If You're Taking Requests Can You Do One Where Larisaa Is Trying To Have A Meeting But Fem!reader Is

If you're taking requests can you do one where larisaa is trying to have a meeting but fem!reader is under her desk making it hard for her? I love your work! If you're not taking requests that's okay!

Little Brat

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 766

Warning: NSFW, 18+, fingering, eating out, (semi-public)

A/n: Hope you like it!! <3 Sorry it took so long, had so many requests and school started again, that's why so few fics are coming @dontsayshit-saychickenfuck

Larissa had just finished in the bathroom, as she heard someone knock on her office door. She checked the watch and realised that it was already time for her meeting. As she stepped back into her office, you were gone. Or so she thought, so she went to open the door and greeted her guests.

They sat down in the chairs in front of Larissa's desk, and she rounded the table, wanting to sit down. Just as she pulled the chair away, she saw you sitting under her desk, mischievous grin gracing your lips. She sighed, not being able to tell you off, now that her guests were already present.

She sat down, and you immediately grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer to you. She sat on the edge of the chair and voluntarily spread her legs open a bit as she felt you push up her dress. Your hands slowly wandering up her bare thighs. The conversation she was having, felt distant and quiet to you. You ignored it, bathing in her beauty, in her warmth.

As you placed kisses on her thighs, her breath hitched. She tried to hide it with a cough, but it sounded ridiculous. You nearly laughed. You stopped your actions for a moment, listening if someone would say something.

"Principle Weems, are you feeling alright? We can postpone this." You looked up at Larissa and saw her shake her head. She resumed talking about the petition she had made, ignoring the other woman's question.

You wanted to make this really hard for her, she wouldn't easily get out of this. So you stroked over her inner thighs while kissing your way up on the other one. You slid closer to her core, now fully sitting in between her legs.

Her underwear was soaked, you hadn't even touched her yet and she was already desperate for you. You smirked, lightly biting into her flesh. She tensed, not out of discomfort, out of desire.

"I'm sure we'll be able to find a compromise." Her voice was shaky, thinner than usual. If they'd known her well, it would have been unnoticeable that something was wrong. But they didn't, so she seemed normal to them.

Lightly you pulled her underwear down, seeing her shift in the seat to make it easier for you. Placing a mild kiss on her clit, you felt her tremble a little. A moan getting stuck in her throat. So, you tested her a bit. Running your tongue through her wet folds and teasing her entrance with your fingers. She was strong, nothing escaped her. Without warning, you slipped two fingers into her, a desperate moan escaped her. Again she tried covering up with a cough. This try was even more pathetic than the last one.

"Principle, I don't think you're well. Maybe it'd be best if we'd postpone this." Larissa sighed in relief.

"Yes, I suppose so. Thank you for your understanding." With that she grabbed the woman's hand and told her goodbye. She found the way out on her own and the second the door fell close Larissa opened her mouth to say something, but a loud moan escaped instead. You started pumping your fingers into her and your tongue didn't hesitate to start pleasing her.

Larissa gasped for air, surprised by your sudden fast pace. "Oh god, you little brat…" she moaned and shoved you closer to her centre. Her juice spreading all over your chin. She tasted amazing, and you could eat her out all day. Sometimes you even enjoyed it more than being pleased yourself. Seeing her let go and be completely carefree for a moment, made your heart flutter.

You sucked on her clit, reaching up to her breasts with the free hand. Gently you squeezed it, earning another moan from the older woman. You knew she was close, her walls clenched around your fingers and her thighs shut more and more around your face.

"Please, (Y/n)... I'm coming" a guttural, deep moan fell from her lips as she stumbled over the edge. Eagerly you licked up every bit of her juice and slowly pulled your fingers out of her, making her whimper.

"Want a taste?" You held your fingers out to her, and she immediately took them in her mouth, sucking them clean. You stood up and sat down on her lap.

"You little minx. I think I'll have to punish you later." Hungrily she kissed you, and pulled you closer to her.

"It was definitely worth it, love." You winked at her seductive, making Larissa blush slightly before she kissed you again.

can you do a sub larissa x fem reader where reader fucks rissa from behind.

PLEASE AND THANK YOU IF YOU DO ❤️

Beg

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1511

Warning: NSFW, 18+, strap-on, eating out, nipple play, praise kink, degradation kink, cunnilingus, masturbation, sub!Larissa

A/n: hope you like it!!

