Larissa x reader

Nightmares

*A/n~ so clearly I have a thing for writing fluff at ungodly hours of the morning :) but here's some angst that ends in fluff*

Tw— mentions of past sexual abuse. Tw ? Language?

Prompt~ reader who teaches English and Larissa have only recently made there relationship official to the rest of Nevermore. Reader has issues sleeping.comfort Larissa

You had not hand an uninterrupted night of sleep for weeks. At first you could hide the tiredness with a bit of makeup and a coffee. But slowly and surly it was taking it'a toll on your body. The dark circles that seemed to have permanently taken up residence underneath your eyes were harder to hide. People were starting to notice how irritable you were at the slightest things. As a teacher you were known to be quite calm and relaxed yet today especially every little thing caused a reaction that you most definitely were not proud of.

You'd snapped at a newer member of Nevermore for scraping his chair on the floor when getting yo to sharpen his pencil. In another class a girl was coughing and it just got on your last nerve. Everything seemed to be magnified by a 1000 these days. Just like the headache that was currently wrecking havoc in your temples. Eyes burning as you attempted to go over the lesson plans for your next class. The 3rd years consisted of a few well known interesting individuals. One of those were the raven hair pigtailed up start that had been causing your girlfriend no end of grief these days. The same grief that had you hardly seeing the goddess that was the principle of Nevermore. You're relationship was no secret, you shared quarters with Larissa yet still you hardly saw her. You went to bed before her and when you woke she was gone. It seemed to be a pattern that was inevitable and not likely to cease anytime soon. Although that meant your nightmares were a lot easier to hide from the other women due to her having such a busy schedule.

The bed always felt so much cooler without your own personal hot water bottle. Oh how you longed to just fall asleep safely cocooned in your loves slender arms. Laying curled up on your left side you stole a quick glance at the bright red numbers reading 23:00 hours. Exhaustion soon overcome your body like a cloud of darkness.

Chest heaving, you blinked rapidly trying to place which version of hell you had been transported too tonight. The persistent thundering knocks on the door was what made you realise. It was her. Back to a time where you knew no difference. Back before Larissa. You could feel your heart rate picking up even more as if that was actually possible without causing a heart attack. Only when the door barged open did you full understand what you'd be dealing with. The ranting of the other women sounded all muffled as the fear washed over you in tidal waves. If possible it seemed to be worse than when the actual event happened. At least then you didn't know the fresh hell that would be unleashed in this room. It wasn't long before the nightmare was reaching its climax.

Shockwaves of pain. You could feel it radiating through every bone,muscle, tissue and cell of your body. You'd said no. You knew that. But you knew it was pointless. She'd take what she wanted no matter what. She owned you. Controlled every fibre of your being. Why would she care if you consented. To her you were hers, to use, to abuse, to do whatever she damn well pleased. Tears flowing freely down your cheeks breathes struggling to come out steadily as she took what she wanted. Not only was it not something you wanted you couldn't escape. To her your prey. Tied up being used and abused and tonight she even had a knife to your throat. One simple threat was sneered at you rendering you motionless and deadly silent. "Move or make any sound and I'll cut you. There's no pain quite like this in the world being forced into something you clearly don't want to do. It wouldn't be the first time or the last this would occur. A sob wretched it's way through your body only angering the forceful attacker above you causing her to bring her knife down and create a vertical gash on your rest. Resulting in a blood curling scream.