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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.

Heyyyy, you said you're a sucker for Larissa as a mother so I thought of another one.

Again Larissa Weems x Daugter! Reader

There's a competition in Nevermore and Reader is one of the participants. While Reader's competing Larissa tries her best to stay professional and not cheer much 'cause she's afraid that people will call her biased or blame her of having favorites. But well, you can't really stop a mom right? so when Reader finally won she screamed and showered her with love.

Poe Cup

Pairing: Larissa Weems x daughter!reader

Word Count: 295

Warning: none

A/n: short but filled with fluff and love! Hope you like it!!<3

You loved the Poe Cup, it was so fun. And now, having Wednesday on the team, Ophelia Hall finally had a chance to win.

Everything had gone quiet good so far, you just had to pass one more team, and then you had won. From afar, you could see your mother's excited face, she was trying really hard not to cheer and scream for you.

She was still the Principle and couldn't favour one child over the others, even if it was her own child. She wanted to stay fair. But as your team approached, and it was clear that you had won, she couldn't contain a slight cheer.

Out of the boat, you practically ran to your mother, hugging her. Enid followed and shared the hug, to your mother's surprise. Wednesday, maintained an arm length distance, of course.

Your mother would have loved to pick you up and swing you around, put you weren't five anymore. So she settled on a tight hug.

"Love, I'm so proud of you! That was amazing." She showered you with kisses all over your hair and face, and thanked the gods for not having a daughter that's embarrassed of her mother. Because quite frankly, what she did right now was a little embarrassing. Even she felt that, but she couldn't help herself.

As she gave you and Enid the trophy, she grabbed your face and kissed you ob the cheek, right in front of all the students. And to her surprise they all cheered, she didn't know how much they loved your relationship. She meant the world to most students, and they were just happy to have their Principle happy.

You pulled her into a hug, throwing your arms around her. "I love you, mum." Her heart melted, thankful to have you in her life.

hello my favourite fanfiction writer,

i would like to request a larissa x reader, where they are cuddling in bed and are reading a book together (just choose your favourite one, it's up to you) and larissa decides to just read it aloud bc she knows what her voice is doing to reader.

thank you <3

Ride or Die

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1140

Warning: none?

A/n: Thank you!!😭 I loved this so much, hope you do too! I used Wuthering heights for this. This is a mix of fluff/hurt/comfort/angst. Hope this what you wanted! Ly<3

You loved those moments, the most intimate and yet not sexual at all. The way your body felt on her arms and her warmth so close to you. These were the moments of pure trust and love.

Larissa was reading a book, holding you close to her. You had no idea what book she was reading, but that didn't matter to you, you just wanted to hear her voice.

"Read out loud?" Larissa stopped reading and gazed down at you, smiling lovingly. Gently she stroked your arm and placed a kiss on your hair.

"But I'm in the middle of it, you'll understand nothing." You looked at her with so much love in your eyes, smiling adorably.

"I don't care, you know how much I love your voice." It was odd to Larissa, still. How much you loved her, all her life people had made her think she was unlovable. And here you were, loving every little bit of her. Even something so small as her voice, you loved her height, the way her hips looked, the colour of her eyes, her fingers and the way her hair fell over her shoulder, if let loose. She often wondered what she had done to deserve that, how you could be real. With a shaky smile, and blushy cheeks she nodded at you. Turning back to her book, she started to read.

"Summer drew to an end, and early Autumn-it was past Michaelmas, but the harvest was late that year, and a few of our fields were still uncleared."

Larissa's voice was the only noise in the quiet bedroom, making your body fill with warmth. She didn't speak very loud, but her mouth was close to your ear, so you heard her clearly. The feeling of her breath and the words on your skin, made you shiver. Nuzzling deeper into her embrace, you carefully listened to her.

"Mr Linton and his daughter would frequently walk out among the reapers: at the carrying of the last sheaves, they stayed till dusk, and the evening happening to be chill and damp, my master caught a bad cold, that settling obstinately on his lungs, confined him indoors throughout the whole of the winter, nearly without intermission."