It had been a long day, and you just wanted to spend the evening with Larissa. You didn't really care what you did, just spending time with her was enough for you. So after having finished work, you made your way to Larissa's office. You knew she'd still be there, probably working as well.

You knocked but didn't get a response, right before knocking again you heard a noise from the door to your right. Larissa's private rooms. You gently opened the door, and looked through the room. She wasn't there. Stepping in and closing the door behind you, you made your way over to her bedroom door. The noise got louder.

Standing in front of the door, pressing your ear against it, you realised the sounds were moans. Larissa's moans. Careful not to make any noise you opened the door and peeked through the gap. The view was heavenly, Larissa laying on the bed, legs spread open, her fingers touching her centre. Her eyes were shut, pleasure gracing her beautiful face. Light moans escaped her, while she thrust two fingers inside her and kneaded her breast with her other hand.

"Oh- (Y/n), please..." you felt heat rush through you and the forming pool between your legs made it hard to keep observing without interfering. As much as you loved the sight in front of you, she had broken a rule. You waited a few more moments and as you saw her legs twitch, knowing she was close, you opened the door completely and stepped in.

"Enjoying yourself, slut?" Startled she stopped, whining at the loss of touch so close to the orgasm.

Her cheeks were flushed red, and her eyes filled with lust and love for you. It was a beautiful sight, and you were easily reminded of how much you loved her. Taking off your shoes, you approached her and crawled onto the bed, between her legs and up to her face. Hungrily you kissed her, leaving her breathless afterwards.

"You're so incredibly beautiful, Larissa." She blushed even more, kissing you again. She enjoyed the moments of intimate, loving peace. She knew you'd punish her, for what she had done. But she didn't complain, she loved you dominating her.

Pulling away, you looked at her. Hunger and lust having overthrown the adoration in your eyes.

"You broke a rule, love. I'll need to show you your place, don't you think so?" Eagerly Larissa nodded, ready for you fucking her senseless. You chuckled at her desperate from underneath you.

Sitting up straight you started unbuttoning your shirt and took it off. Larissa reached towards you, wanting to help, but you shoved her hand away.

"No touching, I don't think you deserve that." Defeated she pulled the hand back, watching you lose clothing after clothing.

"You look amazing." Larissa whispered, in awe of you. You chuckled, offering her a smile.

"Why, thank you. But flattery will get you nowhere." It was very convenient, that Larissa was already naked. It sped up the process immensely.

You leaned down, and started to kiss around her nipple, never really touching it. You saw that Larissa wanted you to suck at them, but you wouldn't grant her that wish. Not yet, at least. You wanted to torture her a bit. You licked over each nipple, just once, eliciting a desperate moan and then a frustrated sigh as you pulled back. Grinning mischievously you winked at her and started attacking her neck, planting kisses all over it. Lightly sucking at her pulse point, earning a groan from the older woman. Your hand roamed all over her body, touching every inch of her. Stroking over her stomach, over her hips, down to her tights. But you never touched, where she needed you most.

"Please, (Y/n)-" you cocked your head, looking at her innocently.

"Please what? I need you to speak with me." She was desperate for her touch, she hated to beg, but she was desperate enough to still do it.

"Touch me, (Y/n). Please, fuck me." Content with that, you smirked at her and moved down a little, placing yourself right between her legs. You licked though her wet folds, tasting her sweet juice. Larissa wouldn't need long, you knew that. She had already been close, when you interrupted. You felt her legs twitch as your mouth made contact with her throbbing clit.

"Oh- (Y/n)" She moaned out, between ragged breaths. You used one of your hands to hold her legs open, and the other one wandered up, to finials touch her nipple. You rolled it with your fingers and pinched it a little, making her scream out at the sensation of pain and pleasure together. You sucked at her clit, while licking frantically over it with the tip of your tongue. The sounds that escaped her nearly made you week as well. You felt yourself moan against her heat. It only took a few more licks and Larissa came, legs twitching and gasping for air, while breathing your name out like a prayer.

You didn't give her much time to come down from her high, as you used your fingers to rub her clit, while moving up and sucking at her nipple. Her breath hitched, and her hand grasped the sheet with so much strength, that her knuckles turned white.

"(Y/n), it's too much. I-" you didn't stop, ignoring her words, and soon you felt her tremble, nearing her second orgasm. Your fingers increased in speed, and you lightly chocked her with the other hand, that threw her over the edge. Her voice deeper than usual, she moaned out your name. You slowly down your movements, and kissed each of her nipples before sitting up.

