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Once again I come to you with the most serious of questions and the most amazing fanfic prompts…

But have you heard the audio of Gwen going

“I like it when you talk like that…It makes me want to destroy you.”~

Because sweethearts, I melted✨

My Cure

Pairing: Larissa Weems x teacher!Reader

Word Count: 1440

Warning: hurt/comfort, none really

Prompt: "You're in love. There is no cure for that."

A/n: So in the past time I have written a lot of Brienne fanfics, but I also really wanted to try out Larissa. You can also request her if you want!

You had wanted to be alone. That's why you had sat down by the lake. On your own. But Larissa didn't seem to care about that. You had felt her even before she had sat down. With everyone else you would have sent them away, but with her, it was ok. You didn't mind as much.

"I have heard from some colleagues that you aren't feeling so well. You don't have to tell me anything, but I still wanted to check on you." She warmly smiled at you.

You hesitated for a second. You weren't sure if you really wanted to tell someone, mainly because you were scared of the answer. Scared of what could be wrong with you. Not having a diagnosis made it easier to ignore it, but you were sick of hurting. And Larissa warm and genuine smile made you feel so comfortable that you knew you could trust her. So you told her.

"It's- I don't know, I think I might be sick. I often feel very uncomfortable, like my whole body aches. It feels like my heart hurts, sometimes I think I might have a heart attack. But I don't always feel like this. Sometimes everything is fine, and I think it's gone, and then it's there again. No matter what I do, there seems to be no cure." A tear was falling down your cheek and Larissa pulled you into her side for a hug.

"Oh, Darling. I'm so sorry, but could it be that you always feel ok, when around a certain person. And the heartache starts as soon as you're alone again?" You pulled away to look at her.

You thought about that for a second. "Yes, I think you're right." At that Larissa chuckled and gave you a light kiss on the hair.

"Darling, you're in love. There is no cure for that." Your eyes widened at her statement. Could that be? You had never been in love, ever before. That would at least explain your obliviousness.

"I-... Are you sure?"

"Well, I'm not you and I don't exactly know what you feel. But it sounds a lot like it. Yes." You blushed and Larissa just couldn't hold the laugh. You looked too adorable.

"I assume you've never been in love, right?" You looked to the ground and slightly shook your head. You were embarrassed, there was no hiding that. You were 26 years old and had never been in love. You had always felt like something was wrong with you.

Larissa took your chin between her fingers and gently directed your face up, you were forced to look at her.

"There is nothing to be embarrassed about, love." The nickname made your eyes flutter and your cheeks probably grew even redder.

"Everyone evolves in their own timing. And it doesn't matter if you fall in love with 15 or with 26." You slowly nodded your head at that. Honestly this woman was an angel sent from heaven. You slightly opened your arms and looked at her with a questioning face.

"Of course you can have a hug." She laughed at you being so adorable and laid her head on top of yours. She was happy to have helped you, but still she felt a kind of sting in her heart, knowing that you were in love. Most definitely not with her.

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After your conversation with Larissa you laid awake for nearly the whole night. You were in love. With Larissa Weems. There was no mistaking that it had to be her. Knowing this it all made sense. How could you have been so blind and not realize that what you felt was love?

Every time you talked to her or even just saw her, all your problems felt unimportant. You just felt comfortable, warm and calm. Her nicknames for you always made your heart flutter and whenever she was towering over you, you felt like your knees would give in. For the longest time you thought that was respect, that you were even a little scared of her power.

You had never denied that she was a beautiful woman, sexy even. But was that really something appropriate thinking about your boss? Would she ever agree to date you, could she even like you?

You were sure she would reject you. But you had to try your luck. Is this heartache was just cured by her present, then it was worth a shot.

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You gently knocked at Larissa's office door. A soft Come in was heard from inside, so you opened the door and stepped in.

"Oh, (Y/n). How can I help you?" You approached her and sat down in front of the desk. You pulled the flowers from behind your back and held them in front of her.

"I have brought you flowers, I hope you like them." You didn't miss the blush that washed over her face. She gently smiled at you taking the flowers and standing up to put them in a vase.

"I wanted to thank you for our little talk. You were so very kind to me." She turned her head to smile at you.

"No problem, I'm always happy to help. Students as well as staff and colleagues." She filled the vase with water, and you decided this was the perfect moment to ask. If she looked at you, you probably wouldn't get a word out.

"I also wanted to ask you something. Would-... Wouldyougoonadatewithme?" You nearly stumbled over the words, because you wanted them out as fast as possible. Larissa stopped in her tracks and looked at the wall in front of her. Shit, you should have known this was a stupid idea. Who asks their boss out on a date?!

"I'm really happy that I was able to help you, but I don't think it is my task to help you get over whoever you are in love with. I'm very sorry that they aren't interested in you, but this is not the right way to work through heartbreak. I'd rather not be a distraction." While saying that she still looked at the wall in front of her. Not daring to turn around, she didn't want you to see the tears.

"If you could leave now. Thank you." You didn't leave. You stood up and approached her.

"I asked you to leave." Her voice broke away at the end and your heart broke with it. You took the vase out of her hand and placed it down. You closed the water tap and gently grabbed her wrist. You slowly guided her to her desk chair. She sat down, and you placed yourself between her and the desk. She looked at the floor, so you guided her face to look at you. But her eyes still avoided yours.

"Please, look at me." She got goosebumps at the gentleness in your voice. A silent tear fell down her cheek as she looked you in the eye. You softly washed it away and took her hands in yours.

"Larissa, dear, I would never use you as a distraction. Whoever did that to you, was an idiot." Larissa's mind directly wandered to Morticia and how she just wanted Larissa when she fought with Gomez.

"When you told me that I am in love, you assumed that my heartache leaves when I'm with a certain someone. That someone is you. When I'm with you I feel whole, like all is well, like no one can ever hurt me. I've never felt something like that ever before. You said there was no cure for my aching. But you are mistaken. You are my cure. You're my medicine. Larissa, I know this is so wrong because you're my boss, and you probably don't even reciprocate my feelings. But I've fallen in love with you. I am so deeply in love with you. I don't know how to make you believe me." Larissa's eyes closed, maybe out of shame for what she was about to ask. She felt so needy and pathetic.