Never in your life had you felt so safe, her voice had this magic ability to calm you completely and immediately. Often when your anxiety and panic overwhelmed you, all you needed was her voice. It didn't matter what she said, she could read the operation manual of a vacuum cleaner, and it would help. It brought you this feeling of utter peace.

"Poor Cathy, frightened from her little romance, had been considerably sadder and duller since its abandonment: and her father insisted on her reading less, and taking more exercise. She had his companionship no longer; I esteemed it a duty to supply its lack, as much as possible, with mine; an inefficient substitute, for I could only spare two or three hours, from my numerous diurnal occupations, to follow her footsteps, and then, my society was obviously less desirable than his."

Suddenly you felt like all the love you had in you for her would make you explode. You had the urge to tell her, tell her what she meant to you, tell her how much you loved her and that you wanted to grow old with her and never have her leave your side. But you had never said that, she had neither. You had told her that you loved various parts of her, and she probably knew that you loved her. Just as you knew she loved you, still it was unspoken. Wanting to keep this deep and serious confession for a perfect moment, and this was that moment. It couldn't be better.

"On an afternoon in October, or the beginning of November, a fresh watery afternoon, when the turf and paths were rustling with moist, withered leaves, and the cold, blues sky was half hidden by clouds, dark grey strea-"

"Larissa," she stopped, looking down at you. Seeing the uncertainty and nervousness in your eyes, she immediately placed the book on her night stand and sat up straighter. Yet, never taking her arm away from around you, "I- I love you." Larissa froze, sure she knew you loved her. But saying it aloud was like a real commitment. It was a promise, not to be broken.

She took you by the arms and placed you in front of her. With her hands she cupped your face, and you saw her eyes glistening with freshly forming tears. She brushed a strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear, and slowly she leaned in. This kiss was entirely different to any kiss you had shared before. It was like a seal to the promise you had just made. A promise to protect her heart at any cost. And as much as you wanted the kiss to go on forever, you needed to tell her. You needed her to know.

"Larissa, I want to say something." You mumbled between kisses. Larissa immediately pulled away, looking at you concerned. Scared that you'll take it back, her insecurities getting the best of her.

"I love you, Larissa. But I feel like those words don't suffice to say what I feel for you. I don't want you away from me, and I don't mind, if I never love anyone else again, I'm done. You're my ride or die. The love of my life. And I'll protect you, I'll protect your heart at whatever cost." The tears she had tried very hard to keep inside spilled now. Slowly running down her cheek, she didn't know what to say. She sat in front of you, frozen, eyes filled with shock.

Never had she imagined anyone could think like this about her. Your ride or die? How could she be someone's ride or die?

"I-, you-," Larissa's usual eloquence seemed to fail her, "your ride or die?" She chocked out, between sobs.

"My ride or die." You said, pulling her into a hug. You knew her past, the way she had been made fun of all her life. You understood how hard it was for her to grasp your words. Comforting her, stroking her back and playing with her hair you let her sob into your shoulder and whispered reassuring words to her. Telling her how much you loved her over and over.

After she had calmed down, you pulled her into your arms, nuzzling back into the pillow. Picking up the book, from her night stand you started to read.

"dark grey streamers, rapidly mounting from the west, and boding abundant rain; I requested my young lady to forego her ramble because I was certain of showers. She refused; and I unwillingly donned a cloak, and took my umbrella..."

can you do a sub larissa x fem reader where reader fucks rissa from behind.

PLEASE AND THANK YOU IF YOU DO ❤️

Beg

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1511

Warning: NSFW, 18+, strap-on, eating out, nipple play, praise kink, degradation kink, cunnilingus, masturbation, sub!Larissa

A/n: hope you like it!!

It had been a long day, and you just wanted to spend the evening with Larissa. You didn't really care what you did, just spending time with her was enough for you. So after having finished work, you made your way to Larissa's office. You knew she'd still be there, probably working as well.

You knocked but didn't get a response, right before knocking again you heard a noise from the door to your right. Larissa's private rooms. You gently opened the door, and looked through the room. She wasn't there. Stepping in and closing the door behind you, you made your way over to her bedroom door. The noise got louder.