"I'm not finished with you yet. Turn around, I want you on all fours." You looked down at her, trying to catch a breath. Still, she obeyed and did what you said. You stood up and walk over to the drawer, grabbing your strap-on.

"Such an obedient slut." You fasten the leather around you and make sure the strap sits right. After that you crawled back into the bed, kneeling behind Larissa, you take a moment to trace her spine with your finger, making her shiver under you. You lean forward, mouth next to her ear.

"You're going to be a good little girl for me, and take what I give you. OK?" She nods, and you raised up behind her again. With one hand you squeeze her ass a little and lightly slap it, making her moan out. At that reaction you do it again, again making her moan. You slip a hand on her lower back, as to hold her in place and slap her as again. You do that a few more times, until her ass starts to look slightly red. Looking at her thighs, you see her juice running down her leg. You pick it up and smooth it over the strap between your legs.

"So desperate for me, aren't you. Such a little needy brat." She whines at your words, nearly screaming out as you trust into her without warning. You push the gull length inside her and take it out again, torturously slow, making her whimper. With the tip of the strap you tease her entrance.

"Beg for it." You run the strap through her folds, squeezing her ass.

"Fuck me, (Y/n). Please, I need you, inside of me." With that you thrust into her again, making her yelp. This time you thrust in and out a little faster, but still maddeningly slow. You lean forward, nearly laying on top of her and reach around her body with both hands, grabbing her breasts. You cup them and hold yourself steady while increasing the pace with which you fuck her. She throws her head back, allowing you to see her eyes shut, and her mouth hung open in pleasure.

"Ah- God, please let me cum." She waited for permission, she held her orgasm back, just for you. The thought of that, made your core throb and pleasure roll over you.

"Not yet, ohh, wait for me." You felt yourself fast nearing the edge. You increased the pace even more, making your skin clap against Larissa's. She reached forward, trying to hold herself steady at the headboard of the bed. The view in front of you was unbelievably erotic, better than you could have ever imagined.

"Oh, I'm close. Come with me Larissa." With a last hard thrust you both came, moaning each other's name. Absolutely overwhelmed by your orgasm, you caved in on top of Larissa, trying to catch a breath.

Slowly you pulled the strap out, making Larissa whine under you. She was absolutely overstimulated and sensitive. You unclasped the strap and threw it to the side. Larissa had laid down on her back, breathing heavily. You moved down, to lick her thighs and centre clean, making her twitch under your touch. You kissed her passionately, having her taste herself on your tongue, before you stood up to grab things to clean her up.

Could you do a professor!Larissa weems x student!reader college au where the reader studies English lit at a top university and is a really good student but got disowned by their already not well off family for being queer so due to a lack of stable income and now housing the reader has turned to striping to try to make ends meet. Their teacher Larissa finds them stripping at a club she frequents and pays for a private dance. The reader doesn't realise Larissa is the one who the dance is for and gets really embarrassed and shy because they have feelings for her and they quickly find out the feelings are mutual as Larissa asks why they are stripping and tells them that if she quits strippings she'll take them to her house and fuck them senseless, while paying for their living/tuition essentially becoming her sugar mommy?

Professor Weems

Pairing: professor!Larissa Weems x student!Reader (over 18 ofc.!!)

Word Count: 1253

Warning: strip club, slight NSFW, mention of smut, sugar mommy

A/n: AU!, hope you like this!!! Coukd do a part 2, with smut if you want! <3 @a-random-dead-thing-in-a-grave

You could've described your life as perfect, you had everything you wanted and needed, you were happy and privileged. Until you weren't.

You studied English literature in Oxford, your parents, and you never had the best relationship, but they always supported you financially, and you still lived at home. Having set boundaries and a few rules, living together was actually not too bad.

You loved going to University, especially because you had this amazing Prof. Prof. Weems was her name, she was incredibly intelligent and really fun at the same time. On top of that, she was stunning, making you crush on her fast. You never thought, you'd have a chance with her and were happy admiring from a far. But with time you felt, that it would probably still be appropriate to tell your parents about your sexuality. Quite frankly, you were sick of them asking if you had found a boyfriend already.

After that, it all went downhill. You had never known your parents to be homophobic, but apparently they were. Kicking you out immediately and refusing to pay any further for University. Apart from the fact that you needed to pay a flat now, University of Oxford is damn expensive. So just like that, you weren't privileged at all anymore.