"Kiss me." That was answer enough for you. So you did. And you hoped that your kiss was sincere enough for her to understand.

"I hope that was good enough. It was my first." Larissa's eyes opened in shock.

"I- You used your first kiss on me." You smiled at her and kissed her again.

"Of course, have you listened to one word I just said. I will hopefully spend all the kisses I have on you." Larissa grabbed your waist and pulled you between her legs into a deep hug. She embraced you completely.

"Thank you."

you asked for Larissa so here i am requesting a Larissa x pregnant reader😇

disgustingly sweet fluff, nothing else👀👀

Headcanons pregnant Reader

Pairing: Larissa Weems x pregnant!Reader

Word Count: 475

Warning: Labour?, disgustingly sweet fluff haha

A/n: I hope it's alright that I made headcanons for this, I thought it was a little easier than writing a real fic for this request <3

•When you found out that you were actually pregnant, Larissa cried. You had never seen her cry like this, she was full on sobbing. Out of pure luck

•All her life she had struggled with her partners to a point where she believed she would never find true love and have the family she had always wanted, so to now really have this life blew her mind.

•She would be quite insecure at the beginning, that she is too old to be a mother. You were quite a bit younger than her, and she didn't want to slow the family down.

•You made it very clear to her that there is no one, in the whole world, who you'd rather have a child with.

•She would spoil you. You crave something at two in the morning? Wait twenty minutes and you have it. She would drive to a gas station no matter what time it was and get it for you.

•She would always talk to the little one and tell them about her work and the wonderful family they would be born into.

•She loved cuddling you and kissing your belly.

•In the last trimester you always had back pain or neck pain, but she didn't hesitate to give you a massage. If needed every evening.

•You never knew she could draw until now. She made a beautiful piece for the nursery of you and her holding a baby in front of the school. It was beautiful and because your hormones were playing roulette you immediately started crying when you saw it.

•At the beginning she was absolutely overwhelmed by your outbursts. Sometimes you would just start crying out of the blue without any reasonable explanation. She didn't know what to do, and her absolute awkwardness was actually what made you laugh again.

•It was the sweetest thing seeing her rush to you and trying to tell you, it was no problem that you accidentally hung her night gown into your side of the closet. And it was also no problem that that meant Larissa had to search for it.

•But, lucky for you, Larissa was one of the most patient people you knew.

•But when you went to labour she was a MESS

•She felt so incredibly helpless because she just couldn't do anything to take the pain away from you

•She nearly had a panic attack as your water broke

•But like the sweet angel she is, she let you squish her hand, stroked the wet hair our of your face and brought you something to drink every time you screamed for it

•When she saw your little angel and held her in her arms, she could help herself but cry again

•All she ever wanted was here in this room, and she wouldn't let anyone take it away from her ever

hi!! You asked for requests so here I come 👀👀 How about a fluffy fic with Larissa x reader who is a short and shy professor?

Nervous Mess

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 831

Warning: none

A/n: Okay, so about this one. I do like it, that's not the problem but I am not quite sure if it's exactly what you wanted. It turned out rather flirty and less fluffy. Also I wasn't sure if Larissa and R should already be together or not. I decided for them not to be together pre fanfiction. If you want it different, that's no problem. Just send me a request and tell me so!! <3

You had always been very shy, an Introvert many would say. In addition to that you were very short and didn't take a lot for people to be taller than you. So next to Larissa, you literally looked like a garden gnome. Whenever she talked to you, you felt like your neck would snap, and she could so easily tower over you.

As imaginable being shy and short didn't mix very well with meeting someone who was very tall, smart and brisk and hot as hell. It just turned you into a nervous mess. Stumbling over your words even more than usual and making a fool out of yourself every time.

"(Y/n), could we talk for a second?" You nodded and turned to look at Larissa. Again she was towering over you, looking amazing and making you blush like an idiot.

"Could it be that you have a problem of sorts with me? It seems you don't talk very much around me, and you seem to always be quite nervous around me." Crap, your shyness had made the absolute wrong impression. You liked her, more than you probably should.

"I- No, I don't have a problem with you. I just… Yeah, you are the reason but..." she rolled her eyes, a little annoyed at your stammering.

"Oh, please. Get it over with. If you have a problem, that's okay. Maybe we can work it out." You shook your head at that and finally found your voice. Even if you could really look at her while speaking.

"No. I don't have a problem with you. I like you, a lot. Really, maybe even too much. It's just-... I've always been very shy, and obviously I'm quite short. But when you tower over me like, like you do right now and look so incredibly good while doing so. I just get flustered and nervous and I don't want to make a fool out of myself, but then I do just that." Larissa met out a deep laugh at that. Finally, you looked up to her, seeing relief but also mischief in her eyes.

"Do I make you nervous?" She was flirting, no doubt about that. And, it was working. She winked at you and ran a finger across your face, over your lips and just before turning around she breathed a quick kiss on your lips. Absolutely speechless you stood there for about another minute or two before you pulled yourself together and went on with your day.

From that on she took absolute advantage of the newly learned information. Your relationship was... Well, what was it? You weren't friends, but you also weren't a couple. She just flirted with you like crazy, kissed you all the time and was being the sweetest angel at the same time.

It wasn't uncommon for her to just come up from behind and hug you, laying her head on top of yours and gently placing a kiss on your hair.

On the other hand, it also happened often enough that she came up to you whenever you were close to a wall, gently pushed you against it and towered over you while steadying herself by leaning on the wall with one hand. With the other hand she took you face between her fingers to kiss you and let out a cheeky comment before leaving again. Of course making you putty in her hands and your knees wobbly.

The next time she did exactly that, you took all the courage you had in yourself (which wasn't a lot to be honest) and just asked her.

"Larissa, what are we?" She actually looked a little started at that, not having expected that you would ask something like that while she was trying to fluster you. Haha, ambushed out of the dark, you thought. Win for you.