Standing in front of the door, pressing your ear against it, you realised the sounds were moans. Larissa's moans. Careful not to make any noise you opened the door and peeked through the gap. The view was heavenly, Larissa laying on the bed, legs spread open, her fingers touching her centre. Her eyes were shut, pleasure gracing her beautiful face. Light moans escaped her, while she thrust two fingers inside her and kneaded her breast with her other hand.

"Oh- (Y/n), please..." you felt heat rush through you and the forming pool between your legs made it hard to keep observing without interfering. As much as you loved the sight in front of you, she had broken a rule. You waited a few more moments and as you saw her legs twitch, knowing she was close, you opened the door completely and stepped in.

"Enjoying yourself, slut?" Startled she stopped, whining at the loss of touch so close to the orgasm.

Her cheeks were flushed red, and her eyes filled with lust and love for you. It was a beautiful sight, and you were easily reminded of how much you loved her. Taking off your shoes, you approached her and crawled onto the bed, between her legs and up to her face. Hungrily you kissed her, leaving her breathless afterwards.

"You're so incredibly beautiful, Larissa." She blushed even more, kissing you again. She enjoyed the moments of intimate, loving peace. She knew you'd punish her, for what she had done. But she didn't complain, she loved you dominating her.

Pulling away, you looked at her. Hunger and lust having overthrown the adoration in your eyes.

"You broke a rule, love. I'll need to show you your place, don't you think so?" Eagerly Larissa nodded, ready for you fucking her senseless. You chuckled at her desperate from underneath you.

Sitting up straight you started unbuttoning your shirt and took it off. Larissa reached towards you, wanting to help, but you shoved her hand away.

"No touching, I don't think you deserve that." Defeated she pulled the hand back, watching you lose clothing after clothing.

"You look amazing." Larissa whispered, in awe of you. You chuckled, offering her a smile.

"Why, thank you. But flattery will get you nowhere." It was very convenient, that Larissa was already naked. It sped up the process immensely.

You leaned down, and started to kiss around her nipple, never really touching it. You saw that Larissa wanted you to suck at them, but you wouldn't grant her that wish. Not yet, at least. You wanted to torture her a bit. You licked over each nipple, just once, eliciting a desperate moan and then a frustrated sigh as you pulled back. Grinning mischievously you winked at her and started attacking her neck, planting kisses all over it. Lightly sucking at her pulse point, earning a groan from the older woman. Your hand roamed all over her body, touching every inch of her. Stroking over her stomach, over her hips, down to her tights. But you never touched, where she needed you most.

"Please, (Y/n)-" you cocked your head, looking at her innocently.

"Please what? I need you to speak with me." She was desperate for her touch, she hated to beg, but she was desperate enough to still do it.

"Touch me, (Y/n). Please, fuck me." Content with that, you smirked at her and moved down a little, placing yourself right between her legs. You licked though her wet folds, tasting her sweet juice. Larissa wouldn't need long, you knew that. She had already been close, when you interrupted. You felt her legs twitch as your mouth made contact with her throbbing clit.

"Oh- (Y/n)" She moaned out, between ragged breaths. You used one of your hands to hold her legs open, and the other one wandered up, to finials touch her nipple. You rolled it with your fingers and pinched it a little, making her scream out at the sensation of pain and pleasure together. You sucked at her clit, while licking frantically over it with the tip of your tongue. The sounds that escaped her nearly made you week as well. You felt yourself moan against her heat. It only took a few more licks and Larissa came, legs twitching and gasping for air, while breathing your name out like a prayer.

You didn't give her much time to come down from her high, as you used your fingers to rub her clit, while moving up and sucking at her nipple. Her breath hitched, and her hand grasped the sheet with so much strength, that her knuckles turned white.

"(Y/n), it's too much. I-" you didn't stop, ignoring her words, and soon you felt her tremble, nearing her second orgasm. Your fingers increased in speed, and you lightly chocked her with the other hand, that threw her over the edge. Her voice deeper than usual, she moaned out your name. You slowly down your movements, and kissed each of her nipples before sitting up.

