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Larissa Weems

A shot, alpha x alpha, they fuck, cute in the end ig, girls with cocks, valentine's day yaaay

GIF NOT MINE

[ i just need a good omegaverse fic with alpha x alpha (ofc reader and larissa), but i made this. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE ]

Alpha!Larissa x Alpha!Reader!

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Larissa was always expected to choose an omega mate, not just for her family but also for her future. heirs. So it comes as a shock to everyone, including Larissa, when she ends up choosing another alpha to be her mate. Almost every week, Larissa would have a few dates with omegas, but each and every one of them was rejected by her inner alpha. Until one day, Larissa finds her partner during one of these hearings, an anonymous escort for a foreign omega. With the scent of bergamot and sweet tangerines filling Larissa's nostrils, she knows her search is over. She gets up from her chair and walks towards the omega, completely skirting the omega and arriving right in front of the alpha behind her, who stares at her presence with mild surprise. The two stare at each other before Larissa cracks a smile, nodding her head as the other people around her sigh loudly. The only time the principal had to do this, was for her parents.

"May I know my mate's name?"

Larissa asks, waiting anxiously for the other woman's response.

“Y/NL/N, I'm Principal of *you choose* Academy.”

The woman says, returning Larissa's smile and shocking with the depth of your voice.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Weems.”

You nod with grace. Larissa had heard of your Academy before, a place where alphas, betas, and omegas were treated with equal respect, a stance Larissa wants to adopt in the Nevermore. Though his superiors are well aware of her dreams, they have tried to discourage her countless times, telling Larissa that others, especially alphas, would not tolerate this, not when it harmed them. Perhaps if she could have you by her side, it would be easier for your people to change. After all, an alpha mating another alpha is a rarity, even if they are destined to be mates.

"Nice to meet you too, Y/NL/N."

Larissa returns, feeling much more hopeful about the future now than she did a few minutes before meeting your lovely companion.

With long, shiny, tied silver hair and bright blue eyes, do you particularly think your companion is the most beautiful person in the world? everyone you've met in your life and you've seen many beautiful people, men and women of all secondary genders.

Larissa knows that the typical tradition for predestined alpha couples is that they pursue a platonic relationship while having omega spouses, but she wants to meet you, taking the time to see if there can be mutual love between you, fighting the traditions that required her to secure her bloodline with an omega mate. So Larissa does the unthinkable and risks…

"Miss Y/N, would you do me the honor to let me court you?"

Larissa asked, taking her favorite bracelet off and presenting it to you. Eyes wide with surprise, you hesitate for a moment, then let go. a shaky sigh.

"I will."

You say before reaching out to take the bracelet, only to have your hand held by Larissa.

“Let me put it on.”

Larissa looks into your mesmerizing eyes, lips curling into a dimpled smile as you nod. And that was the beginning of their relationship, filled with love and understanding between two alphas who decided to break with societal norms. Larissa and you got married, mated, and fought for secondary gender equality after the coronation. One would think that between two alphas, routines would be a nightmare to deal with, and then there was the issue of heirs… For the second edition, you and Larissa continue to work on duty. And as for the grooves, well…

“Rissa, stop! You're too tight!"

You scream, drooling as Larissa jumps on top of your cock slamming against her stomach, sweat pouring down her toned body, crushing sounds coming from where her ass is swallowing your cock.

"Oh GOD—!"

Larissa scoffs.

"You...your cock is fi- ah...well..."

She pants, her rhythm doesn't falter as her alpha stamina keeps it moving.

"I thought you loved fucking my ass, what happened to that, huh?"

You look visibly tense, veins bulging as you look down to where Larissa is leading you to the base of your knot in formation, its edge extending so much it looks more like an omega is standing on top of it. you. Except Larissa is definitely an alpha.

"What? Cat got your tongue?"

Larissa teases her behavior by making it seem like she's just talking instead of fucking you with her ass. Because that's what's happening. You're getting ass fucked by Larissa. During Larissa's routine, she prefers to go downstairs first, mainly so she can be less aggressive and take her time opening you up and having sex later. It works both ways, with you doing the same thing during your routine. You whimper, wanting nothing more than to turn Larissa and fuck her that way, but they're both well aware of an alpha's routine instincts. Larissa would settle for nothing less than being the dominant force in this situation.

