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hello

could you write a brienne x reader where brienne saves reader from committing suicide bc i just need her to save me.

if you're not comfortable with writing it, that's okay!

I need you

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 684

Warning: suicide attempt, depression, mental health problems

A/n: I really hope you are ok anon and hopefully you like this! <3

For a wile now, you had felt as if someone had sucked all the happiness out of you. You had no energy to stand up in the morning, any food you ate came up again sooner or later. So much that you lost appetite completely. The only thing making you laugh at times were Brienne's jokes. And still, you felt like a burden to her. Even though she spent her time with you voluntarily, tried so hard to make you laugh, to get some food in you. Deep down, you knew she loved you and would never feel that you are a burden. But the negative thoughts were stronger. 

The worst thing was, you didn't understand what you felt like this.you had no reason whatsoever to be sad. No one had died, no one had left or hurt you in any way. You had a good life. One, a lot of people wished for. You were loved, had everything you needed and wanted. And yet, it wasn't enough to keep your thoughts away from death.

The last weeks it was all you could think of. It had slowly creeped its way into your mind and didn't want to leave. It kept you awake at night, and the worst: it seemed to sound more and more attractive. 

Why not actually do it? No one would care, they'd probably be relieved. And your pain would finally stop. 

So one morning, Brienne had left to get you something to eat, you stood up, knotted some sheets together to make a long rope and hung it to the ceiling with a loop at the end. Grabbing a chair and stepping onto it, you put the loop around your head. You didn't directly do it. You wanted to, yes, but it was scary nonetheless. You stood there for a few minutes with the loop around your head, fighting with yourself. In the end, how else should it, the negative thoughts won. 

You kicked the chair away and fell into the rope, in the same second Brienne opened the door, tray with food in hand. Her eyes opened wide with shock as she saw you. She didn't even try to put the tray down somewhere, as it immediately slipped out of her hands and fell to the floor with a loud clink. 

The rope cut into your flesh, and it got harder to breath with every second, your body's self-preservation instinct kicked in, and your hands shot up. Desperately trying to loosen the rope around your throat, it was of no avail. 

Brienne rushed over to you, grabbing your legs and lifting you up. You could finally breathe again, even though you practically just coughed. 

"Take the rope of, please (Y/n)." She begged, and you heard through her voice that she had started to cry. To your surprise, you obeyed and pulled the rope over your head. As Brienne was sure that you were free, she let you fall into her arms, carrying you to the bed and gently putting you down. You sat up a little and leaned on the headboard behind you. Still coughing, desperately trying to fill your lungs with some more air. 

Brienne sat in the edge of the bed, looking at you. Tears were streaming down her face and she was shaking, shaking in fear for your life. Never had you seen her like this. She was a strong, pulled-together woman. But now she sat in front of you, scared and in utter shock, not being able to control her feelings at all.

As she was sure that you could breathe again, she put her head down in your stomach, clinging to your tunic. She soaked the fabric and tried to get out words through the tears. 

"Please, (Y/n) ... you can't- can't leave me." You gently stroked her head and brush a few strands of hair out of her face. 

"I need you, please-we will get through this. J-just stay." It wouldn't be easy, but having seen Brienne like this, you now had a reason to keep going. 

Hiiiii I love your Brienne of Tarth stories. U was wondering if you could write an x reader where it's after the ending of GOT and the council is established where Tyrion has somehow convinced all the council members (except Sam of course) to go to a brothel or out of town special show and Brienne meets the reader there as the reader is a dancer and they kinda fall for each other at first sight ig if u want to. Thank you❤❤❤❤

Brothel

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 1191

Warning: NSFW, 18+, fingering, masturbation, eating out, queening

A/n: hope you like it!<3

"Oh, come on. That's so primitive and why do you even want us to come, we're women?" Arya was absolutely not convinced by Tyrion's idea to go to a brothel. She thought the whole concept was humiliating to any woman. But all the man in the round were excited and no one really listened to Arya's words.

"Brienne, can't you support me?" Brienne looked at Arya and just opened her mouth to say something as Tyrion interrupted.

"Oh, my dear Arya. We all know Brienne plays on our team here." He chuckled and Brienne was silenced immediately.

Arya and her sister overruled, they went to a brothel the same evening. It was quite dark inside and the air was thick. They all sat down and directly woman approached them, dancing around them. Some were even bold enough to sit down on the men's laps. The sisters talked about how absurd they found this, the man had fun and Brienne just sat in the middle, quietly. She really didn't know what to do and had nothing to say either.

She let her eyes roam through the room, stopping as she realised that you watched her. You had spot Brienne in-between all the people, because she looked so absolutely lost. Like she really didn't want to be here. Brienne's breathing hitched as she understood that you were approaching her. Eyes on her at all time. You were smitten by her. In all the years you had done this, no one had ever caught your eye like this.

Brienne couldn't deny that she found you very beautiful, attractive even. Still she would have never had the courage to address you.

You approached her, never stopping your hip movement and the dancing. You felt her eyes on your waist. You had to smirk at that.

She did like what you did. Her eyes wandering over you. But as you came closer and sat down on her lap, she stiffened. Surprised by your actions. Still she laid her hands on your waist, just to hold you and prevent you from slipping of course.

You gently ran your finger over her lip and pulled her bottom lip down a little. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but no words came out. So you spoke instead.

"You look quite lost, I hope you're not bored. But if you are, I could change that." Your voice was deep, seductive even.

"Look, Brienne has also found herself someone." Tyrion spoke, winking at Brienne. He turned to you and spoke.

"Take her with you, I'll pay for it." You politely nodded and stood up. Reaching out for Brienne's hand. She took it and let you guide her through the mass into a room at the back. As the door closed, it immediately became quieter. The door shielding most of the sounds.

You hadn't quite realised how tall she was, when you dragged her behind you. Now seeing her stand in front of you, having to lay your head back to see her, you were speechless. As you had first seen her, you hadn't been able to look away, mesmerised by her beauty. But this, it made her so much more attractive.

"I don't even know your name."

"Brienne." Brienne. You liked the sound of that. But even more than that you liked the way her lips looked. You had like the way they felt under your thumb, you would really like to feel them on your lips.

"Can I kiss you?" Brienne looked startled, overthrown by the pace this was evolving in.

"Not, if I don't know your name first."

"(Y/n)" Brienne nodded and mere seconds later her lips crushed onto yours. This felt so different to all the other times you had done this. It didn't feel like a job, like something you wanted to get finished. You could have kissed her for the rest of the evening. You wanted to bathe in her touch. Brienne felt similar, she wasn't, by all means, one to throw herself into feelings or something like this. She didn't really understand what was going on herself. She just knew, that she was completely under your spell.

"Take me to the bed." You gasped as she suddenly picked you up and carried you, your legs swung sound her waist. She put you down and crawled onto the bed, sitting between your legs. She planted kisses all over your neck, before gently brushing the thin fabric you were wearing off you. To her surprise you were completely naked underneath. She lightly stroked over your naked breath, making you groan out. She kept on kissing you, gently, full of caution. So much more thoughtful than all the man you were used to.

You started undressing her as well, which took a bit longer than it had with you, considering that she was fully dressed. As she was naked on front of you, you couldn't keep yourself from staring.

"You're beautiful, Brienne." She blushed at that, absolutely stunned that anyone could look at her with so much desire in their eyes.

"Sit on my face, please." You looked at her, she thought you were joking at first. But your face was completely serious.

"What? No, (Y/n) I'm too heavy, I'll crush you." You gently pulled her into another kiss.

"You won't, I promise. Please, I really want this. I want to taste you." Brienne blushed even harder, you had to say she looked really hot like this. All worked up and cheeks red.

Slowly Brienne climbed on top of your face. Right before lowering herself, she looked at you again, concerned. But before she could say anything, you rested your hands on her hips and pulled down. The moment your lips met her wet core, she moaned. And you would have sworn, that it was the hottest thing you had ever heard.

You started running your tongue through her folds, warning another moan. Fast you began licking and sucking on her clit, wanting to hear more of those delicate moans and wanting to pleasure her.

As you increased the speed and her moans grew loader, you felt your own pussy throb. Hearing her aroused you immensely. So you took one hand away from her hips and let it wander between your legs. Slowly you started rubbing your clit, while still eating her out.

"Oh, (Y/n). Please, it feels so good." You moaned against her centre, not being able to hold it back anymore. You could feel Brienne was close, her thighs tightened around your face and her groaned became breathier and louder.

"(Y/n), yeah, I-...ahh" with that she came undone on your face. She climbed off of you and licked her lips as she saw your fingers still rubbing your clit, desperately wishing for release. She sat down between your legs and pushed two fingers inside of you, making you moan more. You shut your eyes, moaning uncontrollably. A few moments later you came, absolutely exhausted. Brienne slowly pulled her fingers out of you and laid down next to you.

You both felt that this would not be the last time you saw each other.

Hey!! How are you doing? Okay, so since you're an educator, could you write a college!Larissa x fem!reader friends to lovers?

Reader is a politics major and they become friends over their shared interest in education. They get really close and something small (maybe Reader helping Larissa do her makeup in the classic wlw picture) makes her realize she's not so straight. Since we're thinking 1990s, being a sapphic politician wouldnt be so acceptable so Reader decides to change her college so she doesn't need to ruin their friendship but also keeps herself away from the "temptation". They eventually lose touch, but years later they meet in a Education Leadership Conference (or something like that) and Reader invites Larissa to work on some new law or campaign fully believing she's over her crush.

Except she's not. And adult!Larissa is slowly falling for Reader and her dedication to the education of outcasts and... idk, rights on children halthcare.

College Sweetheart

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 2049

Warning: none (?)

A/n: I really like this actually, I hope you do too!! I'm sorry that I've been rather quiet today, I've spend the day with my best friend and didn't have so much time to write due to that. <3

You were straight. That was something you had been sure of your whole life. But right now, sitting in front of Larissa, you weren't so sure anymore.

The two of you had met in college and immediately hit it off. She was kind of your best friend by now. Your major was politics with a focus on educational law and Larissa's major was education. So your shared interest of the matter had brought you closer together. You had spent most of your free time together, even if it was just quietly learning together.

Of course, you had noticed that you felt happier anytime you were near her. Your heart seemed to explode, and you did get a little nervous. But that was normal, wasn't it? At least that were things you could ignore. But the latest incident couldn't be ignored. It was clear that you felt something for her, even though it was a little hard to grasp as you had been sure that you were straight. Apparently you weren't.