"I'm not finished with you yet. Turn around, I want you on all fours." You looked down at her, trying to catch a breath. Still, she obeyed and did what you said. You stood up and walk over to the drawer, grabbing your strap-on.

"Such an obedient slut." You fasten the leather around you and make sure the strap sits right. After that you crawled back into the bed, kneeling behind Larissa, you take a moment to trace her spine with your finger, making her shiver under you. You lean forward, mouth next to her ear.

"You're going to be a good little girl for me, and take what I give you. OK?" She nods, and you raised up behind her again. With one hand you squeeze her ass a little and lightly slap it, making her moan out. At that reaction you do it again, again making her moan. You slip a hand on her lower back, as to hold her in place and slap her as again. You do that a few more times, until her ass starts to look slightly red. Looking at her thighs, you see her juice running down her leg. You pick it up and smooth it over the strap between your legs.

"So desperate for me, aren't you. Such a little needy brat." She whines at your words, nearly screaming out as you trust into her without warning. You push the gull length inside her and take it out again, torturously slow, making her whimper. With the tip of the strap you tease her entrance.

"Beg for it." You run the strap through her folds, squeezing her ass.

"Fuck me, (Y/n). Please, I need you, inside of me." With that you thrust into her again, making her yelp. This time you thrust in and out a little faster, but still maddeningly slow. You lean forward, nearly laying on top of her and reach around her body with both hands, grabbing her breasts. You cup them and hold yourself steady while increasing the pace with which you fuck her. She throws her head back, allowing you to see her eyes shut, and her mouth hung open in pleasure.

"Ah- God, please let me cum." She waited for permission, she held her orgasm back, just for you. The thought of that, made your core throb and pleasure roll over you.

"Not yet, ohh, wait for me." You felt yourself fast nearing the edge. You increased the pace even more, making your skin clap against Larissa's. She reached forward, trying to hold herself steady at the headboard of the bed. The view in front of you was unbelievably erotic, better than you could have ever imagined.

"Oh, I'm close. Come with me Larissa." With a last hard thrust you both came, moaning each other's name. Absolutely overwhelmed by your orgasm, you caved in on top of Larissa, trying to catch a breath.

Slowly you pulled the strap out, making Larissa whine under you. She was absolutely overstimulated and sensitive. You unclasped the strap and threw it to the side. Larissa had laid down on her back, breathing heavily. You moved down, to lick her thighs and centre clean, making her twitch under your touch. You kissed her passionately, having her taste herself on your tongue, before you stood up to grab things to clean her up.

Could you do a professor!Larissa weems x student!reader college au where the reader studies English lit at a top university and is a really good student but got disowned by their already not well off family for being queer so due to a lack of stable income and now housing the reader has turned to striping to try to make ends meet. Their teacher Larissa finds them stripping at a club she frequents and pays for a private dance. The reader doesn't realise Larissa is the one who the dance is for and gets really embarrassed and shy because they have feelings for her and they quickly find out the feelings are mutual as Larissa asks why they are stripping and tells them that if she quits strippings she'll take them to her house and fuck them senseless, while paying for their living/tuition essentially becoming her sugar mommy?

Professor Weems

Pairing: professor!Larissa Weems x student!Reader (over 18 ofc.!!)

Word Count: 1253

Warning: strip club, slight NSFW, mention of smut, sugar mommy

A/n: AU!, hope you like this!!! Coukd do a part 2, with smut if you want! <3 @a-random-dead-thing-in-a-grave

You could've described your life as perfect, you had everything you wanted and needed, you were happy and privileged. Until you weren't.

You studied English literature in Oxford, your parents, and you never had the best relationship, but they always supported you financially, and you still lived at home. Having set boundaries and a few rules, living together was actually not too bad.

You loved going to University, especially because you had this amazing Prof. Prof. Weems was her name, she was incredibly intelligent and really fun at the same time. On top of that, she was stunning, making you crush on her fast. You never thought, you'd have a chance with her and were happy admiring from a far. But with time you felt, that it would probably still be appropriate to tell your parents about your sexuality. Quite frankly, you were sick of them asking if you had found a boyfriend already.