Desperate to make ends meet and pay for your living, you started stripping at this little club close to your flat. You always feared someone you knew would come in, as you couldn't afford to work outside of Oxford.

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It had been a busy evening, the club was packed, and you made quite a lot of money. You hated so many people at ones, but the money was the important thing.

Larissa had come in quite late, the club had ready emptied a little. Walking in and approaching the bar, first thing she saw was you. She immediately recognised you, being one of her best students.

She was surprised to see you here, never had she felt you were in need for this, or that you were up for something like this. Her interest was aroused, so she asked the girl at the bar, if she could book a private dance with you. She hummed as a response and told Larissa to go wait in a separate room after she had paid.

Larissa didn't even bother to take of any clothes, that's not what she wanted out of this. She sat down on a chair, waiting for you to come in.

You were used to doing private dances, just not so late in the evening. Usually no one booked you so close before closing time. But you didn't complain, money was money.

Checking if your outfit sat right, you opened the door. Looking down, you seductively entered. As you looked up, your cheeks immediately reddened, and you covered your face with your hands.

"Prof. Weems, I didn't expect you here." You felt her stand up and approach you. To your surprise she took off her jacket and placed it around you, guiding you over to the bed.

"I could say the same." You knew she sat down next to you, because you felt the mattress dip down. You still couldn't look at her, too embarrassed.

"(Y/n), please look at me." Hesitantly you looked up, seeing nothing but concern and care in her eyes. The judgement you had expected, nowhere to be seen.

"How come you do this?" She gently rubbed your back, making you feel absolutely safe and showing you that you could trust her. It was a pleasant feeling, thinking back at your life, you weren't sure you had felt like this before.

"I-, My parents kicked me out and stopped paying for University, so I need the money. University is fucking expensive." You chuckled through tears, attempting to lighten the mood. Larissa offered you a reassuring smile.

"Can I ask why they kicked you out?" You stiffened, did you really want to tell her? You had only ever told your parents, and that ended well. Afraid of another rejection, another heartbreak. But she seemed accepting, calming, even comforting.

"I'm gay." You whispered, nearly inaudible. Larissa's eyes widened, and at the sight of your tears she pulled you into a hug. Gently stroking over your hair, holding you close. Careful not to touch any bare skin, which you had a lot of at the moment.

"Oh love, I'm sorry that they weren't accepting." You looked up at her, the fear still in your eyes. Larissa immediately understood what you asked. Being reminded of having the same look in her eyes. She slightly laughed, a sound of the heavens escaping her lips.

"Oh no, don't be scared. I'm also gay." Your eyes widened, fast to hide your face in her shoulder. Not wanting her to see your reddened cheeks. Still Larissa knew, you were flustered, and it made her laugh. She thought you were incredibly cute.

Gently she pushed you away, forcing you to look at her. She brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

"Let me pay for you. I'll pay your tuition and rent. But, you have to stop stripping." Shock rushed over your face, why would she do that?

"No, I can't ask that of you. Absolutely not."

"You're not asking, I'm offering. Willingly." You shook your head at her.

"What do you get out of that?" Larissa smirked, thinking of all the things she could do with you. She leaned forward, mouth next to your ear. Voice deep, not more than a whispered, she answered.

"I'll take you to my house and fuck you senseless, how does that sound? Apart from that, you could keep me some company." You felt yourself shiver, goosebumps gracing your skin. Never would you have thought, she could like you in any way, whatsoever.

"Well," You pushed her back, looking in her eyes, "you don't have to pay me, for me to spend time with you. I'll gladly to that anyway." Larissa smirked knowingly.

"Why, even better. Still I'd like to pay for you. I don't like the idea of you in this establishment." You knew, arguing would get you nowhere. Would it be so bad to accept her offer?

Slowly you leaned forward, cupping her cheek. Looking into her eye for permission, you softly kiss her. "Everyone is going to say your my Sugar Mommy." Larissa smirked against your lips, leaning her forehead against yours.

"Would that be so bad?" You rolled your eyes at her, not able to hide the blush on your face. Slightly you shook your head.

"I suppose not." Her hand slipped to the back of your head, pushing you closer again, your lips meeting hers.

"Grab your things, I'll take you home." She waited for you, still sitting on the bed. You grabbed your bag, deciding not to put on your clothes. Instead, staying in the revealing outfit and her jacket. Entering the room again, you felt her eyes all over you. She smirked mischievously.