Larissa and you had decided to do a sleepover. A typical "girls night", watching movies, cooking together, laughing a lot and doing each others make up. The latter was the problem. While doing someone's makeup you get very, very close to them. And suddenly you got the undeniable urge to kiss her. Not in a funny way, like friends sometimes do. In a real, romantic way. The urge was so overwhelming that you had to stop applying her mascara for a second and pull yourself together. Thankfully, Larissa didn't seem to notice.

After this evening it got harder and harder to ignore what you felt for her. Suddenly you were much more aware of all the things you had already felt before. She was on your mind constantly and besides having a hard time concentrating most if the time, you were really scared. Scared of what she'd think and also scared, that if you'd ever act on the matter and somehow people would find out that you weren't actually straight, your career in politics would find an end before it had even started.

It took you a while to make the decision, it certainly wasn't an easy one. But it was the right one. And sometimes, making the right decision hurts.

You choose to change college. You needed to get away from Larissa, you wanted to be friends with her. Your friendship was very dear to you, she was after all your best friend. Larissa was devastated when you told her, you had made up some stupid lie. The focus on education was better there. It would be helpful and important for your career, you would be an expert in the matter. She believed it, of course she did. You were a good liar, you had always been. The farewell was horror, you cried. Both. But as you got in the car and Larissa was out of sight, you started to sob. A gut-wrenching, ugly sobbing. The tears blocking your vision so much you had to drive to the side of the road.

You tried to hold contact in the following weeks, calling and writing whenever there was time. The problem was, there was hardly any time. Your schedules couldn't have been any more different. And so, with time, you lost each other more and more. Until your friendship was merely a memory, coming to mind at times.

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"Shit!" You exclaimed as you tripped on the stairs. It had been a horrible day, everything seemed to go sideways. You had overslept, leaving you with six incredibly short minutes to get ready. But you had taken immoderate thirteen minutes, which is why your colleague had decided to just drive without you. That had led to you having to take the bus. Which was a horrible experience, as always. It was rush hour, you can imagine the situation inside of the bus. And now you tripped on the last stair on your way to the conference room.

Today was the Education Leadership Conference and you had a whole speech prepared on why schools for outcasts should be supported more. But it would be hard presenting that speech with some broken bones.

Thankfully, you didn't fall down. You felt arms around you, right before you would have hit the ground. The arms held you and lifted you back to your feet.

"Thank you very much, I real-" you didn't go on, because at that moment you realised who stood in front of you.

"Larissa?" You looked up to her, she looked exactly the same. Her signature red lipstick, the silver hair up in a beautiful hairdo and eyes blue like the ocean.

"(Y/n), what are you doing here?"

"Well I could ask you the same thing, I'm a politician. Focus on educational matters. Just how I always wanted it to be." You smirked, proud of what you had achieved.

"Well I'm the Principle of Nevermore Academy. The school for outcasts that I went to. And I am here to represent us in the educational system." You just wanted to tell her that you had a speech for that matter exactly, but you were interrupted by someone telling you two to please get in as the conference was about to start. So you went in and sat down together.

After a few hours the topic came to outcasts and the man leading the conference, bid you to the front. Larissa's eyes widened as she realised what your speech would be about.

Dear Ladies and Gentlemen,

First of all, I want to start by saying: thank you. Thank you for giving me the honour of talking in front of you today. Education is a matter that has always been important to me, but the education of outcasts is particularly close to my heart. And before you wonder, No, I'm not an outcast. But that doesn't mean, that I can't support them and their rights.

I believe that the way Outcasts are treated is outrageous. Just the name Outcasts is a scandal as itself. It tempts us to believe that a life together, all as one, isn't possible. That, under all circumstances, we should live like two different species. Romantic connections between them and "Normies", as we are being called, are frowned-upon. And I can't help myself, thinking back to the LGBTQ+ rights movement. Haven't we learned anything from that?

These people are born like this, it's what they are. And they need to receive proper education. It is unbelievable that the politics like to completely overlook this. And in addition to that I believe, that everyone should be educated on this matter. Because, you won't believe me Ladies and Gentlemen, but Outcasts aren't as rare as you might think. And to ensure a safe, and tolerant life together, education is essential.

Your speech went on for a little longer and as you sat down next to Larissa again you saw that she couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the conference.

"Would you like to grab a drink afterwards?" Larissa slid a piece of paper over to you. In neat handwriting you wrote: "I'd like that, very much."

So after the conference, Larissa and you left together. You showed her a little, quiet bar just around the corner.

"I- What you said in there, your speech. It really moved me." Larissa looked at you, close to tears.

"The kids, my students, they mean everything to me. And it makes me so incredibly angry that we are so overlooked by the politics. It's nice to see a Normie care so much." You put your hand on hers and smiled lovingly at her.

The evening felt like a haze, you talked for hours. Catching up on everything that happened, but with every second that you looked at Larissa, with every word she said, you came to realise that you were in love with this woman. And in fact you had been for nearly twenty years. This wasn't the slight crush you remembered, you loved her. There was no denying it. And suddenly your whole life made sense. You understood why you had never been able to really settle down with someone, to really feel pure and deep love for anyone.

This time though, you didn't cut contact with Larissa. After the conference she went back to Vermont and you kept in touch. Regularly you chatted and Larissa invited you to come visit Nevermore for Spring Break. You could have also come in-between holidays, but Larissa told you she wanted to have time for you. If the students were there that wouldn't be the case. Still you decided to stay longer than spring break, you were eager to meet some students and maybe even talk to them.

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You arrived at the train station in Jericho as it was already dark. The station was rather empty except for a few people who left the train together with you. It was easy to find Larissa. She was tall and there weren't a lot of people to block your vision.

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw her. You wanted to run to her, embrace and kiss her. You had missed her so much. But you knew how inappropriate that was, so you settled for a slight welcome hug. She guided you to her car, and you drove to the Academy.

It had something peaceful and calming to it, sitting in the car embraced by darkness. Looking at Larissa, face nearly unrecognisable but beautiful in the mild light of the street lamps. You could have kept driving on and on for hours. Just the two of you.

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The first few days, Larissa showed you around the school and Jericho. It was a flight spending so much time with her, but you weren't just her for fun.

You had brought some files and documents on the campaign about additional support for outcasts and their education. You really wanted Larissa's opinion and help on them.

So for the next week, the two of you spend a lot of time in the library and in Larissa's office. Hoovering over tons of books and files, researching the history and evolution of outcasts and how they were perceived in society. You definitely bonded even more over the work and Larissa found herself enchanted by you. Your dedication to the matter made her heart swell and moved her immensely. She fell for you, deeply. And even though she hadn't planed on sharing that with you, life sometimes makes different decisions.

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It was late already but the two of you were still in the library, quietly sitting next to each other reading through some books. Larissa turned around in her chair a little, bumping her long leg against yours. Fast she put a hand onto your thigh, right where her knee had hit you.

"I'm sorry, love." The pet names were as normal for her as breathing and still the made your heart stop every time. You grabbed her hand, looking up at her.

"No worries!" You wanted to go back to your book, but she didn't let go of your hand and as you looked up you realised she was staring at you.

"What's wrong?" And before she could think about it, it had slipped out.

"I think I love you." She threw her hand onto her mouth, as if that would get the words back inside. Her eyes widened in regret. Slowly you put the book from your lap onto the table and got closer to her.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/n). I shouldn't have said that." You gently took her hand in yours, trying to calm her.

"Why, I think it's wonderful." She looked confused, rejection was what she had expected. Not acceptance, and most of all she didn't expect you to return the feelings.

"Well, I've had a crush on you since college. Even though I've realised as I met you again, it was so much more than a crush. I love you, Larissa." Larissa looked extremely cute when speechless, her cheeks were burning red, and you felt goosebumps on her skin as you leant in for a kiss.

Maybe leaving hadn't been easy twenty years ago. But if it leads to this, you would always do it again.

Hi there, I hope you’re enjoying the holidays and having a good time, I must say that you’re writing is just another level, thank you for sharing the incredible creative in that pretty little head of yours, really I appreciate it your work and the time you take to do it.

So I saw you were taking Larissa requests and I’ve been having this idea all week long. I was thinking about Larissa x r (so this one smut, just if you’re fine with it) in which Larissa is about to hardcore f*ck r, and as she has her bent over the desk r reveals undoing the position just to turn around taking Larissa by the folds of her blazer bringing her in a passionate kiss, then r ends up making love to Larissa (like real love) to the point that she realizes nobody has ever made love to her but just use her body and viceversa, and that the way for r to show her that she wants her for real. (Well that came out long than expected). Again thank you for being a pick up souls, and happy new year’s beautiful ❤️

My beautiful Angel

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 913

Warning: NSFW, 18+, cunnilingus, eating out

A/n: this might actually be my new favourite work of mine! I love it, hope you do too!! @gabriela-1710 <3 Sorry for taking so long, to write it!

You weren't actually quite sure how this had happened. But you didn't mind it. At all. You were laying on Larissa's desk, bend over. She wanted to fuck you, but suddenly you felt like that wasn't enough. You didn't just want her to fuck you, you wanted more than plain Sex. You wanted to make love to her, worship her and her body.

So in a swift motion you turned around and pulled Larissa down. It happened so fast, she didn't even have time to argue. Passionately you kissed Larissa, exploring her mouth with your tongue. You could still slightly taste the coffee on her tongue. Your tongue found hers and in a fight for dominance you made Larissa's knees so weak, she had to support herself on the desk next to you. Your hand found its way on her neck and up into her hair.

"Turn around." Confused she looked at you but obeyed. Gently you pulled her blazer off of her shoulders, exposing the crème coloured blouse she was wearing, and started taking the hair pins out of her hairdo. Her silver hair falling over her shoulders in waves. You stood up on your tiptoes and whispered into her ear.

"Take me to bed." So she picked you up bridal style with ease and carried you to her bedroom, putting you down on her bed. Sitting up in front of her you carefully started unbuttoning her blouse, shrugging it off her shoulders. You took a lock of her hair between your fingers and tucked it behind her ear. Gently you cupped her face.

"God, your so incredibly beautiful, Larissa." She blushed. You had actually made Larissa Weems blush. But it didn't take her long to recover as you felt cold hands lift up your shirt and pulling it over your head. To Larissa's surprise you didn't wear a bra. She lightly stroked over your chest and your breasts until her hand stopped on your stomach. You carried on like this, discovering each other, worshipping each other, kissing every once in a while, until you were both completely naked. Slowly you pushed Larissa back, her head hitting the pillow. You above her, knee between her leg. She kissed you gently, full of love and care. Your hand wandering down her body, cupping her breast and caressing it, drawing circles on her stomach.