She took a step back at that, her face kinder and all the flirtatious demeanour washed away for the moment.

"We can be whatever you want, darling." She was being sweet right now, why could she still make you knees pudding? With just one word.

"Well, I'd like us to be more. More than this. As much as I enjoy it, I want to go out on dates with you and I want to make you feel good and happy and pretty. I think I want to be your girlfriend?" Bold. You would have never thought that you would be the one to ask her something like that.

"If you'd like that, I can happily tell you that that's exactly what I would want too." Relief washed over your face. And just a second later you started grinning like an idiot.

But something must have been in your tea this morning to make you bolder. Because before you could rethink it you pulled her down into a kiss. And you saw her blushing. An actual blush grazed her cheeks. You really needed to do this more often. It just looked too pretty.

Hey, can you write a fanfiction about medicine overdose or something Like this and Larisa (partner) will find us?

Promise me

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 628

Warning: overdose, suicide attempt, depression, mental health problems, angst

A/n: This was a lot of Angst! I don't have any real experience with this matter, so I hope I got it right. Pls if you ever feel like this, search help!!

You had never been really healthy, you supposed the depression had been there since you were little. Because to be honest you couldn't remember not feeling like this.

As you met Larissa and fell in love it had gotten better and therapy had also helped. But for quite some time now you felt empty again. Therapy was just an obligatory thing that you did to please the rest. You didn't feel it helped anymore.

Larissa could feel that you were getting worse again, you knew that. But that just made you feel even worse. She did so much for you, she wanted to help you so bad, but you just felt like a burden. She would have a much easier life without you. Honestly you were just doing her a favour.

Maybe if you died, she could fall in love. With someone less broken, less tiring. She could be happy and carefree.

Those thoughts, those believes were exactly what had brought you here. In front of the bathroom mirror, looking at your own reflection in front of you, not really recognising yourself, pills in hand.

You didn't know how many you needed to actually die. You had never done this before, funny right? There's a first time for everything, and a last.

You had just taken the whole package, reckoning that would be enough.

Now, standing here you actually overthought what you were about to do. Because, let's be real; no one actually wants to die, do they?

They just can't take the pain, the numbness anymore. And they don't want to burden their loved ones. So, you took the pills, with Larissa in mind. You did this for her. You had taken pills all your life, so it wasn't hard. They went down like nothing.

Just after the pills were down someone opened the door. That someone was Larissa. She shouldn't be home yet, this is wrong. She shouldn't see you die.

"(Y/n), I-" her eyes flickered down to the empty package of pills and up to you. Panic filled her eyes. She stumbled forward grabbing your hands, checking if the pills might still be in there. They weren't.

"(Y/n), what have you done? Please don't tell me you took them? Please, no (Y/n). Don't do this to me." In seconds her voice changed from panic to sheer hysteria. You had never heard anything like it in her voice. She grabbed your face and forced you took look at her. What you saw shocked you. It was absolute panic and tears. A lot of them.

This was not what you had wanted, you wanted to make her happy. To release her from the burden that was you. You loved her and in that moment you decided that you would bite through and fight for her.

You fell down on your knees, crawling towards the toilet. Sticking your finger down your throat you threw up. So long that it felt like there couldn't even be any organs left inside of you.

You flushed the toilet and completely exhausted you caved in, held by strong arms. Though she was still crying her heart out, she held you and wiped sweaty strands of hair out of your face.

"Please, (Y/n). Never do that again, I could've lost you." Her voice came out thin, nearly unrecognisable from her usual strong voice.

"What ever is going on, we can get through it together. I promise, I'll always be by your side. Just promise me, to never try that again." You looked up at her, tired and exhausted, but you managed to nod.

"I promise." She let out a sob and pulled you even closer. You had no idea for how long you sat there on the floor just being held by her.

Can I request a drunk reader on New Year and getting all flirty and dancing around with Larissa <3

That’s me now

Dance Floor

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 706

Warning: alcohol

A/n: So I pushed this a little forward to not post this days after New Year, hope you like it!

It wasn't long until the clock would strike twelve o'clock and the year would be over. Honestly this had been the best year of your life. You had started to work your dream job, found your passion in helping the kids, found amazing friends and fell in love. That last bit did cause a few problems, as it was your boss, but you felt that she might like you too.

You had never talked about the matter, but there was some kind of unresolved tension between you. A good sort of tension. Larissa was flirting constantly, and you showered her with presents. You knew her favourite flowers and always brought her new ones. If you happened to go to Jericho, you always brought her coffee order. That was just the difference between you, she was flirty and open, you were shy and sweet.

But that was the rule for sober (Y/n). Drunken you was a whole different story. You could get unusually bold. Very bold.

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It was New Year's Eve and Larissa had organised a staff party for everyone who was still in Nevermore. Some of your colleague had gone home over the holiday, but most stayed. The evening had been an absolute delight. The food was amazing. Your friend and colleague Aden put on the music, and he hit exactly your taste in music. And the alcohol was exquisite, maybe you did have a little too much of that. But who cares? It's a party.

You were enjoying yourselves, dancing and laughing together. But as you spun, your eyes landed on Larissa. She stood at the side of the dance floor observing the rest. You knew she probably chose to not dance, but it stung your heart as it felt like she was being left out. That needed change, fast.

You boldly approached her and, taking her hand, pulled her with you onto the dance floor. That worked surprisingly easy, but that was probably just because she hadn't expected you to drag her. Normally she was much stronger than you.

"(Y/n), can I ask, what do you think you are doing?" She raised an eyebrow at you, standing in the middle of the floor, making no effort to dance.

"You looked so alone. You should be integrated! Also, I really want to dance with you." You smirked at her and laid your hand on her waist. For a second she stiffened but as you started moving to the music she slowly relaxed and even started moving too.

"Move your hips, come on. It'll look bomb." You gently forced her hips to swing some more with your hands. And to your surprise she obeyed. It did indeed look bomb.