After that, it all went downhill. You had never known your parents to be homophobic, but apparently they were. Kicking you out immediately and refusing to pay any further for University. Apart from the fact that you needed to pay a flat now, University of Oxford is damn expensive. So just like that, you weren't privileged at all anymore.

Desperate to make ends meet and pay for your living, you started stripping at this little club close to your flat. You always feared someone you knew would come in, as you couldn't afford to work outside of Oxford.

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It had been a busy evening, the club was packed, and you made quite a lot of money. You hated so many people at ones, but the money was the important thing.

Larissa had come in quite late, the club had ready emptied a little. Walking in and approaching the bar, first thing she saw was you. She immediately recognised you, being one of her best students.

She was surprised to see you here, never had she felt you were in need for this, or that you were up for something like this. Her interest was aroused, so she asked the girl at the bar, if she could book a private dance with you. She hummed as a response and told Larissa to go wait in a separate room after she had paid.

Larissa didn't even bother to take of any clothes, that's not what she wanted out of this. She sat down on a chair, waiting for you to come in.

You were used to doing private dances, just not so late in the evening. Usually no one booked you so close before closing time. But you didn't complain, money was money.

Checking if your outfit sat right, you opened the door. Looking down, you seductively entered. As you looked up, your cheeks immediately reddened, and you covered your face with your hands.

"Prof. Weems, I didn't expect you here." You felt her stand up and approach you. To your surprise she took off her jacket and placed it around you, guiding you over to the bed.

"I could say the same." You knew she sat down next to you, because you felt the mattress dip down. You still couldn't look at her, too embarrassed.

"(Y/n), please look at me." Hesitantly you looked up, seeing nothing but concern and care in her eyes. The judgement you had expected, nowhere to be seen.

"How come you do this?" She gently rubbed your back, making you feel absolutely safe and showing you that you could trust her. It was a pleasant feeling, thinking back at your life, you weren't sure you had felt like this before.

"I-, My parents kicked me out and stopped paying for University, so I need the money. University is fucking expensive." You chuckled through tears, attempting to lighten the mood. Larissa offered you a reassuring smile.

"Can I ask why they kicked you out?" You stiffened, did you really want to tell her? You had only ever told your parents, and that ended well. Afraid of another rejection, another heartbreak. But she seemed accepting, calming, even comforting.

"I'm gay." You whispered, nearly inaudible. Larissa's eyes widened, and at the sight of your tears she pulled you into a hug. Gently stroking over your hair, holding you close. Careful not to touch any bare skin, which you had a lot of at the moment.

"Oh love, I'm sorry that they weren't accepting." You looked up at her, the fear still in your eyes. Larissa immediately understood what you asked. Being reminded of having the same look in her eyes. She slightly laughed, a sound of the heavens escaping her lips.

"Oh no, don't be scared. I'm also gay." Your eyes widened, fast to hide your face in her shoulder. Not wanting her to see your reddened cheeks. Still Larissa knew, you were flustered, and it made her laugh. She thought you were incredibly cute.

Gently she pushed you away, forcing you to look at her. She brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

"Let me pay for you. I'll pay your tuition and rent. But, you have to stop stripping." Shock rushed over your face, why would she do that?

"No, I can't ask that of you. Absolutely not."

"You're not asking, I'm offering. Willingly." You shook your head at her.

"What do you get out of that?" Larissa smirked, thinking of all the things she could do with you. She leaned forward, mouth next to your ear. Voice deep, not more than a whispered, she answered.

"I'll take you to my house and fuck you senseless, how does that sound? Apart from that, you could keep me some company." You felt yourself shiver, goosebumps gracing your skin. Never would you have thought, she could like you in any way, whatsoever.

"Well," You pushed her back, looking in her eyes, "you don't have to pay me, for me to spend time with you. I'll gladly to that anyway." Larissa smirked knowingly.

"Why, even better. Still I'd like to pay for you. I don't like the idea of you in this establishment." You knew, arguing would get you nowhere. Would it be so bad to accept her offer?

