy on me. Can you please bend over your desk for me this evening, dearest? Lydia texted you a few hours later after receiving the video.

of course, mistress, you answered playfully. your boss doesn’t give you a break, huh? ;)

Thank you, darling girl, I’ll be waiting, she replied, ignoring the message about her boss.

You made sure to text her during your lunch break, checking if she didn’t forget to eat in between her piles of work. She told you that she had a snack and it was very nice of you to bother. A couple of hours later she asked how were you feeling since you didn’t get any sleep last night. You told her that you were running on energy drinks and green tea and she jokingly scolded you for the energy drinks part. It made you bite your lower lip, how caring she was for you in return.

The desk in your office was never neat. Scattered papers, your laptop always on charge, heated up with architect software. You hunched over the plan with a pencil in your hand, making sure that the plumbing system of the building made sense at all. Working in a reconstruction and restoration company, you never really got a chance to do the part you studied for in the first place. Always checking other architects’ plans and fixing their mistakes for them, not having the opportunity to do something of your own. Your days were filled with somewhat ridiculous tasks yet even those managed to make you feel the struggle of workload.

The surface of your desk shuddered when your phone buzzed with a reminder about forthcoming meeting, and you straightened, feeling a familiar ache in your lower back. You threw on a jacket, took your phone and notebook and left your office, politely smiling at coworkers passing by.

The meeting went as smoothly as always – at least you enjoyed the working atmosphere of the company. Your boss talked about the updates in the company policy and proceeded to inform the staff about upcoming projects. He announced that the Principal of Nevermore school contacted them for the reconstruction work, and your coworkers didn’t even try to hide their opinions on outcasts and how infamous the school was, especially after the causality that happened a few months ago. Not paying attention to their grumbling, you thought it would be a great opportunity to finally show your skills, and your boss thought so too.

“Y/N, you will take over this project. I’m passing you the papers with details, I feel like the time to shine has come!” he said, approaching your seat with a folder in his hands. Some of your coworkers sighed in relief, glad that they wouldn’t be involved with Nevermore. It made you wince – you never thought badly of outcasts like the majority of others did, the idea of being hostile towards someone just because they were different made you nauseous like it would do to any decent person. “The Principal insists on cooperation, and I have to warn you – you will probably have to visit the site more times than would be necessary for a usual project. I hope it won’t be a problem,” he said with a light smirk.

You smiled and bit your cheek, anticipation tingling on your fingertips. “No, it won’t be a problem. Thank you,” you uttered, taking the folder. “When am I supposed to start?”

“Next week. We arranged a meeting with Principal Weems, she said it was very important for the school, and I quote, ‘to thoroughly negotiate the reconstruction process’.”

The school was enormous, but the work was connected to a relatively small part of it, a tower that was destroyed recently. You spent the rest of your evening studying the documents – an old plan of the school that included the tower. It was impressive how old this building was. Besides, you would be taking part in preserving and reconstructing the historic site, the whole prospect of reconstructing a part of Nevermore ensemble sounded like a dream coming true. The fact of such a project being granted to you to work on would be unbelievable if deep down you didn’t know the reason for it. It seemed that no one from your company wanted to work with Nevermore, but the school was about to pay generously, so they had to find someone to 'deal with the outcasts'. How foolish your coworkers were for declining such an opportunity, you thought, smiling to yourself.

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Back home, you didn’t bother to change into your indoor clothes, knowing full well that you would need to be completely naked soon anyway. Having had a quick meal and relaxed on the couch, closing your eyes for a little too long than you planned, you finally entered your bedroom and started setting a scene. Sometimes the lengths you went to make a perfect video for Lydia made you embarrassed, but how could you do it any other way? The woman’s attention was worth all of your efforts. You cleaned up your desk, returning previously forgotten mugs to the kitchen, shoving papers into the desk drawer and moving the pile of laundry laying on the floor out of frame. The curtains had to be closed for the last sun rays entering your bedroom not messing with the lighting on camera, the cosy shine of a garland and the dim light of a bedside lamp would be enough to illuminate your form in the most lovely way. You checked your reflection in the mirror and wiped away a few particles of mascara from under your eyes. For a second you tensed, your insecurity taking over. Would Lydia like you as much if she saw you in person? Wouldn’t she be disappointed that a flawless image you tried to create for her wasn’t as flawless in real life? Perhaps that was why she didn’t want to meet up in the first place? Did she already know that wasting the time of her busy schedule would completely disenchant her perception of you? You took a deep breath and shook your head, backing off from the mirror. It was alright. She liked you. Still you desperately wanted to be perfect for her.

The next thing you did was distract yourself with having fun and a bit of a struggle with setting up a phone stand out of books. After you were sure that your phone wouldn’t slide down halfway through the recording, you set a 10 seconds timer and started slowly unbuttoning your shirt to catch the process on camera. The photo turned out just the way you wanted from the first try, revealing the right amount of skin and a glimpse of your lingerie. It didn’t even matter in the end, but you were always attentive to details. Completely taking off your shirt, you grabbed your phone and took the second picture – a close up of your lacy bra, nipples visible through the fabric, collarbones calling to be showered with your mistress’ kisses. The sound of timer counting down rang across your bedroom once again, you unhooked your bra to send it down onto the floor and stepped back, already topless, unzipping your pants and craning your neck to the side with a soft smile on your lips. Oh, how much you loved spoiling Lydia even if sometimes it stressed you out to the point of worrying about your imperfections. Your pants made their way onto the floor as well, out of the frame, of course, and as the next timer started counting down, you rushed to your desk to bend over it prettily, exposing your cheeks for the last photo. Then, you returned to your phone and sent pictures to Lydia, smiling to yourself at the thought of her ending her tedious day of work and seeing your message.

It took you a fair amount of time to warm yourself up for the video by bringing yourself to the edge with a vibrator, uncomfortably sprawled in your chair and growing hotter with every second. You barely managed to stop yourself from climaxing, removing the vibrator from your clit and standing up on wobbly legs to continue your filming session. The phone was settled into its makeshift stand again, the sun finally settled, not peeking through the curtains anymore, which made the scene look especially intimate in the dimmed lights, and you were ready to absolutely ruin yourself for Lydia. After pressing the record button, you bent over your desk once again, and massaged your cheeks, squeezing and pulling to reveal your glistening sex. Having satisfied your need to tease the woman a little more, you spread your legs wider and took a toy that rested on the desk the whole time.

Teasing your wet entrance with the toy, you pleaded into the silence of your room, “Oh, please, fuck me… fuck me, mistress, please…”

By the time you finished, you were worn out – the position was rather uncomfortable, especially when you had to work with your hand from behind. You pressed the side of your face against the surface and sighed happily, “Thank you, mistress, you are so good to me.” There was a deep red mark of the edge of the desk on your knee, the wood was digging into your skin almost the whole time you were filming after you decided to move your leg higher for better access and view. The awkward scene of you grunting as you lifted yourself from the desk and padded over to your bed to stop the recording was cropped out later.

An hour passed by, and Lydia finally answered your messages, saying that she was done with the meeting and work for the day, ready to witness you coming undone for her.

You look absolutely ravishing, dear. Let me see how you used that toy on your pretty pussy?

are you already in bed? You asked, trying to withhold the sweet video a little longer.

No, darling. I’m taking a bath right now, she answered, arousing the urge in you to ask her if she could give you at least a glimpse of her body basking in the warm water. You didn’t ask her.

I need you, came a text seconds later, and you couldn’t resist her anymore.

The video went on for about 11 minutes, you didn’t know if you should have made it shorter or longer for her liking. You wondered how long it would take her, you wondered what she would use to pleasure herself and how it would feel to be with her in that moment, spreading shower gel all over her breasts and teasing her with your thigh pressed against her core. You wondered how it would feel to just settle in her lap, wrap your hands around her shoulders and hide your face in her neck, revelling in her presence.

The waiting after sending her those kinds of videos was the most tortuous one, you didn’t yet know if she liked the video or not, you didn’t know if it met her expectations, you didn’t know if it even made her wet and eager to pleasure herself. Sometimes you were afraid that she wouldn’t even bother to watch it or to reply to you ever again. Fifteen minutes later, you got a response – 1 attachment. Your heart somersaulted against your ribcage, and you hesitated for a moment before tapping on the notification, prolonging the excitement of not knowing what she sent you.

Those beautiful thighs. Oh, how much you thought about them wrapping around your head, how many times you rewatched the only video she sent you, remembering the patterns of stretch marks along her skin. She looked especially soft and rosy, her wet pubic hair neatly covered her sex, and the foam melted around her body, glistening on camera. The water was steamy and her hand rested on the rim of the bathtub – you could only assume that she was completely spent.

i would eat you out until those gorgeous legs are shaking, you texted after a while of staring, unable to think straight.

Not before I would be done edging you for hours, she cheekily answered. And before you could think of a suitable response in the same dirty fashion, she sent her next message, Thank you, dearest. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.

A smile spread across your features, so wide it almost started to hurt. You plumped down on the bed and nuzzled your nose into the pillow, vainly seeking her scent that was never there in the first place. Contented that the woman felt about you this way, you closed your eyes and tried to imagine her. Imagine, imagine, imagine – it was the only thing you could do. In that moment, you hopelessly wanted to press yourself into her, to cling to her body and dissolve in her warmth. How much you yearned for her to give you real proximity, to caress your sides as she would bury her face in your hair and fall asleep next to you, breathing peacefully. Or she would let you lie down on her chest and listen to her calming heartbeat, holding your hand and circling your skin with her thumb.

A couple of red heart emojis were sent Lydia’s way and you locked your phone, turned on your back and looked at the ceiling. Fulfilled and deprived at the same time.

by the way, i was given a new project today! You texted Lydia five minutes later, remembering that you forgot to share the exciting news. i’m so happy, they finally gave me the big girl stuff to do haha

That’s amazing, dear. I’m very proud of you, Lydia answered, making you blush.

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The next Monday you were on your way to Nevermore – it felt very exciting to leave the office for once to see the site of reconstruction. To your surprise, it wasn’t that long of a ride, you expected the school to be more distant from Jericho than it was. Driving along the road that was framed by thick forest made you want to pull over for a second to take a picture of towering trees, branches tranquilly swinging in the wind, the sun peaking through the leaves. However it would be a bad idea, unless you wanted to be late for the meeting more than you already were.

The building of Nevermore astonished you from the first glance. A dark fantasy, elaborate decorations and old-fashioned high ceilings. You arrived at the brink of evening – Principal Weems didn’t have time for the meeting until 5 p.m. – and the golden hour made the school look even more otherworldly. You didn’t need a tour since you had an insight on what the building was like inside, and the location of classrooms and halls didn’t really change over decades. Approaching the Principal’s office, you adjusted the collar of your shirt and fixed your hair – this was serious, you had to make a good impression on the client.

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a/n: oh, larissa... honey, you've got a big storm coming

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x y/n #larissa weems #principal larissa weems #gwendoline christie

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cakexblankett · 3 months

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Larissa Weems

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I was in trouble. In a lot of trouble.

Every month, the teachers of Nevermore were reunited by the principal to discuss how the lectures were going, if there were students who needed more help, if there were problems with a certain class, things like that. I had my material spread in front of me, trying to see if I needed help with something. I didn't, really, because the class was always active during my lecture, they listened when they had to, they talked when it was their turn to do so.

That day, before the reunion, my class took an exam on the topic tackled in the previous lectures. I had time to do whatever, so I started writing on a piece of paper a poem, the words kept coming and coming on their own accord, and my hand started moving on its own. My eyes shined, and a smile spread across my face. Nobody has to read this, I thought.

That's why, when the reunion finished and I was already in my room, I panicked not finding that piece of paper in the midst of my materials.

I was in trouble.

I was searching for it when I heard the ping! of my smartphone. Anxiously, still trying to remember where the Hell I had put that damned poem, I read the message.

Larissa:

Come to my office, we have a matter to discuss.

09:30 PM

I started sweating, what could possibly want the principal to talk about with me? Unless...

I shook my head, hoping it wasn't as I feared it was.

I closed my room door, and sighed. It was probably something to do with the reunion that we had before, nothing more.

All the way to her office, I fidgeted with my fingers, nervously. Once arrived, I knocked two times.

"Come in."

I gulped, opening the immense door before me.

"Please, do take a seat."

I closed the door and went to take a seat. She was seated on her chair, her hands playing with a piece of paper. Wait, a piece of paper!?

"I think you know why I called you here, don't you?"

My eyes went wide. I started moving my hands in the air, trying to come up with an excuse good enough for that poem.

"I-I... you see, it's not as it may appear to be, just-"

She raised a finger, shushing me.

"I think it's exactly as it appears to be. I mean, you made it very explicit."

I blushed.

The poem was, in fact, a collection of my wet dreams I had of the woman seated in front of me. And of course she had to read it.

"Do you have this... dreams, often?"

"No! Well, I mean... yes, but-"

She smiled, her lips stretching. I was mesmerised. I wanted to see her smile every day.

"You don't have to be all shy, now."

She got up, towering over me. Our height difference made everything she did more exciting. She could just stay still for an hour, it only took for me to look up at her and something would start moving in my chest.