Larissa pulled you closer, your bodies pressed against one another and leaned down a little. Her mouth right next to your ear, she whispered: "Do you like that, Darling. Seeing me swing my hips for you?" She put on a flirtatious, even seductive tone. It made your knees weak and for a moment you felt like you would cave in, but Larissa's arms held you. She let out a deep, breathy laugh at that. God, everything about her was just so hot.

You tuned around, leaning your back against her and pulling her hands up to your front. You perfectly bend into the curve of her body, pushing your ass into her, while still swaying your hips. You heard a low moan right next to your ear, that made you smirk. Her hands wandered up a little until they stopped right on top your breasts. Her hands were covered by the hem of your jacket, so she got even bolder and started kneading them lightly. You let your head fall onto her chest. This must be what heaven feels like, you thought.

You stayed like this, dancing together, fully intertwined with one another until you heard the others around you counting down from ten. The New Year's Countdown.

Larissa turned you to look at her and bend down to nibble on your ear.

"Would you like to be my New Year's kiss?" She pulled back a little as to see your face and right as the countdown went to zero you crashed your lips onto hers.

heyo!! if someone’s asking for larissa requests, im more than happy to deliver 😁 can i request one where reader works at weathervane and would constantly flirt with larissa? larissa, thinking it’s reader’s way of messing with her like most normies do, usually just tries to ignore it even though she does secretly find it amusing. then one day they meet when it’s reader’s they off and reader’s jogging and reader tells larissa that they actually do like her and would actually like to take her out. thank you.

Vanilla Latte

Pairing: Larissa Weems x normie!Reader

Word Count: 970

Warning: talking about previous bullying?

A/n: I really love the idea and writing this!! Hope I did it justice!

It hadn't been a very busy day when you had seen her for the first time. All day you had two customers, and slowly you were growing a little annoyed that you had to work. No one would have cared if you had just closed the café.

So as you heard the door open you were actually kind of happy, that you had something to do. And as your eyes fell onto the woman in front of you all was forgotten. That day was a success after all.

She was incredibly tall, elegant, had red lips and fitting red nails. Her eyes were a mesmerising side of icy blue and for a second you forgot how to talk. But it felt like someone distantly said something. And her lips had moved, you were sure of that.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"A vanilla latte with extra cream, please." She repeated her order and smiled politely. But the smile didn't reach her eyes.

"Can I get a name for that order?" You looked at her, pen in hand.

"Larissa" A beautiful name, you liked it.

You did try forming a smile, but it probably came our all wobbly and nervous. Of course Larissa had seen you stare, she just thought it was because she's an outcast, and you're a Normie. She was used to it.

"Just a second. You can sit down if you want." She nodded and left to sit down in one of the nearer booth.

As you had finished her order and looked up to call out her name, you had an idea. The earlier smile didn't reach her eyes, but maybe you could give her a smile that would.

With extra love, for the most lovely woman.

You called our her name and as she approached, you turned the cup around, so the writing would face her. Grabbing the coffee, Larissa read what you had written and smiled. That smile did reach her eyes, even though it fell as fast as it came. Still not too bad for the first try.

From that day on, you had taken on the challenge of making her smile. She came in every few days, without routine. But always ordering the same drink. With time, you started preparing it, the second she opened the door.

And you never stopped writing things on the cup or saying something nice when handing her the drink.

"Looking extra beautiful today, Larissa."

For my favourite customer.

And you were successful, every time. She smiled at everything you did, even though she didn't react in any other way. She didn't talk a lot with you, didn't flirt back, rarely said a nearly inaudible, thank you. You thought it was a bit odd but didn't stop, the pretty smile was worth it.

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Of course you were delighted as you saw Larissa across the street on your day off. You had decided to take a quick jog through Jericho as the weather was exceptionally wonderful for a November Day.

You looked left and right before crossing the street and coming to a halt next to Larissa.

"Hey, Larissa. Nice to see you." She looked at you and stopped walking. A shy smile formed on her lips.

"Oh, hello. Isn't that a little cold?" She gestured to your rather thin choice of clothing.

"No, I was jogging. So it's more than enough." She nodded understanding. Neither of you really knew what to say next and Larissa just wanted to say goodbye and turn to leave as some courage shot through you. You grabbed her wrist to stop her.

"I- Would you maybe like to go out with me? Like a date." You looked up at her and saw a shocked face, your heart dropped. Of course not.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I saw that you never acted on my flirting and compliment. I should have known better." You wanted to leave, and it was her turn to stop you.

"Wait, I-. You really like me?" You were confused. Wasn't that clear?

"Of course, I do. I thought the weeks of flirting and the messages on the cups made that obvious." You laughed a little, was she so oblivious?

"Yeah, no, I got that. Of course, but I just thought that, because I'm an outcast you'd just mock me." Mocking? That was definitely the last thing you wanted. All your life people had mocked you, and you knew how much that hurt, you always just wanted to make people happy and feel better.

"You're a what?"

"An outcast. I'm the Principle of Nevermore Academy. Surely you have heard about it?" You had. But you thought it was rather amazing.

"Yes, but I thought it was a school for people with powers of some sort? Like Vampires and Shapeshifters? No?"

"Yes, that's right. But usually people call us outcasts, because we are different, and they don't like that. They're scared of us and mock us." That was horrible. You had never understood why people were always scared of everything they didn't know.

"Well, I don't. I think it's amazing. And I really like you and I want to go on a date with you. Even if you're a werewolf or something like that." Now Larissa laughed. You thought you had seen her eyes smile all these times in the Weathervane, but you had been wrong. This was completely different. Her eyes practically shone, and you felt like the sun had come out. Smiling you just stared at her, utterly in awe.

"What?" She raised an eyebrow at you.

"Nothing, you're just really pretty." Just when you thought she couldn't get any more beautiful, she blushed and shyly chuckled.

"So would you go on a date with me?"

"There's nothing I'd rather do." And that's how it started.

