Mommy knows
*Authors note~ long time no see people! This is definitely inspired by the last week of so of my life, and I thought this would be the perfect fic to get me back into posting for yâall again. Apologies to the anon for adding things they didnât specifically mention. Come along for the tornado of emotions with me and enjoy the ride*
Trigger warnings~ mommy dom (LW) subby (L) pinning love sick Lesso, distance, phone sex? Sexting, slightly bratty Leo degrading praise slight angst? Hints of age regression easily skipped over
Prompt~see ask^^^^
The Dean of Evil could never have anticipated sheâd be in this state right now, after all the clue was in her title. Evil. Yet right now she couldnât look the furthest thing from evil even if she tried. In fact, one could say that the salty tear drops caressing her pale cheeks, the almost childish way sheâd clutched on the blanket wrapped around herself as she tried to make herself look smaller and the intricate tangles of her fiery curls made her look quite pathetic actually. Weak sheâd argue. But thereâs nothing weak at falling to the curse of love sickness.
Larissa left for Nevermore 10 short hours ago, and Leonora was missing her lover terribly, so terribly that eating, sleeping, showering and drinking were all things that made her feel physically Ill. The pillows still smelt like her blonde lover, the blanket she was snuggled up in being a poor attempt to mimic the blondes arms, all meant leaving this bed was not happening. Perhaps if she stayed in bed Larissa would strut into the room like she had the previous weeks before. Droplets of water falling from her enchanting locks of hair, towel snuggly tied just above her milky white breasts that Leonora adored so much. The towel of course just kissed the tops of Larissaâs thighs due to her height, something Leo found herself missing. She was jealous of how the towel would be close to Larissa (instead of her) which of course would have had the blonde woman chuckling before joining Lesso on the bed.
Memories seemed to plague the red head, her phone holding photos and videos of their time together only seemed to make her crave her girlfriend more. If one thing Leonora was sure of, it was that distance from Larissa Weems was something she hated entirely. Watching the blonde leave as they both sobbed was now ingrained inside her mind, a constant reminder of much fun theyâd had together, that had now ended. Of course both women knew it would end, school semesters were approaching and Nevermore wouldnât run without itâs amazingly devoted principal weems, and of course it was Lessoâs job to help create a balance between good and evil this year. But now, three days before the semester is due to start, lesso canât find it in her to care, so what do good wins again? If she has her Isa then thatâs all that counts.
Arriving back at Nevermore was bittersweet for sure. On one hand the blonde was glad to be home but on the other sheâd left her heart back at the school for evil. Now wandering the halls of Nevermore she felt numb. Alone. Numb. Lost. A shell of her former self before her holiday trip. Much like her lover, nothing felt right anymore, she found herself looking for Leo, to be waiting for the next bratty comment so she could swiftly put her sweet girl back in her place. But it never came, because she was alone.
Larissa had warned two close friends of hers she would be in need of assistance upon her arrival, Marilyn and Mortica Addams seemed to have forgotten that as they were no where to be seen. All staff had to be back at the grounds today to prep for the students arrival within the next 48 hours. So it hurt to feel so alone even though she knew people who were meant to care were around. What hurt Larissa most was to see both her friends happily chatting away in the halls while she could hardly keep herself upright due to the ache in her heart. If only Leonora was here, then she wouldnât be alone at all. Perhaps thatâs why Larissa made her way to her office and locked herself away from the world. Who wants to see love and joy when theyâve had thereâs taken away by a long distance.
Texting and calling felt wrong now. How can something that had been a life line before, feel so empty and wrong now? It shouldâve been like going back to normal but instead it felt new and well odd. Things didnât change, Larissa still reminded her dove to eat, drink and to try not to kill anyone every day, just like she had every day since they took this step together. And sometimes Lesso would listen, but only sometimes. Yet both women could feel the ache the presence of their other half had left. This well and truly sucks.
Eventually, life got back into the swing of things, both women being overloaded with work meant there wasnât much time to overthink the ache in their chests. But Larissa had noticed a few things, as busy as Wednesday Addams had her, she could never not notice her Doves needs. See Larissa often knew then before Leonora did. It had been weeks since the last bratty smart mouthed comment, weeks since sheâd seen Leo let her guard down and slip out of the dean head space. So it wouldâve been weeks of headaches and built up emotions that the red head was locking away from the world, herself, and her mommy. And that just wouldnât do, so naturally the blonde found the needed solution.
Lesso could not sleep. Sheâd been trying for hours now. The problem? She wanted Larissa. Well mommy, but now wasnât the time for those thoughts, no matter how much she craved her mommyâs touch or her ability to always know just what to do. Yet for hours all she could do is think and crave and battle this problem. A dull vibration caught her attention, immediately she knew just who caused it.
âDove, why arenât you sleeping? Itâs much to late for my sweet girl to be upâ
Damn it! How did she always know when lesso broke a rule. Immediately a quick smart response was sent on its way, and this continued back and forth.
âI donât want to. And Iâm not sweetâ
âBut you are my darling girl, and you need to sleep sweetheart, you promised to look after yourself until I can come home to do soâ
âI donât care anymore. You canât make meâ
âOh but I can Dove, donât be a brat and listen to mommyâ
âFuck youâ
The bubbles popped up and disappeared a few times as the red head was sat worrying her bottom lip waiting for the response that never came, instead the shrill ringing sound filled the room instead. Fuck. Taking a quick breath she hit answer.