“R-Rissa”

You whimper uselessly, cupping your own chest and playing with your nipples. Larissa pulls your hands away, her own hands taking their place as she pinches your nipples between her thumbs and forefingers before squeezing the thick muscles beneath them as she uses your chest for support as she rides you even harder.

“You know what to say if it's too much..”

Larissa reminds you, who shakes her head and presses her fingers into the sheets. L

"All goOD-"

You gasp, pushing yourself against Larissa, and get slapped in the chest for your troubles.

“Are you going to cum on me? Will you tie a knot and breed me, Honey?~"

Larissa teases, you moan loudly at the suggestion, unable to hold back any longer as you place your knot in Larissa, filling her with copious amounts of cum. Larissa moans, rubbing and swirling her hips onto your cock, then wraps her hands around her own cock and fucks them until her own knot bursts, cumming into his chest with a deep, guttural growl.

"Fuck yes, Y/N!"

Once the heat of the moment has subsided, Larissa leans in, as far as she can while being tied by a stick and kisses ur forehead. a contrast to their rough sex.

You take Larissa's hand, Larissa's favorite bracelet still hanging around her companion's wrist, and bring it to your mouth, giving it a soft kiss.

"I love you too, my love."

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this was rushed, sorry for any mistakes

GIF NOT MINE

Gwendoline Christie

flirts, cute (ig), confused, they are in love. but they don't know.

GIF NOT MINE

[Just flirt. They are in love, especially reader. God. i love Gwen. Gwendoline and her Bf have an open relationship and are ok with having other relationships, but love each other *in this fic*. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE]

Gwendoline Christie x Famous!Reader?

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These days, everything just feels like a loop. Invitations, invitations and more invitations for parties, fashion shows and work. You felt full of it. You wake up and have to go straight to some meeting, you wake up and have to go somewhere, just to stare at people talking, you wake up...and you have people peppering you with questions and asking you to step on them. Not that you hate your fans, but you're just tired. You need some time. You are overloaded.

Sitting at one of the tables, not far from the stage, watching another fashion show that you were invited to and had to attend, because your husband is obsessed with money and knows that the source of all this is you. You let out a sigh, hoping this will be over soon. With the way you are barely able to concentrate on the show in front of you right now, you know this day is going to be unbearably long.

After trying and failing miserably to pay attention to the presenter on the stage, you decide to give up. You've given yourself a good forty minutes of trying, but your interest in what’s going on is non-existent and you're more than convinced that if you need whatever he's presenting, chances are it's already in the package you got.

What you still don't know is how you're going to spend the rest of your time. Not wanting to be too disrespectful by using your cell phone mid-presentation, you grab your not-so-big bag and pull out a blank piece of paper and a pen just to do some random doodling. Aimless. But sadly, drawing eyes or hands are no longer on your to-do list. But even so, you continue to draw, your eyes almost closing from sleep. A few minutes go by and you're just getting even more bored. Somehow while drawing you can’t shake the feeling of someone watching you. This is starting to make you uncomfortable. With a spunk of curiosity you lift your head to look around, trying not to be too obvious for everyone to notice. You can the other tables in the room, trying to discover the source of the sensation. When you finally achieve what you've been unknowingly looking for, you feel your breath hitch at the sight. All you find is a woman watching you like you’re a piece of art.

And in your opinion, this woman could be a painting that came to life. As you stare at the woman, you can tell that she could be the most beautiful woman in the world. Her medium blonde hair with curls like a tangle of beauty. An invitation to affection, the strands making small curves, like a smile. Unlike you,who’s pretty much just awkward, the rest of her is something like everything that could be described as something indescribable, the picture of professionalism. The delicate white skin that you would love to touch with your kindness, the lips of blood that boil not for heat but for love, the crystalline eyes, so deep that they carry more stories than a book can tell. It's the color of someone who carries something more than windows of the soul on her face; it's brute strength, beautiful and affectionate. That pulls your eyes to hers The irises of her eyes being the true art-stained space. Eyes you find hard to look away from.