"How do you like it? Should I use my mouth or my fingers?" Larissa was surprised by the question, surprised that anyone would actually care enough to take their time and ask her something like that.

"I- If you wouldn't mind, I'd like your tongue, actually." She couldn't help but blush again, embarrassed by her request. And yet this was so ridiculously sweet. She was absolutely overwhelmed.

"No need to be embarrassed, I'd gladly do that, my love." Planting kisses on her chest, licking her nipples and planting even more kisses on her stomach, you slowly made your way down between Larissa's legs. You pushed them open a bit and smirked at her eagerly spreading them.

You started by kissing her inner thighs, both sides, up and down. Gradually nearing her centre. Her breath hitched as you kissed her clit. You grabbed her hand, intertwining your fingers. This moment, was probably the most intimate thing you had ever experienced.

Slowly, you let your tongue run through her folds, teasing her entrance a bit before focusing on her clit. She was incredibly wet.

"You taste wonderful, honey." Squeezing her hand a little, you quickened the pace in which you were licking her clit. Hearing her moan for you made you proud, proud that she trusted you enough to let you in. Proud to be able to pleasure her.

"Oh, (Y/n). That's so good-" you smiled against her, sucking a little, which caused her to let out a deep groan.

"I'm so close...please." She squeezed her eyes shut and covered her mouth with her hand, suppressing the even louder moans.

"Please, my love. Don't do that, look at me and let it all out." And she did, she looked you right in the eyes as another moan escaped her.

Mixing your sucking with licking was too much for her, you saw her pupils dilate and her mouth gap as the orgasm overcame her, with a last moan. Still looking at her, you licked her clean, feeling her sensitivity as she twitched.

You let go of her hand and sat down next to her, pulling her into your lap. You hugged her from behind and just held her, as she came down from her high.

Suddenly you felt a teardrop on your skin. Worried you looked at her.

"What's wrong, my love?" You wiped away the tears that stained her beautiful face.

"I just- I've never experienced something like this. You were so gentle, so careful. No one has ever asked me what I would like while having Sex." Your heart broke for her, she was the most wonderful angel, and you just couldn't understand how no one had ever treated her accordingly.

"My beautiful, beautiful angel. What we just did, that wasn't Sex. I made love to you, and I'm so incredibly sorry that you never had the chance to experience that before. But if you want, we can do this again and again, until we're old and grey." Larissa leaned fully into your embrace, relieved that she could just let go for once. Knowing that she'd be safe in your arms.

Sp your requests are open.. We all know how spontaneously angry Principle Weems can get,

So only and I mean only if you are comfortable, if you are not please tell me I'd hate to make you uncomfortable again if this request does.

Could you do her reaction to her hitting the reader and/or the reader flinching at her during and argument. All I want from the reader is, if you choose to end angsty , the reader addressing her as “Principle Weems.” Instead of Larissa.

Old habits die hard

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 352

Warning: mention of child abuse

A/n: I didn't really feel, that letting Larissa actually hit R would fit her character, so I choose the flinching option. It's quite short, but I hope you like it nonetheless! <3 @fortythree-or-43

"My god, (Y/n). You're acting like one of my students. Why are you so stubborn?" Larissa was annoyed, rightly so. You actually knew that you were in the wrong, but you were way too stubborn to admit that now. You stepped closer to her.

"Because you don't get it, what you did-" You stumbled over your words and flinched as Larissa aggressively lifted her hand. She actually just wanted to rub her temples and deep down you knew that. You also knew that she'd never hurt you, however mad she was at you. But old habits die hard, right? So your body reacted before you even knew it and you stepped away from her, holding your arms in front of you, as if to protect you.

"I'm sorry, Larissa. Please don't be mad." You realised, that you sounded like a child. A scared little child. The child you had been, many years ago.

Larissa face fell, eyes and movements becoming kinder and calmer immediately. The fight and her anger long forgotten.

She wanted to take a step forward, but you didn't let her. You stepped further away from her, caving in on the couch. Larissa slowly sat down on the floor, so you could look at her and see where her hands were at all times.

"My love, please look at me. I'd never hurt you." As you took your hands away from your face, Larissa saw a few silent tears roll down your cheek. The look you saw in her eyes, told you everything you needed to know. You found nothing but love, care and honesty in them.

Still crying you slid off the couch and crawled to her. You felt so ridiculously stupid, for having reacted like that. Sitting between her legs, she held you. Calming you down and whispering sweet nothing's in your ear.

"Shhh, Darling. It's alright. Please don't cry." She gently kissed the top of your head and rocked you in her arms.

"You don't have to tell me today, not even tomorrow. But whenever you feel ready, know that you can talk to me. I'll listen."

Could you please write a Larissa weems x reader angst/song fic inspired by brand new city by mitski?

R is a famous artist who leaves out of the blue and shows up at Nevermore as the new art teacher? Larissa is a fan of their work and is confused why they chose nevermore and learns they were a former student. R has struggled with their mental health and being in the public eye led to drug use but managed to stay clean for their longest period just before/whilst teaching. This comes crashing down when they are having a panic attack before one on one meeting with Larissa because they are head over heels and think that she couldn't possibly like someone like them back and they think that they are going to get fired because they have no confidence in their teaching so they find their old emergency stash in a jacket pocket and take it before the meeting? This leads to a very concerned Larissa as R are acting weird so she questions them about what's wrong and they spill everything about being into them and about their issues since they are very out of it? Larissa basically just takes care of them til they sober up and holds R as they cry about having ruined everything thinking they 100% have no chance now but in fact Larissa loves them and just wants them to be the healthiest version of themself and is sad they didn't come talk to them about their issues sooner?

What'd you take?

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1953

Warning: mental health problems, drug addiction, relapse, panic attack

A/n: I really hope you like it, I tried to put some of the lyrics into the story. I hope I did alright! <3

Ever since you had been a little child, you had wanted to be a singer. You imagined it would free you from the poor life you had had. Your family never had a lot of money, and you wanted to be able to give them something back. But, turns out famous life isn't that great.

It had been great at the beginning, it felt like a haze. A haze of success and people all around, loving you and your music. But with time you got worse, the pressure that came with standing in the public eye, the massive hate that you received from some people. It overwhelmed you completely, you felt you weren't strong enough. But you had always loved what you were doing, so for quite some time you tried to find ways to withstand the pressure.

Slowly you fell into a serious drug addiction, and while you knew the shit you had brought yourself into, it's hard to stop if you're addicted. In the end your sister had been the one, who pulled you out of the whole you had fallen into. She helped you with quitting the pills and sobered you up.

You didn't plan on going back into show business, the fear of relapse was too great. So you took a little break and searched for a job. It was hard, wherever you applied, people recognised you and made a fuss. You just wanted to have some peace and get away from all the chaos. Your mother actually had the idea, that convinced you.

And that's how you found yourself in the office of Larissa Weems, headmistress of Nevermore Academy.

"Can I just ask, how did you become aware of Nevermore Academy? It's quite unusual for such famous people to apply at a school like ours." You had seen the question roam through her mind since the second you entered her office. As a singer you hadn't used your real name, so the postal apply hadn’t shown Principle Weems who you were. But your face certain had.

"Well, I have been a student her myself, over ten years ago. And I needed some distance from the whole show business. A school in the middle of the woods seems like the perfect match, doesn't it?" To your absolute delight, you got the job. And the day you moved in, was also the day that you had been sober for 200 days. Standing in your own little room in the Academy, proud was the word that came to your mind. You were so proud of you, you hadn't rotten in a whole of despair and addiction, no. You had built up a new life, a healthy life.

That new life was going great. Your students seemed to love you, even though they were a little taken aback the first time they entered the classroom, seeing you as their teacher. But it didn't take them long to recover from the initial shock. You realised you should have probably been a teacher all your life. Yes you loved singing, but this. This healed your heart, it was a passion you had never known to have.

The school and your work there brought you utmost peace and joy and with time you even felt yourself fall in love. While that as itself was wonderful and the most beautiful feeling, it brought a few problems with it. The first and most obvious one being, that you had fallen in love with Larissa. Your boss. Great, right?

At the beginning you hadn't even realised that you were in love with her. You had never been in love, so how do you differ between being in love with someone and just being happy to see them because they're your friend? No idea.

But with time it became obvious even to you. Ian, your favourite colleague had told you a long time before you had known it yourself.

"My god, (Y/n). Don't be so oblivious, you have the biggest crush on that woman." You stared at him in shock.

"What, no! I have not." Ian just grinned, he knew you would realise it yourself sooner or later. In your case it was later. It took you unbelievable long.

But one day you eventually did. You were in the library with Ian and Larissa came over to talk to you. It wasn't anything important, just some things about class. Right before she turned to leave, she looked you up and down and smirked.

"I really like the dress! It makes your pretty eyes pop out." And with that she left, not seeing you blush like crazy. You stared after her, and suddenly you turned to look at Ian.

"Oh god, I'm in love with her." Embarrassed you hid your face in your hands while Ian started laughing so much her had actual tears roll down his cheek. Everyone in the library looked at you, thankfully they hadn't heard your confession though. They just thought Ian was going crazy.

Well that was that.

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The thing with you in general was, that you were very unsure of yourself and extremely insecure in everything you did. You never felt like you were doing good or like you were enough. And that became quite the problem.

It had been a normal day, classes went quite well, and you had already finished some of your work as Larissa approached you. Face not kind and patient as usual, it looked rather displeased and cold.

"(Y/n), would you come to my office in an hour. We need to talk." You gulped and just nodded, immediately leaving for your room. The look on her face made you panic. All of your insecurities overthrowing your rational thinking.

What if she wants to fire me? I knew I was doing a shit job at teaching. I'm not made for this.

Now even the tiniest chance of her liking me is lost. She probably hates me, how could I have ever thought to have a chance with her. Why on earth would she like me?

You felt your mind getting filled with more and more fears and negative thoughts. Slowly but surely a panic attack was arising. You had been so proud of you new, healthy life, and you were more scared than ever to have that taken away from you.

Your breathing got unsteady, and your chest felt tight. It felt like your body was falling in pieces. Legs giving up underneath you, slowly sliding down the door. You held your trembling hand against your chest in hopes of being calmed by your heart beat, just to find your heart racing. It felt like your blood was passing you by. Still breathing ragged, you clung to the jacket that was hung over the chair next to you, and felt a little packet in it. You immediately knew what it was, and you very well knew how stupid this was. But rationality wasn't your biggest strength right now.