She kneeled in front of me.

"What...?"

Her hands were on my thighs, I felt like they were on fire.

"Why don't you tell me what else you dream about? What do you want me to do to your pretty body?"

I felt a hot feeling in my lower abdomen, and wet in a place I wish she would just touch already. The mix of her low voice and her british accent made her so sensual.

"I-I don't understand..."

"Hm I'm sure you do, little pet."

Pet. I loved when she called me pet names.

"Now, why don't we start by undressing you, hm?"

She slowly started unbuttoning my blouse, biting her lip. I bit my lip to prevent a moan escaping. Just the sight of her kneeled like that, in between my legs, could have made me climax.

My blouse soon found its place on the floor. She licked her lips and looked at me.

"Would you like to be kissed?"

"Why are you asking?"

She shrugged, keeping her eyes on me.

"You didn't write it on your poem. Not once, there was not a single kiss."

She was so cute, asking for my permission. I smiled, getting closer to her.

"I would love for you to kiss me."

She smirked and kissed me. Her lips were soft, and she tasted like wine. She was probably drinking before I came in. Her tongue met mine in a passionate dance. I moaned when I felt her hand cupping my breast. She moved away, interrupting the kiss. She started trailing kisses on my neck, moving lower and lower. I closed my eyes, feeling the softness of her skin on mine.

"Let's get rid of this, shall we?"

She smirked, unclasping my bra. She stared at my chest for some seconds, and I blushed. Being so naked in front of the woman I litteraly loved was embarassing, to say the least.

"You are beautiful, Y/N."

I opened my mouth but she didn't give me time to day anything because she kissed me right away. Her fingers pinched my nipple, playing with it. She licked from my neck to my breast, taking in her mouth my other nipple, sucking it and swirling it with her tongue.

I moaned. She was so good at this, I wondered how many times she did it.

"Get up."

I immediately obeyed. She remained in her kneeling position. Even so, she was tall enough to unzip my jeans. She threw them away with my panties, which were soaked. She made me sit again, making sure I was comfortable.

She licked my vagina, moaning at the taste. I gasped at the sensation of her tongue on my most sensitive part.

"Hm so wet, all for me. Good girl."

I let out a moan at the name. She smirked, looking at me.

"Tell me what you want."

She was enjoying this as much as I was enjoying it, which was a lot.

"Please, I need you to keep doing it."

"Keep doing what, my love?"

Her hands were on my thighs again, spreading them apart.

"Lick me, please."

I pleaded. She hummed in approval, and she immediately started licking and sucking my bundle of nerves. Her grip on my thighs was strong.

"Ah just like that..."

Her eyes were fixed on mine, and at that sight, her face buried in between my legs, with her watching my expressions, I felt a jolt of electricity run in my veins. It didn't take long for me to arrive at my limit.

"Oh I'm so close..."

And then she stopped. I let out a whimper at the loss of contact.

"Wha- why?"

I asked. She giggled, getting up.

"Hush, my love. I want you to make mommy feel good too, don't you want that?"

I nodded.

"Yes, yes! I want mommy to feel good too!"

She smirked, lifting up her dress. She got rid of her panties and came closer.

"Is it ok if I shapeshift?"

I looked at her. Why would she do that?

"But I want to see you as you."

She giggled, cupping my cheek.

"I don't want to change my appearence, just... a certain part of my body."

I looked her inquiringly. She looked down and I followed her gaze. Then it hit me.

"Only if you feel comfortable."

She added. I nodded, eagerly. I was a lesbian, but strangely, the thought of getting penetrated by Larissa didn't disgust me.

"Good little girl."

Soon, she spread my legs and put the tip in. I looked at it, and couldn't fathom how it would ever enter all in me.

"I fear it's too big..."

"Don't worry, I will make sure to make you and I both feel good."

I gulped, feeling it enter me bit by bit. I stang, but Larissa's hand soon found her place on my clitoris, doing circular motions to tone down the pain.

"Hm you feel so good."

She moaned once it was all in. She started moving inside of me slowly, in and out, in and out. Her hand playing with my clitoris.

"You're so tight and warm, you're making mommy feel so good."

Our moans resonated in unison in the office, her movements getting faster and faster.

"Hm you're making me come."

"Please, I'm so close too..."

Her hands were on my sides, slamming into me with loud and lewd noises. Her moans were low and hearing them made me feel stars.

"Come, come with me, love."

It was enough for me to climax. Her legs shook, just like mine did. It washed over me like a riptide, and I could tell Larissa enjoyed it too from the look of pure bliss she had.

She got it out and it inmediately disappeared. She kissed me, with love and passion.

"We could have had this much fun sooner if you would have let me know your feelings."

"Well, now you know."

She hummed, while helping me on my feet.

"Maybe we could see eachother more often."

I smiled, hugging her.

"I would love that."

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rippersz · 1 year

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(A Fem!Reader x Larissa Weems oneshot) (Funny and smutty)

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Larissa blinked.

She looked up, glanced at the back of your head as you watched TV, then looked back down again and blinked.

…The jar was empty.

It was empty.

And she knew she didn’t empty the jar. And she knew that if she had, she would have immediately restocked it.

But- but if there was one person in your shared chambers that had a habit of taking and not restocking, it was you. And she had mentioned it in the past, but her little love often allowed small things to go through one ear and out the other.

Well.

Larissa sniffed, put the porcelain jar with its lid as quietly as she could on the countertop, and finally made up her mind. If her lover didn’t listen to her when she spoke plainly, she’d just have to be creative - and conjure up a different method. But it couldn’t be too obvious, of course… and it couldn’t be too subtle… and it had to get through to that brilliant brain of hers before Larissa’s own mind exploded. Not that one tiny mistake or forgotten duty would cause an argument, but when it was repeated - well to put it simply, not many things slipped past a Weems’ notice. So every time you forgot to do this that or the other, she gave you a gentle reminder. And you listened! You were good that way.

But pushing aside the fact that you didn’t restock her stash, you also went against her rules. Her very carefully constructed, not terribly enforced, lovely rules that she made up for both you and herself once you moved in. And amongst those rules were very important ones- like not leaving the dishes unwashed overnight; or making sure the bed was made every morning; or checking that the door was locked at least twice before sliding into bed. Those were all nice and well and practiced every day, but the smaller ones… the ones that Larissa found herself strangely possessive over… were rules that often slipped your mind. Like making sure your toiletries weren’t accidentally placed on her side of the sink; or that your shoes were arranged neatly and properly by the front door; or that her jar- her jar- of cookies- went untouched by your eager little hands. Usually, you did as she asked, but sometimes… oh sometimes… you really liked to rile her up.

Larissa knew it was partly due to boredom or a general lack of amusement during the day, but she also figured that you enjoyed seeing her eyes light up with fury. And that, perhaps, you liked the thought of her being rougher with you - maybe going as far as to push you onto the bed and make you cry for her mercy.

Yes, it was all a little game to your adorable sense of humor.

But to Larissa? Well, before she realized the true ambitions behind your teasing, she found it irritating. And she simply couldn’t help it - neat and tidy was her neutral mode. And you knew that. You knew that.

And yet?

Yet, there she was, staring down at her jar and seeing the tiniest bit of leftover cookie crumbs… but no cookies. None of the ones she enjoyed- with the coconut and the chocolate drizzle and the caramel and- hell, you didn’t even like those! You didn’t even like the coconut ones! You said they were too chewy and sweet and that stranger flavors- like lemon or mint or something else- were better. That’s why your jar, with the sweets that looked significantly different from the ones she had in her jar, was on the other side of the coffee maker. And that’s how she knew that you did it on purpose.

But, then again, that’s also how she knew that you had forgotten. Seeing as things had become quite busy for Larissa and her job as the principal, as well as your own duty as a teacher, indulging in the little joys of life became quite rare. And one such joy, like her cookies, was something she missed. In the past, say about two weeks earlier, Larissa used to grab one of her cookies before she left for her office in the morning and grabbed one when she returned back to your chambers in the evening. The last she remembered, before the two weeks, was that her stash was growing smaller, but that there were still some cookies left.

You decided, at some point, that those cookies were yours.

Larissa let out a quiet sigh.

Her own lover… and her own cookies… she shook her head, drummed her nails on the countertop, and decided on her method of attack.

Hmm…

Hmmmm…

…Oh…

Perfect.

A wicked grin crossed over her red lips as giddiness filled her heart. Oh she’d get you- she’d get you and she’d get you good.

A movie was playing on the television in the living room and you seemed quite enthralled, but that didn’t matter. The movie would always be there. The chance to ruin you, on the other hand, wasn’t constant. And so, putting on a mask of sultry indifference, Larissa strutted her way over to the couch and draped her long arms over the back of it, allowing her skin to brush teasingly against the tops of your shoulders. And her hands, one of your favorite parts of her body, lay limp in the air - statuesque and definitely distracting.

When she heard your breath hitch a moment later, she knew she ‘had the cat in the bag’, so to speak. But all joking aside, it was actually adorable. You were just so easy for her. So desperate for her attention and so blushy whenever she looked you in the eye for longer than a few seconds. And Larissa, who wasn’t so used to being a dominant person outside of her line of work, found herself falling into the satisfaction of your patheticness quite quickly. Yes, she found that she liked the way your knees trembled after she kissed you - and she liked the soft whimpers that filled the air of your bedroom when she allowed you to kneel between her thighs. And one of her favorite parts of the more… devious aspects of your relationship… was watching the way your consciousness faded as she kept you on her lap. Her hands caressing your waist, her eyes bright as you slowly got dumber and dumber beneath her hold - all while she murmured the most tortuous bits of praise.

‘You’re so beautiful for me darling…’

‘So precious…’

‘No no little love, sit yourself back down immediately. I like the feeling of you in my lap.’

‘There we go… see? Not so bad, sweet one.’

“Hi, baby,” the sound of your sweet murmur drew her out of the steamy lot of daydreams she found herself dipping into, and successfully allowed her to refocus.

Right. She was on a mission. The sexier parts could come later… after you learned your lesson.

“Hello, dearest~” Larissa purred, bending her neck to nuzzle along the skin of your jaw.

It was soft. Delightfully flawed and soft and smelling of her perfume because occasionally you liked to dab it behind your ears. That was something she couldn’t possibly get annoyed about - it was cute. And stroked her ego quite a bit.

“What- um- what’s up?” Your voice was frail as you let out a shuddering breath.

“Nothing’s ‘up’, darling… can’t I give you some love without prompting?” She murmured, making herself seem distracted as her lips- soft and painted red- began pressing little kisses from your jaw to your neck and cheek.

When you gently tilted your head to the side a moment later, that told her your previous focus on the television was lost. And that it was all given to her. Good. That was very very good.

“I sup- I suppose…” you breathed, trying hard to keep your composure as Larissa sparked the most sinful blush to run across your cheeks.

“Hm? You suppose?” She mocked, pushing down the deep teasing chuckle that threatened to rumble up from her throat.

All you could do was nod, swiftly falling into a mess of yourself as your lover’s breath puffed softly against your skin and her lips drew lines across your neck. Up and down - one kiss after another after another - just lingering before moving to a different spot.

“Rissa-”

“Do you want me?” Her voice dipped into a low whisper, dragging out the worst of your libido while you shivered beneath her touch and worked to ignore the ache between your thighs.

“What?” Your brain was successfully scrambled - her sneak attacks always did that.

“I said…,” suddenly a slender hand moved and wrapped its long fingers around your jaw- instantly gripping it and dragging your head up. Your eyes met the ceiling, fogging over swiftly as a wave of lust ran through your veins - filling your blood and making you whine.

“…Do. You. Want. Me?” Larissa’s accent was accompanied by the smallest growl.

And you felt yourself float further and further away from common sense.

She was just consuming you… consuming you so easily. A few touches - a few breaths and a few kisses - and suddenly you wanted her to round the couch and hold your throat and kiss you senseless and bite your lips and your neck and run her tongue along the length of your own and-

“When I speak to you, I expect an answer.”

“Yes!” You nearly shouted, “Yes, I- I want you. I promise,” you rambled, swallowing harshly and nodding against her grip.

“Yes? You want me that bad, darling~?” Larissa spoke, drawing you into her trap with each passing second.

“Mhm- mhm,” your little whimpers of agreement were nearly drowned out by the forgotten television, but Larissa could hear you loud and clear.

And that’s when the excitement from earlier- the anticipation and the giddiness- exploded in her heart and caused a sharp-toothed grin to run over her face. Perfect. Perfect. Her baby wanted her- so desperately, she was sure- and she’d be faced with a wall of iron. Her poor thing… her little darling… she glanced up from the red of her lover’s neck and saw the way her plush thighs were squeezing themselves together- all in an effort for friction that her little hands couldn’t seek just yet. Not without permission, that is. Not without Larissa’s whispered approval, saying ‘Go ahead darling, touch yourself for me’ - oh no, oh no no no not yet- not yet. And probably not for a good long while. No, you’d be held in suspense. You and your poor eager little body.

“Hmm…” she breathed, turning back toward your neck and placing one last lingering kiss along the skin - right before pulling back and taking her arms with her. Slender fingers ran over your shoulders and eventually left you entirely. You whined at the loss and turned to face her - only to be met with cold blue eyes.