Still sitting and looking at the woman, you can tell she noticed the red in your cheeks, shoulders and collarbone. Just like her, after being caught looking. But she doesn't look away, being unflinching with her eye contact. Her focus makes you even more flushed and confused, which makes you feel that the look isn't for you. After scanning the room thoroughly for the second time. You're sure the looks is for you, and it makes you cringe a little. Meeting her eyes again, you see that she smiles a little wider as she sees that you finally understand that she is looking at you.

But the universe might not want you to have a distraction or something. The man on stage calls your name, grabbing your attention. He’s talking about the models and the shows. Congratulations to you, since You helped with this. But now, really? The man continues, trying to keep your attention.

Try as you might, you can't break free of the woman's gaze. Smiling gently at the man, the rest of the adults and your husband standing around, you can't help, but steal some looks in the woman's direction. It's like you're stuck like this. And sometimes you can catch her looking and it's emotional, leaving warm little goofy smiles when you catch her looking. It's more exciting to know that she's interested in you and the game you've played with her. When everyone was up for the treats you got out of your chair so fast, you almost fell. You noticed the woman laughing and you're not sure how, but you somehow heard it. You just want her with now, because the sound was the most divine thing you ever heard.

"Are you well?"

Your husband asked, a small tone of false concern in his voice. You just wave chim away. Not much dialogue, just looking for the woman in the crowd. Your interest in her just grows, you want to go to her. But you’re failing. So you decide to go ask your close friends about this woman. Whispering to the not so short woman to your left you ask: *f/n = friend name*

"f/n do you know who this woman is?"

"Which one?"

"That one. Medium blonde hair, red lips, tall and pink dress."

You gesture vaguely in the direction of the mystery woman, not wanting to be too obvious.

"Oh, her. Her name is Gwendoline Christie, an actress who works with Tim Burton."

"Oh okay. Thanks."

"Why the question? Don't say something is going on."

Your friend whispers questioningly, with a rather interesting face and a sly smile. You just shrug your shoulders and curse under your breath. Going back to looking at the woman, she looks like she is not noticing you, she's talking to a man with glasses. They look really close. You blink with a frown on your face but try not to care too much and just walk over to the treats. Flirting certainly made the time pass faster than expected, but it also does something else. It made your heart beat faster in anticipation. What you have no idea. And hope to feel that, again. Take a moment to consider her thoughtfully, looking unobviously in your direction, for which you are more than grateful. 

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inspiration from: Know Your Name. An fanfic in AO3 with Larissa x Reader.

Hope u liked this <3

I think i am going to make a part two 💀

(person who helped edited for a better english, bc Idk nothing: @lils-cards love u)

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- baby gwen have my heart rn

GIF NOT MINE

Pt.2 Larissa Weems x Fem!reader

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Warnings : pre-smut, frustation.

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Lovebirds eh... says Larissa of a sweet way she sits on the bench right next to you just after sitting she took you by the hips lifted you up, and placed you on her thighs she could not help but laugh at you feeling you swaying on her thighs.

Then my dear we are two lovebirds, she whispered in your ear you could not help stuttering trying to answer her something.

You…. Know you should not always believe what Morticia says eh.

Of course, my dear, of course, she would tighten you closer to her and kiss your neck you couldn’t help but smell her hypnotising perfume you’d become a crimson day, Couldn’t think of anything other than the sensation that her lips on your neck might cause as another sensation.

Back to the present:

Always blushing when I’m here isn’t it, my dear I love seeing you like this always a blushing mess under my words and fingers, You could literally give up trying not to the dubious insinuations they made when you were talking about pleasant moments.

You mumbled an inaudible yes in your ear, but she heard it.

You know all this reminds me of very good memories of you lying on that desk moaning my name, Ho yes very, very good memories like the time she took you to her cabin in the mountain Ho yes you had spent the best two weeks of your life.

Honey, Larissa exclaimed as she went to sit in her chair, Come sit on my thighs now little girl Mommy has been waiting for one thing since your return.. You stood up and sat on his thighs.

Talk to me with words Pet, Larissa could only do one thing before she fucked you until you begged her to stop.

