My lovelies! I am gonna be pretty away for the next 5 days. If you see any stories about our queen Larissa Weems, tag me!!!! I don't wanna miss a single one!
Not gonna lie, I'm hoping that seeing Larissa Weems not on the trailer for Wednesday season 2 will get writers to miss her so much that they all start writing about her again
*Authors note~ here’s a little something to feed you all for Larissa seems most of you want it. Big thanks to @dingdongthetail for letting me bounce ideas off them and encouraging me to post it*
Trigger warnings~ none ??
Prompt~ I guess the song Ordinary by Alex warren
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They say, "The holy water's watered down
And this town's lost its faith
Our colors will fade eventually"
So, if our time is runnin' out
Day after day
We'll make the mundane our masterpiece
Oh my, my
Oh my, my love
Thinking back, it started on the sleepless nights of the newborn days. You’d cradle your precious bundle of joy, exhaustion clawing at your bones as hummed a soft simple tune. A blissful bubble of light and love surrounding you. It was easy to drift back to those moments before her birth, Larissa’s hands steadying your hips, swaying with you in an attempt to relieve the pressure building as your body laboured. The baby hairs covered in sweat sticking to the back of your neck as contractions tore through your tired body. Larissa humming the same tune she’d hum to your baby bump in a hopes to bond with the growing baby, in attempts to calm both you, herself and your unborn child in that moment. The only tune that never failed to get the baby kicking and wriggling around like they were dancing inside of you. A full circle moment. Your beautiful daughter only a few weeks old swaddled in her soft pink blanket, pacifier slipping between her pouty little lips as she starred up at her mother. The same tune cocooning the moment ever so beautifully. Perhaps a moment your daughter would never remember, but one that would be etched in you memories forever.
The angels up in the clouds are jealous knowin' we found
Somethin' so out of the ordinary
Life as mothers was everything to you both. The long days, the emotional moments and even the moments you were close to ripping strands of your hair out were everything you’d ever hoped and dreamed of. Yet an easy favourite for you and Larissa was the quiet moments. Normally as you laid your daughter in her bed for the night. A story would be read as she laid her head on your chest. No matter how big she grew this stayed the same. No matter whose night it was to lay with her she craved hearing her mother’s heartbeats to feel safe at night. A story would be read, as she aged the book changed but that wasn’t what truly mattered. Every night the same tune was hummed easing the girl into a slumber. Larissa would absentmindedly lay with her daughter, long slender fingers raking through her beautiful curls as gentle as a fairy’s touch. Soaking in the way the girl would fall asleep with a little smile on her lips. True contentment. The best cure for a tough day of running Nevermore would be coming home to her. To you. Who silently stood in the doorway soaking in the moment of your wife and daughter’s loving moment. Moments like this remind you of how thankful you are to have these two. Wishing you could make time stand still and enjoy the bliss. Being a mother was all Larissa ever wanted yet thought she didn’t deserve. Seeing her with your daughter now, you would’ve never known the insecurities she was having over being good enough. Because here and now she was everything to your daughter. To you. Her family loved her unconditionally just like she loved them.
Hopeless hallelujah
On this side of Heaven's gate
Oh, my life, how do ya
Breathe and take my breath away?
At your altar, I will pray
You're the sculptor, I'm the clay
Something about watching her grow up was magical. Now as teenager, growing into her musical talent, navigating life and no longer needing her parents they way she had before, well it hurt your mom heart. You loved to see her independence grow, your strong girl, yet you couldn’t help but feel your heart ache at the arguments that seemed to be more common these days. You often found yourself craving the quiet moments from her childhood. She no longer wanted to be held. She no longer wanted to lay with her mothers to fall asleep, no more bed time stories. Yet you had the memories to cling to. Larissa more knowing in teenage behaviours being your saving grace. The peacemaker. She held you when you cried after fighting with your daughter, she held you as you cried at her growing up. And she held you tightly in her arms as your daughter went off to prom for the first time with her date. Your daughter told you, when she moved out of home for the first time that, you and Larissa were the sculptors and she was the clay. You’d made her who she was, together. A perfect mix of you and Larissa. She would be okay in life because you ensured she had everything. A loving home, family and parents who would do anything for her. She had everything she needed to be successful. Lying in Larissa’s arms as she slept peacefully that night, her words ran through your mind. This beautiful woman had helped you raise an amazing daughter and you were so lucky to be hers. You’d always worship the ground Larissa Weems walked on. You knew that. She knew that. But here in the darkened room you couldn’t help but trace her features and thank the angles above for leading you to her.