"What do you think you're doing?" You approached her. Standing between her legs, you let her wrap an arm around your waist. Her head rested on your chest and without warning you felt light kisses all over your chest, between your breast and on the fabric of your bra. You grabbed her hair, pushing her closer to you. A light whimper escaped you, as you tried to direct her to your nipple.

"I'll destroy you later." She said, smirking against your skin, earning a moan from you.

Larissa Weems! WiP based on @chrism02's multi-chapter fic on today's beloved blonde called "family credo"

The last Night Pt. 2

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 598

Warning: hint of a panic attack, blood, war

A/n: I've been asked about making a part two to this by: @lvinhs. And I really loved doing it<3

You had woken up, in the middle of the night. The room was pitch dark and yet you immediately knew, Brienne was gone. Her side wasn't fully cold yet, and the pillow still showed where her head had been. She hadn't been gone long.

The thought of her out there, in the cold, in the dark, fighting for her life. It made you crazy with worry and fear at the same time. Your head made up thousands of horror scenarios. The way she could die, being slaughtered by strong soldiers. The way she would die alone, so utterly alone. Just as alone as she had been all her life. Laying in the mud, being just another corpse, not a human anymore. All dignity taken from her.

You felt your heart race fastening, panic rushing over you. You had just told her what you felt, you stood right at the start of something wonderful. She couldn't die now. It wasn't fair.

This night, was the worst night of your life. And you weren't even out, fighting. You sat in the comfort of your room, the fire warming you. And yet, you shuddered, your whole body trembling. It was hard to breath and the walls felt like they were closing in on you, trapping you. The night felt like one panicky blur. In hindsight, you weren't really sure how you had spent the time. Sleep was most definitely the last thing on your mind.

Hours felt like days, and whenever you were sure dawn had to be there, the sky was still black. But eventually, you saw the sky brighten and the sun found its way back to you. Far away, on the horizon it rose. Covering your room, your bed and even you in a beautiful golden haze. And yet, you yourself still felt pike the black sky. More and more hopeless with every minute that passed without Brienne entering.

Sitting on a chair, breathing ragged and tears falling down your face, you had your elbows propped upon your knees. Looking down, desperately trying to calm your breathing, when you suddenly heard the door at the end of the room being opened.

You didn't dare look up, your head convinced you that it'd be someone telling you Brienne hadn't come home. A sob escaped you, and your body twitch as someone laid a hand on your knee. Looking up just a tiny bit, you saw someone kneeling in front of you. Your vision was blurry from the tears, but you could still make out the silhouette. It was Brienne, unmistakably.

She didn't wear her armour anymore, but most of her clothes were dirty and had blood on them. She looked exhausted, her eyes tired, screaming for sleep and a hot bath.

With a relieved sob leaving your mouth, you fling your arms around her neck. You threw yourself onto her with such a force, she fell on her back. Laying on top of her, your tears were accompanied by giggles.

Never had you held onto something with such strength before. If you just held her strong enough, she wouldn't be able to leave again. Gently she stroked your back, and kissed you. Tasting your salty tears, her eyes turned sad.

"My love, I never wanted to bring you such sorrow." She gently brushed your hair out if your face and cupped your cheek with one hand, the other still holding you around the waist.

"Then don't, never leave again. Stay with me, please." You hid your face in the crook of her neck, clinging to her for dear life.

hello my favourite fanfiction writer,

i would like to request a larissa x reader, where they are cuddling in bed and are reading a book together (just choose your favourite one, it's up to you) and larissa decides to just read it aloud bc she knows what her voice is doing to reader.

thank you <3

Ride or Die

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1140

Warning: none?

A/n: Thank you!!😭 I loved this so much, hope you do too! I used Wuthering heights for this. This is a mix of fluff/hurt/comfort/angst. Hope this what you wanted! Ly<3

You loved those moments, the most intimate and yet not sexual at all. The way your body felt on her arms and her warmth so close to you. These were the moments of pure trust and love.

Larissa was reading a book, holding you close to her. You had no idea what book she was reading, but that didn't matter to you, you just wanted to hear her voice.

"Read out loud?" Larissa stopped reading and gazed down at you, smiling lovingly. Gently she stroked your arm and placed a kiss on your hair.

"But I'm in the middle of it, you'll understand nothing." You looked at her with so much love in your eyes, smiling adorably.

