My Personality Is Lesbian, My Existence Is Extremely Lesbian, My Lesbianism Is As A Fluid As A Brick,

my personality is lesbian, my existence is extremely lesbian, my lesbianism is as a fluid as a brick, a brick I can hit you with.

That's a world I want to live in

Wow, all these bitches gay

everyone is gay in my world

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.

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.

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."

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