“…That’s such a shame, little one,” Larissa tsked, staring down at you with something sadistic swirling around in her gaze. “…You should probably think about that the next time you eat my cookies.”

And then you watched her turn around and walk away.

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Hope you enjoyed! I have one more request to do and then I'm free for more ideas or continued oneshots/other stories. Thank you for the support! - Ripley

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crow-raven-crow · 6 months

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Hellooo can you do reader and g!p Larissa make a sex tape? Then Marilyn sabotages them and leaks it then some angst where Larissa and reader fight but a good ending?

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𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐟!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: ~3.2k 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: fluff, angst, small argument, plot twist, good ending, NSFW, recorded sex, g!p Larisa, dom!Larissa, sub!Reader, scratching, begging kink, degradation, praise kink, mommy kink, dumbification, alludes to future smut

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: see above

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AO3 link in title ✧･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧ :══════⊹⊹══════: ✧･ﾟ｡˚☾.･✧

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𝐚/𝐧: I think the smut in this is so… its so yummy LMAO but I do understand that people sometimes don't like angst mixed in with it SO the angst starts after the squiggles, so if that's not for you then that's your sign! i changed it slightly bUT this was fun to write heheeh

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"You gonna be a good girl for mommy? Wanna be mommy's beautiful plaything?" Her accent echoed through the room, her hot breath traveling along your neck and erupting goosebumps in its path, as her lips attached themselves back onto your exposed skin.

Your back arched into her touch, and she gladly took the opportunity to trace along your sides, moving her hands along the expanse of your back after dipping them underneath the fabric of your shirt. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders and pulled her down closer to you, moving one hand to tangle into the silver locks of her hair and bring a mess into her perfect updo.

"Please- yes, Mommy.. I need you..ple-please please.."

What was once a careless make out session had morphed into something much more when the camera had been turned on. It was something you two had been thinking about for months, but with the long weekend ahead of you, now was the perfect time.

Her teasings lasted longer, her actions grew bolder and it all added to the growing pool of your own arousal between your legs. You should've known what night was ahead of you the moment you walked out of the bathroom with one of her shirts on, the only thing keeping you away from the woman was the fabric of the shirt and your panties. The way she took you in from head to toe was the only warning you got before being pulled towards her, her hands immediately landing on your hips and her head dipping to place her lips against your neck.

"You're so cute when you beg for me, sweet thing…"

Her hands made their way to your front, her fingers immediately smoothing against your nipples and making moans leave your lips. You threw your head back against the mattress, turning it to the side and looking at the camera with your half lidded eyes.

A new wave of need flooded through you at the thought of what you looked like in this moment, how well Larissa was treating you with her body on top of yours, and how much you loved, savored and drooled at each one of her touches. Your body was a temple to her, and she just so happened to be the goddess you worshipped.

Her lips made their way back to yours, a stronger fire lingering behind each kiss as they grew more needy and desperate. Your shirt was lifted over your head, quickly being discarded to the floor, before her eyes raked over your body.

"Such a pretty little thing all laid out for me.. all ready for me to take.. Isn't that right, sweet girl?" Her hands smoothed over every inch of your skin, one landing on your hip while the other cupped your sex at the end of her words. The gasp that escaped you from her actions cut off your answer, something she knew she caused but something that made her add more pressure against your core.

Her fingers moved along the fabric, feeling your wetness seep through, feeling your hips buck into her touch with your growing need for her. "I expect an answer when asking you a question, slut."

"Y-Yes- yes, all yours.. I'm all yours, please.." The increase in her dominance made you shiver, especially when you looked up at her through your lashes and watched her eyes grow darker with your response.

Satisfied with your answer, she pulled away, but before you could protest, you watched as her hand reached behind her, a zipping sound filling the air, and groaned at how her dress fell to the floor. Your eyes raked over her body, over every curve, every detail of the white lace against her skin, over the bulge that was hidden behind the fabric..

She watched as you look your bottom lip between your teeth, how your eyes stayed there, how your thighs rubbed together ever so slightly… She slowly started to take off the rest of her garments, enjoying the growing blush that settled on your cheeks as everything was now exposed to you.

After a moment, she lowered herself back down slightly, her lips hovering over yours as her hands worked to remove the last piece of clothing from your body as well. While pulling the fabric down your legs, she backed away along with it, only making you chase her lips in the process.

"On your hands and knees… You've been so good that mommy thinks your deserve your reward.." You moved with a rush flowing through your veins, the thought of her fucking you like this on recording making its way back to the forefront of your mind.

You felt the mattress dip behind you, a warm hand smoothing against your side and slowly pushing your chest down against the mattress. Her nails dug into your back as they made their way to your backside, the sweet burn making you whimper and take hold on the sheets.

"Poor baby.." Her fingers traced along your slit and you couldn't help but release your moans at the contact. They collected your slick and traveled through your folds until she started rubbing small circles against your clit. "You're practically dripping.. You need mommy, sweet girl?"

"Yes.. F-Fuck, yes.. Gods, fuck me.. please fuck me mommy.." Your hips moved on their own accord and rolled against her fingers, your body chasing a release that was built up so deliciously. Her actions stopped as a dark chuckle was released from her chest, the sound of her sucking her fingers and releasing them from her mouth following soon after.

"Oh? Seems like we should fuck that foul language out of you.." You let out a groan at her words, knowing she only really cursed during moments like these. Feeling more movement from behind you, you held your breath waiting for the pleasure to consume you, waiting for her to take all she wanted, waiting for you to take everything she would give you.

You felt her member run along your slit, coating it in your juices before meeting your entrance. She slowly pushed into you with a deep groan, savoring the beautiful moans and high pitched whimpers she was able to pull from you, until her hips met your backside. "Ah, look at you.. Taking all of mommy's cock like a beautiful little slut.."

You pushed back into her, and she took that as her sign to move. She started at an agonizingly slow pace, making you push back and beg for more, meeting her thrusts with every slow movement she made. When she picked up the pace and grew rougher, the sound of your skin slapping against each other filled the room along with the moans coming from the both of you, the change in pace made you see stars.

The pleasure that took over you took your breath away, the air being forced out of your lungs in loud moans as the grip you had on the sheets tightened. Feeling her constantly pound into you, feeling her cock move in and out of you at a delicious rate, made you drunk on ecstasy, a moaning mess as she constantly slammed into your sensitive spot.

With every thrust, it was like she was reaching deeper and deeper, moans leaving your lips each time her hips thrusted into you. A warm feeling flooded your lower abdomen, making the pleasure increase tenfold as your high was fast approaching. A loud moan left the woman behind you, the feeling of your walls clenching around her making her curl forward in overwhelming pleasure.

"You're close, aren't you, sweet thing.. Cum for me.. Cum for mommy and show me just how good I make you feel.." Curses spilled from your lips, each one growing in pitch until ecstasy took you in its hold, a loud gasp leaving you before your body shook in the waves of pleasure that captured you. She was quick to follow suit, the way your walls fluttered around her making her cum right after you, her thrusts slowing as she rode out both of your highs.

She was gentle with you immediately after, knowing you were so far consumed by the chase for pleasure. Her lips met your back and peppered your shoulders in kisses as she slowly pulled out of you, her hands rubbing soothing circles along your arms and sides as she took you in her arms and moved you to rest against the pillows.

It was always the moments that followed that warmed your heart, how she took care of you in such a sensitive state as the fog that took over your mind slowly cleared. When your eyes opened back up, you were met with a soft smile and a glass of water after the camera was turned off, something you took with full appreciation. You had your fill, then moved to sit up a bit more even as the blonde protested, but as you lifted the glass to her lips and made sure she drank some, you were met with love filled eyes and easily found your way into her arms.

A few days had passed, and the blonde found herself going through her packages as a break from responding to emails. Mixed in with the stack of letters was a large envelop, making her lick her lips and smile. With a few tugs, the disk was revealed in all it's glory - something that you'd both know where it would be kept, something that was truly for your eyes only.

As the hours passed, it got stuck between the papers and folders that cluttered her desk, easily getting lost in the growing sea to be found later when you entered her office. A knock at the door stole her attention from her computer screen, the redheaded botanist filtering in quickly after.

They both beamed at each other, the comfortability that they created in the short year translating in the energy that filled the room. The closer Marilyn got to Larissa's desk, the more attention she gathered from the blonde, her notes being placed aside for a moment and her glasses coming up to rest on her head.

"Marilyn, hello! What can I do for you, love?" She held her hands together and rested them on top of the desk, allowing herself a full moment away from her work to feel refreshed from the blue light illuminating off the laptop screen.

"I was wondering if you had that student file I was asking you about? They came up and asked me about it again today, and I said I would have it for them next class so they could reference their family file on their project."

Larissa stood from her desk, swiftly making way to the large filing cabinet that sat at the side of the room, long fingers tracing over folders and filtering through names before finding the right one.

Marilyn took this time to look over the items that littered the woman's desk, her eyes landing on a disk with your names on it. Knowing she could get some sort of information out of it, she took it from the pile and hid it within her own documents that she held in her arms.

Larissa turned back around after finding the file, not knowing a single movement that had taken place as her attention was elsewhere. With the file in her arms and the new potential for dirt on the two of you captured, she quickly made way back to her classroom with the intent to look over it when she was finished with her own work.

About an hour later, you walked into Larissa's office with a soft smile accompanying you. The smile that lit up her features as her eyes caught sight of you made your entire soul swell with love for her, making you quickly walk over to her and capture her lips with yours like a reward.

"Hello, my love.." You whispered against her lips, the smiles growing and apparent on both of your faces. "How was work?"

"Hello, darling.. It's been busy, but not anything I'm not used to. Something did come in the mail today, though.." You watched as her eyes scanned over the documents that littered her desk, your hands coming to her shoulders to massage them softly as you waited for the little surprise.

You watched as her calm movements turned quick, anxious and rapid, a crease slowly forming between her brows making an unnerving feeling fill your stomach. "What is it, love? Maybe I can help look?"

You wrapped around the other side of the desk, carefully lifting up papers to try and help her land her sights on the item, only to look up and be met with a fearful expression. "Riss? What is it? If everything-"

"The disk.. Our.. tape- It came in today, and I swore I opened the package and placed it on my desk.. It's not here, but I haven't moved. Y/n, I'm so sorry-"

Panic seeped into your veins, taking over your lungs and stilling your breathing as the reality of the situation set in. This was bad for the both of you.. Being so exposed and so explicit with each other and losing a tape like that in a place like this could ruin everything for the both of you, but she seemed to only focus on herself for a moment..

"My reputation- My ability- Gods, if that gets found- I'm ruined.. There's no going back from that, and if it gets spread-"

"Larissa, you're not the only one who is in danger here." Your voice was strong, heavily contrasting your current physical state as your eyes launched themselves around the room, as your palms grew sweaty and your body started to shake.

If people saw this, they would see this as a way to take advantage of you in more ways than one. They would see you as weak, easy to manipulate, just a woman who needed her desires filled, who needed to get fucked like a slut and could be pulled any which way they saw fit.

"Yes.. Well.. Gods, Y/n.. I'm so sorry I let this happen.. It was here and then it wasn't and I should've kept a better eye on it and I should've put it somewhere safer and-"

"This is bad for the both of us.." You circled the desk and brought her face into your hands, your touch gentle to calm her and get her to back track everything since she got her mail. "But we can get through it, okay?"

Your thumbs rubbed her cheeks softly, allowing her to catch her breath as her eyes fluttered shut for just a moment and her hands came up to rest on the backs of yours. She nodded softly, before opening her eyes again. "How are you so calm about this?"

"I'm not." You let out a quick, short laugh, one that translated the amount of anxiety coursing through you. "But being anything else won't help us. Riss, think about everything that happened since you opened that package.."

"Well.. I placed it at the corner of my desk and threw the envelope away.. I answered some emails, then had a business call.." You watched her as she looked at each item on her desk, recalling the exact moment in which she finished each one and in the same order she did so. "I was able to fill this out, then took some notes about what we should do for the next school event.. After that-"

The moments seemed to click for her, her heart dropping as her words stilled, her body turning back slowly to look at you as the realization truly hit her. You waited for her answer, seeing the uncertainty and pain course through her eyes, before she spoke again.

"Marilyn… stopped by.. Asked for a file, and I went to the cabinet to look for it.. That's the only explanation.."

You brought a hand to your chin, your eyebrows knitting in intense thought as you tried coming up with a way to get the disk back. After a few minutes, you looked back at your love with a wide smile and reassured her that it was going to be okay.

You would go to Marilyn's classroom, when she wasn't there - something that the blonde goddess would make sure of when she'd call Marilyn back to her office, saying that there was a piece of the file that she forgot to give her. You'd use that time to grab the disk immediately after she'd slip out, coming back through the secret door that led to your shared quarters without being seen by the redhead.

You pressed your ear against the door, listening for mumblings to come to a stop and a door to close on the other side. With the noticeable sound of the heavy doors closing, you waited just a few more moments for reassurance, before knocking on the door that separated you two.