Hi there! can you write something where reader gets insecure bc she has thick thighs and Larissa realizes it bc once they’re about to get intimate for the first time reader asks her to turn the lights off, kinda angst but fluffy at the end ( maybe a bit smutty? )

love your work <3

Insecurities

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 747

Warning: insecurities, NSFW, 18+, slight but still relatively grafic smut at the end

A/n: Thank you!! Really liked this Idea, enjoy! <3

Larissa hungrily kissed you and ran over your lip with her tongue. She lifted you up, hands on your ass to hold you and carried you to the bedroom. Gently she put you down on the bed and hoovered over you.

Larissa and you had been dating for a few weeks now, and it felt like a dream. You were happier than ever and now you both felt you were ready to take the next step. You were about to sleep together. And as exiting that was you were a bit scared. You had always had problems with insecurities and never had you been so intimate with someone before. You knew Larissa loved you to bits, but still she hadn't seen you naked yet.

Larissa planted kisses all over your neck but just as she was about to take of your clothes, you stopped her. Her movements directly got to a halt, and she looked at you.

"Could we turn off the light?" You couldn't even look at her right now, that's how embarrassed you were. She immediately climbed off of you and sat down on the bed next to you. You covered your face with your hands. You felt extremely sheepish. You had ruined everything, the moment was wonderful until you made a problem out of it.

"Darling, please look at me." You slowly sat up and uncovered your face.

"Please, (Y/n)." She gently pushed your chin up, there was no way around it. You had to look her in the eyes now. She smiled comforting.

"Why would you want the lights off? I'd very much like to see you while loving you." You didn't miss the kindness and genuineness in her voice, still your mind forced you to ignore it.

"That's what you say now."

"And it's also what I'll say later." She was confused and that was clear on her face.

"Well, maybe not. Maybe you'll see me naked, and then you change your mind. I have very thick thighs, it's looks horrible. Also, there are stretch marks on them, it's just not very pleasant to look at." You broke the eye contact, afraid of her reaction. But to your surprise you were pulled into a tight hug. Larissa gently stroked your back and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Oh, love. That just means that there is so much more of you for me to love. I will most definitely not change my mind. I love you and that I'll do no matter what." She gently ran her hand over your cheek and smiled at you. Oh, how you loved that woman.

"Thank you, I love you. Really, I don't think words can explain how much." You hugged her, being pulled closer by her strong arms. Sitting in her lap, she looked down at you.

"If you don't want to do this right now, then that's absolutely fine."

"No, I want it. I do. I need you." Larissa smiled, a smile you could bathe in. Full of love and adoration, all directed solemnly at you.

Gently she pushed you down and climbed on top of you again. All while taking off your clothes and caressing your body with kisses, she complimented you. Every little part of you. From your eyes, over your breasts to the way your hips looked. And as she had uncovered your thighs, she didn't stop. She told you how beautiful they were, kissed then up and down and as she was eating you out and had your leg laying on her shoulder she constantly had a hand on your thigh stroking and caressing it.

She made you feel things you didn't think were possible. And in this moment, laying in front of her, completely exposed and a moaning mess, you realised what it meant to make love to someone.

As she was finished with you, you were completely exhausted. But in a good way, a very good way. This woman would be the death of you. The way she had towered over you, looking you in the eyes as you came, having complimented every little last of you and know mere seconds later, she was cleaning you up and tucking you into bed. For a second you wanted to protest, she had pleasured you, so why shouldn't you return the favour? But she immediately shushed you.

"It's okay, (Y/n). I can wait, next time. This was all about you." And with that you fell asleep, safe in her arms.

larissa x teacher!readerrrr

larissa teasing you about your height. likee she’s talking, and you have to look up at her to look her in the eyes, and she gets turned on by you looking up at her like that. she’s like “stop doing that” “don’t look at me” while blushing. and you’re like ??????? huh. because you literally have no idea what you’re doing wrong. but then she confesses and- yeah. 🥰

Good girl

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 718

Warning: NSWF, 18+, fingering, praise kink?

A/n: So this took a little bit of a smutty turn in the end, bust I just felt it quite fitting. Hope you agree!

It wasn't a surprise that you were way shorter than Larissa. Everyone was shorter than her. But some people were lucky enough to just be a little shorter, you on the other hand were a lot shorter. Which led to you nearly snapping your neck every time she stood in front of you. But the view was just too nice to not look.

Usually Larissa teased you about your height. Made joking comments about it or used you as an armrest. You loved it, because you always had her close, and she was touching you in some way.

The last few weeks though, she did it less. She Still joked about it, but she seemed to be nervous all the time. You were a little worried that you had done something wrong.

So when she approached you, while you were leaning on a wall you were quite happy, that she didn't avoid you completely. She stopped right in front of you, opened her mouth and closed it again. You raised an eyebrow at that, looking up at her ready to get out a cocky comment.

"Stop doing that." You were utterly confused. What had you done wrong? Still looking at her your mind rattled through every encounter you had with the Principle, desperate to find the problem.

"Don't look at me!" Your eyes hushed over her face, seeing a blush creep up her neck and graze her cheeks. She was flustered. But why?

"What's wrong? I haven't done anything?" It took all in Larissa to look you in the eyes. She was quite embarrassed of what she was about to confess.

"No, you haven't but I- oh, this is really embarrassing. I get really turned on if you look up at me like this. And we are in a corridor where students walk as soon as classes are over, I can't get horny here." That was not what you expected. At all. You had no idea of the effect you had on Larissa. But, that was something you could easily use to tease her in the future.

"Well, is that so. Are you turned on by me?" You grinned seductively. Larissa blushed even more at that, if that was even possible. She shyly nodded, and you grabbed her wrist dragging her into an empty classroom, locking the door behind you.

"Well, no one will see us here. No you can be horny." You pushed her to sit on top of the teacher's desk. Hastily you pushed her dress up, getting a little exited yourself as you saw her already soaked underwear. She desperately spread her legs for you, and you took a step forward.

Your hand fast found its way into the panties. Trying to mute the moan that slipped out of her as your fingers connected with her clit, you crashed your lips on hers.

Larissa supported herself with a hand on the desk behind her. Her other hand landed around your neck, pulling you as close as possible to her.