"I don't care, you know how much I love your voice." It was odd to Larissa, still. How much you loved her, all her life people had made her think she was unlovable. And here you were, loving every little bit of her. Even something so small as her voice, you loved her height, the way her hips looked, the colour of her eyes, her fingers and the way her hair fell over her shoulder, if let loose. She often wondered what she had done to deserve that, how you could be real. With a shaky smile, and blushy cheeks she nodded at you. Turning back to her book, she started to read.

"Summer drew to an end, and early Autumn-it was past Michaelmas, but the harvest was late that year, and a few of our fields were still uncleared."

Larissa's voice was the only noise in the quiet bedroom, making your body fill with warmth. She didn't speak very loud, but her mouth was close to your ear, so you heard her clearly. The feeling of her breath and the words on your skin, made you shiver. Nuzzling deeper into her embrace, you carefully listened to her.

"Mr Linton and his daughter would frequently walk out among the reapers: at the carrying of the last sheaves, they stayed till dusk, and the evening happening to be chill and damp, my master caught a bad cold, that settling obstinately on his lungs, confined him indoors throughout the whole of the winter, nearly without intermission."

Never in your life had you felt so safe, her voice had this magic ability to calm you completely and immediately. Often when your anxiety and panic overwhelmed you, all you needed was her voice. It didn't matter what she said, she could read the operation manual of a vacuum cleaner, and it would help. It brought you this feeling of utter peace.

"Poor Cathy, frightened from her little romance, had been considerably sadder and duller since its abandonment: and her father insisted on her reading less, and taking more exercise. She had his companionship no longer; I esteemed it a duty to supply its lack, as much as possible, with mine; an inefficient substitute, for I could only spare two or three hours, from my numerous diurnal occupations, to follow her footsteps, and then, my society was obviously less desirable than his."

Suddenly you felt like all the love you had in you for her would make you explode. You had the urge to tell her, tell her what she meant to you, tell her how much you loved her and that you wanted to grow old with her and never have her leave your side. But you had never said that, she had neither. You had told her that you loved various parts of her, and she probably knew that you loved her. Just as you knew she loved you, still it was unspoken. Wanting to keep this deep and serious confession for a perfect moment, and this was that moment. It couldn't be better.

"On an afternoon in October, or the beginning of November, a fresh watery afternoon, when the turf and paths were rustling with moist, withered leaves, and the cold, blues sky was half hidden by clouds, dark grey strea-"

"Larissa," she stopped, looking down at you. Seeing the uncertainty and nervousness in your eyes, she immediately placed the book on her night stand and sat up straighter. Yet, never taking her arm away from around you, "I- I love you." Larissa froze, sure she knew you loved her. But saying it aloud was like a real commitment. It was a promise, not to be broken.

She took you by the arms and placed you in front of her. With her hands she cupped your face, and you saw her eyes glistening with freshly forming tears. She brushed a strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear, and slowly she leaned in. This kiss was entirely different to any kiss you had shared before. It was like a seal to the promise you had just made. A promise to protect her heart at any cost. And as much as you wanted the kiss to go on forever, you needed to tell her. You needed her to know.

"Larissa, I want to say something." You mumbled between kisses. Larissa immediately pulled away, looking at you concerned. Scared that you'll take it back, her insecurities getting the best of her.

"I love you, Larissa. But I feel like those words don't suffice to say what I feel for you. I don't want you away from me, and I don't mind, if I never love anyone else again, I'm done. You're my ride or die. The love of my life. And I'll protect you, I'll protect your heart at whatever cost." The tears she had tried very hard to keep inside spilled now. Slowly running down her cheek, she didn't know what to say. She sat in front of you, frozen, eyes filled with shock.

Never had she imagined anyone could think like this about her. Your ride or die? How could she be someone's ride or die?

"I-, you-," Larissa's usual eloquence seemed to fail her, "your ride or die?" She chocked out, between sobs.

"My ride or die." You said, pulling her into a hug. You knew her past, the way she had been made fun of all her life. You understood how hard it was for her to grasp your words. Comforting her, stroking her back and playing with her hair you let her sob into your shoulder and whispered reassuring words to her. Telling her how much you loved her over and over.

After she had calmed down, you pulled her into your arms, nuzzling back into the pillow. Picking up the book, from her night stand you started to read.

"dark grey streamers, rapidly mounting from the west, and boding abundant rain; I requested my young lady to forego her ramble because I was certain of showers. She refused; and I unwillingly donned a cloak, and took my umbrella..."