You heard her stand from her seat, her heels clicking rapidly against the floor, before the door swung open. She rapidly made her way over to you, moving from the door to the couch within seconds, worry laced within her features and consuming her whole. "Well??"

When she met your side, you swung your arm out from behind you, holding the silver disk in its clear casing in front of you for the woman to take hold of. You watched as her shoulders relaxed and a deep breath leave her chest, the worry being washed away within seconds.

"It seems she didn't even touch it - the seal on the side hasn't even been touched. We got lucky, but please be careful with the next one.. We can keep them in the safe.." You sat on the plush cushions, the material dipping as she sat right beside you, wrapping her arm around your side and pulling you to her.

"I'll take some sort of action against her for this.. but.. the next one? Did you like it that much, sweet thing?" Her lips met your exposed shoulder, the light touch making a small shiver course through you. She moved her ministrations up to your neck, smoothing her tongue over the marks that were barely noticeable from the events on the disk. "Why don't we watch it now?"

She stood, placing the disk into the player and turned on the television that hung from the wall in front of you. She came back, lifting you and placing you on her lap, as her arms snaked around your torso. She pulled you close to her, your back resting flush against her front as she noticed your growing eagerness to watch the tape.

You turned your head around, placing your lips against hers and whimpering as you felt her shift underneath you, a clear bulge poking against your core. You turned your gaze back to the tv, as you heard the first moan echo from the speakers, a hard blush taking over you at the realization that it came from you.

This was going to be a fun night..

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𝐚/𝐧: YO I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS ONE SO MUCH?

right after i wrote my last one, this was stuck in my mind like the plague like oh my. i wrote this a couple days ago and still thought about it

i've seen a few like camera themed fics course around through here recently so i thought it was pretty cool (and validating) to get the prompt and join the party

I hope you liked this, anon :) it was pretty fun to think about

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mouse-of-dimitrescu · 8 months

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Loving You ( NSFW

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Larissa Weems XFem!Reader ( NSFW AND FLUFF )

WARNINGS: cunnilingus, fingering, mentions of Larissa's stress etc etc

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Nevermore Academy was notorious for its current death rate at the moment, it all started with the Rowan Laslow incident involving Wednesday. Larissa was already keeping an eye on Wednesday, now she had to monitor her in case something else goes wrong. To say that Larissa was exhausted would be an understatement. As her wife, you would do anything to see her bright and pretty smile again.

You tried to make her happier by giving her little notes in her lunches, bringing lunch from the Weathervane to her because the poor woman would not eat — she is too busy. When Larissa would return home, you would pamper her with a lovely bath, adding her favourite salts. You would help with her facial routine and brush through her hair. But none of these things seemed to soothe Larissa. She was always deep in thought — not really there.

On that note, before Larissa got home, you decided to light some candles in the bedroom and get dressed in a very revealing set of pyjamas. You heard the door open and close. Immediately, you sprung to your feet and greeted Larissa at door.

" Hey Ris." You smiled and hugged her.

Larissa hugged you back, mumbling a greeting. " Hi."

" How was your day? Did things improve?" You asked, pulling away from the hug and holding Larissas hands.

" I can see that things are improving but it's so gradual." Larissa sighed and pulled you in for another hug.

" I see. Well, darling it will get better. Okay? I'm here for you and I will ensure that I get to see you smile again."

Larissa smiled slightly and pecked your lips. " I need to clear my head." She whispered, kissing your lips again — this time more passionately.

" I have the perfect solution. Darling go lie down on the bed, I just want to pour you a glass of water." You responded with a mischievous smile.

Larissa blushed and practically rushed upstairs to the bedroom. You poured you both a glass of water and returned upstairs where Larissa sat on the edge of the bed.

" This is lovely." She said with a smile.

" I was hoping you'd say that." You giggled and placed the water down, coming to stand in front of Larissa as you took the pins out of her hair.

Running your fingers through Larissa's hair, she let out soft sighs of approval, relaxing into your touch.

" Can I relieve the stress?" You asked in a whisper, watching as Larissa's platinum locks fell in waves just below her shoulders.

" Please." She whispered with a nod.

You immediately got to work, gently unclipping Larissa's necklace and earrings, placing them on her vanity. You unzipped her dress and she stood up, letting it fall to the floor. Her stockings were thrown across the room, as well as her knickers and brassiere. Only the stars knew where they landed. You spent a while admiring how Larissa's pale skin illuminated in thr candlelight.

" You're so beautiful." You whispered, cupping Larissa's cheek and pulling her in for a kiss.

Larissa melted into your touch as you began peppering kisses over her rosy cheeks, making her wrinkle her nose and smile cuteky. You trailed these kisses down her neck and sucking on her sweet spot while bringing her to lie down on the bed. You kissed down her stomach, she was breathing heavily now and there was a desperation in the air, compelling you to move faster.

You didn't tease Larissa like you normally would, she needed you now. As a result, you immediately slipped two fingers through her folds, spreading them slightly before attaching your mouth to her clit, making Larissa groan out in approval.

" Please, baby." She begged quietly, her head tilting to the side.

You smiled, spreading Larissa's legs more so you could get comfortable as you sucked on her, bringing your hand up to her core, collecting the slick. You entered one finger inside of her, pumping in and out in slow motions. It had been a while since you and Larissa had sex and the deprivation was evident when you found that Larissa's walls squeezed tightly around your fingers.

" More." She moaned. " Faster, dear, please."

You happily obliged, adding another digit as you quickened your pace with your mouth, occasionally letting your tongue swipe across her clit, causing her hips to buck ever so slightly.

You didn't have to be told to go faster, Larissa was getting close to her high, you noticed this and ignored the strain in your hand, thrusting your fingers deep inside her, making her moan even louder.

" Baby, I'm going to cum." She moaned, gripping the sheets, her knuckles turning white.

You swiped your tongue over her clit again, swirling around the bud while curling your fingers up into her, hitting that sweet spot. You felt her walls clench around your digits and Larissa reached her peak, letting out a strangled moan as her legs threatened to close around your head. You looked up through your eyelashes to see Larissa's mouth slightly agape, her cheeks turning pink as she rode out her high.

Eventually, Larissa's breathing began to level as she came down from her high. She let out a little chuckle and rested her head on the mattress.

" Thank you, dear." She breathed out.

" Are you okay? Let me clean you up and run you a lovely bath." You said, concern laced to your tone as you rubbed her arm with care.

" I'm fine, thank you honey.". Larissa replied

You went into the bathroom to clean your face and hands before coming back to Larissa with a damp grey washcloth.

" Spread your legs for me." You whispered softly.

Larissa obeyed you and you cleaned her up gently before placing a kiss on the small mound of her stomach, making Larissa smile slightly. You began to run the bathwater, returning to Larissa. You lay down beside her and peppered kisses over her face, making her giggle slightly as she closed her eyes.

" I love you so much. I don't like that you're so stressed. At the end of this semester, we're taking a little holiday." You said, wrapping your arms around Larissa's waist and hugging her.

" I love you too. And I would adore a little holiday." She smiled, cuddling into you.

" You deserve a break." You kissed Larissa's crimson lips and she kissed you back, pressing a kiss to your cheek, leaving a lipstick stain. You giggled and noticed that the bathwater had been running for a while now.

" Let's get you in the bath." You said.

Larissa nodded and followed you to the bathroom tiredly. You turned off the tap and tested the water, seeing that it was okay. You helped Larissa inside the bath, she lay down in the tub and you got the shampoo and conditioner out.

" Oh, darling you don't need to do that." She said, interrupting your actions by taking your hand.

" Rissy, let me. You have had a long day and I love loving you." You smiled with a small chuckle.

Larissa finally gave in and ducked her head under the bath, coming up and wiping the water off her face. You shampooed her hair, lathering it in and massaging her sculp in the process. She hummed happily, inherently tilting her head back. You turned on the shower head and helped get the water out of her hair as she laid back more in the tub.

You added the conditioner and did the same thing before getting the body wash and washing her body.

" After a long day, it really is a treat to come home to someone like you." Larissa mumbled happily.

" I'm so glad I married you. I love you so much and it is an honour to be with you." You kissed Larissa's cheek and she looked at you, her sapphire eyes full of love and care.

" I'm glad I married you to." She chuckled.

After her bath, you dressed Larissa in a set of comfortable pink and blue cupcake-print pyjamas. You put a headband on her head to pull the hair away from her face. She sat at the chair by her vanity, as you did her facial. All her eyemakeup was removed, as well as her lisptick, revealing her naturally pink lips. She looked so soft and so angelic — so at peace. You finished her facial and took Larissa's hand.

" How about a later dinner and some hot chocolate?" You asked.

Larissa nodded with a smile, getting up and following you downstairs. She sat on the counter in the kitchen as you made hot chocolate, she eventually snuck a tiny marshmallow or two from the packet to snack on which was utterly adorable. You served the dinner and brought it to the living room. Larissa took the hot chocolates from the kitchen and followed you.

" Why aren't we sitting in the dining room?" Larissa asked.

" Because it's cold and I was to cuddle with you under blankets while we eat." You admitted with a small smile, making Larissa laugh and sit down with you under a blanket. You both drank your hot chocolate and ate your dinner, talking about anything but Nevermore. Larissa loved speaking about literature, she appreciated art, she absolutely adored poetry and would randomly recite Plath, Dickinson and Sappho on a daily basis, out of the blue. She could ramble on for hours about her favourite things and you loved listening to her, because you loved how passionate she was, how a sparkle in her eyes appeared as she monologued about Amelia Earhart and history. As much as Larissa loved Nevermore, it drained her of energy and at the end of a long day, she wanted nothing more than to cuddle with you. You rambled on about ypur favourite things too and Larissa was always there to listen, she was always there. She stayed and you loved her like she loved you.

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#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #love her sm #larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems smut #wlw

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tanith-rhea · 1 year

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Screw you roommate, I'll show you a good time #2

Okay, so I promised I'd try... and I did! I'm quite happy with how it turned out and I hope you all like it as well. Part one can be found here.

Word count: 1.1k

The characters are above the age of consent!

You never knew Larissa Weems naked in your bed was the one thing you needed to be happy before. But now it was the only thing you wanted to see for the rest of your life.

Larissa wasn't shy as you thought she'd be. When you arrived at the door, you bearly had time to open and enter before she was pulling you to your bed. Your brain was halfway ready to stop with her hands fisting on your top as if it was an insult you still had it on.

She kissed you needly, with so much pent-up frustration and aggressiveness you thought your lips would go bloody.

"Wait, let me" you interrupted her desperately trying to remove her button-up while kissing you.

She let you go with an impatient huff, your hands on top of hers and putting them away. She was breathtaking like that, with kiss-swollen lips and a blush going from her neck to her chest, disappearing behind white silk.

"I believe I said I would make you scream" you gave her a lazy side grin and arched brow, her demanding demeanour wetting your underwear.

You slowly backed her to the bed, pinning her hands beside her head. You straddled her and lowered yourself leisurely to whisper in her ear:

"Be a good girl, and let me show you"

A soft whimper escaped her mouth and you felt smug from having that effect on her. You gave her a long, dragged kiss, sucking her tongue into your mouth; her hands were white-knuckled fists when you parted.

"Don't touch me for now. I want you to concentrate that pretty head of yours only on feeling me" you instructed and she gave a curt nod, her chest heaving up and down.

You took your time unbuttoning her pyjama top, kissing every inch of exposed skin that came. Her cute tummy was a pretty creamy white you would surely have compromising dreams about, its movements betraying her want when she arched. Her bottoms were the matching set to her rich-girl pyjamas and sinfully short. Oh, you wanted to ravish her.

She didn't wear a bra, and while you dragged her shorts down her legs you left pretty love marks on her breasts. She seemed to like your tongue circling her nipple, and her hand grabbed your shoulder when you bit it lightly.

Her little whimpers and gasps were doing something to your ego and not helping at all the need you felt between your legs. When you made your way down her body, leaving kisses and bruises in your wake, you purposefully avoided going anywhere near where she wanted you to. Her mile-long legs were just as white and lovely as the rest of her, but you knew that already; the interesting thing was that its muscles were tight, her thighs tense in expectation.

You kissed her from the knee up, switching legs when your nose grazed her soaked panties.

"Fuck, please…" she whispered, her hands fisted the sheets near her hips, her arched body high enough for a pillow to fit between her and the bed "Stop torturing me" the bob of her throat sent chills through you, and you had to bite her thigh to relieve at least a bit of the want tightening your sex.

"If you ask nicely I just might" your voice is huskier than you expected, and her lust-filled gaze, when she looked at you, was a chokehold.

"Do as you're told" she growled, blown pupils similar to a wild animal.

Jesus, that girl would be the death of you. Without breaking eye contact, you slipped off her panties and lowered your face to her aching core. She smelled like heaven, she had to know paradise was between her legs.

You licked from her entrance to her clit with just the tip of your tongue, she left a high-pitched, contained scream fall from her lips, and that would simply not do.

"C'mon, baby girl, the whole point of this exercise is for you to be as loud as you want. Don't keep your screams from me, it would break my heart"

Her next sound was a scream, you had buried your face in her, sticking your tongue into her sex and sucking her. You held her hips tightly, her legs were tight around your head and you could feel her foot in the middle of your back.