So you took the pills, probably the last ones you still had. It had been your emergency pack, even though for a while now you hadn't thought to ever need them again. Still leaning at your door, your breathing slowly flattened no you didn't feel like chocking anymore. The trembling of the hands decreased, and you could stand up again.

Calmed down now, you left your room and went to Larissa's office. You weren't even scared anymore, who cares if you'll get fired?

"Could I have some water?" Larissa found your behaviour to be extremely strange. Your pupils were extremely dilated, you complained about the heat on her office the whole time. It wasn't hot in her office, not at all.

"(Y/n), that's the third glass of water. You have been here for ten minutes."

"Well, apparently I'm quite thirsty. My, It's hot on here Larissa." That was it, this behaviour was absolutely unlike you.

"Darling, are you feeling alright. I'm a little worried about you?" You just looked at her, not really grasping what was happening.

"I just took a little. Really just a bit." That alarmed Larissa, and she immediately rounded her desk, sitting down next to you.

"What'd you take? Honey, look at me." You felt her take your hands and gently stroke over your pulse point. In hindsight, you weren't exactly sure what made you spill. Her gentleness, the worry in her eyes or your absolute despair.

"I'm so sorry. I've taken the pills. I know I shouldn't have, I- I- If you'll fire me, I can understand that but-" Larissa didn't look angry at all, no, she actually cupped your cheek and brushed the tears away.

"Shhh, Darling. Calm down, what pills?" You had a hard time breathing again, but managed to get some words out.

"My emergency pack. I- I ended my career because I had a drug addiction, but I was clean. I didn't- when I came her ... I hadn't for over half a year."

"It's alright, shh. Let it out, my beautiful dove." She pulled you into her chest and let you cry, hearing her heart beat made you calm down, until your breathing was normal again.

"Ok, love. You know I don't want to push, but I'm also your employer and I need to know what happened. Why did you take the pills?" You washed the tears away, even though that was useless as the next were already on their way. Ashamed you looked to the floor.

"I had a panic attack after you told me we needed to talk. I thought the ground was pulling me down. You looked so- so cold and angry. I thought I did something wrong, that you'd fire me, and I was so scared to lose the life I had so neatly built up again. I love this school and my work here, and I love you, and I was scared that you'd hate me and I- wait, no- what did I just say? No- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." Larissa just pulled you into a warm hug.

"(Y/n), calm down. Firstly, I didn't want to fire you. I'm so sorry that I made you think that. I just had an annoying situation with a student right before that and was a little on edge. I just wanted to talk about a club, you might like to do. Secondly, I don't hate you. I'm not mad about the pill thing, I just wished you would have come to me earlier. Telling me about your problems and fears. I want you to know that I'm always there for you. Because thirdly, I love you." Your eyes widened. All of your fears and thoughts had been absolutely unfounded. You had just assumed things, and you had misjudged her completely. You started to uncontrollably sob at that.

"Hush, love. Please don't cry. All is well." She gently rubbed your back and held you through it all.

"And please, don't think that you have failed your journey on sobriety. You relapsed, yes. But that's not the end of the world. We'll get you sobered up, and I'll stay with you though it all. And if you have any pills left we'll throw them out. I want you to talk to me in the future, if you ever feel like you'll relapse. Failure is a part of success." You nodded your head against her chest. Thankful for whatever fate, that this woman had become a part of your life.

And she held her promise. She helped you throw away the last pills, she was there for you when it got hard. She truly saved you. She and this school, where the best thing that and ever happened to you

Ello! i love ur works and i just wanna request a Larissa Weems x Daughter! Reader prompt.

Reader's feeling sick but she insists on attending class as usual. She doesn't want to tell Larissa because she don't want to add stress or burden to her already tired mom. But later on Larissa found out through one of the teachers or like one of reader's friend. I just want fluffff and I love the way you writeeee thank uuuuuu <33

You're not a burden

Pairing: Larissa Weems x daughter!Reader

Word Count: 463

Warning: none (?)

A/n: As you said yourself, I've written something very similar. But I'm a sucker for Larissa as a mother so I still wanted to write it! <3

You had woken up, feeling exhausted. Even though you had just slept for eight hours. It felt like your whole body ached. Standing up you nearly fell back down onto the bed, seeing black for a second and feeling your circulation nearly collapse. For a short moment you thought about staying home, but then your mum would want to stay too, and she had so much to do already. You didn't want to burden her, so you tried to pull yourself together and got ready for school.

"Are you alright, honey? You look a little sick." Larissa looked at you, worried.

"It's alright mum. I'm just not really woken up yet." Your mum put a plate with eggs and some bread in front of you, and stopped to tousle through your hair.

"Is that so, sleepyhead." She laughed and sat down with you to eat. You really didn't have any appetite but for your mother's sake, you choked the food down. Making you almost throw up ten minutes later.

The day was horrible, you couldn't concentrate and felt like falling asleep the whole time. You had drunken about three litres of water already and still had a headache. Of course that didn't go unnoticed by your teachers.

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"Principle Weems, do you have a second?"

"Of course, Marilyn. What is it?"

"If your daughter isn't better until tomorrow, maybe she should just stay home." Larissa was confused, you had been well this morning, hadn't you?

"What'd wrong with her?" Concern overtaking her features.

"She was exhausted the whole day, neatly falling a sleep. I think she might have a fever."

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"Honey?" Larissa had rushed to your apartment immediately.

"Honey, are you there?" She rushed through the rooms, looking for you. In your room, already laying in bed she found you.

"Oh, (Y/n). You should have just told me that you were sick this morning. You could have stayed home." You slowly turned around to look at your mother, sitting on the edge of your bed.

"I know, but I didn't want to burden you with even more work. You're always so stressed already." Larissa warmly smiled at you, kissing your forehead.

"Darling, you're never a burden, and you're not work. You're my daughter, and I'll gladly care for you. I'll always have time for that, no matter what's going on. Ok?" You nodded and watched her leave and come back with all sorts of things to make you feel better. She messed your temperature and gently did calf wraps, she brought you water and some painkillers. She cuddled you and let you sleep in her arm.

Needless to say that the next day, you did in fact stay home. And Larissa did too. Caring for you and loving you all day long.

okay hear me out.Larissa x reader Angst. full of it

Larissa’s been cheating on reader and r finds out one night when she answers Larissa’s phone without thinking anything of it but Larissa’s mistress/lover/whatever is the one calling😬😬

i am so sorry (am not) but i’m a sucker for Angst😐

I'm leaving

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 509

Warning: swearing, cheating, angst

A/n: I hope you like it!!

You had felt Larissa pull away more and more. At the beginning you thought it was because of the work she had, she was stressed and didn't have that much time for you but with time it grew stranger. Often you went to her office and she wasn't there, even though she had told you she needed to work.

It felt like you drifted apart, maybe she didn't love you anymore. Maybe you weren't enough for her. Thoughts like that often wandered your mind but never, not for one second, would you have suspected that she cheated on you. Until now.

Larissa was in the kitchen while you sat on the couch. Her phone, laying on the table, rang and out of habit you picked it up and answered. Before you could say anything a soft female voice started talking.

"Hello, love. Is (Y/n) with you or can I come over. I really miss your touch." You didn't even look what to answer, for a second you thought it was a joke. But as the reality of it hit you, the phone slowly slid through your hand and crashed onto the floor. Silently tears escaped you, and you felt like someone had ripped the floor under your feet away.

Larissa came back from the kitchen and looked at you shocked, she just wanted to ask what had happened, as the voice said something again. So quiet you couldn't make out words, but Larissa knew directly who it was. Her eyes shot open, and she walked over to you. Grabbing the phone and hanging up, she wanted to touch your arm.

As if you were afraid of her, you stepped away.

"Don't touch me." Through tears, you tried to get out words.

"Why- What have I done wrong? I've loved you, I've been there for you, I held you when you needed me. I thought we would grow old together. You-." Your tears stained your face, falling to the ground and making your lips salty.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/n). I-" you cut her off, slowly the anger overtook the shock and the heartbreak.

"You should have thought about that, before you fucked someone else. Was she good? Better than me? Did she give you what I couldn't?" You practically screamed at Larissa, not letting her talk. You didn't want to hear her stupid, useless apologies. They would stitch your heart back together.

"I thought you were the love of my life. No one, has ever hurt me like this." Maniacally you started running through the apartment, Larissa following, trying to talk, but always being cut of by you.

"Cut it- I don't want to hear it." You packed a bag, with all the thing you needed.

"I'm leaving. Now your fuck toy can come over." Putting on your shoes and throwing the bag over your shoulder, you opened the door.

"Please, (Y/n). Stay, I-" you didn't hear anything more, as you had slammed the door in her face and rushed away. Tears blocking your vision and uncontrollable sobs escaping you.

Hii, I love your oneshots are so f goods😩

I have a request that is Brienne and reader been in a relationship for time. But they don't do the next step. Brienne say she is prepared and reader is so soft. R want Brienne have the best and intenses orgasm.

I'm ready

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 1207

Warning: NSFW, 18+, eating out, scissoring, cunnilingus, edging

A/n: hope you like it!! <3

"(Y/n), I think I'm ready." You stopped taking off her armour to look Brienne in the eyes. Gently you cupped her face.

"Are you sure?" She nodded, nervously smiling and kissed you.

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Brienne and you had been together for nearly eight months now. But you had been in love with her for over a year. It had taken some time to get enough courage to actually ask her out and tell her how you feel. And it had taken even longer, to make her believe and understand how much you actually loved you. Sometimes you felt like she still doubted it.

You tried to show her, every day, how beautiful you thought she was. How amazing you find her, how much you love all the thing she was always mocked for. Her height, her strength, her body, her abilities.

With time, you felt her become more and more comfortable with you. Kissing turned into heavy make out sessions. She leaned more and more into your touch, allowed your hands in places that made her freeze at the beginning. Yet they never went to her most private parts, just as hers never wandered to yours.

She wasn't ready, and you were fine with that. For her, you would wait forever. And you had told her that.

It surprised you a little, that she told you she was ready in a moment like this.

It wasn't a make out session, you weren't kissing you weren't even cuddling. Brienne had just come back, and you helped her take off her armour. When she suddenly said it.

"(Y/n), I think I'm ready." You stopped taking off her armour to look Brienne in the eyes. Gently you cupped her face.

"Are you sure?" She nodded, nervously smiling and kissed you.