Slowly you leaned forward, cupping her cheek. Looking into her eye for permission, you softly kiss her. "Everyone is going to say your my Sugar Mommy." Larissa smirked against your lips, leaning her forehead against yours.

"Would that be so bad?" You rolled your eyes at her, not able to hide the blush on your face. Slightly you shook your head.

"I suppose not." Her hand slipped to the back of your head, pushing you closer again, your lips meeting hers.

"Grab your things, I'll take you home." She waited for you, still sitting on the bed. You grabbed your bag, deciding not to put on your clothes. Instead, staying in the revealing outfit and her jacket. Entering the room again, you felt her eyes all over you. She smirked mischievously.

"What do you think you're doing?" You approached her. Standing between her legs, you let her wrap an arm around your waist. Her head rested on your chest and without warning you felt light kisses all over your chest, between your breast and on the fabric of your bra. You grabbed her hair, pushing her closer to you. A light whimper escaped you, as you tried to direct her to your nipple.

"I'll destroy you later." She said, smirking against your skin, earning a moan from you.

helloooo

could i request a student larissa x student reader, where reader enjoys smoking weed occasionally, and larissa doesn't mind, but doesn't participate. but one day larissa is especially stressed so she asks reader if they could smoke together, reader is stunned but also likes the idea of finally smoking with larissa. it is her first time so reader teases her about her changing into a bad girl.

if you don't want to write this, that's totally fine!

Bad Girl

Pairing: student!Larissa Weems x student!Reader

Word Count: 327

Warning: Weed

A/n: quite short, but super cute and fun!! Love it, hope you do too anon <3

"Give me some." You jumped slight, startled at the sudden sound of Larissa's voice.

It was already dark, and you stood on the balcony of your room, smoking. Larissa always knew where to find you, and she also knew that you occasionally smoked weed. She didn't care, it was your choice. But she never did it, always just observing you.

So her request did surprise you a bit. But who were you to deny such a pretty girl her wish.

You grabbed a joint from the pocket of your jacket and gave it to her, putting it in her mouth she leaned over to you. Expecting you to light it, with a swift motion you took out your lighter and helped her out.

"So, change of mind or?" You smirked at her, raising an eyebrow expectantly. She huffed at you, blowing some smoke into your face.

"No, but I had a horrible day. Wherever I went I saw Morticia and Gomez, everywhere. And above that Mrs. Bailey had the worst mood. She gave us tons of assignments, and she gave me a D for my presentation." Larissa told you about her day some more, honestly if you wouldn't already smoke, a day like that would indeed be a reasonable starting point.

You pulled her into your side, gently hugging her and giving her some comfort. But fast you remembered how much you hated physical touch and stepped away again. Side eyeing her you smirked, ready to tease her about this at least for the next few weeks.

"What?" She had noticed your mischievous grin, rolling her eyes at your childish behaviour.

"Turning into a bad girl, are you? The well-behaved Larissa Weems, teachers favourite. What would they say, if they saw you now?" Laughing, you poked her side. Making her roll her eyes again, yet she wasn't able to hide the forming grin on her face. She did have a soft spot for you.

"You're unbelievable, (Y/n)!"

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

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

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

Polaroid

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 709

Warning: NSFW, 18+, eating out, chocking

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I expect nothing less."

Is it ok if you do one where yn /Larissa's s/o / is always the brightest and happiest person,they may seem off sometimes but they shrug it off easily

But when left alone they're really depressed and has been thinking about doing it

So in her separate bedroom she was contemplating whether she should do it whilst on a chair with the gvn in her hand and she's like

Head down,gun in faced down,elbows on thighs sitting situation if yk what I mean

And Larissa walks in on her in that situation and panics and helps her and she says it's fine but doesn't open up at all, I'd like it to be angst with alotta fluff too please,

If you can't,totally understand but pls do tell me so that I could request another person and have a great day ❤️

Bottled up

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 766

Warning: mental health issues, suicide attempt

A/n: hope you like this, I'm so so sorry this took so long!! <3

You had been excellent at hiding emotions and how you really felt all your life. With a little practice, it wasn't that hard. Even though you were a grown up person now, you still did it. Not wanting to talk about, rather pushing it away.