She tasted divine. You could do this forever and never be satisfied. Hunger and lust could keep you going, who needed to eat or sleep? She was panting, moaning, screaming and squirming in the bed. Her hand came to your hair and pulled with so much force that it stung. You loved it.

Her sounds were rapidly turning strangled, needy and loud. When you brought a hand to rub against her clit while you ate her desperately, her cry was so loud you could swear something fell over in the other room. Her desperation was maddening, and when you felt her tense even more around you, her entrance clenching around your tongue, you doubled the effort, sucking and licking her with all you had until you heard your name on her lips in a final shout. She came furiously. Like everything she did, it was incredible. You drank all you could of her, committing the taste to memory, filing it away for later solo sessions.

She was perfect; in every sense of the word. You left her oversensitive pussy and looked at her.

Everything about her was regal. From her chest slowly stopping its rise and fall to her satisfied, sleepy smile gracing her face. She was covered in red marks that soon enough would turn green and blue, branding her yours if she wanted to.

You raised yourself and crawled back to her, planting a slow, needy kiss on her lips. You wanted her forever. Not only here, in your bed in the middle of the night. You wanted her tomorrow morning, waking up dishevelled and bashful, blushing while you recounted all the pretty noises she made the night before. You wanted her at lunch, sitting by your side pocking fun at the jocks trying to pick up girls to the Rave'N. You wanted her after class to walk around in the woods, to have picnics by the lake, to laugh and make out away from the prying eyes - and sometimes near them just to spice things up. You wanted her forever, quite foolishly so.

"What are you thinking?" she rested her chin on your shoulder, her leg fitting between yours while her hand went to your back to bring you closer.

"That I think I heard something fall in the next room before you screamed my name" you smiled cheekily. You would ask her in the morning. If you acted too rashly maybe she would get scared.

She gave you a mirthful laugh that made something in your chest tighten and light up on fire.

"I think I should return the favour" her thigh pressed against your pyjamas. Fuck, you were still clothed.

"Your wish is my command"

#i think this woman is aphrodite incarnate #can you tell?#i have the worst dirty talk and i'm sorry to have put you through it #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #student larissa weems #student!larissa #student!reader #female reader #smut #not implied this time #i'm mortified #outcast!reader

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farahtissaiamyloves · 1 year

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Rest

Larissa Weems x vampire!reader

You, like the rest of the vampire professors, had a weird sleeping schedule.

You were the ones patrolling the grounds for any students who decided not to go to sleep.

You had your own schedule. You were going to hunt during specific hours of the night as someone else covered for you and then you were going to reciprocate the act.

You were all sleeping for a couple of hours at the afternoon as there was a break especially created for both vampire professors and students to rest.

It was midnight as you were having today's hunting class with your students.

Even if, technically, they knew how to hunt, it was very important for them to learn the most convenient way to trap and then drain their prey of its blood.

When the class came to an end, you walked to your chambers to get ready for your later patrol and morning classes.

You, silently, using your vampire instincts in order not to wake Larissa up, snaked inside the bathroom.

You glanced at your reflection in the mirror.

There was blood, not yours, on the right side of your cheek. Your hair was messy and your clothes were dirty.

You sighed as you quickly got undressed and popped in the shower.

The water was cold, but you couldn't care less. Your body temperature was low by nature.

You finished your relaxing shower and checked the hour.

You hummed in the silence.

It was these little hours at night that you thought there were the best...

If only Larissa could adopt your sleeping schedule...

The things you could indulge in...

You let out an other sigh wrapping a robe around your little frame.

Everybody was short compared to your wife, but you were considered to be short in general.

The hight difference was making it a bit difficult for both of you.

Larissa had to either bend down or pick you up if she wanted to kiss you; you had to step on your tiptoes to rest your head on her chest.

You silently walked to your closet, always careful not to wake up the headmistress.

You picked your clothes and wore them; your eyes never leaving the woman's sleeping form.

It was creepy.

Watching someone sleep.

You still remembered how you reacted at Edward doing exactly that at twilight with Bella.

However, you couldn't contain yourself.

She was so at peace while being asleep.

Lately, you kept seeing her worried and anxious mainly because of Wednesday and the new monster killing the one, after the other person off.

It felt so good when she was just laying down and relaxing.

Unable to leave, you found yourself approaching her.

You sat on the bed to take a better look at her.

You thanked the God that he made you a vampire due to your extreme vision.

Vampires couldn't only see at night but could also notice the slightest move rendering them the best of the predators.

You, gently, moved your body closer to her to kiss her forehead.

At the feel of your cold lips, Larissa hummed and before giving you the chance of retreat, the shape-shifter wrapped her hands around your neck, pulling you closer to her.

You bited your lower lip in a desperate attempt not to yield into the temptation.

Her warm embrace and your lack of sleep - you had too much work the previous afternoon for any kind of rest - working together to make you rethink of your decision to go to work.

You were tired, exhausted.

Yet, you had duties outside the lovely walls of your chambers.

Your wife pressed her nose on your neck, probably smelling your shampoo.

Then it hit you.

Larissa wasn't sleeping.

" Darling ! Go back to sleep ! You need rest. " You hissed.

The principal sighed understanding that you saw past the sleeping trick.

" So do you, do you not ? " Larissa retorted.

You shook your head; never pulling away though.

" You don't understand ! I'm a vampire ! I don't need rest ! " You talked her off.

Suddenly, your wife shifted, changing both of your positions. She pushed your body down, on the mattress while she hovered over you.

You swallowed hard. She knew exactly what to do to intimidate you and have you to do whatever she wanted.

Larissa bent her head down to place gentle kisses on your neck, she moved upward reaching your earlobe.

" Sleep with me. " She whispered sensually in your ear.

You whined in protest, your red pupils searching for hers.

" I have patrol. " You shook your head trying to leave her embrace.

But your wife overpowered you, keeping you steady underneath her.

" You had a lesson an hour ago, the students must have been exhausted. Last thing they would care about is to wander around the school. " Larissa never gave up.

" But - " You started, however she silenced you with her lips on top of yours.

You kissed her back, of course. You always enjoyed her kisses especially in positions like this one.

She deepened the kiss pressing her body against yours.

You hummed, your hands on her hair as her her tongue entered your mouth fighting with yours for dominance.

She pulled away to breathe looking at your shining, crimson pupils. The only thing piercing through the darkness of the room.

" Sleep with me. " She said with a voice full of emotions that had your heart melting.

You knew that she meant only sleeping.

Her hands started undressing you; there was no way she would let you sleep with your working clothes.

You sighed.

She was your weakness.

You could never say no to her.

You helped her until you were left with your underwear.

You saw a smile spreading throughout her face and she wrapped her hands around you, embracing you.

You hugged her back enjoying the feeling of laying down together.

God. You had to do this for ages.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #gwendoline christie #wednesday #principal weems #the addams family

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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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juicyflawless25 · 1 year

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Bon Appétit (ch. 2) Nsfw

Word Count; A little over 5k (for the first chapter)

Notes; Inspired, somehow, by the song Bon Appétit by Katy Perry. Also cross posted on ao3. I apologize for the length of this! I didn't mean for it to come out this long, but here we are! I do hope you enjoy though! Also actually nsfw this time!

Tw; cunnilingus, cursing, general nsfw stuff

“Good girl.” You breathed in her ear, just before standing up straight and placing all of your attention to her hair. You heard Larisa swallow thickly, but you dared not gaze back at her just yet. No, you were going to set the mood as you pampered your wife to the best of your ability.

You let your fingers gently massage at the base of her head for a moment, your thumbs gently pressing into where you always found her to be the most tense. A light groan flowed from Larissa’s mouth as her head fell forward lightly. A sweet smile graced your lips as you soaked in the way you could feel your wife almost immediately relax. Good, this was what you were going for.

“Don’t stop, darling, that feels amazing.” Larissa murmured, a peaceful look falling onto her face as you peered at her through the mirror.

For a moment, you leaned forward and kissed the spot your thumbs were massaging, which promptly made a gasp tumble from Larissa’s mouth. That sweet smile on your face? Gone in an instant as soon as you heard that gasp. In its place was a grin so devious, even Lucifer themselves would shiver.

You leaned in again to place your lips on her neck, slowly and sensually kissing the same spot as before. You repeated the process a few more times, feeling goosebumps rise on Larissa’s skin and her body tremble. One last, lustful, sweeping kiss to the side of her neck and you straightened back up, feigning a look of innocence.

Larissa stared at you amorously through the mirror, her icy blue eyes slightly blown from your kisses just seconds prior. You winked at her as you kneaded at her neck with love, kissing the top of her head with a coquettish smile.

After a moment though, you returned your attention to her hair and gently began to pluck out the plethora of pins holding her angel-like hair in place.

If there was one thing you loved to see on Larissa, it was her hair cascading down her neck and shoulders. She looked like a golden, omnipotent god just waiting to be worshiped. Especially in the morning, before getting ready for the day as she sipped lovingly on her first cup of coffee. The beginning of the day's sun shining through to cascade on her like a marvelously sculpted piece of marble. She was breathtakingly gorgeous and no one would ever tell you otherwise.

You didn’t realize it, but as you thought of her this way, your hands still absentmindedly taking care of the pins still left in her hair, your breath had begun to come out more rapidly. And as Larissa tilted her head to stare at you, a small grin creased the right side of her mouth in amusement. With it, however, came a bit of a blush on her lovely pale cheeks. She had never found herself to be particularly beautiful, but the way you showered her with adoration always lifted her spirits high and gave her confidence in her beauty. It also had a tendency to make the apex of her thighs ache and throb.

After a moment, you steadied yourself and chuckled lightly at the way you had lost yourself for a moment. Your wife had such a way about her that a reaction like that was inevitable.

Soon, the last pin holding up the final curled piece of hair was finally taken away, and her golden locks rested beautifully upon her shoulders. You placed the last pin on the vanity with the rest of them before turning back to Larissa and her breathtaking beauty.

Your hands had a mind of their own as they reached for her hair, fingers threading softly through her luscious locks. The tips of your fingers kneaded at her scalp, fingernails lightly scratching in tandem with your ministrations. Larissa let out a deep, guttural groan that sent shockwaves straight to your core. God, the noises your wife could make had no qualms in bringing you to your knees whenever made.

The buckling of your knees at the sound was evident and Larissa grinned seductively, knowing full well exactly what was happening. And as you continued with giving her the best head massage of her life, her own core gently throbbing already, Larissa let loose another filthy groan that nearly had you falling to the floor for her.

However, the plan was for you to melt her into a gooey mess, not the other way around. So, you doubled down on your resolve and swallowed hard, taking one hand to brush her hair away from her neck. As soon as the flesh was exposed, you laid several soft kisses along the column of her neck, teeth nipping playfully at her skin. Larissa let out a long, shaken breath and you could feel the goosebumps rise on her flesh with your lips.

“You know, I’ve been watching you all day.” You began, just before you latched your teeth to the space connecting her neck and shoulder.

Your eyes connected with hers in the mirror and you stared directly into them as you marked her skin with the most lovely bruise.

Larissa’s breath hitched as she sucked in a shuddering breath. “O-oh have you now?” She questioned, eyes wanting to shut at the onslaught of your mouth on her. She kept them open, however. Always finding it erotic to watch as you marked her, claiming her just as you had done throughout your relationship. It never got old.

“Mhmm. I’ve been watching you and how absolutely delicious you’ve looked. It’s made me want to eat…” You lightly bit at her shoulder to accentuate the word. “You…” Another nip. “Up.”

You placed an open mouth kiss on her neck this time at the last word, a mischievous smile dancing playfully on the edges of your lips. You breathed her in at the same time, sucking in a deep breath of her most wonderful scent. Roses, bergamot and patchouli, a distinct and lovely smell that belonged only to your wife.

“You smell good enough to devour.” You whispered, continuing your kisses up towards her ear before biting lovingly at the lobe.

She shivered in response, that spot between her legs throbbing in tandem with her rapidly beating heart. For a moment, she almost spread her legs immediately, the need for you to be between them almost too much for her to bear. She kept them closed though, knowing that you would part them as soon as your mouth was hungry enough to ravage her.

While Larissa seemed occupied with controlling the waves of arousal rolling from her body, your eyes ate up the sight of her from the top of her head to the very tip of her toes. You bit your bottom lip as you consumed the sight of her, noting how her chest had already begun to blush into a deep shade of red. How her eyes were slightly glazed over with lust, pupils beginning to blow wider and wider, nearly consuming the luscious blue of them. The way her body responded to your attention, yearning for any touch or gaze you might set upon it.

There was nothing in this world that would ever satisfy you in the way that your wife did. Not a single sun of the morning could light up your world the way her smile did. No blue sky would ever compare to her eyes and the way they stared at you with love and adoration, the kind that made your knees weak and your heart feel as if it were fit to burst.

Not a single piece of the finest silk could ever touch your skin as softly or as gently as when Larissa placed her hands upon your hood before leaning in for a kiss. No taste of the richest foods would ever compare to how she tasted against your tongue when you explored every part of her you could reach. No, not a solitary thing would ever be comparable to the woman sitting before you, flushed with longing and need for you.

