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The golden trio of the golden age

(every friend group has:)

Larissa Weems

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

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[ 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

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WHAT ABT LADY JANE?

I'm asking for some cuteness with Lady Jane and some smut, let your creativity flow! take your time in this.

Moments In The Woods

Lady Jane x bounty hunter!Reader

A/n: I definitely took my time with this, I'm so sorry 🤣 Fluffy, with a hint of smut (I've been hitting a huge block with smut, so I'm terribly sorry if this wasn't what you were looking for 🥹).

"Won't a fire alert them to where we are?"

"Well since we're not anywhere near them, no."

Despite all of it however, as you watched her pull herself back standing and brush off the dirt from her knees, there's nowhere else you'd rather be.

Her blunt tone made you scoff, and you fell back into silence as she stoked the fire to life, crouched down on her knees to blow into the barely lit embers. Darkness had rapidly fallen on surrounding forest, she too focused on the hunt and you too focused on her to notice.

Lady Jane had taken you under her wing a few months back, an outbreak from the camps proving to be a bit too difficult to handle on her own. Instead of having to share majority of the profits with another skilled Bounty Hunter, she'd taken on you, freshly inducted and thoroughly clueless as to what you'd gotten yourself into. The first bit was rough, bordering uncomfortable, as Lady Jane wasn't used to someone "lagging along", but over time she'd grown rather fond of you, your ability to pick things up quickly and humurous wit endearing her to you. Now here you sat, shivering slightly on a half-fallen log in the middle of god-knows-where as she attempted to get some sort of dinner started.

She slumped down beside you, exhaustion from the long trek finally settling in, and she thunked her head into your shoulder, trusting you to keep an eye out for any threats so she could rest a moment. The fire crackled and popped before you, the lively dance of the flames soothing the chill that permeated the air, and you nearly thought Jane had accidentally fallen asleep momentarily until she spoke.

"You've been far away today little bird. What's got your tongue?"

"It's getting harder and harder to track them, and they seem to be getting more resourceful. Aren't you ever worried we might be on the losing side now?"

The nickname made you smile. It had come about after another hunter referred to you as "Lady Jane's awkward fledgling"; at first she'd teased you, but had since continued to use it as a term of endearment throughout your companionship. You idly fidgeted with one of the many thick rings on her hand before clearing your throat to answer her question, nervous of what the answer may be.

She chuckled at that, adjusting herself so she could pull you into her arms and place you comfortably between her legs. Gentle nips and kisses were pressed along your neck and collarbone, and you sighed into the affection.

"I have little to worry about when I have you like this, birdie."

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing full well the intention behind her words. Sure enough, her hands tickled their way up your hips to the button of your jeans, pausing, waiting-

"Yes."

She grinned at your confirmation, her heart doing "that damned fluttery thing" when you reached over to gently pulled the rings off her fingers for both your comfort. She continued to nip at the space between neck and shoulder, and you let out a pleased huff as the pads of her fingertips gently stroked you, pinching and circling at just the right moments to have you squirming. Normally she tried to keep you quiet, lest your pleas reach unwanted ears, but tonight, as she held you close under the moon, her only desire was to hear you. Your head fell back on her shoulder, a high-pitched whine echoing off the trees as she slipped inside you. Her pace quickened, a small bubble of pride erupting in her chest as you finally came undone, her name tumbling from your lips. She kissed your forehead and cheeks as you attempted to catch your breath, and you couldn't help but chuckle at the self-satisfied smirk she gave you before licking her fingers clean.

"Nothing to worry about indeed."

You’re Mine

Helena Eagan x Reader

Summary: Helly kisses what isn’t hers. Helena needs to remind you exactly who you belong to.

Tags: strap-on, hair pulling, rough sex, ficlet

Reader is wearing nondescript pants.

Authors note: Helena give me one chance I swear you won’t regret it.

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Helena watches with cold eyes as Helly kisses your innie. Kisses you. The one good thing Helena has that Helly doesn’t.

It doesn’t matter that Helly made friends. That people care about her in a way they never have about Helena. Because Helena has you. You care about her. You see her and you love her and you’re hers. Helly putting her filthy hands on you is something she won’t tolerate.

Helena’s hands are clenched tight enough for her nails to dig into her skin as she stalks out of her office to find you. You’re at the kitchen table, reaching up for something in the cupboard. She doesn’t care what. She walks up behind you, tension in every line of her body, wraps her fingers around your waist and shoves your hips against the counter. You yelp in surprise, catching yourself so you’re already partially bent over for her.

“Helena?” you ask.

There’s only confusion in your voice. No fear or hate or annoyance. She grinds her hips against yours and feels the way you shiver. The stiff strap-on between her thighs was the right choice. Normally, you’re the one to worship her in the bedroom. This will be a rare treat for you.

She wants you to feel the ache as you make your oblivious way around the severed floor tomorrow.

“Did something happen?” you ask, always so concerned for her.

“Quiet,” she says and grips your hair. You submit instantly, letting her pull you into an arch as she devours you with her eyes. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you say. “Only you.”

Her free hand pulls down your pants while the one in your hair pushes until you’re lying flat. You’re wet enough that she can fill you with one thrust. She isn’t in the mood to give you time to adjust and relishes the way you gasp. She pulls out all the way to the tip before pushing back inside of you. You jolt and moan. Her free hand goes to your hip to keep you still as she fucks into you again.

Her pace is harsh and it isn’t long before she’s pulling you up by your hair again.

“Helena,” you whimper.

She allows a small, greedy sound to escape her.

“Say it again,” she says and tugs at your hair.

“Helena,” you moan.

“Who do you belong to?” she emphasises the question with a rougher thrust of her hips.

“You.”

Helena watches the way you gasp and moan and cling onto the counter. It makes her want to devour you whole but she remains firm in her control. She isn’t an animal.

Instead, she digs her fingers in and watches you slowly fall apart under her. When you start making those little high-pitched noises that mean you’re getting close, she snarls,

“You’re mine.”

“Yours, yours, yours,” you chant in time with her thrusts.

She feels the way you tense and break under her. She lets her nails dig in as she watches you writhe and moan for her. She memorises every twitch as you slowly come down. All this time and she still finds watching you fall apart fascinating.

She doesn’t move again until all that’s left of your orgasm is little shivers wracking your spine. She slowly drags her strap out, noting the way your breath hitches, before just as slowly pushing back in.

“Again?” you ask.

“I want you to feel this tomorrow.”

You nod, taking a deep breath. You slowly cross your wrists at the small of your back. She exhales sharply. Yes, this is exactly what she needs.

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victoria neuman fandom if you can hear me please wake up...

okay it’s been long enough where are the lee harker x reader fics???

Gwendoline Christie

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

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[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

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