"Oh, my love. I'm so happy that you trust me with this. Let me finish taking of the armour." You finished, not trying to rush too much. You couldn't deny that you longed to touch her, longed to hear her and give her pleasure. You felt that with every second you were filled with more and more lust. It wasn't even about wanting to be pleasured. You just loved Brienne so incredibly, that you wanted to give her the stars and more. Preferably an amazing orgasm.

"I want you to tell me if I do anything that you don't like, ok? I would never want to make you feel bad, this is all about pleasuring you." She nodded and slowly moved to the bed, you could see in her eyes that she was hungry for you. She wanted this just as much as you. Just because she hadn't slept with anyone before, didn't mean she hadn't wanted to.

She had just always pushed those wants and needs back, deeming them unimportant. Thinking she wasn't worthy of receiving something like that, and no one would have wanted to sleep with her, anyway. You were the first person to ever make her feel like she was important, like she was deserving of love and tenderness and now even the pleasures of sex.

Slowly you started to take of Brienne's shirt, admiring what was underneath. You crawled onto her lap and started sucking on her neck, clearly going to leave marks. You hand moved to her chest, kneading first her left and then her right breast. The light moans coming out of Brienne made you smile. You gently pushed her to lay down and sucked at her breast, while roaming her body with your hands.

"(Y/n)..." your name came out breathy, sounding like heaven out of her lips. Never had you liked your own name this much. Soft kisses on her stomach, made her shiver. You kissed your way down to her pants and with her help they were off in less than a second.

You stroked her inner thighs, gently pushing her legs open. She was very wet, ready for you to dig into her. You licked your lips and got closer to her centre, merely brushing over it, you heard her suck in her breath. You couldn't believe that this would really be the first time she'd feel this, the first time she'd be touched.

As your lips made contact with her throbbing clit, a growl escaped her. Blushing and hiding her face in the crook of her arm, she apologised.

"Darling, don't apologise. You're meant to make sounds, and I want to hear them all. Please just relax and let go." Your voice was deeper than usual, she didn't miss that. It dripped with lust.

You went back to work, with the goal to make gift her the best and most intense orgasm. So, you started, slowly at first, to lick her clit. But fast you increased your pace, hearing her moan above you showed you that she was nearing the edge. Right before she could stumble over, you stopped. Her protesting groans made you smirk, so after a few seconds of lightly kissing her body you resumed. This time with your fingers.

Running through her folds and rubbing over her pulsating centre. Her moans grew impatient and louder. You felt yourself getting wet, the sounds being the most erotic thing you'd ever heard. Again right before she would have come, you stopped.

"(Y/n), please. You said, you wanted to pleasure me." You had stood up, taking of your clothes as well.

"Oh, and I will. Just be a little patient, we're nearly there." Naked as the day you were born, you crawled on top of her not missing the way she stared at your breasts. Chuckling, you took her hand and placed it on your breast. She instinctively started to stroke and squeeze it. Her strong hands completely enveloping it. You could help but moan, while you placed yourself on her centre, lowering until you felt her juice all over you.

You took her leg and lifted it, resting on your hip. Her cunt was even more accessible for you like that. Slowly you moved your hips, thrusting against her. In mere seconds, Brienne was a screaming mess under you.

This felt different, then the two times before. She felt the pleasure more intensely, it built up stronger.

"Oh, Brienne. Please...move your hips, I need-" She did, also thrusting her middle against you. Trying to get as much friction as possible. You saw Brienne's forehead glistening with sweat.

She threw her hand onto your hip, supporting your movement. The two of you moaned in unity, and with one last look at her, you came. Panting and moaning. You didn't stop your movement though, wanting Brienne to also come, even though you felt how sensitive you were.

"(Y/n), please. This feels so good." Laying your hand on top of hers, still on your breast you encouraged her to let go.

"Come for me, let go. You're such a good girl for me, aren't you?" With one last scream she came, legs twitching and breathing raged. You climbed off of her and passionately kissed her.

"You're really hot, when you let go and scream like that. You know that?" You looked at her, knowing how she'd react. Blushing and pulling you in, to hide her face in your shoulder.

"Just the truth."

Request for a student!Larissa weems x student!reader song fic to sex sells by Lovejoy.

Maybe Larissa and r kiss/hookup drunkenly when they are alone at a party and larissa is gone in morning. The next time r sees them they have a tory bf and r is hurt because larissa told her bf r forced themself on her and that got spread round the school to the point where r had to leave?

Years later they are adults they meet at a party and Larissa apologizes for her internalised homophobia and explains they had a very unaccepting family and only dated that dick to please them. They end up hooking up and in the morning she is gone again and r is a scared she left again but Larissa comes back in with coffee and holds them while they tell her never to leave them again?

She's not there

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1265

Warning: internalised homophobia, insulting

A/n: I hope you like what I did with your idea!!!<3

You had probably liked Larissa since you had first seen her. How could you not? She was intelligent, funny, beautiful and so incredibly kind to anyone. All this time you had been fine with admiring her from a far, seeing her happy was all you cared about. Never would you have thought that she would hook up with you, but most of all, you would have never thought that she'd hurt you in the way she did. She was so kind after all, was she not?

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It was a typical high school party, just with outcasts. But that made it even more fun, especially when the psychics used their powers to entertain the rest.

You stood at the side, laughing at the startled face of your friend, who was the victim of a psychic's joke right now. You had all drunken a little too much, the whole school would be hungover tomorrow, you just knew the teachers would be mad. But did that stop any of you? Surely not.

Suddenly you felt someone lean against the wall beside you, without looking you knew it was Larissa. You smelled the familiar mix of lemon and bergamot.

"Already bored?" You laughed at her, looking straight ahead, not wanting to look at her. You weren't sure what your drunken self would do.

"No, just wanted to spend some time with you." Your breathing hitched, surprised by her confession. Gently she turned you to look at her and as you had predicted, your drunken self wasn't able to hold back. You looked into her eyes and in mere second your lips were on hers. For a second she stiffened but fast she kissed back, dragging you out of the room into the corridor.

Still kissing, the two of you stumbled towards your room. Fiddling with the key you missed opening the door multiple times. Larissa chuckled behind you, grabbing your hand and guiding it, finally the door opened, and you fell onto the bed. It was the typical drunken sex, chaotic, messy, fiddling and a lot of giggling.

You fell asleep together, and woke up alone. Your heart broke a little, but at first you thought she just got overwhelmed, or she needed some air. But she didn't come back, and she also didn't talk to you anymore.

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Swore she'd never kiss a tory

But this boy was too good to lose

It was a sunny day, and you thought maybe going to Jericho would take your mind off of Larissa. Wrong decision. You sat in a little book café, reading as Larissa walked past the café with a boy around her waist. You knew him, he was an asshole. Homophobic and racist. Why on earth would Larissa date him?

You felt your heart clench at the look, day ruined. Fast you finished the coffee and left.

It was horrible, but what made it even worse was that everyone talked about it. Wherever you went, people called after you or insulted you.

"Hey, you freak. Why did you do that?" You turned, confused. You hadn't even been able to go to your room without people stopping you.

"What?" The girl looked at you disgustedly.

"Force yourself onto Larissa. That's disgusting, honestly." She spit on to the floor, nearly hitting your shoe. You had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, but you had an idea who spread the rumour. It hurt you, more than a rejection could have ever.

And it made your life living hell, everyday people insulted you, spit on you or just looked at you disgustedly. You were thankful that you didn't have a roommate, you cried nearly every evening.

Know she's not there, I know she's going to his flat

You just couldn’t stop thinking about Larissa with her boyfriend. The way his hand had lingered on her waist, holding her close. Like she was his property.

The talking and glancing became so bad, that you eventually decided to leave the school. You knew there wasn't another school for outcasts in America. So you moved to England. And even though it was hard, going to a new country alone, leaving your life behind, it was the right decision. It helped you heal and find peace again.

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It had been years since you moved to England, you liked it and never left. So going to the class reunion was a little more effort for you than it was for most others, but you still did it. You couldn't deny that you missed Nevermore and wanted to see how it was doing.

Truthfully, you hadn't thought about the fact that Larissa would be there. So it did hit you as you saw her standing across the room, laughing with someone you didn't know.

How's it feel to be so loved, yet so alone?

Suddenly, for a second, you were reminded of how you had felt before you left. It was a short moment, but it stung.

You felt yourself panic a little as she approached you.

"(Y/n)? I didn't think you'd come." You tried to smile, but it probably looked a little forced.

"Well, I wanted to see the school again. I missed it and my departure wasn't exactly pleasant." Larissa's face dropped and guilt washed over it.

"I- I want to apologise, (Y/n). I shouldn't have done what I did, it was hurtful, I know. But my family was so unsupportive and always told me I shouldn't dare come home with a girl. So I grew up with homophobia and internalised that, being attracted to a girl scared be. And that idiot, Steven. I just dated him to please my parents. I never wanted him to tell it around school. I can understand if you can't forgive me." But honestly, how could you still be mad? She was charming and beautiful as ever, you had accepted what had happened. And above all, you knew how hard internalised homophobia and non-acceptive parents were.

"It's okay, Larissa. I understand how hard it must have been for you. It just really broke my heart, because I really liked you." Looking up at her, you knew you still did. You had probably never stopped liking her.

"Can I kiss you?" You looked up at her, waiting for her answer. She blushed immediately and slightly nodded. You never knew Larissa Weems could get flustered. A second later your lips crashed onto hers.

It did feel a lot like the last time, stumbling through the hall, fiddling with the keys, giggling a lot. And as you woke up and looked to the right, you thought deja vú.

Larissa had left, again. You felt your eyes get glossy, desperately trying to hold the tears back as you heard the door open. Hastily you tried to cover your still naked body with the sheets and looked up, just to see Larissa with a bag of croissants and coffee in hand. She immediately noticed the tears in your eyes.

"Oh love, what's wrong?" Sitting down on the edge of the bed she gently took you into her arms.

"I thought you left me again." You leaned into the warmth of her body, happy that she came back.

"I'll never leave you again. I just bought croissants and coffee." Softly she kissed the top of your head and chuckled as she saw that the sheets had uncovered your chest. Hastily you pulled it up again.

"Darling, I don't think that's necessary. My mouth was all over it just a few hours ago." She winked at you and your cheeks became bright red.

Hello!! Can I request a Larissa Weems x teacher!reader where reader’s fashion sense is more on the comfort side so they always wear vests over loose shirts, cardigans, jumpers and things like that and Larissa thinks it’s adorable but Larissa sees reader in gym clothes one day after working out and she just gay panics and reader, being the helpful person that they are, goes to check on her but Larissa gets even more flustered. Thank u!