These thoughts alone, as you gawked so hungrily down at her, were exactly the ones you’d had a millions times before and would have again. These thoughts would always push you forward to worshiping her like the absolute Devine, celestial deity you knew she was and always would be.

Unable to hold yourself back any longer, your left hand grabbed at her slim wrist as the other landed possessively on her lower back. As you gently guided her up from her seat at the vanity, the rest of her routine having been forgotten by now, you leaned in to hotly whisper in her ear, “I need to taste you, Larissa. I’ve been dreaming of it all day.”

Larissa choked out a strangled moan and closed her eyes as she let you guide her upwards to a standing position. And thank goodness you were holding onto her securely because if you had not been, she would have easily fallen to the floor as your words hit her ear and struck lightning to her clit.

“God, yes!” The words slipped from her mouth unbidden, unable to hold back anything any longer. The way you touched her as you led her towards the bed, the way your eyes clearly displayed the neediness of your confession had Larissa already wet with need. Soaked, in fact.

You guided her to your shared bed and sat her down on the edge of it with barely contained poise, your body trembling with a hunger for her that only making sweet, intimate love with her would even remotely satisfy.

She stared up at you through her lashes, cerulean eyes intensely watching you as you placed your hands just underneath her jaw where her neck connected. You leaned forward, keeping eye contact with her until your lips crashed into hers. This was when her legs finally parted for you of their own accord, giving your body the room to stand between her legs. You fit there so perfectly, melding into her as your shared kiss created a heated dance that lit high rising fires inside both of your bellies.

Larissa’s hands began to wonder as the kiss became more ferocious and needy, her long fingers smoothing up the sides of your thighs and gently rounding over your hips. In a matter of seconds, however, your wife rounded back to your ample behind and placed both hands there to squeeze. You felt a delightful quiver run through your body as she began to massage her hands over your ass, a moan flowing from your mouth and into hers.

She swallowed that moan and created one of her own, pressing her body further into yours as she stretched her neck to continue the onslaught of kisses you were giving each other. Your own hands began to wonder as well, traveling down her neck and over her shoulders. You enjoyed the way her soft skin felt under your fingertips, never tiring of the little sighs and hums she gave as you touched her.

As one hand wandered to her back, splaying across the top of it in possession, your other hand snaked its way back up her neck and underneath her hair. You disconnected the kiss in favor of breathing for a moment as you tangled your fingers in the hair nearest her scalp, pulling your face back from hers to inspect the heavenly look on Larissa’s face. Her lips were swollen, eyes half lidded and mouth parted as she panted, chest rising and falling quickly as her lungs filled with air.

You couldn’t help yourself as you smiled at the sight of her, the smile switching to one of a puckish nature as your fingers grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her head back to expose her beautiful neck. Larissa gasped, eyes widening for a moment as she whimpered and her hands found tighter purchase on your ass.

With fervor, you attacked her neck with a plethora of kisses, each increasing in their intensity. When you found her pulse point, you closed your teeth around it and sucked arduously, tongue lathing over it after a moment to soothe the burn she surely felt. Larissa enjoyed it though, the evidence clear from the way the moan of your name seemed to come straight from her core.

Pulling back, you inspected the hickey you left on her skin, admiring the way the bruise complimented the lightness of her skin. A lovely reminder that she was yours, to be touched by no one but you. You gave a gentle kiss to it before running your hands down her arms and removing your hands from your backside. Larissa pouted, nearly on the verge of making grabby hands as you took a step back from her.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll have me back in your arms momentarily. But first, I feel an incredible urgency to undress you.” You threw a wink her way before gently cupping her cheek and brushing it with the pad of your thumb.

Wasting no more time, your urgency to have your wife laid naked before you, you dropped to your knees and stared up at Larissa lovingly, but with a glint of wickedness lingering in your eyes. She stared down at you with her mouth slightly open, sucking in deep breaths as she watched you lean your head downward and connect your lips to her left ankle. She clenched her jaw in deep concentration as you made your way up her calf, slowly creeping towards the bend of her knee.

It took her a moment to process, her brain already in overload as she felt herself becoming more and more wet by the second, but your hands had gently run under her dress to grab hold of the top of her sheer stockings. Your fingers danced teasingly on her thighs for a moment before swiftly removing the stocking from her leg entirely, and all without ripping them. It disappeared behind you as you threw it, making a mental note to tidy it up later.

You repeated the process on Larissa’s other leg, your eyes gazing up at her every now and then to find a deep blush having gone straight to her ears. You grinned, absolutely loving the way she always blushed when aroused.

Having gotten rid of the stockings from her legs, you rose to your feet to loom over Larissa, only to bend down slightly and place your lips against her burning ear. “Stand up, my love. I want to unzip your dress.” You husked, your tongue snaking out to lick along the shell of her ear.

Larissa moaned, already nodding her head before you were even through with the sentence. She stood up quickly, hand reaching out to hold onto your shoulder so she could steady herself.

A chuckle escaped your lips as one arm came around to hold tight to her waist. “Such a good girl, obeying so quickly.” You praised her, words tinged with eroticism. Larissa mewled at that, the grip on your shoulder becoming tighter because of your words.

As you watched her face, conveying a steamy look down at you as she bit her lip, your hand came up to grasp the zipper on the back of her dress. The way you grinned, she thought you were going to tease her and unzip her dress slowly. However, your other arm left her waist and gripped on tightly to the collar of her dress. In one fell swoop, you unzipped the dress and dragged the top of it free from her chest and arms. Larissa was taken aback, but greatly aroused at your display of wanton need to see her naked.

She was going to wiggle out of the dress for you, but you tutted at her before she could even begin to gyrate her hips. You shook your finger at her and dropped to your knees before her for the second time this evening.

“Allow me.” Was all you gave her as you trapped the end of her dress between your fingers and palm, pulling down with as much force as you had done with the top.

The dress fell to the floor and pooled at her feet. Larissa stepped out of it, but before she could make any move, you were back on your feet and shoving her down onto the bed. As she landed, you crawled on top of her and settled at her hips, leaning forward to place your hands down on both sides of her face. The look of lust you found there made butterflies burst inside your stomach and your clit throb hard.

“Fuck, you are so delicious, Rissa.” You breathed out before attacking her lips hungrily with yours.

She answered back with a moan and her hands coming to grip at your hips, kisses matching the intensity of yours. “Please!” Larissa begged, fingers holding onto you so hard that you were sure there would be marks there later.

“Please what, love?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow expectantly at her.

Larissa rolled her hips into yours, moaning and squirming beneath you. Her heart was pounding in her chest like a bull in a china shop. The heat and throbbing between her legs had increased tenfold within the last few minutes, making her a needy, horny mess beneath you.

“I need you. I need you so bad.” She tried to lean up to kiss you again, but you stopped her with a hand to her chest. “Darling!” She cried out, bewildered as to why you would stop her from kissing you.

A dark chuckle rumbled up from your throat as the hand that was on her chest moved to cup her breast, which was still covered by her bra. Your wife moaned and shuddered as you massaged her breast, eyes closing for the moment to revel in the feeling. You ground your hips down onto hers for a moment, to give yourself a slight bit of relief. At the same time, you were letting her feel how wet you were for her as well. Larissa growled at the feel of your heat against her, making her buck underneath you once more. She whined pathetically when your hand left its spot, but she quickly stopped when you spoke.

“Arch for me, mon Coeur.” You purred, watching her lovely chest rise towards you as she did what you commanded. You reached around behind her and unclasped the bra, gently removing it from her person before slinging it behind you as you had done her stockings.

“Mmm, perfect.” You commented as your eyes zeroed in on her breasts. Larissa arched closer towards you, putting on a display for you to admire. You knew what she wanted and you wasted no time in giving in to both of your desires.

With a passion Larissa had always adored in you, your lips latched onto one of her nipples, tongue licking vehemently at it as you sucked on it gently. Larissa’s hand came up to latch onto the back of your head, pressing your face further into her chest as you maintained your ministrations. Your wife’s other hand found purchase on your ass, placing an iron grip on it as she lost herself in the feelings you were providing.

Not wanting her other breast to be forgotten, you traveled to it by making a trail of wet kisses towards it. Your tongue ran over the nipple longingly before you began to suck on it, bringing about a string of praises and curses from Larissa’s painted lips.

A wet pop sounded around the room as you finally let go of her nipple, making your wife shiver in response. She was writhing even more beneath you now, her hands crawling all over you, trying to pull you as close as possible.

The way she was trying to touch you immediately made you feel completely overdressed. Her lust blown pupils gazing at you that she had the same exact thought in mind. Without much more thought to it, you quickly discarded your shirt and it landed somewhere next to the two of you. Larissa licked her lips hungrily as she stared at your chest, already bare for her, nipples extruding obscenely due to your arousal.

She reached up to palm both breasts, squeezing and pushing them together as she watched with rapt attention. You arched into her hands as yours latched onto her wrists, hips gyrating hotly against Larissa’s stomach.

You continued on in this way for a few moments, but eventually, as you stared down at the hottest wife a woman could ever have, you knew you couldn’t bear to not have her in your mouth any longer. You quickly removed her hands from your chest, a whimpering protest coming from Larissa at the action. You swallowed her whimpering with a feverish kiss, biting at her lip and pulling it before licking at her teeth with your tongue.

The goddess woman below you kissed back with passion and love, her fingernails scratching down your back as you devoured each other for a moment. You hissed, enjoying the sting and the pleasure of the action, which only spurred you further into action.

“I believe I’ll be having dessert before dinner tonight, darling.” You teased, speaking against her lips before you started your ascent down her body.

As you slithered your way down her body slowly, you left behind a plethora of wet kisses and bruises, marking her body up to admire later on. Larissa scooted herself up the bed to give your more room, laying herself back down onto her elbows to watch you observantly. As your face crept closer and closer to where she was most heated, her breathing came in short bursts, labored by the feeling of needing your mouth between her legs. She rolled her hips upwards towards your mouth as it passed by the large wet spot on her panties. You chuckled before placing a quick kiss to that wet spot, making her breath hitch hard.

Quick and nimble fingers hooked to the top of Larissa’s panties and pulled them down her long, luxurious legs. As the panties disappeared, you made eye contact with your wife and kept them glued to hers as you blew gentle air over her slit.

You closed your eyes, however, when you took in a deep breath of her musky scent. “God, you smell so incredibly…” You opened your eyes again, eyes sparkling as a smirk stretched your lips. “Appetizing.” At that word, your tongue came out to lick through her slit, savoring the tang of her as it hit your taste buds.

Larissa let out a choked moan, legs automatically widening even further for you as she felt your tongue against her folds. You groaned, having dreamt of this moment all day long. There was nothing better than the taste of Larissa on your tongue. It was like ambrosia to you, making you feel as if you were some sort of god. But truly, it was Larissa who was the god, the one who tasted so divine, so utterly delicious. If she would let you, you’d spend each waking moment between her legs, feasting upon the nectar she so willingly gave.

Your actions suddenly not your own, you buried your face in your wife’s cunt, an animalistic growl ripping its way up your throat as you latched onto her clit.

“Fuck! Oh fuck, fuck!” Larissa moaned loudly, one hand coming to grip onto your hair tightly, pushing her face further into her simultaneously. Her hips rolled uncontrollably, your mouth moving with her in tandem.

The string of curses coming from her mouth only fed the intensity you felt for eating her out, your mouth sucking ardently on her clit, your hands gripping almost painfully to her thighs as they laid on your shoulders. Larissa wasn’t one to curse much, but when you got her in the bedroom, it was all over. The way they sounded coming from the lilt of her accent and coupled with the moans behind them, the apex of your thighs were to be dry no more. Not that they were much dry before then. No, Larissa had you slick and ready in a mere minute the moment she walked in the door.

“More, darling! Please!” She begged, one hand gripping at the sheets while the other felt as if it was about to rip the hair from your scalp she was holding on so hard. Even if she did, it would be well worth it to pleasure her in all the ways she loved.

Wasting zero time for her pleas, you continued to lap at her clit as your middle finger came to tease at her entrance. Larissa’s hips bucked at the contact, a long and needy whine spilling from her lips in need of more. You obliged, gently sliding your finger inside of her, feeling her pulse around it momentarily. A guttural keen came from above you as Larissa writhed and treasured the feel of you inside her. However, she still needed more from you and was more than happy to beg for it as long as you liked.

“Y/n! I need more of you inside me! I’m burning with need for you, darling.” Her words hit your ears and you moaned against her clit, sending vibrations through it that made her sling her head backwards as she repeated your name in reverence.

With how wet Larissa was, sliding another finger inside of her was easy. A third finger followed the second, your mouth still singing glories to her taste. You could feel her wetness dripping down your chin and you relished in the fact that you were the one to put her in this state. Both of her hands were on your head now as you pumped your fingers in and out of her at a bruising pace. Her hips bucked up and down, hands keeping your head in place as she fucked herself on your face and fingers.

You unlatched your mouth from her bundle of nerves for a moment to look up at her, the sob coming from her mouth at the loss of contact almost breaking your heart. Your fingers were still inside her thought, curling to find that spongy spot inside of her that made her head swim deliriously.

