Moments In The Woods

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

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

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

general headcanons with helena

— includes sfw and nsft.

dominant bottom!!!!!! she loves to control you when you fuck her and scolds you for not doing it correctly but you have her whining and begging for more.

dates in her lumon office because she’s always there and barely has any time to come visit you when she’s working :( but you both still make the best of it!! she orders you whatever you want, but sometimes you just wanna pack her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and call it dinner.

visiting her at lumon and kinda just following her around like a lost puppy because she’s busy talking to all these people… helena giving you kisses throughout the day to let you know she cares and that she notices you 😓 helena holding your hand under the table because i think she still gets a little anxious 😓😓

sugar mommy lowkey highkey‼️ her favorite thing is buying you expensive lingerie and then ripping it off you because she can just buy you new ones. if you’re in college, you get a private ride to and from class. if you ever want something specific for lunch at work, you get it. doesn’t matter if you’re really craving that place you and her went that is an hour away, you’re getting it asap. she also has an extensive collection of toys for you 😇 (also. calling her mrs eagan in bed.....)

i wrote about this happening to reader, but what about leaving marks on helena before she leaves for “work” 😵‍💫 helly who always finds hickeys on her body and desperately wants to meet her outie partner who’s doing this… slipping your panties into helena’s pocket for helly to find….

speaking of helly, comforting helena after hellys attempt ☹️ you’re horrified when you get to lumon, expecting to pick up your girlfriend like usual, only to see her being ushered out into an ambulance. going to the hospital with her and trying to convince her to resign because you're scared of what helly'll do next...but you also feel for her because she must be so scared in there :( she's only 2 days old 😭😭😭😭 just taking care of helena until she eventually goes back!!! making her stay at YOUR shitty apartment and making her breakfast in bed because you could've lost her and you just need to dote on her so much ☹️ she def makes fun of you for being so clingy but you know her ass loves it....

also thinking about how she replayed that kiss with her and mark.....you KNOW she's so touch starved 😖😖 she constantly needs to be touching you. she loves kissing you randomly and loves words of assurance :( she's so sappy but feels awkward being all lovey-dovey because she's not used to it.

helena who would stare hard at you and not talk when you first met because she was nervous about getting feelings for you (didn't work lolz). you thought she hated you until Mr. Drummond summoned you and took you to helena's office, telling you to have a good date with her before leaving you two alone. at this point, there Were some feelings and unspoken words between you two, and you made a joke about her being too conceited to ask you on her own which got her into talking about Kier 🙄 you love how passionate she is though and definitely kissed her first because she was rambling too much

giving helena head under her desk 😋 especially while she's talking to someone important like the Board :) or just giving her head after a stressful day and holding her hands down because she's impatient and hates how slow you're going. or being her deskpet and doing whatever she says!!! strapwarming her and she ends up fucking you on the table because of the noises you keep making and also she just can't control herself @__@

no thoughts just lesbianism & patti lupone

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

RE8 FANDOM MY PEOPLE I MISS YOU

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Rewarding Loyalty

Harmony Cobel x Helena Eagan x Reader

Sapphic Severance Week 2025 - Day 2: Loyalty

Summary: The company deems you should be rewarded. All rewards of this nature are to be overseen by an Eagan and, as your mentor, Ms. Cobel will be the one to administer it.

Or, Ms. Cobel fucks you in front of Ms. Eagan.

Tags: dubious consent, power imbalance, mentor/mentee, fingering, voyeurism, praise kink, inexperienced reader

Words: 1.5k

Author's Note: By the company, I do mean Helena asjsjndnd. The idea hit me and then I wrote this in one sitting. Enjoy <3

Reader is wearing a skirt and panties.

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You follow Ms. Cobel, your mentor at Lumon Industries, as she walks to Ms. Eagan’s office. All Ms. Cobel has told you so far is that you’re to be rewarded for your loyalty to the company, and that Ms. Eagan will be overseeing it.

Ms. Cobel knocks on Ms. Eagan’s door and you take a deep breath. You’ve never been summoned to her personal office before and it’s nerve-racking. You can’t even enjoy the beautiful view the floor-to-ceiling windows offer.

“Come in,” Ms. Eagan’s smooth voice says.

Ms. Cobel holds the door open for you, a new experience, and you nervously step inside. Ms. Eagan is sitting behind her desk, wearing a pleasant smile. One you’ve seen in countless photos. Strangely, there’s a table in front of her placed perpendicularly to her desk. Since it’s in the spot you would normally stand when talking in Ms. Cobel’s office, you awkwardly stop next to it.

Ms. Cobel closes the door behind you and stands of to the side. You shoot her a nervous glance but her expression has yet to change. It rarely does.

“I would like to personally congratulate you on your efforts yesterday,” Ms. Eagan says.

“It’s what anyone would have done, ma’am,” you say meekly.

“Unfortunately not,” she says.

 You aren’t sure how to respond and you send Ms. Cobel another glance. She now has her hands clasped together in front of her. You copy the stance.

“Loyalty is always rewarded at Lumon,” Ms. Eagan says continues. “Sit on the table.”

“The…table?” you ask hesitantly.

“We wouldn’t want Ms. Cobel to kneel on the hard floor, now would we?” Ms. Eagan says with that same pleasant smile.

You have no idea why Ms. Cobel would need to kneel on the floor but you shake your head and obediently move to sit on the table. Bizarrely, Ms. Cobel guides you to sit on the edge facing the window, leading you to have to turn your head to look at Ms. Eagan. Your legs hang in the air and you cross your legs. Half to keep some semblance of professionalism and half so you don’t accidentally flash Ms. Cobel.

