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"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!

Sometimes i pour the milk in before the cereal first during sleepovers just to spite the host. You invited me here, and that was your first mistake

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 :))

Lady Dimitrescu 25/31 Bath time

Im trying not to scream rn its like 7 in the mprning and i share a room with the 'rents

Give me a fucking lady Dimitrescu x OC fic please

I shouldn't cause you're rather aggressive @get-frickin-rekt but I am a kind soul who wants Lady Demitrescu to step on me as well. Enjoy

(Also I don't do ocs but I based it off your oc rat)

When she sees me

Lady Demitrescu x fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, age difference

"you smile like an idiot when you see her"

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The fifth Lord, that's what you were. Well- that wasn't a very accurate title nor term to what you were within the dysfunctional family Miranda had morphed and fleshed out in some vicious attempt to bring back her daughter. You were what the Cadou made you. Like all the other Lords, Moreau being the exception, you had some human traits like form and appearance along with your temperament with the other Lords. As much as you were perceived to be a Lord and you technically had your own home, you often mingled with the fair Lady Alcina; it was mostly just pleasant conversation over her well made Sanguis Virginis.

But as said, you were made- altered by the Cadou, like becoming a rather tall vampire lady and... Capturing the eyes of- no one. You add the ability to manipulate Spiders and their webs, similar to the way the three youngest Demitrescu's daughters were with the flies. It was a mutation that you often found yourself playing around with, stealing things from Heisenberg to please Alcina or simply freaking him out with the largest spider you could pinpoint in his factory. It was a secret, but Karl Heisenberg had a terrible case of Arachnophobia; it was pretty embarrassing to watch.

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"You super sized-" was mostly what you pinpointed from the the argument going on from your position beside Alcina's seat, glancing up at the Lady's expressions to make sure that Heisenberg hadn't toed the line.. Which he definitely had before. "Listen here you mutt loving maniac," Alcina shot back which almost earned a laugh from you, "we both know that Mother Miranda has a plan and we must trust it. You can't do anything anyway Karl." From her throne Miranda nodded in agreement, along with Moreau who was nodding more vigorously than even the Mother was. "Since Alcina pointed out an undeniable fact this meeting is over, I have more things to do than listen to you two argue." That was pretty much the end of the meeting, it was almost a flash of feathers and Miranda was gone from your constantly dulled vision, Alcina sighed in displeasure as she turned on her feels and wisked herself away from her fellow family members.

It was quiet, near silent, since it seemed like everyone had left while you were staring at Alcina- then the annoying rumble of Heisenberg's voice interrupted your thoughts."You smile like an idiot when you see her," He pointed out with a grin and the tilt of the cigar in his mouth, "even with these sunglasses on I can see those pearly whites (Y/n)." You knew it was true, even quiet Donna accompanied by less quiet Angie had pointed it out after one of the meetings- Moreau had stared with confusion which was enough for you to understand everyone had noticed. "Fuck- I know that Karl," you hesitated slightly, "I am an idiot around her. Ya know, I don't even like Sanguis Virginis! I just drink it to talk to her more..." For a moment he stared, then let out his wretched laugh, "I've seen you drink it you Arachni-freak. It's obvious."

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You almost could hear her voice as you stared up at Lady Demitrescu's figure, knowing you were doing the usual smile as you fawned over her and stopped listening to anything really. "My dear? Are you alright? Did you get into the Wine? I know you like it but I didn't think you liked it that much," you knew you were flaking out- dazed in confused by the presence of this woman. "No, my Lady, I'm simply basking in your warmth." You could see the surprised glances of the little Maidens as they skittered away in fear, unsure of what Alcina was going to say about the uncalled for comment from her favorite Lord. She laughed, the melodic chant of joy was a gift from the heavens themselves. "I appreciate the comment my lovely, but there's no warmth coming from me," she declared a more than likely true fact and one you wished you had known.

You laughed as well, rubbing your flushed face before stating another true fact to the fair Lady. "My Lady, I cannot confirm nor deny that fact considering I have yet to hold onto you in any fashion." Alcina quirked her head, thinking for a moment before offering out her larger than life hand for you to hold; which you didn't take any time clasping onto. It was cool, though not cold like Cassandra or Bela or Daniela. Soft as well, only the hand that a mother would have it seemed. "You aren't warm, no my Lady, but I could change that if you so wished," you proposed to her with hopeful thinking and a smile. All you got as a nod, and her own hand clasped around yours as she began to talk about something else, chirping on about getting a new Maiden and making up a new batch of your favorite wine.