Your fingers rubbed her clit fast and as you felt her closer to the edge, you inserted two fingers into her wet cunt and rubbed her clit with the palm of your hand. Your other hand held her face between your fingers directed right to look at you. You wanted to see her face when she came for you.

"Are you close, love?"

"Oh god, yes. Please I need-" you slowed the movements down a little. Looking at her expectantly.

"What do you need? Use your words."

"Ah, I need you. Please, move faster." So you did, you quickened the pace and inserted a third finger.

"(Y/n), please can I come? I can't take it." Larissa was a moaning mess under your touch, you liked it.

"Oh, what a good girl. Yes, you may come."

Good girl. That was it, no one ever called her a good girl. All her previous partner expected her to be the dominant one, because she was taller. But all she wanted was to be dominated and being called a good girl was the tip of the iceberg.

Groaning and calling your name she came all over your finger. You pulled her close and let her ride out the orgasm.

"We should do this more often."

"Yeah, I suppose we should."

hey

i would like to request a larissa x reader where reader just had a fight with their parents (on the phone, idk, you can decide) and goes finding larissa. larissa is in a meeting (or sth else you can decide this as well) but reader just pushes into the room and larissa is worried and says "darling?" but reader just throws themselves into larissa for a big hug so larissa orders the other people present to leave and comforts reader

Darling?

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 956

Warning: homophobia, panic attack

A/n: I think this became a little more angsty than requested, but it just kind of flowed that way. Hope you are still satisfied! <3

Actually you weren't sure why you still bothered. All your life your parents had made you feel worthless. Your bigger brother always being the golden child. Constantly being compared to him and constantly being told you weren't enough. But because you are a people pleaser you still called them. It got lesser but on their birthdays you just had to call them. Otherwise, you would drain in guilt. That's just how your brain worked.

But, of course it was a disaster, like always. It had started very polite and calm. You wished your mother a happy birthday and asked what they would do for the day. She told you a bit and talked about Penny, your family dog. These were moments in which you believed that maybe your relationship could grow better. Just for it to be immediately crushed again.

Your mother had asked how you were doing, how work was going and if you had finally found a partner. For a short second you actually thought you could make her proud now. You told her about Larissa, what a wonderful woman she was and how happy you were. The line went silent, the calm before the storm, before your mother started screaming at you. She thought it was disgusting that you were dating a woman. Why couldn't you do one thing right in your life? Your brother was already expected a child. He was so much better than you. You should take his example.

You felt hot tears run down your face and before your mother even finished her sentence you just hung up. You felt your heart beat faster in your chest, and a wave of cold sweat rushed over you.

You needed to find Larissa. Fast.

So you stumbled forward, out of the room. Hastily running through the corridor, thankful that there were no students, you came to a halt in front of Larissa's office. You didn't bother knocking and just threw the big wooden door open. Looking in you saw Larissa, but also a few other teachers. They all looked at you surprised by the sudden interruption.

Larissa immediately saw that something was wrong, and her eyes were filled with concern.

"Darling? What's- Everyone out." No one moved.

"Immediately!" She put on her Principle-Voice and in mere seconds everyone was out of the door.

Larissa was by your side in no time and held you as you fell to the ground. She sat down and pulled you into her lap.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" You had a hard time breathing, it felt like you were hyperventilating. You would have really liked to answer her question, but no words escaped you as you tried really hard to breath. Additionally, you had no idea what was wrong. This had never happened before. But you had a bad gut feeling as to what this could be.

"Darling, you have to breathe. Here, put your ear on my heart and try to breathe in its beat. I think you might be having a panic attack." Yep, the bad gut feeling was being confirmed.

Larissa patiently let you listen to her heartbeat and drew circles with her fingers on your arm. Whispering sweet affirmations and comforting things in your ear, occasionally kissing your hair, she held you until you felt that you could breathe normal again. After you had calmed down she helped you stand up and directed you to sit on her sofa. She sat down next to you and held your hand.

"I called my mom." You looked up at Larissa, wanting to explain what could have caused the panic attack.

"I told her about us. That we are a couple and how happy I am. I thought maybe she'd be proud because she always wanted me to find a partner. But, it turns out she's not just an asshole but a homophobic one."

"Oh, love I'm so sorry." She gently pulled you into a hug, while drying the tears that were falling again.

"She told me how useless I am and that my brother is so much better and how disgusting I am. She said I can't get anything right in life. And if someone tells you things like that your whole life, you start to believe them." Larissa's heart broke at that. She had never understood how parents could decide to have children and then treat them horribly. She had seen it often enough with her students.

"Please, my love. Listen to me, never believe those things. Your parents are fools. You aren't worthless or disgusting. I think you are just wonderful. By coming here, you have done everything right. Because now I am lucky enough to have the best girlfriend in the world. (Y/n), you saved me from absolutely drowning in my work and my loneliness and that should be worth something, right? Forget your parents. Here, at Nevermore everyone loves you, and we age your family now. There are so many students at this school, thankful that you exist. I know how hard you work to make them all feel comfortable and accepted. Show yourself some of that love." She was just amazing and always knew what to say to make you feel better. Through a few stray tears and tired eyes you smiled at her. It was a small, but genuine smile. Larissa hugged you again and then she stood up.

"Lay down a bit, take a nap. You need it. I'll work a bit, I'll be there when you wake up." You nodded, grateful that she didn't leave you. Your head hit the pillow and right before falling asleep you acknowledged that the pillow smelled just like Larissa. You nuzzled in a bit more, comforted by her scent around you.

request for larissa x fem!reader: they’re in a committed relationship, but get into a fight and are both so stubborn that they don’t talk to each other for a few weeks. then they make up? :)

Stubbornness

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 638

Warning: none I think

A/n: cute, little one shot; hope you like it! <3

"Because you always say you'll change but never act on it! And I'm sick of it."

"Do you even understand that I'm the Principle? I'm not just a teacher, I have much more responsibility and work. This isn't so easy."