“Look at me,” Ms. Cobel says and you do immediately.

She steps closer, her skirt brushing your knees. Your hands flex in your lap. She’s rarely this close, despite your own desires, and she isn’t holding anything. What could the reward possibly be?

One hand hooks under the knee of the leg you’ve crossed on top. She gently lifts it and uncrosses your legs. You let her. Ms. Cobel will sometimes move you around when you’re in the way and not quite getting the clue. Your excitement when it comes to observing can make you a little oblivious to anything else. You don’t think too much of it, even with Ms. Eagan watching, until her hand dips under the edge of your skirt.

“Ms. Cobel!” you half-gasp, half-protest as you grab onto her hand and stop her.

“Settle down.”

You gape at her. This is not you getting too excited about a result, and yet she’s giving you that exact expression.

“Place your hands on the table,” Ms. Eagan commands.

Your head snaps to look at her and embarrassment floods through you as you realise what she just saw. Then you process what she said. Your eyes flicker nervously between her and Ms. Cobel but you do as she says. You’d never disobey the next in line for Lumon, let alone Kier’s heir. Ms. Cobel places her hands on your knees and gently opens your legs again. 

You can’t say you’ve never thought about her touching you. There’s rarely a night where you don’t daydream, in the safety of your bed, of what your mentor would be like if she touched you. But Ms. Cobel is so professional you had never dreamed of it becoming a reality. And your boss touching you like this is meant to be wrong isn’t it? Yet the head of the company is in the room, watching as your boss touches you however she likes.

You hold your breath as one hand creeps under your skirt. It’s an effort not to close your legs again as she gets closer to your wet heat but you manage. You still startle when her fingers brush against your panties. You squeeze the desk tighter when she finds the wet spot forming on it. Her fingers circle the spot and you have to swallow a whimper. Her fingers are right above your entrance.

“You are free to express yourself,” Ms. Eagan says.

You twitch. Her smooth voice combined with Ms. Cobel’s fingers on you is almost too much. Your eyes flick to her for a moment but quickly skitter away when you see where she’s looking. It’s not at your face.

“This is a reward,” Ms. Cobel says. You meet her eyes and the slight approval there as you opening your legs wider. “Enjoy it.”

She makes it sound so simple that you nod. She pulls your panties aside and runs her fingers through your dripping folds. A shiver runs up your spine. She gathers your wetness for a moment before nudging at your entrance.

“You’ve done so well,” Ms. Cobel says.

Your breath catches in your throat. 

“Yes,” Ms. Eagan agrees, “You’re performance has been highly-rated.”

There’s a slight expression shift in Ms. Cobel’s face but you can’t quite read it. You also can’t bring yourself to look at Ms. Eagan with your mentor’s fingers almost inside of you. 

Ms. Cobel circles your entrance one last time before carefully pushing two fingers inside. You whine quietly when she doesn’t stop until she’s three knuckles deep.

“You’re taking your reward well,” Ms. Cobel says, lower this time. “You’re behaving perfectly.”

Another whine escapes you, this one sounding closer to a whimper, and you squirm slightly on her still fingers. They move and you gasp as they begin to slide out of you. You try to open your legs wider, a needy sound escaping you, when you think she’s going to pull out all the way. You moan when she pushes back inside instead. Her pace remains slow and steady. It’s a struggle not to grind down on her fingers, not to beg for more.

“Express yourself,” Ms. Cobel says firmly and her thumb finds your clit.

You press into her hand eagerly as your head tilts back with a moan. You stop trying to hold back. You’ve been given leave to enjoy the reward as you will, so you do. You moan as Ms. Cobel fucks you and whimper when she swipes firmly with her thumb over your clit and try to grind down on her fingers every time they’re completely inside of you. Ms. Eagan would have faded into the background if it weren’t for the sound of her breathing. It’s gotten unsteadier and louder with every noise you make. 

You turn your head and force your eyes open. Her eyes are stuck to where Ms. Cobel’s hand disappears under your skirt. One of her own hands has disappeared below the desk and you swear you can see her arm moving. You buck harder into Ms. Cobel’s hand.

“See what your good behaviour does?” Ms. Cobel asks, too quietly for Ms. Eagan to hear. You nod hurriedly, nails digging into the wood of the desk as you get close to your high. “Such a good thing.”

You cry out as you come, clinging to the desk desperately as Ms. Cobel guides you through it. A stifled moan comes from the direction of Ms. Eagan’s desk and you have to lean on Ms. Cobel for support as you shudder around her. 

You slowly relax into her as your high leaves you, forehead against her shoulder. The lingering tingles making your legs weak. You only straighten up when she pulls her fingers away. She pulls a handkerchief out of her pocket and you watch with slight mortification, and a hint of longing, as she wipes her hand clean. Ms. Eagan is entirely composed when you look over at her, both hands back in front of her on the desk.

You smooth out your skirt nervously. Your hands are slightly sore from how hard you were clinging to the desk. Ms. Cobel steps back and gestures for you to get down. You do, leaning on the table at first to make sure your weak legs won’t embarrass you.

“Do not speak of this reward outside of these walls,” Ms. Eagan says. “It does little to make the other workers jealous.”

“Jealousy is not a virtue Kier holds dear,” Ms. Cobel concurs.

You nod. It was doubtful that you would without the warning (how would you even begin?) but now you’ll be sure to mind your tongue.

“Thank you, Ms. Eagan,” you turn to your mentor but you can’t quite meet her eyes. “Thank you, Ms. Cobel.”

Ms. Cobel brushes the back of her fingers against your cheek, just for a moment.

“You’re very welcome.”

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.