Gym Clothes

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 358

Warning: none (?)

A/n: It's very short, but I quite like it. It's really cute, hope you agree anon!!<3

Larissa loved your clothing style, and she didn't keep it a secret. Often she complimented you on the sweaters or vests that you wore. But she also often wondered what you look like underneath all of those layers. The baggy clothes kept your body form an absolute secret.

But she certainly wasn't prepared for the actual view.

It was the end of the day, and you were just coming back from running, walking through the corridors of Nevermore. Larissa opened her office door and saw you, happily walking in your gym clothes. A tight sport legging and merely a sports bra. It was a warm day after all. She stopped in her tracks, looking at you coming closer and closer. What she experienced was probably best described as full on gay panic. Her heart was racing, and her breath hitched, you looked absolutely stunning.

It was a wonder she wasn't drooling from the view, but her heart surely increased in pace as she saw you walking directly over to her. You had spotted her, looking rather uncomfortable and were quite concerned.

"Principle Weems, are you alright?" Larissa immediately blushed and unsuccessfully tried to answer. She opened her mouth and closed it again, no words escaping her. You actually weren't that much shorter than her and could easily put your hand on her shoulder. Her body stiffened at that, and she felt goosebumps all over her.

God, she was an absolute mess for you. And after you had seen her blush, you were sure she wasn't sick. Fast you understood the reason for her flustered reaction and used it to your advantage.

"You like what you see, huh?" You weren't sure, if that was even possible, but she seemed to blush even more. She looked extremely cute, with red cheeks and nervous.

You gently laid a hand on her chest, right above her heart. It was racing. Knowingly you smirked at her.

"Maybe, you'd like to go out with me sometimes?" The other woman nodded slightly, completely overwhelmed by the placement of your hand. Cheekily you grinned and placed a kiss on her cheek before turning around and leaving.

Hello! I love your so writing so much!

Can you please do a student reader x Larissa? It doesn't have to be romantic but reader have those tiny crush on our principal (At least one student have a crush on Larissa I refuse to believe there's none 😭)

A student reader who purposely misbehaves just to be in the office and Larissa knows about it but would let them talk and have casual talk and even teasing about their little crush! Just pure fluff! Thanks!

Crush

Pairing: Larissa Weems x student!reader (platonic)

Word Count: 838

Warning: none (?)

A/n: I loved writing this!! It's really sweet, hope you like it! <3

Your principle had literally been your gay awakening. But who could blame you? She was a tall, goddess woman. It was just natural to have a crush on her.

Additionally, you just really liked spending time with her, she was an amazing talking partner and really intelligent, she just gave the beat advice (and the best hugs).

It occurred to you that it be easiest to spend time with her, if you started being about little troublemaker. So you did, often missing periods or doing little pranks. Your grades didn't get worse, of course not, you still studied. And, just how you had predicted it, you were called to her office every time.

Larissa on the other hand, didn't miss your little crush on her. It was so darn obvious, it nearly hurt. You didn't even try to hide it. The situation wasn't easy for her, she didn't want to get your hopes up, but if you continued this behaviour she needed to call you to her office. It was her responsibility.

So she decided to talk to you about it, she was well aware that a conversation like that was probably highly embarrassing for the student, even though she had never needed to have such a conversation before. There was a first time for everything, right?

She didn't have to wait very long, until you entered her office again. This time, you had missed nearly the whole day. Only having went to botanic classes, because that was your favourite.

You entered, a happy smile already on your lips.

"Sit down, (Y/n). I believe, we have to talk." She was unusually serious, her face not giving away anything. Normally you could read her like a book, all of the spent time together had taught you that.

You sat down, a little nervous now. The smile having slipped your face.

"I know, that we can not choose who we fall in love with or even who we have a crush on, so I'm not mad. And I am flattered, even though I don't quite understand why you'd have a crush on me..." you interrupted her.

"Why not? You're simply amazing." You knew she didn't believe you, as said, you could easily read her.

"Well, thank you. But what I wanted to say, is that I hope you know and understand, that this can not work. A relationship is unimaginable and absolutely inappropriate. I'm sorry." You were fast to clarify, eyes never leaving hers.

"Oh, I know. And I never imagined, there would happen anything. I'm okay with that. I simply want to spend some time with you, talk, laugh, you know? I'm quite happy, whenever I'm around you." You could see Larissa relax, relieved that you were so reasonable. She shot you a gentle smile.

After that, it was much easier. You didn't have to make problems to see her, you were welcome to spend tome with her any time. It made you so happy, because you felt that you did form a kind of friendship.

You were totally comfortable in the friendship and Principle Weems even teased you about your crush from time to time.

She knew how flustered you could get, when she towered over you, so she made sure to do exactly that if she saw you in the hall.

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"How is my favourite student doing?" You had to look up to see her smirk, very well knowing what she was doing. Your cheeks turned red in seconds, and you playfully slapped her arm.

"Stop that, you know what that does to me." She laughed.

"Do I?" She asked innocently and left you standing there, a blushing mess.

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In return, you made sure to, respectfully, show her why you would have a crush on her. You often complimented her, got her flowers on her birthday and showed real interest in her life and what she told you.

Nothing ever happened between the two of you, but a beautiful friendship had blossomed. Possibly one for life.

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A funny extra that I thought of:

You had long left school and still maintained the friendship with Larissa. You had visited her and sat in her office catching up on the newest things.

"You know, that you were my absolute gay awakening?" Larissa nearly choked on her wine.

"I'm sorry, what?" You just had to laugh, she looked incredibly funny like this. Shocked and still coughing over the wine.

"Well you know that I had a crush on you. And you were kind of my first girl crush, I saw you, and I was like: damn. You're tall and hot. Still are. That made me seriously question things." You looked at Larissa, she had a lopsided grin on her face.

"What?" You asked, already giggling. At that she couldn't hold it in anymore, she burst our laughing. So did you. It was a mess, anytime you looked at each other, you just laughed more.

Neither if you were of any use for the rest of the evening.

hello!

could I maybe request a Brienne x reader version of the story you just posted with Larissa involving some dancing, Bri can be all flustered, won’t stop staring and maybe Pod makes fun of her for it, and then, some smut?

Bonfire Night

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 655

Warning: NSFW, 18+, smut

A/n: So I have two stories of Larissa with dancing, Dance Floor and Punishment. I wasn't sure which one you meant, so I did a mix of both! Hope you like it <3

You knew how shy Brienne was with her feelings, she'd never make a first move. The problem was you wouldn't either. At least not sober. Drunk was a whole different story.

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It had been a long day and Pod and you just wanted to relax a bit. Have some fun, drink something and dance around the fire. Brienne was not having it.

"You'll both feel terrible tomorrow, if you drink now." She was right, of course. You wanted to go on tomorrow, and it was understandable that Brienne didn't want to hungover people on the road with her. Still the fun was absolutely necessary.

So, while Brienne just sat on a tree trunk, you and Pod drank and drank and laughed and drank even more. Truthfully speaking, way too much. And to your surprise, with the alcohol came the courage.

Your initially chaotic dancing turned into a seductive dancing, directed to Brienne alone. You danced just for her.

"I think Brienne likes that, (Y/n)." Pod grinned. And looking at Brienne, you were quite sure he was right. She just started at your hips, moving slowly, your hands running over them. Her face was bright red, and she didn't dare to look into your eyes.

Carefully you approached her and took her hand in yours. You tried to pull her up and to your surprise she actually stood up, awkwardly standing in front of you. She didn't wear her armour anymore, just linen shirts.

"Here, put your hands on my hips." You guided them, gently putting them to the sides of your body. She looked at you, eyes widened, cheeks red. You stepped closer to her, still moving your hips. Your bodies nearly touched, and your breasts were grazing her. Hands around her neck, practically clinging to her, you looked into her eyes.

It was like flirting without words, intimate like nothing you'd ever experienced before, you started to lightly kiss her neck. Her skin under your lips, felt like heaven. Sucking on it a little, marking her, you elicited a moan from her. Her voice deep and full of pleasure sounded amazing.

You turned your back to her and leaned into her form, making her sigh in pleasure. You smirked at Pod, seeing him leave.

You still moved your hips, grinding into her, desperately searching for some contact. You took Brienne's strong hand and guided it to your front, gently shoving into your pants.

"What are you doing, my lady?" You leaned your head against her chest and smirked up at her, seeing her blush.

"I'm letting you pleasure me, love." Her cheeks warmed up even more at the pet name.

"But I have no idea-"

"That's why I'm guiding you." You put her fingertip directly onto your throbbing clit and moved it a little.

"Yeah, exactly like that. Just rub there." You took your hand out of your pants, throwing your arm behind you and around her neck. Brienne gently started to rub your clit, making you even wetter.

"Oh, please Brienne, faster." She learned fast, she did what you told her and started rubbing in circles making you moan. You clung to her, hoping your legs wouldn't give out, but suddenly you felt Brienne's other hand on your waist, supporting you. As her pace quickened it got hard for you to keep quiet, secretly you felt sorry for Pod.

"Please, Brienne- ah, just like that. I'm gonna come." With that and her name on your lips you came undone. Moaning and collapsing into her arms. You slowly turned around and kissed her gently. You felt her hands wander down, under your thighs. You screamed a little in surprise as she lifted you, but you willingly wrapped your legs around her torso.

"More, Brienne. Please, I want more of you." You didn't have to say that twice, with that she carried you into her tent. Continuing your own kind of dance in there.

Larissa with really powerful witch s/o who protected her from dying but in the process the s/o gets injured rlly bad and they healed well ,took a little long but Larissa is like, extremely guilty about it so s/o reassures her and it ends with just pure fluff with angst in the first part please? Btw awesome writing and pls do tell me if you can't and I totally understand<3

You are worth it

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 979

Warning: near death, wounds, blood

A/n: Really liked this, Angst with a fluffy ending is just superior!! <3

You were determined to protect Larissa. It didn't matter what happened to you, she was the only important thing right now.

You stormed out of the door, running faster than ever, directly to Larissa. She was frozen in shock, looking at the Hyde in front of her with widened eyes. You jumped in front of her, shielding her with opened arms.

"Leave, Larissa!" She didn't move, not one bit. You shot a shock wave to the hide, throwing it back a little. Fast you turned to Larissa and grabbed her shoulders, staring in her eyes sternly.

"You have to leave, Larissa. I'll work this out." You shook her lightly until she fell out of her trance and moved her eyes panicking.

"(Y/n), what are you doing?" You turned around, feeling the Hyde approached again, having your arms around Larissa the whole time.