"Oh, right. I don't have anything to do. I just sit here all day waiting for you. No, I have a fucking lot to do, but I make time for you, because I care! And this is not the relationship I signed up for." With that you stormed out of her office.

You had both said stupid things, you knew that. There were always two involved in a fight, but there was also always a truth to every fight. And even though you regretted a few comments, you initial point still stood. You wouldn't take it back, and you would definitely don't apologise.

Hardly did you know that Larissa thought the exact same thing. And because you were both extremely stubborn, you held your word.

Literally you did. Two weeks had passed without talking to each other, and slowly you were getting anxious. Anxious that this had ruined your relationship. That maybe your stubbornness was driving your happiness down a cliff right now.

It was like torture seeing Larissa across the room, in the corridor or in conferences. Whenever you caught each other looking at one another, you were fast to look away, pretending you were extremely interested in the trash can next to you. While your heart broke more and more every time.

There were a few moments where you had nearly caved in, but something always got in the way. Someone wanted to talk to you or to her, she left, Wednesday had broken yet another rule, or you just couldn't find Larissa.

But after yet another week of not talking to each other, you decided that stubbornness was really misguided right now. You went on your way, determined that this time nothing would get in-between. To your surprise you ran into Larissa on your way to her.

"I'm sorry." You both said it at the same time, giggling at that. You pulled Larissa into a kiss. God, how you had missed feeling her lips on yours, to feel the warmth of her body, to smell her perfume.

"I think maybe we should talk." She nodded at that and took you back to her office. You sat down on the armchair in front of the fire. Larissa pulled hers closer to you, turned to look at you.

"The things I said, I shouldn't have. I'm sorry, (Y/n). I know that you have a lot of work as well. My mind was just so absolutely caught up in the whole Wednesday-Situation."

"All is forgiven. Even though I still stand with my initial point. You work too much. I don't just mean too much in: we don't spend enough time together, but also in: you're overworking yourself. Essentially I'm just scared for you. You drown in work, and I feel like you can never relax." You grabbed her hand and rubbed circles on the back of her hand. She shot you an apologetic look.

"I know, but I've thought about that and I have come to the conclusion that I'll need an assistant. I want more time with you. I want to feel like I can breathe again." You were happy to hear that, Larissa really needed some release from all the work and stress.

You leaned forward and cupped her face.

"I'm so happy about that, Larissa. And please promise me that something like this won't happen again. We are both too stubborn, I've missed you so much." Soft lips touched yours, and you felt butterflies erupt inside of you. She still made you feel like a crazy teenager after all this time, that you've been together.

if you want i was wondering if you could larissa weems x reader where in the readers past relationships they’ve made the reader feel like an inadequate partner (too clingy, annoying sorta stuff like that) but larissa is there for them to make sure they know how amazing they are and how much larissa appreciates them if this doesn’t interest you totally ignore this hope you have a lovely day :)

You're safe now

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1318

Warning: previous abusive/toxic relationship

A/n: Really liked the idea, hope you like my try on it! <3

Larissa had noticed a few strange situations in the past few weeks that you had been together. At first, she didn't think much of it, but they were growing stranger and stranger.

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She had been under the shower when she heard her phone ring. Damn it.

"(Y/n) could you check my phone real fast, it might be important." A few seconds later you had stood in the bathroom, phone in hand.

"I- what? No, I wanted you to answer it. But thanks." She had laughed at it, but you had looked incredibly confused before leaving the bathroom, while she was talking on the phone.

"No, (Y/n). You'll need to take the phone." But you were already out of reach.

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You two had been walking through Jericho, after having had a coffee at Weathervanes as the Sheriff had approached you.

"Principle Weems, Mrs. (Y/l/n), nice to see you." Immediately you let go of Larissa's hand and took a step back. Confused she looked at you but kept on talking to the Sheriff. You just grabbed her hand again when the Sheriff was so far away, he couldn't see you anymore.

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Situations like that had been strange, yes, but she had always tried explaining it somehow. Maybe you didn't like to display affection in public. Maybe you didn't like taking on the phone. But with every situation it got harder finding reasonable explanations.

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Larissa had come home after a long day, incredibly happy to see you. You had already laid in bed, reading a book. She took off her shoes and crawled into bed. Kissing your neck and pulling you closer.

But she fast stopped, sensing that you weren't in the mood.

"(Y/n), we don't have to so this." You looked at her, and for a second she thought she saw panic flash through your eyes.

"No, it's okay. Go on." So she kissed you again, but the usual reaction to her touches wasn't there.

"(Y/n), I can sense that you don't want this. I will not sleep with you, if you don't want to."

"I'm sorry." Your voice had been unrecognisably quiet.

"Darling, there is nothing to be sorry about. We'll just watch a movie or cuddle, okay?"

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And it was fully impossible after the latest situation yesterday.

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Larissa had come home, expecting you to be there. So, of course she was mildly disappointed, when you weren't.

She had called you and asked what had happened to sleeping at hers.

"Oh, I've gotten my period. I'm sorry."

"Aren't you feeling well? I can come over and massage you or bring you my hot water bottle for cramps."

"Oh no, I'm feeling quite alright. I just know you probably don't want me sleeping in your bed, and I'd rather sleep in my bed than on your couch." Larissa was absolutely perplexed at that and didn't say anything for a hot minute. To you that was a sufficient explanation, so you told her you loved her and hung up. Leaving a still absolutely stunned Larissa at the other end.

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The next day, first thing in the morning Larissa's went to your room. You really needed to talk. Gently she knocked and entered after you called.

"Oh, Larissa. God morning." You still laid in bed, having just woken up.

"Good morning, love." Larissa kissed you and opened the curtains, to let the room be flooded with sunlight. She couldn't stop herself from staring at you. You just looked so incredibly beautiful, not really woken up yet and bathed in the sunshine.

She sat down on the edge of your bed, face sterner than before. Stern but still gentle, the look confused you. It made you feel like you had done something wrong, but she would be angry or scold you for it. But that couldn't be, right? Anger and punishment was the reasonable reaction.