âCare to repeat that dove?â She growled out causing the red head ti shake her head negative before remembering that Larissa couldnât see her. âLeonora, do not make me repeat myselfâ quickly followed her silence.
âNo mommy, I- I didnâtâ she stuttered now only realising her mistake of letting her temper flare.
âYou didnât what baby? You didnât mean to be a brat? You didnât mean to get my attention in the wrong way because you canât use your big girl words? Or you didnât mean to hurt mommy? Which one is it my darling?â By the tone she could tell her mommy wasnât happy and that made the guilt start to bubble in the lower part of her stomach.
âLast one, Iâm sorryâ was whimpered into the phone as her eyes glassed over with a sheen of unshed tears. Truly, she didnât want to hurt her loverâs feelings but the emotions had built insanely high and craved release in the way only she could provide.
âOh so you arenât sorry for being a bratty dove? Hmm? That just wonât do now will it?â The sentence itself looking like a question but deep down the redhead knew the implied meaning just by the sheer tone of voice.
âNo mommy, Iâm sorry Iâll try to be good! Just miss you really badâ Leonora whimpered into the phone, not sure what she wanted other than to go back and be Larissaâs good dove. The tell tell beeps of the phone hanging up was enough to shock Leonora back to reality. Sheâd really been hung up onâŠ
But she wasnât alone with her thoughts for long, pictures and messages filled her phone, her mommy show casing everything Leonora could have had. Every picture and every dirty text message detailed how Larissa wanted to play with her slutty toy but was a solid reminder of just what sheâd lost.
âMommy! Please Iâm sorry Iâll be good Iâm sorry mommyâ the redhead begged after attempting to call her girlfriend back only to be ignored, she knew just what Larissa Weems would be doing, her own private quarters had mirrors everywhere, the angles were perfect and lesso knew how heavenly her whines and mewls of pure pleasure sounded like, this wasnât fair at all.
An hour. 60 whole minutes. Thatâs how long the torture of begging and being ignored or denied went on. It was safe to say lesso was going insane until Larissa finally answered her call, out of breath with her signature teasing tone that was just for Leonora. âPoor baby, did you need mommy? Poor little whore of mine wanted mommy to let her see hmm?â
Tears started to fall as her need to be corrected, loved and comforted back to one piece again rose to the fore front of her mind. âIâm sorry mommy. Please help me Iâm sorry I needed that, Iâll be good now I promise let me be good for you.â With a quick click of the button the phone call became a video call. Larissa being as naked as the day she was born, a beautiful flush covering her pale body due to her previous activity. âBe a doll for me then and get mommyâs favourite toys for you to use on yourselfâ she instructed as lesso scrambled off the bed to do so, âbut crawl pup! Show me what a pretty bitch you can be for me.â
Stings of humiliation was soon covered by pride as Larissa groaned at the sight of the strong put together woman on her knees because Larissa demanded it, sheâd made her lover feel good and that never failed to encourage the dean. Perhaps thatâs how she ended up with the special dildo that Larissa had gifted her for Christmas magically thrusting in and out of her needy cunt. Her magical ability being used to mark up her pretty thighs at Larissaâs demand. All while Larissa murmured the most filthy words possible to her bratty girl.
âMommy! Hurts! Please wanna cumâ the poor woman squeezed while trying to squirm away from the magical toy. She knew the rules and would do near enough anything to follow them. Having her mommyâs attention now, she most definitely didnât want to lose that. âPoor baby, is mommy hurting you?â The faux concern drew a whimper from Lesso, âno I canât be, look at how youâre soaking my thick dick with your slutty juices sweet girl, look at your pretty cunt for me.â On instinct both pairs of eyes focused on Leonoraâs sex soaked core.
âGood pup for me arenât you dove? My good girl? Such a perfect slut for me. Mine. Youâre mine Leonora, say itâ Larissa almost growled causing the dean to fall into submission. âYes mommyâs. Iâm mommyâs please please please!â By now all she knew was Larissa. This sweet torture finally breaking down her walls, all the heartache, the fear, the sadness and the loneliness was gone and replaced with Larissa. This, them making each other feel good, would always be right. âThatâs all my sweet baby needed hm? You needed mommy to break you down huh? My good little pup, let go darling, cum for me my loveâ was all the permission she needed as her inner walls milked the faux cock for all it was worth and Larissaâs praised flew around her brain, creating the beauty of sub space.
Sub space was one of Leonoraâs favourite headspaceâs for sure, she was safe,content, loved and well fucked. Normally Larissa would be met with a dopey smirk and soft lingering touches as her girlfriend cling to her body. Not having this safety blanket was what caused the red head to start sobbing as she came back to reality. âOh my darling girl, whatâs wrong Leo? What can I do sweet girl? What can mommy do?â Larissa coed down the phone hoping to somehow help. Truly seeing Leonora so upset was devastating. âWant youâ was gasped out as the tears now consumed her body and breathing was a struggle, âpleaseâ she whimpered so quietly, sounding absolutely heartbroken. âI know sweet girl, Iâll be back soon my love, you must talk to me darling, donât keep this all bottled up inside. I miss you terribly too Leo. Much more than I have missed anyone before. I love you my sweet little dove.â
They say time heals all wounds, but this time all time did was provide a simple bandaid, simply holding the hearts together until they could be back in one piece. A temporary solution to a temporary problem. Naturally this situation occurred more than a few times while both women had to be apart, and it soon became more normal but odd at the same time. But every day was that one day closer to being able to hold each other again. To be home.
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