"I'm protecting you." With that you gave her a gentle but firm push away from the chaos.

The Hyde took a jump forward, reaching out for you with its claws. With a step backwards you shot a spell to it, letting it fly back in agony. Giving you some time to collect yourself and decide your next move.

After that it all went downhill, you had just turned around for a split second to look at Larissa. Seeing her eyes shoot open in panic, showed you that something bad was about to happen. And that's when you felt it, a claw ripping open your back. In mere seconds you had fallen to the ground, having had just enough time to shoot another shockwave towards the Hyde. Crying out in pain you fell onto the hurt back, trying to stand up again you fell onto all fours.

"(Y/n)!" Larissa screamed your name, filled with panic and muffled by tears.

Slowly you stood up again, seeing the Hyde ready to attack again. You concentrated exactly on the spot the Hyde would land, as it jumped you snapped your fingers, causing a big purple flame to shoot out of the ground. Avoiding being burned you jumped to the side just in the last second. Still the Hyde ripped your shoulder open, blood streaming out of it, before it fell into the flames, burning and screaming out. With the last bit of strength in you, you stumbled towards Larissa. Caving in right in front of her.

Larissa fell to her knees, pulling you into her lap. Looking at her hands, all she saw was blood. She cried out, panic flooding her senses.

"(Y/n), stay strong, you won't die in my arms. I forbid it." You chuckled, nodding ad to show her you would try to obey. A second later, you felt your mind slip away. Slowly closing your eyes, the last thing you heard was Larissa's scream.

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Larissa couldn't stop sobbing, her makeup smudged completely, the mascara running down her cheeks. She was scared, more than she had ever been in her life.

She sat next to you, holding your hand. A nurse had stitches you up and cleaned your wounds. She said you were healing well, still you had been out for nearly three days. The fight had sucked all the strength out of you.

Three days you had been out, and three days Larissa had been crying. She just couldn't stop herself, the tears kept coming and coming.

The first thing you heard when you woke up, were sobs. You felt a hand in yours and tears on your arm. Slowly you opened your eyes, the sight broke your heart. Larissa sat at your side, puffy eyes, chaotic hair and wet cheeks.

You hissed, suddenly feeling pain in your back. At that Larissa's eyes shot up.

"(Y/n)" Larissa's voice was thin, nothing like usual. You slightly squeezed her hand.

"I'm fine, it's alright Larissa." She let out a sob, and put her head onto your stomach, clinging to the shirt you were wearing. She soaked it wet with her tears. Gently you stroked over her hair, trying to calm her.

Suddenly she shot up, looking at you sternly.

"How could you do that, (Y/n). You could have died, I was worried sick." You cupped her cheek with your hand, brushing away a few tears.

"Yeah, but I didn't, did I? I'm still alive, here by your side." She put her hand onto yours, intertwining your fingers.

"But you could have died, the risk was too high! And what for? For me, and I'm not worth risking your life." Your expression became serious, taking her hand into yours.

"Look at me, Larissa. Never say that again. I didn't die, but I wouldn't have minded dying, if that meant saving you. I'd die for you. Don't you understand that?" Larissa's breath hitched, letting out an uncontrolled sob.

"But why?"

"Because I love you." Larissa's eyes widened in shock. She didn't know what to say.

"I love you Larissa and I could never forgive myself if you had died. You're like the sun in my life, warming me from the inside, letting my heart blossom in joy. The light at the end of the tunnel. I've never felt like this before, and I never want to leave your side. Your worth every pain and death there is. You're worth so much more." Larissa couldn't believe her ears, never had anyone said something like that. Never did she know anyone who would've died for her.

Slowly, careful not to hurt you, she leaned forward and cupped your face. The kiss that followed was sloppy, wet and salty from all the cried tears. But that didn't change, that it was exactly the right thing. Breaking apart, Larissa pulled you into a hug.

"Still, I'd appreciate it, if you wouldn't try to die in the future." You laughed into the hug, pulling her even closer to you.

"I can't promise anything. But I'll try."

Okay hi so

1. Slayyyyyyyy!!

and

2. I love your writing and I’ve binging all of it. I saw your pregnancy headcanon post with Larissa and I was really happy because I think a lot of people find that stuff weird ???? If that makes sense ??? But anyway, I was wondering if you could do more of those headcanons. I love the domestic and fluffy Larissa x readers and you do them perfectly. Thanks<3

Domestic Fluff Headcanons

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 398

Warning: subtle mention of sex

A/n: I really hope you like it, anon!

•Larissa is the sweetest angel, that's a fact

•She's a morning person, you're not, so she'd love to stand up before you and make breakfast for you

•She'd be so quiet, careful not to wake you and on weekends she sometimes brings you breakfast in bed

•She gives THE best hugs and is always there for you, no matter what it is

•"If it upsets you, it isn't unimportant, love."

•She isn't one for too much physical touch and affectionate in public, but she'd always make sure to have a hand on your back and make sure your well and with her

•She has an enormously stressful job and loves when she can cuddle into you on the couch

•loves you playing with her hair while cuddling

•She's bad at asking for hugs or affectionate, she things as the taller, and older one it's her job to be strong and shower you with that stuff

•but you don't need her to ask, you see it in her eyes, and she loves that, she loves melting into you

•She is well aware of the effect she has on you, making you nervous ad weak in the knee

•still in the beginning it's hard for her to actually believe that you want her, no one else

•She doesn't think herself particularly beautiful, so you make sure to always remind her

•She has an absolute sweet tooth, bake a chocolate cake and her eyes light up like she's a little child

•She cares about each one of her students like they're her own children, so often she has a hard time if a student isn't doing well

•She knows that your arms are always open for her, and she can just let go and cry

•you think it's the funniest thing that her attention shifts completely if a puppy or a kitten is anywhere near

•She can draw, beautifully, and loves to sketch you

•She'd do anything for you, even buy the world, if that was possible

•always wears her hair up, because she thinks it makes her look stricter for work

•open hair is just for you, and she is a sweet pie with it

•She is sub, argue with the wall

•blushes like crazy when you compliment her

•She loves the snow, more than anything

•She's in general a winter/Christmas person, it's her absolute favourite time of the year!!

hey could i request a larissa x reader, where reader feels nothing and is just walking trough the day without feelings and is just numb to everything. so larissa notices it and tries to make reader feel somthing so she spends time with them and is there for comfort and cuddling and just holding dsch other until reader finally breaks together in larissas arms and cries so hard they can't breathe. thank you!

Numbness

Pairing: Larissa Weems x student!reader

Word Count: 545

Warning: mental health issue

A/n: it's quiet short but super comforting!! Hope you like it, anon <3

She knew you as a quirky, happy person. Always laughing, waving and smiling at Larissa whenever you saw her. She truly was your favourite teacher.

But in recent times, she noticed that something was off. You never laughed, always looking down. Larissa couldn't remember when she had seen you smile the last time. The usual jokes and comments missing.

Of course, you had noticed, that the Principal spend unusually much time with you. Often she sat down next to you when she saw you. She came to you in the library, invited you to her office and always tried to include you.

If you hadn't felt so numb, you would have probably loved it. But you just didn't feel anything. All of the hurt and the tears having made you immune to emotions, so it seemed.

Larissa tried her best to make you laugh, to support you and take some work of your shoulders. She even insisted on helping with your homework. Occasionally she took you to Jericho and went to your favourite book store or café with you. But nothing that she did helped. She couldn't even get a small smile out of you, when she usually made you cry of laughter. But what scared her more, was that she didn't get a tear either. She got nothing, no emotion at all.

One day she had enough. She really tried to pretend she didn't know how miserable you were, she really didn't want to push you. But she couldn't bear it anymore.

She had called you to her office and after a few unsuccessful tries to make you smile, she sighed.

"(Y/n), darling. I think we have to talk." You looked at her, and for a second she thought she saw panic. But it faded just as fast. You shrugged your shoulders and looked away again.

"You're not okay", you just wanted to argue, but she grabbed your chin and forced you to look at her, "You're not, don't try to argue. I can see it. I've tried really hard to make you happy, for that we don't have to have this talk. But I was unsuccessful, and it's my job to look out for you. We need to talk about this." A silent tear fell down your cheek, the first in forever. The first sign of an emotion in weeks. Larissa was fast to pull you into a hug and mere seconds later a gut-wrenching sob escaped you.

After that there was no stopping the tears, Larissa rocked you in her arms. Holding you through it all. The tears soaked her jacket, and you sobbed so much it got hard to breath. Gasping for air, clinging to the only thing keeping you sane right now.

"Breathe, love. You have to breathe. Shh..." Larissa whispered in your ear, rubbing your back. Every once in a while she placed a light kiss on the top of your head and whispered nice things to you. She assured you she'd always be there for you.

"It's okay, let it out. Whatever it is, we'll work it out. I'm here." And she was, for what felt like forever you cried in her arms. Not once did she complain, or tell you off. She just soothed and comforted you.

If you're taking requests can you do one where larisaa is trying to have a meeting but fem!reader is under her desk making it hard for her? I love your work! If you're not taking requests that's okay!

Little Brat

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 766

Warning: NSFW, 18+, fingering, eating out, (semi-public)

A/n: Hope you like it!! <3 Sorry it took so long, had so many requests and school started again, that's why so few fics are coming @dontsayshit-saychickenfuck

Larissa had just finished in the bathroom, as she heard someone knock on her office door. She checked the watch and realised that it was already time for her meeting. As she stepped back into her office, you were gone. Or so she thought, so she went to open the door and greeted her guests.

They sat down in the chairs in front of Larissa's desk, and she rounded the table, wanting to sit down. Just as she pulled the chair away, she saw you sitting under her desk, mischievous grin gracing your lips. She sighed, not being able to tell you off, now that her guests were already present.

She sat down, and you immediately grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer to you. She sat on the edge of the chair and voluntarily spread her legs open a bit as she felt you push up her dress. Your hands slowly wandering up her bare thighs. The conversation she was having, felt distant and quiet to you. You ignored it, bathing in her beauty, in her warmth.

As you placed kisses on her thighs, her breath hitched. She tried to hide it with a cough, but it sounded ridiculous. You nearly laughed. You stopped your actions for a moment, listening if someone would say something.

"Principle Weems, are you feeling alright? We can postpone this." You looked up at Larissa and saw her shake her head. She resumed talking about the petition she had made, ignoring the other woman's question.

You wanted to make this really hard for her, she wouldn't easily get out of this. So you stroked over her inner thighs while kissing your way up on the other one. You slid closer to her core, now fully sitting in between her legs.

