I Just Wanted To Say, As I've Come To See A Few Request Like That In My Box, I Will Happily Write Larissax

I just wanted to say, as I've come to see a few request like that in my box, I will happily write Larissax student!reader if it's platonic, but I'd be uncomfortable to write anything sexual between them. The Professor Weems Story, is different for me as it's not a teacher/student relationship, University just feel different to me! Thanks for respecting that, ly<3

okay silly idea but Mom! Larissa teasing Daughter! Reader about her crush, and Reader doing the same to Larissa. It's up to you how it goes. Thank uuuu

Rusty

Pairing: Larissa Weems x daughter!reader; Larissa Weems x OC

Word Count: 566

Warning: none

A/n: I really liked this, I've written this as a kind of continuation of this fic. When I wrote it, I thought about making Larissa and Aviva an item, so now I had an excuse for it. Hope you like it <3

After the little incident in Jericho, wanting to literally paint the town red, you had written Aviva thanking her again for her help. As a thank you, you offered to take her to Nevermore and give her a little tour around. You and Aviva had become friends of a sort, she felt like a big sister or an aunt, that you never had.

To your delight, she came more often and spend a lot of time in the school. It was clear to you that your mum started to take a special liking for her. Never in your life had you seen Larissa Weems blush.

"You look very pretty in that dress, it suits you Mrs. Weems." Aviva had complimented your mum, while having dinner together. And she had blushed, to your surprise. Aviva had made your mum blush. Very unusual.

After Aviva had left you accompanied your mum in the kitchen, smirking knowingly.

"What's that look for, huh?" Larissa thought it was highly suspicious.

"You have a crush on Aviva." You winked at her and burst out laughing as her cheeks reddened again.

"I have not. She's at least fifteen years younger than me." You raised an eyebrow at her attempt to lie to you.

"You are a shit liar, you know that. Also, what does that matter? All that matters is that you are happy." Deep down, you knew she was scared. Scared of reliving what had happened eight years ago with your mother. But Aviva was just too sweet for that. You knew it.

"Come on, mum. Go for it." You gently nudged your elbow into her side. She pulled you into a hug, pretending to be nice, but in the last second she rubbed your hair into a total mess.

"Aha, and your little crush on Liam?" Your eyes widened, how did she know about that. You opened your mouth, and closed it again, not knowing what to say. Embarrassed you hid your face in her chest.

"Don't be embarrassed, you also teased me, honey. Did you expect me to not find out? I'm the Principle, I have eyes and ears everywhere." You laughed into your mum, she was unbelievable. Making up some courage, you looked at her.

"I'll talk to Liam, if you talk to Aviva." Larissa thought about that for a second, before reaching out to shake your hand, pretending to be very serious. You shook hands, immediately bursting out laughing as you looked at each other. She really was your best friend.

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A few days later, you entered your living room seeing your mum pacing through the room, like a maniac.

"God, what's wrong with you?" Larissa's head shot around, she looked ... nervous?

"I need your help, I'm practising. I want to ask Aviva out. I haven't done something like this in," She counted real fast, "nearly twenty years." Your eyes widened.

"A little rusty, are you?" You couldn't hide your grin. Sometimes you forgot, that after your mother Larissa had been alone all the time.

"Relax, she'll say yes. She won't be able to resist your charm." You laughed at her, poking her lightly. Even though you teased her about it, you knew it was true. She was an attractive woman, and you were sure Aviva wouldn't be able to resist that.

"I hate you." Larissa laughed, pulling you into a tight hug.

"No, you don't.

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.

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.

hi! i saw u on my feed so i got an idea.

can i request um, where Y/n's cleaning her and Principal Weems's room and they accidentally opened Larissa's wallet only to see a Polaroid of them(Y/n) naked with their head's thrown back with Larissa's hand wrapped around their throat? and them getting flashbacks about that 'night' and Larissa walking in the room only to see Y/n's face flushed, and then you decide about the endingg :>

it's ok if u don't wanna do it, the idea js popped up on my mind ^-^

Polaroid

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 709

Warning: NSFW, 18+, eating out, chocking

A/n: Hope I did your request justice! <3

"Could you fetch my wallet real fast, love?" Larissa turned her head around to look at you, smiling apologetically. You couldn't care less, you would play servant for her any day, if you were useful.