Somethin' so heavenly, higher than ecstasy
Whenever you're next to me, oh my, my
World was in black and white until I saw your light
I thought you had to die to find
Life like ever flowing river continued to rush by. Life with you was something Larissa never felt she deserved. Yet here you were. You’d made her a mother. Her beautiful wife. She remembered the day like it was yesterday, the way tears trailed down your cheeks as you held your daughter for the first time. Glowing and chuckling that you did it. She was her. And gosh did she look like Larissa. The pure happiness that came with her birth only followed your family of three through life. Larissa often clung to the moments like that while being stuck at work late. Wishing she was home with you both, watching you put your daughter to bed, humming the same tune Larissa made for her precious girl. One she never thought anyone would find special but her family. She never imagined anyone would know that this tune never failed to soothe any of you three. Remembering the time you broke your arm, pleading for the blonde principal to come and hold you in her arms, humming her tune. Or even the time larisaa felt the weight of the world on her shoulders when returning from work to see you holding your now teen daughter on your lap humming the tune as she sobbed over her first broken heart. A heavenly little bubble of love that she always assumed was forever going to be a secret, lost in memories that you’d bury with mothers after their departs. She should’ve known better.
You got me kissing the ground (Ground) of your sanctuary (Sanctuary)
Shatter me with your touch, oh Lord, return me to dust
The angels up in the clouds are jealous knowin' we found
Attending your daughter’s concerts were certainly a core memories for yourself and Larissa. She’d been teasing you for weeks about a new song, inspired by you both that she would sing for the first time at tonight’s show. One she desperately wanted you to attend together. No matter what. And neither of you would miss it for the world. Your precious baby deserved to be celebrated for her talent and well you both missed her these days, touring around the world left her little time to visit you both. The moment the piano started to play a familiar tune tears sprang to Larissa’s eyes. She’d know it anywhere. During retirement she’d decided to create a piano version of the tune. Little did she know that was the catalyst for this song. The piece you needed to create this moment. The screen behind you flickered on to the home video of you a few minutes old, cradled in your mom’s arms as Larissa gushed over you, silent tears rolling down her face. Videos and pictures of your life beautifully edited into a music video played behind you as you sang. Family moments you held close to your heart on show for everyone to see what you’d found as a little family. And after the closing notes, the crowd erupted with cheers of your name. Soaking in the moment you hardly noticed your own tears as you quietened the crowd to watch the last scene. A simple slide saying “moms” as you took a deep breath and spoke into the microphone, “I was lucky to be blessed with two angels for moms. I couldn’t be prouder to call you my moms. All my life all I knew was love laughter and happiness, a home made with love and I owe it all to them. They share a love so strong that it’s indescribable. Thank you for showing me what true unconditional love is moms. I’m forever grateful for being your daughter.” Your own emotions choked you up towards the end of the speech, the date of release popped up behind you as you searched the crowd for them. They’d always be there because you all shared a love that
The love you held for the principal of Nevermore is strong. You knew that. But would that love be strong enough to navigate the strong waters of life. Your shared love was put through different twists and trials, but would it last forever? Or die out?
*authors note~ so many wips haunting me and a new obsession with Agatha and rio plus school is murdering my brain. We interrupt Mars writting university assignments to bring the original queen that inspired me to start writing back to your screens. Hold tight for the Christmas event coming soon*
Combined with this from the lovely @dingdongthetail
So reader is a omega who everyone assumes is an alpha because she is fiery and outspoken (thinking more masc presenting), Larissa is an alpha everyone assumes is a beta because she's kind and handles everything with her trademark grace, they have a secret relationship, they know about each other obvs, so when they get alone alpha Larissa comes out and subby omega reader just melts and does whatever her mate tells her. Breeding, mommy, pet names, praise, choking. Thoughts?
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Perception is a funny thing. Subjective. And that was something you had learned very early on in life. Working in Nevermore as an empath is always interesting, you get your fair share of teen angst, puppy love, stress, frustration and your personal favourite curiosity. Feeling the students around you often gives you a great insight into how your lesson will go. Perhaps that’s why your classes are known to be the better behaved ones, you tailor your lessons to their moods. Despite your desire to be an open and honest person, all of Nevermore believe you to be a confident, outspoken at times and charming alpha. All expect one. Your masculine leaning appearance only adds fuel to their preconceived idea of you. People’s opinions of you never really bothered you, learning it’s best to allow them to think what they want. As long as you’re true to yourself then that’s all that matters to you. Your status is not something you deem to be important public knowledge.