But at some point you just can't push it away anymore. It gets too much, and that point was now. You sat on a chair in the guest room, gun in hand, elbows propped onto your knees.

In all honesty, you didn't want to die, you just wished to be happy. But after having tried to be happy for so long, without result, you were tired. Your life was tiring. The only thing keeping you going was Larissa, but for some time now, you felt as if not even she was enough.

You had been sitting there, in that position for at least half an hour now. Just staring at the gun, overthinking everything. How did they make this look so easy on TV? It certainly wasn't.

Just fucking do it, (Y/n). One pull, and it's over. You're free.

Still contemplating, you heard the wooden floor creak. Looking up, you were shocked to meet Larissa's eyes. Concern and panic was written all over her face. She fell to her knees, slowly crawling closer to you. Right in front of you, she stopped. Hands reaching out for you, but not really touching you. Afraid, of what you'll do. Pulling herself together she reaches forward and takes the gun from you, unloading it and throwing it far away. You don't even protest, mouth shut, staring at her, you were still trying to understand what was happening.

"Love, what's wrong?" Larissa's voice was thin, trembling. She was afraid. You weren't sure, you had ever seen her like this before. Scared.

Finally, having found your voice again, you cleared your throat and sat up straight.

"It's fine, dove. I wasn't going to kill myself." You laughed, wanting you shrug the matter off. But Larissa knew you too well, she saw in your eyes that you were lying. A gasp, nearly sob escaped her.

"You did, you wanted to kill yourself." Her whole being trembled now, shaking her head in disbelief. She reached out, to touch your cheek, but you pulled back.

"That's ridiculous." You stood up, turning your back to Larissa. You knew, you'd cave in if she interrogated you further.

Feeling gentle, soft hands on your shoulder, you take a step closer to her. Your back was still turned towards her, but you easily leaned into her touch. She pulled you into a hug, holding you as a sob escaped you. A gut-wrenching sob. Never had you let this out, pushing it back felt much more convenient.

You grabbed her hands, holding onto them for dear life, as she held you and kissed your hair. Crying your heart out, you felt it was good to do that surely you weren't healed now, but it felt freeing.

For quite some time the two of you stood there, tangled up in one another. As your tears ebbed down, Larissa pulled you over to the bed and sat you down across from her. Looking at her, you saw puffy eyes, her cheeks wet from tears. She had cried as well. Silent though, careful to not upset you more.

"Love, please talk to me. You always seemed so happy?" You chuckled sadly, looking down. You couldn't look at her, it'd break you.

"I- I guess I'm good at hiding emotions." Your voice was hoarse, from all the crying.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you felt like you couldn't talk to me, if any of this is my fault-" her voice broke, a new tear falling down her cheek. Hastily your head shot up, and you brushed her tears away.

"No, stop that. You, Larissa, were the only thing keeping me alive. If it hadn't been for you, I would be long gone." Larissa's breath hitched, slightly smiling at you. She felt extremely guilty, for not having noticed how you felt.

"I'm glad, you're not gone. Talk to me?" You lightly shook your head, Larissa already opened her mouth to convince you otherwise.

"I will talk to you, but not now. Maybe after a cuddle and a nap, I need to swallow all this first." She nodded, pulling you down to lay beside her. Holding you close to her, her scent and the warmth of her body calmed you. Never would you want to lose this, this feeling of being in her arms. This feeling of heaven on earth.