Little girl reminds me of who you belong to.

Marilyn Thronhill x Larissa Weems x Fem!reader

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The Link for the playlist : https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1GwA5EoCsgaAcxfrzisM9u?si=992df3674c864e44

warning : pre-smut, age gap, gay panic as hell.

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Continuing your journey to Nevermore was the best choice you could ever make.

Knowing your 2 biggest weaknesses, it was an obligation for you to stay at the academy you could never be a second separated from these 2 women under pain of panicking, you don’t know why since you helped Mrs. Weems (by helping her with paperwork) and Mrs. Thornhill (helping her with her classes in the greenhouse).

Just this morning seeing Weems and Thornhill for your morning of reading could get you down on your knees, putting your playlist you start to panic hearing the music playing.

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Back to this morning:

You started knocking like every Saturday at the door of the Weems office for your Morning of Reading which started at 9am and ended at 1pm, so as not to lie to each other it was a moment where you tell yourself your week of gossip but also you took your grandchildlunch together and your lunch.

It did you a lot of good because you could get rid of all the frustration you had accumulated during the week, spending the whole morning with your 2 favorite people but also the only 2 people who gave you gay panics.

You twisted a second time because the first time you didn’t get an answer, you came in and heard Larissa’s voice when you opened you got a hello from the 2 women each sitting on a chair on each side of the fireplace.

When Thornhill said hello to you she was lighting the fireplace, good God she was gorgeous with her satin shirt with floral motifs (somewhat transparent)

My dear to bring you the books?  Larissa asked you to raise the books that were in your hands to answer.

Perfect replied Marilyn went back to sit in her chair, although we have interesting stories about your honey week, Marilyn asked you.

Well, not much yet

Are you sure about that, honey, you’re nodding your head or I understand that you don’t want to tell us that right now after all you’re good enough to cover your face, said Marilyn.

You looked astonished on your face, you stuttered

Oh dear you know you are not very gifted your feelings for you very long, you suspect that we do not let everyone sit on our thighs Larissa got up seized this heading towards you Marilyn did not take very long before following her.

Then she grabbed your chin between her fingers then placed her left hand on your cheek she gently caressed it, then suddenly you heard your playlist go off throwing the title «Cult of Dionysos»

 Larissa toussa, I don’t want to interrupt this romantic moment but as this music suggests, sharing is highly recommended and I too would like to taste my reward, she replied, by displaying a large on her lips.

Ho my darling prepare this day will be the most exhausting of your life, said Larissa making you.

Prepare to reach the seventh heaven, my dear, added Marilyn with a small laugh.

Extract Marilyn Thornhill x Larissa Weems x Fem!reader

You are a former student of Nevermore Academy, you knew Mrs.Weems from the beginning of your schooling in your last year you met Marilyn Thornhill, And since then you have decided to continue working with them, not being able to prevent you from staying away from these two women especially during your Saturday morning reading meetings.

Update

I plan to post tonight a chapter for fic with Larissa, and maybe create one with Tornhill you can ak if you want other fic. I’m gonna post at 7pm English time

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

When you first met Larissa Weems, it was during your first year in Nevermore. She was already her fourth year in Nevermore and was your guide to visit the school.

And here you are 20 years later face-to-face in his office for a teaching job at Nevermore, and you’re blushing and panicking trying to line up a sentence in front of your childhood crush.

But alas impossible for you you become a blushing and stuttering mess and inspiring, vowels almost every word to make her after all this time you didn’t think that it would upset you so much, But here’s Larissa Weems in all her glory making you stutter and have a nice gay panic.

Now she starts staring in your eyes if you don’t die under her gaze you were sure to survive everything, then she starts coughing.

-Mrs.l/n can we get back to our conversation.

-Mmhh, so yes… I.. I like to tell you I wanted to talk to you about this work. As a professor of macabre psychology at Nevermore.

-Yes, I see I read your e-mail, you would like to become a professor of macabre psychology, if that’s what you mean, I think I can follow up on your application.

Uhmm you started playing with your fingers looking at the ground

She’s coughing again.

-Follow me, you follow her as the little kink you are.