“Can you take one more for me, baby?” You asked, not wanting to push her too far. Truthfully, you felt the need to climb entirely inside her, to meld yourselves together in ecstasy in any way possible, but of course that was impossible. And perhaps a little strange. You abandon the train of thought though as you wait for an answer.

Larissa nodded her head quickly, barely able to get a real word out, much less a sentence. “P-please! PLEASE!” She squalled, nearly losing her mind with how much she wanted you.

Not one to waste an opportunity, you nodded and watched her face as you gently slid a fourth finger inside of her. The way she clenched tightly around them, a strangled moan and hotly uttered curses spilling forth from the both of you, nearly made your own orgasm occur right then and there.

“You feel so good around my fingers, Larissa.” You said before pushing your face back into her folds, tongue licking and mouth sucking enthusiastically. She only moaned louder in response, that coil inside her core winding tighter and tighter.

“I-I’m going to -OH!- come, darling!” Larissa stuttered as you pumped her full with your fingers, relishing in the way she felt and tasted. She was the finest of desserts, the nectar of the gods and all sweet things on Earth in one body. It was a wonder you ever moved away from the apex of her thighs at all.

You doubled your efforts, fucking her with such abandon that the headboard of your bed began to shake. You could hear Larissa losing herself above you and you had to look up and watch her as you ate and fucked her to the best of your ability.

Within a matter of seconds of you fucking her harder, Larissa’s thighs clamped tightly around your head. It was the telltale sign of her impending orgasm, her entire body quivering as her back arched and her legs kept you in a vise grip. You had no qualms with this, no complaints. No, you continued as you were, fingers pounding her into oblivion as your mouth feasted upon the wash of arousal that flowed from her entrance and into your mouth.

If anyone had been anywhere near the two of you at this time, they would think you were murdering Larissa from the way she sounded. The orgasm washed over her entire body and into her extremities, making them feel tingly all the way throughout.

You wanted to continue to devour your wife, but in time everything became too sensitive and she released her thighs from around your head to push at you lightly. You huffed as you finally removed your mouth from her, wanting to live there forever. But you knew that she would be overstimulated now, if the way her entrance clenched around your fingers were any indication at all.

With a kiss to the inside of her thigh, you smile lovingly up at her and lay your head against her. “I’m going to pull out now, love.” You warned her gently, waiting for a response before doing so.

Larissa nodded, trying to control her breathing. She brushed her fingers through your hair as an indication to go ahead, her throat still a bit sore from the screaming she had just done moments prior.

With an ease only perfected from years of love making, you pulled your fingers out from her slowly. She hissed for a moment above you, sensitive from being stretched out a bit. You looked up at her with concern, but she only smiled and nodded her head once again, letting you know she was just fine.

You crawled your way up the bed to plop down beside her, giving any skin you could reach a light kiss in several places. She sighed happily, wrapping her arms around you as you lay your head on her shoulder. You kissed her neck before leaning on your arm to look down at her post orgasm face, memorizing it just as you had been doing for so many years before.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so gorgeous.” You breathed, running your fingers along her jawline and making her shiver.

“Mmm, I love you too.” Larissa responded, finally opening her eyes to gaze into yours. She smiled a full, teeth showing grin as she snuggled into you further. “I suppose you gave a new meaning to Bon Appétit tonight.”

A full, chest heaving laugh rose up to rock your whole body at her words. She laughed with you, enjoying the sound of you filling her ears. There was nothing she wanted more than what she had in her arms and in her bed right now.

As your laugh died down, you looked at Larissa with all the love in your heart and bent your head down to kiss her with that same love. “Well, when you give me such a grand course to feast on, how could I resist?”

Larissa blushed deeply, but surged forward to give you a deeper kiss before placing her forehead against yours. There were no words left in her, just that feeling that lived deep in her chest. The feeling of being whole and being accepted as she was. And, of all things, being devoured by the waves of true love.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #women loving women #larissa being so tasty and good enough to eat #oh god i'm nervous about this!

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v3nusxsky · 9 months

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Can you do a deja vu smut fuc with Larissa and reader? Like reader feels like one night she's invited into Larissa's office for some wine and a convo or just to hang out, and it leads to smut eventually, but it hasn't happened at all yet, and a few weeks later Larissa actually invites reader to her office to chill and hang out, and reader explains to Larissa that its feeling like deja vu. And idk where to go from there. I trust you'll make an amazing fiction like you always do. Love your work and I appreciate your skills, hope you have the good rest of the day.

Deja vu 18+

*Authors note~ I do have some experience in this so I hope it's what your after, as always lovely to receive a request from you*

Trigger warnings~smut Mommy kink toys shifted cock, wine praise kink oral unprotected p in v degrading kink, bondage Squirting

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Basking in the glow from the fire you sat on her couch nursing what was your fourth glass of red wine that just so happened to be going down nicely. Much too nicely. Conversation with your blonde companion flowing as if this was a regular occurrence. But it wasn't. No, can't say you have ever been invited into your boss's personal space to have wine and relax together. But then again none of your bosses ever looked at you like she does, like she wants to devour you. Mindless prey just begging for her to take such good care of you.

Before you even knew it you were on her lap. Her hands on your hips and the forgotten empty bottles of wine on the floor. You were giggling about something that she said, the breath tickling her neck as your head rested there. Maybe it was the wine, or perhaps just desire that had been building for far too long. You didn't know, nor did you truly care. Sitting in Larissa Weems lap as she kissed you senseless was enough to make every thought over than her leave your brain.

Touching Larissa is like realising all you ever wanted was in reach, but her touching you? Heavenly. You couldn't help but feel like the most special girl in the world to have her face buried between your plush thighs. Hair falling down her shoulders even with your hands tugging at it in order to keep her there. Larissa is talented at everything she does, you knew that. But god her mouth was perfectly building you up to bliss as if it was designed just for your cunt.

"Beep beep beep beep!" Groggily you let your eyes flutter open to the cruel reality. Another dream. Well another sex dream. And about your boss as well. The same boss you had a meeting with in an hour. It wasn't the first time you'd dreamt of her pleasing you and you pleasing her, but that's all it had to be was a dream. There was no way that it would ever become reality. You wouldn't have enough time to sort out the slick between your thighs now, so you settled for a quick cold shower before dressing for work.

These dreams had been happening for weeks now, you'd end up in the same state every morning, although some parts of the dream would fade and change, she never left. It was always here and truthfully you were a little concerned at all the filthy things your mind would conjure up now. It made looking her in the face rather difficult. It almost turned you on how much you were dreaming of the unsuspecting women. But if she had known, oh the shy submissive would've came out to play too.

"You seem to be distracted professor, perhaps you need an evening to unwind" Larissa suggested at the end of the meeting and all you could do was murmur to yourself, "More than you know." "Would you care to join me this evening for some wine?" You couldn't help but choke on thin air, this couldn't be. You don't remember falling asleep? But it's the same story as normal. You gave her a quick yes thank you and fled the office, knowing you would be back there later meant you really had to sort yourself out now.

You were still waiting to wake up, you had to wake up soon, yet you didn't. You found yourself back at her door, this time waiting to be let in. You nervously swiped your hands on the sides of your legs before entering her office again. The sense of Deja vu hitting you again. Two glasses of wine sat awaiting you and Larissa already perched on the sofa looking like a goddess. "Come in darling, take a seat" she murmured gesturing to the spot next to her and the wine. "Thank you principal Weems." Taking a nervous swig of your wine you thanked the woman for such a generous invitation. "You looked stressed darling, I want to make sure my favourite staff member is being properly de stressed" she all but purred causing you to giggle, "and what do you suggest Principal Weems?"

She immediately reassured you that Larissa was just fine out of school hours and the back and forth teasing continued. Despite the pleasant conversation and the bottles of wine you couldn't quite seem to fully relax. Larissa seemed to notice this and in your tipsy state she managed to sit you on her lap allowing your head to slot into her neck. A hand coming up to rub gentle soothing circles on your back. "You can relax with me love" was all she offered you, causing you to release a pleased hum.

A quick little peck was placed on the column of the blondes neck in a thoughtless thanks causing the blonde to gain more confidence, a hand under your chin to to guide your lips to hers in a sweet kiss. Finally feeling the sensation of her lips on yours immediately drove you insane. It didn't take long or much convincing for you to ever so slightly roll your hips against her. "Darling" she murmured pulling away from your addictive lips, "are you drunk?" It was cute she cares but you shook your head and whined before capturing her lips with yours. A clear indication you didn't want to stop. "Such a needy girl hmm? What do you need darling?"

"Fuck me mommy!" You mewled letting another frustrated whine out when she removed you from her lap to stand up. Luckily it wouldn't be for long as she lead you to her room, mumbling something about how you are worth much more than sofa sex. The woman immediately shredded both of your clothing before gaining more consent to have her wicked way with you. You happily gave her that and that's how you ended up where you are right now.

All those dreams didn't do this any justice. Larissa having her way with you was way more than what the dreams were. The woman had you bound to the bed, a vibe strapped to your clit, working ruthlessly as she rutted against your mouth. Any cries of pleasure was muffled but her pussy as she worked herself to bliss, something she wouldn't allow you just yet. Larissa using you for her own pleasure is no longer a want, but now a need. "Oh fuck darling, there. That's it good girl such a good girl for mommy" she mewled above you reaching her peak.

Once Larissa moved off your face with shaky legs you thought she'd take some pity on your now red and puffy cunt. "Mommy, please" you whined causing the blonde to chuckle, "such a sweet needy girl for mommy hun? The vibrations from the toy were absolutely relentless as the blonde stood there watching your little hole quivering around thin air. The feeling of deja vu at the way she taunted and teased you in such a position was hard to ignore. Until Larissa gave you more.

During the previous bliss she'd pulled from you, the blonde shifted her own soaked core into a 8 inch girthy cock. "You are such a good little slut i thought you deserved to take my dick darling" she murmured before bringing her lips to your neck sucking harshly on your pulse point while she rubbed the head of her cock through your soaked folds. The sudden intrusion of her snuggly buried in your inner walls fold by a gasp, "Needy girl, such a greedy cunt sucking mommys dick into your cunt without my permission baby." You gasped in shock and stuttered out a "sorry I didn't mean to mommy" before she began to fuck you hard.

In your dreams she would bend you over and pound into you from behind or like now you'd have a leg slipped up to her waist as she drilled into you, one hand playing with your breast. Every single thought left your head now, you didn't care anymore what was real and what was a dream, all you cared about is pleasing the blonde woman. The way she was drilling into your cunt told you she was feeling the same way being spurred on by your moans and mewls of need.

The moment you came again you saw stars, a gush of liquid soaking both you and your lover in your cum as she brought you back down from heaven. "Shhh darling you did so so well for me love" she whispered before easing out of your centre. Her reassurances never faltered as she helped you get clean and redressed in some comfy clothes of her own. Then leading you to her bed where she held you in her arms until you both slept. It would be spoken about tomorrow but for now you'd realised that sometimes Deja vu isn't so bad.

Word count~ 1655

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wifeofwandamaximoff · 6 months

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Happy Birthday!

Pairings: Larissa Weems x witch!reader

Warning: Fluff

Summary: Its Larissa's birthday so you decide to surprise her

Author's not: Just a quick early birthday piece in honor of Gwen's birthday!

I woke up at 4 am. Seeing Larissa still sleeping, I got ready for my eventful day. I hastily grab my phone, keys, and wallet and left the room but not before kissing her on the cheek.

Once I got in my car I started driving to Jericho where I had ordered Larissa a bunch of small gifts to put everywhere in our shared room and office.

An hour later when I have gathered all my gifts I wanted for Larissa to have I started to make my way back to Nevermore. I look out the window into the sky seeing the sun start to rise meaning Larissa would be up soon since she has to work. I doubt that women even remembered her birthday is today.

After a quick 10 mins, I flicked my wrist causing all of the gifts to float and follow me. When I got to Larissa's office I saw on the clock I still had 30 mins before she woke up. So I quickly started to use my magic to hide the small gifts I got for her in her office and then would hide some others were we usually go to regularly or somewhere that means a lot to her.

Twenty minutes later I have finished hiding half of the gifts in her office and decided to write a little note, letting her know that there were more for her in some special places. Making it like a scavenger hunt for her. Which I thought was fun.

I looked at the time and saw that it was 6 am. Letting me know that it was time for Larissa too wake up so I quickly left her office and went to go and place the other gifts I bought in its places. And decided to hide the last ones in the bedroom during lunch so she wouldn't see me putting them in.

Larissa's pov:

My eyes slowly flutter open, my body instinctively trying to snuggle into Y/n. But she wasn't there. All I felt were cold sheets letting me know that they woke up a lot earlier then me which was strange because they always woke up late.

I then started to worry if something bad happened to them since they never wake up this early at all, but it also confused me deeply.

I then just sighed a got up out of bed and started to get ready for the day. I walked over to the closet and saw the cream color dress that Y/n loved to see me in. Since they said it makes my look beautiful. I decided to wear it since their compliments always made me feel so confident throughout the whole day.