Larissa Weems

My Cure ♡♧

No Dating-Rule ♡♧

New Year ♡♧

Headcanons pregnant Reader♡

Nervous Mess ♡

Promise me ◇

Dance Floor (☆)

Vanilla Latte ♡

Insecurities ♡☆

Good girl ☆

Darling? ♡♧

Stubbornness ◇♧♡

Raccoon ♡

You're safe now ♧♡

Airhead / Rusty (xdaughter) ♡

I'll take care of you ♡

Punishment ☆

Snow Storm

College Sweetheart ♡

My beautiful Angel ♡☆

Old habits die hard ♧

What'd you take? ♧

You're not a burden (xdaughter) ♡

I'm leaving ♧◇

Gym Clothes ♡

Crush ♡

You are worth it ◇♡

Domestic Fluff Headcanons ♡

Numbness ♧

Little Brat ☆

One Bed ☆

Poe Cup ♡

Ride or Die ♡

Beg ☆

Professor Weems (☆)

Bad Girl ♡

Polaroid

Bottled up ◇♧

She's not there ♧♡

Gwendoline Christie

Larissa Weems

Lucifer

Brienne of Tarth

Y/N: *running over to Larissa* Rissa! Rissa!

Larissa: What is it?

Y/N: *pulling up their pant leg* ducky socks!

Larissa: ...you interrupted me filling out paperwork for socks?

Y/N: No, they're *ducky* socks. Get it right.

*A demon materializes next to Larissa*

Larissa: Oh my god!

Demon: Hey, you're out of toilet paper.

Larissa: Y/N… Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?

Y/N: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned.

Larissa: …

Larissa: I wrote sanitize.

I think i’m gonna write a fanfic about Larissa Weems because she’s so hot and why not.(Like godamn did you saw Gwendoline Christie waka waka hehehehehe she’s so tall and pretty and hot as helllll with all my respect)

Did i have mention that i’ve got issues.

To sum up: You have known Larissa Weems since she was 16 years old and here you are again 20 years later in her office discussing the possibility of becoming a professor at Nevermore. revelations and possibly smuty things and cute kisses 

News about Larissa Weems x reader, i finish the 1st part.

aproximatly the length of the first par is 400 words i know that’s not a lot but you will have a lot of part like more than 20 one per day if i can, I’m reall sorry but i can’t write more than that.

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

When you first met Larissa Weems, it was during your first year in Nevermore. She was already her fourth year in Nevermore and was your guide to visit the school.

And here you are 20 years later face-to-face in his office for a teaching job at Nevermore, and you’re blushing and panicking trying to line up a sentence in front of your childhood crush.

But alas impossible for you you become a blushing and stuttering mess and inspiring, vowels almost every word to make her after all this time you didn’t think that it would upset you so much, But here’s Larissa Weems in all her glory making you stutter and have a nice gay panic.

Now she starts staring in your eyes if you don’t die under her gaze you were sure to survive everything, then she starts coughing.

-Mrs.l/n can we get back to our conversation.

-Mmhh, so yes… I.. I like to tell you I wanted to talk to you about this work. As a professor of macabre psychology at Nevermore.

-Yes, I see I read your e-mail, you would like to become a professor of macabre psychology, if that’s what you mean, I think I can follow up on your application.

Uhmm you started playing with your fingers looking at the ground

She’s coughing again.

-Follow me, you follow her as the little kink you are.

You find yourself facing the chimney she made you sign to sit on the black velvet armchair while she stood right behind you.

She leaned towards your ear and whispered

"My dear, we haven’t seen this for a long time.

As you felt his breath in your neck, you began to have the goose flesh, and you began to blush as hard as a tomato.

As soon as she noticed your blush she let out a little laugh.

"My dear, you always blush so much when I am around you, don’t you?"

She accentuated the pronunciation of the don't you

You couldn’t help but swallow the ball down your throat.

Let’s go back 20 years since you joined the academy 2 months ago and you already had a big crush on Larissa, who wouldn’t, she was perfect, she had everything to please big, smart, beautiful and good gods her accent was to die for.

Every time she called you a total panic, you couldn’t help but get lost in her eyes.

Y/n Hello Earth, Morticia interrupted you in full reflection on any defect that Larissa might have

"Hmm yes. you were saying something

-You can stop drooling for two seconds and talk to him.

-Hi honey, Larissa interrupted you.

"I’ll leave the two lovebirds" she said, leaving the table and heading for Gomez.

END of the part 1

I’m really sorry it’s not that long, but don’t forget that there will be another part.

Update

I plan to post tonight a chapter for fic with Larissa, and maybe create one with Tornhill you can ak if you want other fic. I’m gonna post at 7pm English time