You find yourself facing the chimney she made you sign to sit on the black velvet armchair while she stood right behind you.

She leaned towards your ear and whispered

"My dear, we haven’t seen this for a long time.

As you felt his breath in your neck, you began to have the goose flesh, and you began to blush as hard as a tomato.

As soon as she noticed your blush she let out a little laugh.

"My dear, you always blush so much when I am around you, don’t you?"

She accentuated the pronunciation of the don't you

You couldn’t help but swallow the ball down your throat.

Let’s go back 20 years since you joined the academy 2 months ago and you already had a big crush on Larissa, who wouldn’t, she was perfect, she had everything to please big, smart, beautiful and good gods her accent was to die for.

Every time she called you a total panic, you couldn’t help but get lost in her eyes.

Y/n Hello Earth, Morticia interrupted you in full reflection on any defect that Larissa might have

"Hmm yes. you were saying something

-You can stop drooling for two seconds and talk to him.

-Hi honey, Larissa interrupted you.

"I’ll leave the two lovebirds" she said, leaving the table and heading for Gomez.

END of the part 1

I’m really sorry it’s not that long, but don’t forget that there will be another part.

News about Larissa Weems x reader, i finish the 1st part.

aproximatly the length of the first par is 400 words i know that’s not a lot but you will have a lot of part like more than 20 one per day if i can, I’m reall sorry but i can’t write more than that.

I think i’m gonna write a fanfic about Larissa Weems because she’s so hot and why not.(Like godamn did you saw Gwendoline Christie waka waka hehehehehe she’s so tall and pretty and hot as helllll with all my respect)

Did i have mention that i’ve got issues.

To sum up: You have known Larissa Weems since she was 16 years old and here you are again 20 years later in her office discussing the possibility of becoming a professor at Nevermore. revelations and possibly smuty things and cute kisses 

"Looks like we must cut this short, I have to get that." You nod in understanding. You stand and dust yourself off, smiling at her as she reaches for the phone. Your eyes briefly follow her movement, eyes locking onto her long, slender fingers. You can't help but imagine how they’d feel raking up your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake– …

Jesus Christ Claire, Focus.

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IM BACK!! THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN LONG OVERDUE... As you can see I've gotten over my break up blues and a now back to writing! Still have no proof reader, but I dont really care at this point. Enjoy the chapter!

I know you've been hurt in this walk of life. (let me find my shoes, I will walk with you.) - A Larissa Weems x Reader hurt/comfort fic.

A/N: purely self indulgent. as previously mentioned on the last episode of dragon ball z, my partner of two years broke up with me. On top of that, I've been relapsing because I'm oh so smart, but enough of the sob story, Have this fic I coughed up during my Depressive episode

This isn't proofread because, well, my proofreader dumped me 😭

TW: Self-depricating thoughts, Self-harm, implied child abuse, just the sads all around

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Your life was shit. Pure unadulterated shit. It feels like from the moment you were born the universe was out to get you, like every circumstance was a "fuck you" to the face. Nothing ever went right for you. For starters, your parents were the absolute worse. They were constantly breathing down your neck about your grades and about how you present yourself in public, gotta protect their image they would say. From a young age you had to act older than you ever should have had to. Then in highschool everything just came crashing down on you, fear of the future, dread from the past... you finding out you were an outcast was just the cherry on top; it was one thing for you to be your family burden, but now you're also a blood sucking monster! Just your luck.

Life was a sea you were drowning in constantly, you felt as if there wasn't a day where water wasn't in your lungs and your mind wasn't constantly belittling you. It was tiring, exhausting, whatever else is synonymous. You just want it to stop. You wanted to feel something other than your emptiness, your constant dread of a lack of purpose.

Maybe that's when it started.

The first time was an accident. You were working on a school project and was cutting up some cardboard for a model, unfortunately you're a clutz and you accidentally dropped your cutter. You winced and grabbed your wrist which was now bleeding. Oddly enough though... you didn't really mind. You'd blamed the vampirism then but.. then you found that the cuts on your wrist went from accidental to on purpose.It was a dumb idea now that you think about it, you realise that now, maybe not then. You wanted to feel something, anything. The stinging sensation of the blade piercing your flesh was intoxicating, it hurt, but it hurt so comfortably. You found solace in it, no matter how morally grey it seemed.