You knew Lady Demitrescu was needed elsewhere when, in near unison, her daughters called out to her for they needed assistance. She let go of your hand, standing up to her usual full height in which you followed by standing as well. Surprising you more than anything that day, was when Alcina bent over to press a kiss to your upper cheek. "You know (Y/n), you could've just asked to hold my hand."

Laundry Service (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x Reader

Larissa helps you out.

Author's Note: Short smut (600 words). This was originally about one of my oc's, but I couldn't resist adding the Headmistress in instead.

You stretched down into the washing machine. You couldn’t believe how hard it was to get to the bottom. You always felt as if you were average height, but as your fingers barely reached the last few socks at the bottom. 

When Larissa passed by the laundry room, she had to do a double take at the sight of you bent over into the washing machine. You were in your lazy Sunday clothes - tight leggings that showed off every curve and an oversized sweater that shifted out of place to expose your midriff. Your feet dangled off the ground as you struggled to snatch up all of the little pieces of laundry alluding you at the bottom of the washer. 

Larissa couldn’t resist coming up behind you. Her hands slowly moved to grip your waist, giving your body a light squeeze.

At first you jolted in surprise, but you soon realized it was Larissa from the familiarity of her hands on your skin, “Oh, honey! Can you help me?”

“Happy too.” Larissa cooed, curling her fingers around the band of your leggings and underwear. 

The shapeshifter was often reserved in her sexual pursuits of you, but that reservation was nowhere to be seen as she dropped to her knees, pulling your pants down with her.

You gasped, hands gripping the edge of the washing machine. Your cheeks flushed red as you exclaimed, “Rissa!”

“I'm helping…” Larissa husked as her hands palmed your ass for a moment before shifting her hands to cup it gently. She used the leverage of her hand placement to spread your thighs to access your cunt. 

You sucked in a breath when you felt the shapeshifter plunge her tongue into your cunt. 

Larissa was eating you with a starving fervor that had you mewling and humming in response. The rim of the washing machine was digging into your abdomen, but that was feeling like far less of a priority at the moment. 

In the few moments Larissa would come up for air from your cunt, she was gasping phrases of adoration - ‘I love you’, ‘You’re perfect’, and ‘You taste incredible’ were repeated over and over.

You couldn’t last long. Between the setting, the dominance, and and the sensation, all of the elements combined in a way that had you gushing on Larissa’s chin.

When the shapeshifter took to sucking on your clit, you had no ability to hold back any longer. You came with a cry, but just because you came didn’t mean the shapeshifter was about to stop. 

Larissa lapped at your cum until she was sure she had cleaned you up enough. 

When Rissa was satisfied, she pushed herself to stand, pulling your pants back up with her. She wiped her face and with a strong arm around your middle, Larissa pulled you from the washing machine and manhandled you into a position where she could seat you on the dryer. 

Larissa then moved away from your dazed form, leaning into the washing machine and yanking out the remaining laundry with a single hand. The shapeshifter tossed the few socks into the nearby laundry basket you had been using before turning her attention back on you, “I hope that helped, darling.”

Larissa turned on her heels, leaving you wide eyed, “Wha- Rissa?”

“If you need anything else, let me know.” Larissa called from the hallway.

“Rissa-“ You called, jumping down from the dryer, cut off by tripping over the basket of damp laundry. You were scrambling as you picked up the laundry from the floor and shoved it in the dryer, continuing to call Larissa’s name as you turned on the dryer and chased your wife down the hall.

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I went awol on my YouTube account and everybody keeps asking me why. This. This is why.

Btw if we're mutuals and you feel like you always have to start the conversation I'm really sorry, my ADHD means I'm really bad at keeping track of people that aren't literally in front of me so it's very hard for me to keep up with Internet friends, even the ones I love the most cuz I'm either like "oh I wonder how they're doing?" and then do nothing about it or I'm like "oh so and so is messaging me yay! I wonder what's happened in the couple days since we last spoke!!" and they're like "so how was your summer" and I'm like "what?" and the last time we spoke was April.

Tl:dr; please don't read my lack of initiation as lack of caring, I'm just very bad at friendship maintenance skills like time management and task initiation

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.