As the principal of Nevermore, it was unsurprising that people naturally assumed Larissa Weems was nothing but a beta. Her calm fair nature combined with the uniqueness of her striking appearance only supported the idea. Truthfully, being a private woman, this never bothered Larissa Weems, she quite liked the idea of the public version of her and the real her, hidden behind closed doors. People often say it’s exhausting, pretending to be someone you are not. Larissa would have to disagree with that statement.
Dating Larissa Weems was nothing short of heavenly. Sure her being your boss could be seen as problematic but for both of you it was no issue. The connection you shared with the shifter was like no other you’d ever had the pleasure to experience. She was the first one to ask you rather than guess based on her perception. You were the first one who showed true and unconditional love. You knew first hand how others opinions could affect others so it was only natural you would want to ensure Larissa felt nothing but warmth and love.
The first time your suppressants ran out was only a month into your relationship. Exam season in Nevermore was always stressful but it didn’t help that your pharmacy had no refill for your prescription. It didn’t particularly bother you that people would find out the truth, you were more scared for her reaction. Of course she immediately noticed the change in your scent. Naturally she didn’t want to say anything and potentially cause upset but soon enough it became physically impossible to hide. Your heat hit hard and if you’d been able to concentrate on anything other than the slick between your plush thighs you would’ve noticed that poor Larissa was sent spiralling hard and fast into an unexpected rut.
Desire. Need. Lust. All you felt in the moment. It made thinking with a clear mind difficult for you both. However, just like you suspected, the newfound knowledge changed nothing. Well. That’s a lie. But you like to argue it changed for the better for you both. A safe haven where you could both be what you were made to be. Larissa loving taking the caring dominant role over you, protecting you from any possible threat. You adore being hers, pleasing her, cooking for her. Anything that woman needs your there and ready to do whatever it takes. Not to say she’s not the same for you, you love how her frame towers over your body as she holds you to her chest. The feeling of safety and comfort was all you ever desired. A true Alpha to your omega. True bond. Bound together by fate. Yet nothing changed around Nevermore. The days flowed as they usually did but behind closed doors, it was all different.
Wednesday had well and truly pushed every one of Larissa’s buttons. The principal being left pacing her office as she waits for you to join her for the evening. It amazes you how well Wednesday can rile your lover up. Although it shouldn’t be surprising because her not he is the same. Most assume you become overwhelmed with jealousy and that’s why you don’t like Mortica Addams. If only they knew what a riled up Larissa Weems meant behind closed doors. No. You hate the emotional scars morticia left in her wake. Long deep jagged cuts all over Larissa’s fragile heart.
“Rissa?” You muttered quietly, drawing the woman from her frustrated thoughts. When did you come in? Immediately, your scent washed over her tight frame, muscles began to loosen subconsciously. A direct response. You however could only whimper as her emotional state crashed into your small frame. “What can I do my love?” Within a few strides she was towering over you, a smirk plastered on her ruby lips as she growled, “I wanna make you feel so good you forget your own name. I need to fuck you darling.”
You couldn’t even draw a breath before she was slamming your body back against her heavy mahogany door. Helpless. “Mommy needs her good girl” she practically purred as she nipped and licked over the column of your throat, your pulse thumping under her warm muscle. Really it’s unfair, how can you do anything but surrender to her pure dominance. Tiny moans escaping you as your brain grappled to form a response. To consent to what would soothe you both. “Please” you gasped, hands pawing at her dress that was snug to her hips. How could she not give you everything when you flash those needy doe eyes her way and use such pretty manners?
Her toned thigh made contact with your pulsing clit with a practiced ease, her hands being the only thing keeping you upright as you worked yourself pathetically quickly to an orgasm. The scent of your alpha mixed with the pleasure she was happily providing you created the open road to bliss. Larissa prides herself on just how little she can do before you’re hurtling off the edge. How she could quite literally command you to fuck your pretty pussy for her, putting on a show as all she does is watch. The first orgasm never takes too long for her pull from you. You can’t help but whine when she moves her now slick coated thigh from your heat. “Hush my love, you know mommy will take care your needy cunt. I’d never leave my pretty girl all needy would I?”
Somewhere in the blissful haze the pair of you moved to your bedroom next door and the clothing was stripped from you both, her goddess like figure on full display for your eager eyes to devour. “Mommy” you whimpered, every letter dripped with need. “I haven’t ruined my pretty girls brain already have I? Mommy wants more sweet girl you understand that don’t you?” Her condescending tone added an edge you didn’t know you needed, instinctively your legs fell open, exposing your puffy red soaked slit. “Hmm pretty girl, that was too easy, perhaps you need to be reminded who’s in control here. Can’t have MY girl spreading her legs for anybody now can I?”