Then I slipped into the dress, feeling very confident. I went over to my vanity and started doing my makeup and putting my hair in its signature updo.

Once I finished getting ready I saw it was 7:15 am. I then got up from up from my vanity chair and sighed. Still wondering where Y/n is since they never just disappear in the mornings. They aren't an early bird either.

I stood up and put on some cream color kitten heels and headed out of my office, knowing that I don't have a lot of work today so I can finish early and spend a lot of time with Y/n once I find them/

I stride out of my shared bedroom that is connected to my office. When I entered I immediately notice something different about my office. I then saw a letter that was written by Y/n. Instantly know thing that was their neat cursive hand writing.

I opened the letter and started to read what the contents said.

Dear Rissa,

I know you must be wondering where I am since I wasn't there when you woke up, but I had a few matters to take care of and just wanted to let you know. There is also something different about the office, and our special spots. Do not worry about working today since I have already done everything that you have needed to take care of today.

I hope you will have fun!

Your Darling

When I have finished reading the letter I felt myself starting to smile like an idiot. They have planned something for me and I don't know what. They also did all my work which is oddly suspicious since they always complain about working.

I tried to rack my brain of why they would do this but nothing came to me, so I just decided to play their little game so I started looking around my office. Immediately noticing on my chairs in-front of my desk.

It was a perfume I have always wanted but it just kept selling out and I now had five of them. I then pondered how Y/n was able to get this since they were always sold out but I decided to ask them later.

On the other chair I saw some books that I have always wanted because they were from my favorite author. It only has been published yesterday and yet again. I pondered how they were able to get this. I picked up one of the books and opened it, seeing that it was signed by the author herself. I then checked the other books seeing that they were also signed as well.

I started to smile once again at their gestures that they have showed me today and its only 8 am in the morning. I then started to look around my office more, looking for some more gifts from Y/n.

Our pov:

"Ok! So today is Principal Weems's birthday. As you all may know, so in honor of her birthday I have decided to throw her a surprise party. I know this is last minute but we have seven hours to decorate and I have told all the teachers and we all agreed to do this. So in order to finish the surprise party in time we decided to have no classes today!" I said to the students which made them cheer and start to chant my name. Putting a smile on my face. I then quickly shushed them, worried that Larissa would hear them.

They then quieted down, also expressing their concerns on getting caught. I then started telling everyone the plan.

Hours later and everyone already had lunch. Larissa had just went back into her office. I was sad that I couldn't eat dinner, breakfast, and lunch with her since I've been organizing stuff for her birthday. It is now currently 8 pm. So in two hours the students would have to go back to their dorms since they would be passing their curfews.

Once we made sure that everything was in place I went to go get Larissa. I knocked on her office doors. I opened the doors once I heard her yell a soft, "get in!"

"Rissa!" I squealed a bit. She looked up at me once she heard her nickname that I call her.

"Hey my darling, where have you been I've been worried sick about you since I haven't seen you for almost 14 hours. Which is too long being away from you!" She grumbled and outed slightly towards the end of her rambling.

"Im sorry Rissa, but did you like my little scavenger hunt for you?" I asked excitedly.

"Oh darling they were wonderful! And I love them all so much! But what is with all these gifts? Because I don't think its a special occasion since I usually remember these types of things." Said Larissa in a confused tone.

"Yes, but I do have one more surprise for you!" I said excitedly, before dragging her out to the quad where it was pitch dark.

"There is nothing here but darkness dear?" Larissa softly said to me.

All of a sudden lights were flipped on and there was a huge banner saying;

"Happy Birthday Principal Weems!"

Students and teachers were singing happy birthday to Rissa. I looked over at her and I can see her overcome her shock and started to smile widely.

"Happy Birthday," I whispered softly before kissing her.

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theplanetplu20 · 1 year

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Mary Jane (All night long)

pairing(s): larissa weems x reader

warning(s): nsfw, smut, praise kink maybe sorta

summary: smut inspired by the song mary jane (all night long) by mary j. blige

word count: 2.1k

A/N: honestly this is pretty vanilla but like really loving sex which is weird since i don’t usually read or write that but idk i just wanted it to be sweet and like just taking my time to appreciate this beautiful woman damn so idk how i feel about it but here’s the song if u wanna listen and pls lmk what u think :)

You sigh slightly annoyed. It's nearing 11pm and Larissa has still yet to come to bed. You know she often gets caught up in her work not paying attention to the time, but she needs to learn to stop overworking herself. Although I love how passionate she is about being the principal here, it's one of the many reasons I fell in love with her. What I need right now though is for her to be passionate about me, not silly paperwork. I swing my legs off the bed, shove my feet into my slippers and throw on my robe determined to get Larissa to leave the work till the morning. I shuffle out of the door of the attached living space and into her office seeing her exactly where I expected her to be. She doesn’t seem to notice I've entered the room so I make my way over to her desk and move to stand behind her.

“Rissa?” I say softly lifting my hands to rest on her arms then moving up to her shoulders to message them slowly. She groans clearly stiff from the stress of the hard day she’s had.

“Darling… I still have a lot of work I need to do.” she protests knowing what i’ve come for.

“Nothing i know you can’t do tomorrow” I say continuing to message the kinks out of her neck and upper back. She sinks into my touch a little before pulling away realizing she was getting distracted.

“No I have to get this done tonight I have a ton of meetings tomorrow” She says, rolling her shoulders back and attempting to get back to work. I quickly spin her chair around so she’s facing me

“Your first meeting isn’t until 12 pm because your 10am is canceled and you know I know this so don’t fight me honey” I say giving her a slightly pointed look so she knows i’m serious about not giving up.

ooh baby not tonight i don’t wanna fuss and fight i just wanna make it right

“common baby, you’ve had a hard day, don't you wanna come to bed with me” I say crawling into her lap trying my best to convince her. I feel her arms move around my waist and a smirk makes its way onto my face knowing I've won.

ooh, there’s work to do i wanna get real close to you i wanna get you in the mood

I grab her face lightly, pulling her face close to mine so that our lips are barely touching. I run my thumb over her cheek lovingly and I can tell she’s getting antsy from the anticipation. Her hands grip my waist harder and I pull her in for a crushing kiss not wanting to keep her waiting too long. She immediately opens her mouth for me to explore with my tongue. She moans loudly when I run my tongue along hers. Our lips fit together perfectly and every time we kiss I swear we kiss like it could be our last. I pulled back to suck on her bottom lip looking into her hooded eyes before letting it go. We sit there with me still in her lap breathing heavily for a minute while I admire my work of smearing her lipstick.

All the things you want to do

I bring my hands up to her hair slowly pulling out each bobby pin and messaging her scalp lightly as I go along letting her hair flow down her shoulders. She always looks so gorgeous with her hair down. I get up slowly off her lap and offer her hand. She immediately puts her hand in mine letting me pull her up into my waiting embrace. I run my hands under her button up to feel her skin on mine. I pull her down a little letting her know I want her to lean down and kiss me. This time our kiss is a lot slower. I take my time enjoying the way her lips feel on mine. I start pulling her towards the door to our living space, not breaking away from her. As soon as I get us through the door I start pulling away at her clothes, leaving her undergarments and throwing the rest across the room not caring where they end up. I back her up till she’s pressed up against our bedroom door and I finally break away to move down her neck trying my hardest to resist leaving marks where they are would be obviously visible. My leg finds its way between her thighs and she whimpers when the fabric of her underwear hits her clit just right. I feel her hands pulling face back up towards her so I let her guide my way back to her lips, her tongue immediately finding its way into my mouth as she grinds down on my thigh. She moans loudly into my mouth and I bring my hands to her hips to guide her movements to keep a consistent pace. When I feel her movement get more frantic and her breathing gets louder and more uneven I pull back not wanting her to cum just yet. She whimpers loudly at the loss of contact.

“shh, just relax and i’ll take care of you” I make sure i’m holding her tight and off of the door before opening it and making our way towards the bed. I push her lightly down onto it looking down into her eyes.

and anytime you want me

“back up honey” i say encouraging her to lay down on the bed to which she shuffled up so her head is near the headboard. I stay standing at the end of the bed admiring my beautiful goddess on our bed. I lean down to kiss her ankle and up her leg then back down to her other ankle to kiss back up her other leg before kissing right above her slit over her underwear making larissa breathe hitch. I make my way up her stomach towards her chest kissing as much open space as possible before sneaking my arms around her back to unclasp her bra, throwing it out of my way. I first cup her breast lightly running a thumb over her nipples before flicking them slightly causing her to jump a bit craving more. I lower my mouth onto her right nipple, taking it into my mouth, sucking and flicking it with my tongue, gaining beautiful moans in return. I move to the other one giving it equal attention. After I'm done fully appreciating her chest I kiss up her neck moving to look into her eyes.

i’m saying that i love you every day and i know that you love me, baby admit it

“i love you”

“i love you” we both whisper at the same time making us burst out giggling for a moment before we quiet down. It just feels like we’re the only two people on the earth right now. I crash my lips onto hers again, missing her mouth on mine.

I feel her hands tug on my shirt so I pull back to sit on her hips while I pull my shirt over head feeling her eyes on me the entire time. As soon as the fabric falls to the floor Larissa's hands move up my chest. I let her feel along my body as she pleases, content to entertain her for a moment before moving away to take off my pants and underwear. I look up and notice Larissa's annoyed expression at my absence switching to hunger at seeing my exposed body. I chuckle lightly.

“I'm back, don't worry love” I say crawling back on top of her to sit back on her hips again. She moans feeling some of the wetness from my cunt on her stomach and I roll my hips involuntarily trying to get some kind of friction. Her hands immediately made their way to my hips to aid my movements “So needy” I remarked, actually quite happy about this fact “before you were ready to ditch me for paperwork” I decided to tease her a bit about it. she whimpers and I know she’s soaking wet already. Her hands make their way up my thighs going to touch me but before they can make it I take her hands and push them back so that they’re trapped above her head. “how about you make it up to me and I'll make my angel cum so hard she sees white? hmm how does that sound?” she nods her head frantically, liking the idea. “words, honey. I wanna hear you”

“Yes, please” She says itching to touch me

“good girl” I say before grinding my hips down to meet my clit with the skin of her stomach. I let go of her arms and let her effortlessly flip us over so she’s now hovering over top of me. She leans in and kisses me sweetly before moving down down my body leaving soft red marks from her lipstick. She finally makes her way to where I need her most, leaving kisses along the insides of my thighs. I put my hands in her soft hair tugging lightly to move her closer to my core. “no teasing” I whine needing her fingers in me now. She moves so her lips are just ghosting over my clit when I suddenly feel her blow on my clit making me shiver and cry out desperately. Her lips suddenly wrap around my clit sucking lightly. I moan out loudly not being able to nor wanting to stifle the sound. My hips start involuntarily bucking up at her face. Her strong arms find their way to my thighs to force them down causing me to moan out louder. She brings a finger up to my entrance circling around it teasingly for a second before pushing two fingers deep in me. I grip her hair head causing Larissa to moan against my clit sending a shock wave through my body. My body can hardly take it anymore as my thighs shake and my eyes roll back into my head.

Give me all your love and don’t stop my love’s waiting when you reach the top

“Larissa! Fuck i’m gonna cum” Her fingers slow down their relentless thrusting as I ride out my orgasm eventually pulling out. I whine at the empty feeling. I open my eyes to look down at her just in time to see her pull her fingers into her mouth effectively cleaning them off. I watch her absolutely mesmerized before pulling her up by the neck to kiss me passionately. I taste myself on her tongue making me kiss her harder. We both pull away breathless. We both just stay there smiling at each other for a moment catching our breath enjoying each other's presence until I break the silence impatient to taste my wife. “Your turn” I grin widely at her “why don’t you sit on my face, pretty girl?” My hand comes up to rest on her hip rubbing the skin there before prompting her to climb up my body so that her pussy is resting just above my face.

Come into my bedroom, honey what i got will make you spend money (all night long)

I bring my hands up to her thighs pulling her closer to my face so that most of her weight is resting on me. I drag my tongue from her entrance to her clit flicking it lightly causing her to twitch on top of me. I flick at her clit a couple more times before sucking on it. I can hear Larissa's moans muffled by her thighs, spurring me on in my movements. I lick and suck at her clit while she grinds down on my tongue. I take one of the hands holding down Larissa's thighs and push two fingers deep into her cunt searching for that spot I know makes her scream. I curl my fingers expertly effectively drawing screams and moans out of Larissa's mouth. I felt her tighten around my fingers letting me know she was close to cumming. “Come for me angel” I say, having to pull away from her clit for a second before going right back to my movements. Larissa thighs tense around my head and I feel her cum start dripping down my hand so I pull away drinking every last drop she had to offer. She slumps down exhausted, my hands being the only thing holding her up. After a minute of regulating her breathing she moved down to cuddle into my side.

“Do you need anything, my love?” I ask her to softly brushing the hair out of her face.

“No, that's okay darling. I'm perfectly content right now, i just want cuddles” She replies, nuzzling her face into my skin.

“Well that i can do” I hug her tightly and pull the sheet over us. I press a kiss to her temple and cuddle in closer.

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