Slightly nodding at her, you turned on you heel and left the room. Rushing to her office, you walked directly towards her desk. You opened the middle drawer on the left, knowing exactly where she always kept her wallet. Just as you wanted to close the drawer and leave, a photo fell to the ground, having slipped out of the wallet.

You kneeled down to pick it up. As you turned around you realised it was photo of you. Immediately your cheeks heated up and they turned a bright shade of red. You sat on one of the armchairs in her office naked, Larissas hand wrapped around your throat.

Light moans escaped you, as Larissa flickered her tongue over your clit. Your hand gripped the armrest, digging your nails into the green fabric. Soft fingers stroking over your stomach, finding their way up to your nipple. You shut your eyes close, overwhelmed by pleasure. Whimpers leaving you, ragged breathes, Larissa's name filling the silence around you every now and then.

You remembered the day that photo was taken. It had been your six months anniversary, and Larissa had destroyed you completely. It had also been the first time you had told her that you loved her. She had told you way earlier, but it had always been hard for you to say things like that. She accepted that, and waited, giving you all the time you needed.

Her hand reached up to your throat, mildly wrapping her long, slender fingers around it. Squeezing down just a bit, enough to make you moan out. Your head was thrown back against the chair in pleasure. The feeling of her mouth sucking at your bundle of nerves, made the orgasm fast approach. Feeling a hint more pressure on your throat and a mix of sucking and licking between your legs, made it unbearable. With a throaty scream you came, panting and gasping for air.

"Darling, what's taking you so long?" Surprised by Larissas sudden presence behind you, you snap out of your thoughts and try to stand up. Your knees still feeling wobbly, you cave in. Strong arms catching you and holding you close to her, you are pushed onto the desk. Larissa looks concerned, taking her wallet out of your hand and laying it on the desk, she notices the photo.

Looking at the polaroid between your fingers, a smirk graces her lips. The worry long gone.

"Pleasent memories haunting you, love?" You open your mouth, no words coming out. Closing your mouth again, you stare at her, completely at a loss for words.

"I-," you try again, "Do you always carry that around?" The mischievous glance in her eye tells you everything you need to know. Yes, she does.

Even though your core is throbbing, and your legs are still wobbly because of her presence, you feel the need to hug her. Wanting to simply hold her, thank her.

"Love, what's wrong?" You don't answer, pulling her even closer and hiding your face in the crook of her neck. Smelling her sweet citrus scent, you feel yourself calming down, she grounded you.

"Thank you." You mumbled into her hair, nearly inaudible. Larissa chuckled, full of amusement but also love.

"What for? For fucking you senseless, or for carrying a picture of you at it?"

"For loving me." You simply said. Because it was as simple as that. Carrying a photo of you in that state was as much a love confession as a love letter. You knew, even though she played cool right know, she held the photo close because of what that day meant to the two of you. Larissa gently stroked over your back, leaning into your touch. For a moment the two of you enjoyed the tenderness and comfort of each others embrace. Soon broken by Larissa's playful nature.

"I'm still going to make you scream later. I hope you know that." You laughed at that, loving the dynamic the two of you had found in your relationship.

"I expect nothing less."

I'm not alright, this is way too cute for me. I want a relationship with Larissa Weems so bad! Imagine her hugging you like that😭

A kinda more wholesome Larissa sketch page (if you ignore the blatant thirsting on the right oops) I have this super vivid memory of her having her hair down at some point in the series but after combing the internet I’m guessing I must’ve dreamt it! Very sad at that missed opportunity, but I guess a drawing will have to suffice for now