Her underwear was soaked, you hadn't even touched her yet and she was already desperate for you. You smirked, lightly biting into her flesh. She tensed, not out of discomfort, out of desire.

"I'm sure we'll be able to find a compromise." Her voice was shaky, thinner than usual. If they'd known her well, it would have been unnoticeable that something was wrong. But they didn't, so she seemed normal to them.

Lightly you pulled her underwear down, seeing her shift in the seat to make it easier for you. Placing a mild kiss on her clit, you felt her tremble a little. A moan getting stuck in her throat. So, you tested her a bit. Running your tongue through her wet folds and teasing her entrance with your fingers. She was strong, nothing escaped her. Without warning, you slipped two fingers into her, a desperate moan escaped her. Again she tried covering up with a cough. This try was even more pathetic than the last one.

"Principle, I don't think you're well. Maybe it'd be best if we'd postpone this." Larissa sighed in relief.

"Yes, I suppose so. Thank you for your understanding." With that she grabbed the woman's hand and told her goodbye. She found the way out on her own and the second the door fell close Larissa opened her mouth to say something, but a loud moan escaped instead. You started pumping your fingers into her and your tongue didn't hesitate to start pleasing her.

Larissa gasped for air, surprised by your sudden fast pace. "Oh god, you little brat…" she moaned and shoved you closer to her centre. Her juice spreading all over your chin. She tasted amazing, and you could eat her out all day. Sometimes you even enjoyed it more than being pleased yourself. Seeing her let go and be completely carefree for a moment, made your heart flutter.

You sucked on her clit, reaching up to her breasts with the free hand. Gently you squeezed it, earning another moan from the older woman. You knew she was close, her walls clenched around your fingers and her thighs shut more and more around your face.

"Please, (Y/n)... I'm coming" a guttural, deep moan fell from her lips as she stumbled over the edge. Eagerly you licked up every bit of her juice and slowly pulled your fingers out of her, making her whimper.

"Want a taste?" You held your fingers out to her, and she immediately took them in her mouth, sucking them clean. You stood up and sat down on her lap.

"You little minx. I think I'll have to punish you later." Hungrily she kissed you, and pulled you closer to her.

"It was definitely worth it, love." You winked at her seductive, making Larissa blush slightly before she kissed you again.

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.

I would die if u wrote a bed sharing fic of Larissa x reader with smut

One Bed

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1010

Warning: NSFW, 18+, Mommy kink, eating out, kind of praise kink

A/n: hope you like!!<3

You stepped into the room and immediately knew you were doomed. Doomed to make an absolute fool out of yourself.

"I'm really sorry, (Y/n). I'll sleep on the floor." You turned around to look at Larissa, shaking your head.

"No, don't be ridiculous." You knew this would be your demise, but you would most definitely not let her sleep on the wooden floor.

The two of you had gone to a conference and needed a place to sleep. Unfortunately there was only one room left, and there was just one bed in it. Additional problem: You had the biggest crush imaginable on Larissa.

"(Y/n), come on. I'm your boss, I appreciate your offer, but it's really not necessary." You shushed her and left for the bathroom taking a quick shower and getting ready for bed. As you stepped out again, you sighed.

Larissa had put her pillow and blanket onto the floor. With a swift motion you took it both and placed it on the bed again.

"Larissa, I will have none of that. Stop this childish behaviour and come to bed." You stared at her while crawling under your own blanket. Defeated she joined you.

It was hard to concentrate on the book you were reading. The bed wasn't big and the space between you was nearly non-existent. You felt the warmth of her body radiate towards you at all times.

As you stretched your leg it touched Larissa's. Startled you pulled it away, using the book to cover your face. Larissa sighed next to you.

"I make you nervous. I understand it, I'm still your boss. I'll leave." Hastily you threw the book to the side and grabbed her wrist, right before she got out of bed. Surprised by your action she stumbled back, falling onto the bed right next to you. Sudden confidence shot through you, causing you to climb on top of her. Sitting on her waist, you looked down at her confused face.

"Yes, you make me nervous. But a very different kind of nervous, then you think." Your hand slowly stroked over her collarbone, and you leaned down, placing a light kiss on her lips. Larissa didn't respond, absolutely stunned by what was happening. Panic rose in you, why didn't she kiss back?

You stopped the kiss, fast to climb off of her. At a loss for words, you just stared at her for a moment.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. You didn't want that." With that you crawled under your blanket, as far away from Larissa as possible and turned off the light. Back facing towards her.

Larissa needed a moment to understand what had just happened, and as she realised that she probably hurt you, she pulled herself together and slid over to you. Gently she laid her arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

"I did want it, love. I was just a little overwhelmed, sorry." She nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck, talking right into your ear. Her hand carefully stroked over your stomach. You turned your head a little, face close to hers, lips almost touching. Your eyes flickered down to her lips, and that was all she needed to see. Hungrily she crashed her lips onto yours. You had turned around completely now, laying on your back, and Larissa leaned over you.

"How would you like me fucking you? Right now, right here." You whined as you felt her squeezing one of your breasts. Eagerly you nodded, not able to get any words out, due to the wandering hand on your lower stomach. Larissa chuckled, she loved the way you were so desperate for her touch.

Her hand lifted the hem of your shirt and touched your bare skin. In a swift motion she got rid of the shirt. Gently she stroked over your breast, before replacing her hand with her mouth. She licked over your hardened nipple, eliciting a moan from you. It didn't take long, until you were freed from all your clothes. Larissa made sure to stop once in a while and worship every little part of your body through kisses.

Spreading your legs, she grinned as she saw how wet you already were. The juice was practically dripping, and running down your thighs.

"Oh honey, this all for me?" You nodded, way too fast, earning a chuckle from her.

"Yes, all for you. Please, Mommy, touch me-" You stopped, looking at Larissa as to see her reaction to the new name. Without a warning she pushed two fingers inside of you, while looking you straight in the eyes. Causing you to scream out.

"Say that again." She had a stern look on her face, but you could see the arousal in her eyes.

"Mommy, fuck me." And she did, thrusting her fingers into you, increasing in speed. She placed kisses all over your thigh, before working on your clit. Her tongue ran through the wet folds, tasting your sweet juice. A deep moan escaped Larissa at the sensation. Eager to eat you out herself, she started licking over you sensitive bud.

"Oh, please. That feels- amazing." You praised Larissa's work, trying to mumble words through your moans. You could see she liked it, her cheeks reddening.

When she could feel that your orgasm was approaching, she sucked on your bundle of nerves, making you practically scream out.

"Mommy, please. Let me cum, oh god." Your walls clenched around her fingers and with one last thrust you came all over her finger. She gently pulled them out and licked them dry, the view making you nearly moan again.

Larissa came back up, laying down next to you. Passionately she kissed you, you could taste yourself on her tongue. She put a hand on top one of your breasts, gently cupping it.

"You were such a good girl for Mommy, weren't you?" She winked at you, laughing at your blushing, stuttering mess. She pulled you closer to her and with her hand still on top of your breast, stroking your nipple, you fell asleep.

love ur writing! was wondering if you could do one where brienne gets jealous? idk feel free to do whatever you want with it !

Mine

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 702

Warning: NSFW, 18+, jealousy, eating out, overstimulation

A/n: I made Brienne a little more dominant here, a little different from my usual stories of her. Hope you like it!<3

The evening had been wonderful, you had fun and loved spending time with Brienne. It was hard getting her to open up, but it felt like you were making progress.

It had been warm inside the tavern, so you were desperate for some fresh air and Brienne accompanied you. Together you walked along the river, where it was quiet and no one would interrupt you.

You had your arms intertwined with one another, and you side was pressed to hers. She was unusually quiet, but you ignored that.

"I had such a fun evening!" You beamed at Brienne, but she looked straight ahead.

"I could see that." Her voice was colder, more distant.

"I would have really loved to dance with you, but I respect your wish not to." Brienne shook you off her arm, physically distancing herself from you.

"Well, it seemed the young man you danced with was a perfect fit." Her voice sounded hurt, was she jealous? You stopped walking and looked at her, surprised of her behaviour.

"Brienne, are you jealous?" She stopped and slowly turned to look at you. She opened her mouth, just to close it again.

"It's alright, love. It's cute. But I want you to know that there is no reason to be jealous. The man I danced with was funny, but that's all. It was one dance, I'll probably never think about him again. I don't even know his name. I just have eyes for you." She slightly smiled at that.

"I know, still I don't like people touching what's mine." She got bolder and bolder with every day the two of you were together. At the beginning she was so very shy, always blushing at anything you did or said. With time, she learned to be a little more open, more dominant and sometimes even take the lead. You felt it came with trust, the more she trusted you, the more she opened up.

Playfully anger and lust flickered through her eyes. Roughly she picked you up and carried you back home. Her eyes never leaving your body, wandering over it, to your lips your eyes and back to your breasts. The moment the door of your room closed behind her, she hungrily kissed you dropping you onto the bed.

Her hands, undressed you with ease. She licked her lips, ready to make you moan out her name. Slowly she started kissing down your chest.

"This," she stopped to kiss you left nipple, "and this," she kissed your right nipple, "is all mine. You understand that?" She looked up at you, waiting for an answer.

"Yes, Brienne. I'm yours." She grinned at that, moving down to your stomach and then even further down. Spreading your lips a bit she placed herself between them. With her fingers she ran through your folds, collecting all of your juices. Gently she started rubbing your clit making you moan out at first contact. She placed her other hand on top your lower stomach, as to hold you in place. Desperate for release, which you knew would come fast, you started moving your hips against her fingers.

"Brienne, my love. Please, I need more." You panted between strangled breaths. Her fingers started to move faster, circling your throbbing centre, eager to make you scream. You were close, very close. Brienne knew that, she heard it in your moans.

"Please, I'm coming-" screaming her name and holding onto her hand, you stumbled over the edge. Gasping for air, you tried to come down from your high, as you felt Brienne's soft lips touch your clit.

"Brienne, oh- I can't..." she didn't stop, licking over your bundle of nerves.

"Yes, you can." She squeezed your hand, and moved her tongue faster, starting to suck as well. It was getting too much, you felt the next orgasm roll over you. Your legs started to tremble, and your moans came out strangled.

"Ah, Bri- please- ohh." Gently she licked you clean and crawled up to you. Giving you a light kiss on the forehead, she smirked at you.

"Learned your lesson?" You couldn't say anything, so you just nodded at her. Pulling her closer, you nuzzled into her side, calming down.