Larissa couldn’t help but drive straight in, to get a taste of you like a starving woman. You simply taste delicious. Like nothing she’d ever tasted before. Your arousal coating her tongue was one of her favourite things in the world. The rich taste, the way she could flick your bundle of nerves with the tip of her tongue and you’d respond with such a pretty mewl of pleasure, your core flooding with more for her to feast on. Your hand immediately found its home in her silver strands of hair, gripping and tugging on them as your hips bucked toward her sinful mouth. God the way her nose would bump into your clit as she plunged her tongue into your soaked little hole as her both of you moaning like wild animals. A perfectly timed dance, as old as fate itself.
Larissa prides herself on being an attentive alpha. You are on your third climax of the night before she even realises she’s now painfully hard. Her appendage standing tall and proud. Ready for action. The tip angry, red and leaking. The sight of you gasping for air as you come back down to earth, pupils blown wide with a messy pussy drive her wild. Yet she’s not done yet. You breasts need to be marked. Every inch. Hers. That’s what you are and she’ll mark you as many times as it takes for every one to know. Her slender fingers toying with your perky nipples as she remarks her claim on your neck. It’s enough stimulation alongside the physical sensation being bestowed on your breasts that sends you hurling over the edge again. Tears brimming in your eyes at the pure force of the orgasm rippling through your body. Chest heaving as the shifter leans back to take you in. “Pretty baby, such a messy girl for mommy. I know my girl needs more. Beg for it darling. Tell mommy what you want.” It takes a few attempts before you manage to breathlessly stumble out “I - I want y-you to come I-inside me this time. Please. I want to make you feel good”
Trying to sit up on shaky limbs is a trial and a half, but nothing would stop you from pleasing her. Your lover treats you so well, it’s only fair to repay her. “Please” you pleaded peering up at her through your eyelashes. A simple plea but simply too cute to resist. “Go ahead sweetheart, show mommy how much you want her cock in that sweet little pussy of yours.” Instinctively you bent to take the member between your plump lips, cheeks hollowing around her as you swirled your tongue around the leaking tip. A little pleased moan left you to vibrate along her shaft. “Oh good girl. That’s my girl. Such a good cock sucker for mommy”she praised. Yet it was short lived. Larissa would say she has good stamina, but you’d got her so desperate she could burst from just your mouth. And you both wanted her to be inside of your warmth when she burst. “Off” was all she offered before tugging you off by her grip in your hair, “my sweet girls such a good girl for my dick, but I want to be inside your sweet cunt when I burst. Fuck my babies into you until you’re begging mommy to stop. You want my knot right darling? My cock buried snuggly into your cervix as I fill you to the brim?”
If you thought she was all talk, that thought died as she sunk her cock in. Slowly. Inch by inch. She wanted you to feel every stretch, every vein, every twitch. “Look at how well you take me pretty girl” she moaned taking in the sight she was pleading you to look at. Her hand settled around your throat, lightly pressing you into the mattress and drawing to her full height. “Pretty thing with my hand like a necklace” her murmured thought was cut off by a loud pitch moan filling the room. Any final restraint broke like a damn. Primal needs filling the older woman as she drew out to just the tip before slamming back into you. Blissfully unaware of the world outside the door is what you were. Her hand wrapped round your throat, her constant pounding of your tight little hole, the sinful grunts coming from her as she kept her almost animalistic pace. Striving to hit the spot that makes your eyes roll back into your head as you coat her thick cock with your slick. Incoherent whimpers babbling out of your mouth among the slight choking sounds she was pulling from you only aid in green lighting Larissa to climax.
“Mommy” you whined, haphazardly reaching to paw at her bare chest, “so full. So good.” The praise giving her the drive to pound you just a little harder causing you both to tumble over the edge together. Long spurts of white hot sticky seed raced to your womb as you milked Larissa for all she had, inner walls gripping her knot so tight that she couldn’t help but spill more into your awaiting core. “Fuck darling” she panted as her arms gave out, her head finding its way to where her mark on you lay. It would be a while before Larissa could even considering pulling out of you. Even then she knew you’d beg to be like this for a little longer. To stay full and connected. And who would she be to deny her precious omega of anything? There would come a time she would slip from your now gaping hole and shush your cries of displeasure before setting to work on caring for you. Cleaning you up with a warm rag, bath filled with lavender salts running as she grabs you a drink before lifting you effortlessly in her arms to the tub. Soaking together in the post orgasmic bliss before drying off and drifting off to slumber wrapped in her strong arms.
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