But now, several years later, standing in front of your bathroom sink and staring down at the very same flesh you've abused all theseyears you can't help but loathe the scars you made. It's entirely your fault, you think, but that doesn't make you hate it any less. You stare and stare, each scar a reminder of how miserable you were, how pathetic you were.

It was a reminder of what life was like before her.

Larissa was a breath of fresh air in your miserable life. If you walked around with a rain cloud above your head she was the one holding and offering you an umbrella. She made your life a little bit more tolerable simply by being in it. Ever since meeting Larissa, you've noticed you've made some good changes to yourself. One of them being that you were almost half a year clean from cutting yourself!

..Almost.

Your hands grip the edge of the sink tightly, fighting back tears as you stare at two fresh scars you made the night before. That familiar feeling of dread filled you again, blinding yourself from seeing reason. Relapse is normal, Larissa once said, but you refused to tell her, you didn't want to disappoint her.

Then again, nobodys more disappointed in you than you are.

You're so lost in your self-loathing that you fail to hear the front door to your apartment open, Larissa had a spare key, you felt it was only right for her to have one by your 7th monthasarry. She calls out for you from the living room, but you're too busy hating the person in the mirror to realise that.It's only too late when you realise. The door to the bathroom clicked open, your angel's voice filled with such worry over your silence. You're like a puppy around Larissa, the moment she's back in your vicinity you're like a dog missing it's owner and suddenly you're all over her. Not tonight, though. Tonight you were quiet. Tonight you were staring at yourself and your scars, hating yourself like you always do.

It's only then you look up to stare at her, she's quick to be by your side her hands rough, a testament to her hardwork, yet so soft and gentle when handling you. She grabs onto your wrist and notices the fresh scar from the night before, her beautiful oceanic eyes painted with deep worry.

She takes you to your bedroom and sits you down. She's talking, but it all feels like it's underwater to you, you felt like the world and everything around you wasn't real at the moment, with nothing but the ringing in your ears distracting you. You try to make out what she's saying but ultimately give up. She's cleaning your wound, you notice, she's taken a first aid kit and she's making sure your cut is properly disinfected. Her touch is so soft and caring, it almost makes you tear up and cry. You stare at her, her eyes fixated on her task. You take a moment to admire her, her beautiful blonde hair, the way her brows furrow and her nose scrunches when she's focused.. for a moment, you're lifted from the tide and you can see clearly; you see her. Your Larissa, Your love.

When you realise those blue eyes are staring back at you, that's when you notice you seem to have regained your grasp on reality, she's looking at you with such warmth yet such worry, you feel bad for burdening her, but you've never been a burden, not to her, no. She adores you. She wishes you could see that.

"Are you okay?" Her words finally register, you blink at her, unsure what to say. Are you okay? You don't know yourself, honestly. She can see the conflict going on in your mind and hums, as if understanding something, her hand hovers over your cheek, a silent question in her eyes. You press your cheek into her palm and nuzzle into it, your eyes closing at the warmth and familiarity of her touch. Her eyes soften at that, her thumb caressing your cheek.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You shake your head, finding yourself unable to speak. She nods in understanding and the two of you stay there for a while, a comfortable silence falling between the two of you.

Eventually, She moved you further onto the bed. Her heels were discarded somewhere across the room, her coat hanging against the headboard, you stare up at her as she situates you so that your head lay on your chest, the steady rise and fall of chest calming your nerves and anxiety that you didn't even realise was there.

Silence falls between you two again, but you don't mind at all. Her hand mindlessly draws shapes on your back with her fingers. You bury yourself in her embrace, her touch alone lifting away all your worries... well.. almost all of them. You felt the need to open up to her but you hesitate, that same old voice in the back of your head telling you not to bother her with your pathetic whines. But as you look up at her and you find her staring back at you with nothing but love and warmth.. you can't help but let the dam loose.

You lay there and open up about everything, how tired you've felt recently, how disgusting you feel especially when it comes to your scars. You want to cry, but you can't, so you just kept it all in until you couldn't anymore. As you rant, She listens to you intently, her eyes filled with nothing but understanding and care. When you end your small tangent, she brings your wrist up to her face and presses a kiss to it.

"Thank you for telling me," She whispers softly, her lips pressing against the skin of your wrist, you shiver at the contact, confused as to what she's doing. She continues to kiss your wrist.. no, your scars, you notice, and you watch in silence, your eyes curious yet filled with warmth.

She takes her time with each one, each kiss soft and meaningful. You could feel the pure love radiating off of her, it was overwhelming. It nearly made you cry, but what really did it were her next words."I know I can't do much to help you see yourself the way I see you." She mutters against your skin, her eyes reading into yours.

"But not once have I ever found you pathetic or disgusting, nor have I ever thought you were a burden." She pulls away from your wrist and caresses your cheek once again, her gaze filled with sincerity. You listen to her, clinging onto each word, the familiar feeling of warmth from her comfort already lifting the weigh on your shoulders.

"And most of all," She grabs your wrist with her free hand, her fingers gliding across the skin. "These scars... while the way they got there is.. unconventional. They're a testament to how resilient you are, how resilient you have been."

"I will never view them as disgusting, because despite everything, they still make up the person that you are, and I love you all the same. And I'll continue to do so, For as long as you'll have me."

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Tears sting your eyes, but not in a bad way, never in a bad way with Larissa. Your heart was swelling with such gratitude and love for the woman before you. You can't help but stammer like an idiot, your tears spilling down your cheek. It was an embarrassing sight, you're sure of it, but not to her, she wipes away every tear wordlessly, no judgement or mockery in her eyes. Just pure unfiltered love, love you never recieved growing up, love you needed all this time, love you deserved, love she offered.

As you fall asleep that night with her arms wrapped around you and the steady beating of her heart lulling you to sleep, you come to the conclusion that living isn't so bad, as long as you had your Larissa.

I have yet to post chapter three of my fic cuz me and my proofreader Low-key broke up but uhhh anyone want some hurt/comfort larissa fics because I'm not projecting at all? 😭😭

dear people who read my fic or have yet to

I just wanna apologize for the wait for chapter three of falling like the stars (CHRIST I need a new fic name). I'm waiting for my new keyboard because I refuse to type on mobile I'm too dumb for that !! I know I have a record of keeping my fics unfinished but I do have chapter 3 in the works I'm just a little silly ATM,,,,,

I also feel like I need to give a better summary of where I'm going with this...

Basically when I said multi chapter, i meant LOTS of it. I think this fic might reach like 30 or so chapters? I have a lot of plot in store, lots of drama and world building and what not.,, so if you're looking for a long read larissa x Marilyn x pilipino reader fanfic complete with poly lesbians and an interesting(?) drama plot, why not give my fic a chance ??!? Additionally, I wonder if you guys are okay with how long I plan to make this !!? I kinda worry that I'll be dragging the story too long if I add in my story ideas so I might split it into three seperate fics which sequel eachother... we'll see !!

I forgot to grab a link but the title is Falling like the stars on ao3, you'll find it in the larissa weems x reader tag or the Marilyn x reader tag :))

Some doodles of Claire Royales and Larissa from my fic "Falling like the stars"...........

@agrimmsetofcircumstances this is my spouse. They chose the color of the jacket. I'm sorry if the coloring looks off sobs. I'll post Marilyn and Claire soon I just need to find out where th my art went

I DID IT. I POSTED IT. DEAR GOD THE ANXIETY I FEEL RIGHT NOW. EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO AND LET THE GROUND SWALLOW ME WHOLE

Thank you to my wife who encouraged me to post this, and to h-doodles. Im gonna go cry in the corner now

so if I said I have like. Oh I don't know, a multichapter Filipino Aswang named reader x Larissa x Marilyn fanfic complete with my art in every chapter but I'm just too shy to post anything ever.. would anyone read it?... hypothetically. Just. Just asking for a friend...

Edit: Reader's name is Claire Royales, she was also study buddies with Larissa in school. They met in the forest.