"Darling, I want to talk to you." You had done something wrong. Of course, you had. Panic flushed through you, your mind working fast to find out what you had done wrong. Maybe if you'd apologise before she said something she would be less angry. But you had no idea. You had tried so hard not to mess things up.

"Whatever I've done, I'm really sorry. I didn't want to anger or annoy you." Larissa's eyes softened, and she took your hand in hers.

"I'm not angry, why would you think that. I've just noticed a few things in the last weeks that I didn't understand." You slightly nodded, showing her to go on.

"You never use my phone, even if I tell you to. You display nearly no affection in the public at all, you're always very careful with what you say, you apologise an awful lot for awfully much. That were all things I kind of looked over, but I absolutely didn't understand why you didn't sleep over last night, and it seems you always want to sleep with me, even if you yourself aren't in the mood at all. It's as if you'd just follow my word, without looking at your own needs. And as much as I appreciate that, I don't want it. I want you to listen to your body, to your needs and always communicate them." She gently stroked your cheek, you didn't know what to say. You were absolutely startled by her affectionate, loving being. The adoration in her eyes nearly brought you to tears.

"Well I just- my previous partner never wanted me to sleep in his bed when I had my period. He said it was disgusting." You were ashamed even talking about it.

"Firstly that is absolutely horrible. It's an absolute human thing and there is nothing disgusting about it whatsoever. Secondly, I'm a woman too. I also get my period, so if I can handle that I can most definitely handle yours as well. Can I ask, all the rest that I mentioned. Was that also because of your previous partner?" You nodded.

"He had been my first ever boyfriend. I just didn't know better, I thought that's how it's supposed to be, but you're making me question things right now. Her never let me look into his phone, but he had to be able to look into mine at all times. He always told me I was too clingy and affectionate. And if I didn't want to have sex he asked me what I was good for if I didn't pleasure his needs. He always punished me with days of not talking to me, if I'd anger him. And what I feel with you is so much stronger than what I felt for him, so I was really scared to mess thing up and have you not talk to me. I wanted to make you happy at all costs." Larissa was shocked, how could people do something like that? She had had shit relationships and people take advantage of her, but she thought that was mainly because of her ability to shape-shift. But people did this without any reason whatsoever.

"Oh love, come here." She opened her arms for a big hug, which you gladly accepted. Gently she stroked your hair and whispered in your ear.

"What that man did to you is unforgivable. That's not how a relationship works. It's not all about Sex, it's about trust, loving each other, having fun together and being there for each other no matter what. I don't keep any secrets, neither from you, nor from the people at this school. I'd gladly walk through the school and the town, arm in arm, kissing you, showing everyone how happy I am to have you as my girlfriend." You nodded into her chest, clinging to her like a hurt child. But you knew, with Larissa by your side everything would get better. You would get a chance to heal and be unconditionally happy.

Can I please request a Larissa Weems x Daughter

Who is a bit of an airhead like me! If Larissa said paint the town red as a metaphor reader will go try paint the town red literally to try and make her mother happy.

Airhead

Pairing: Larissa Weems x daughter!reader

Word Count: 947

Warning: none I think

A/n: I really liked this idea and I've taken your example with the "paint the town red". Hope you like it!!! <3

All you wanted was to make your mother happy. At all times. Ever since you were eight years old and your mum had left the two of you. Larissa, of course, was a strong woman. She bit her way through the pain to be there for you, but you saw her weak moments. The moments no one else saw in which she thought it wouldn't work, she was being a terrible mother, or she would be alone forever.

So the little eight-year old (Y/n) made it her mission to make her mother happy, no matter the cost. The only problem was just that you could be quite mindless at times, some would say you're an airhead. You weren't stupid, not at all. Your grades were amazing, you could explain hard science with an ease, but you were rather life-stupid. If that's what you could call it. You took everything too literal and sometimes questioned your mother about basic things. How do you use a coffee machine again?

So often your mother told you things, metaphorically, and you took it absolutely literally.

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Just last week your mother had told you about something she was very passionate about and jade used the idiom "It's the best thing since sliced bread." You were bad with idioms and metaphors in general, you had no chance with British ones.

"Mum, I'm not sure sliced bread is that great. So doesn't seem like you're as passionate about it as you claim." Larissa loved you, but sometimes she could kill you.

"(Y/n), I didn't mean that literally. It's an idiom in England." She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, sorry mum." She chuckled, slightly amused at your mindlessness.

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And that's how you had gotten yourself in this rather stupid situation.

You're mum had talked to you, she said you would spend too much time at home. Truth be told you didn't like going out and rather spend time with her. But she wanted you to leave and said, I quote: "Go paint the town red or something.". And with that she had shoved you out the door.

You did think it was a little strange that she wanted you to paint the town red, but if it made her happy, you'd do it.

Right in the middle of painting the town red (Yeah, you were that stupid) a very nice lady came up to you and introduced herself as Aviva.

"Could I ask, how old exactly are you and why on earth are you painting the wall." She chuckled a bit, you liked her. She didn't scold you for it, she was just being nice. But the age question did hurt. You were 16, you just looked like a 12-year-old. So you told her, and you also told her what your mum had said.

"Darling, I don't think she meant that literally."

"Oh crap, I already thought something like that." Aviva laughed and thought for a second.

"Do you want me to call your mum? You have paint all over you, I think you'd better don't touch a phone." Embarrassed you looked down your body and at your hands. Apparently you also couldn't paint.

"That would be really nice." You told her where your phone was, and she called Larissa.

While waiting for your mum, Aviva helped you clean up the wall. Thankfully you hadn't come very far, most of the paint had found its way onto you. Aviva had also given you her number, if you'd ever need someone to call in town.

As your mum arrived, you knew she was angry just by the way she got out of the car. She did spare you the humiliation of yelling at you in front of Aviva, but as you sat in the car, doors closed and Aviva out of sight she wasn't to stop.

"What have I done wrong? Why can't you just be a normal child, doing normal teenage-stuff. Other mothers pick up their child in the middle of the night, wasted. I have to pick you up because you painted a wall red, how old are you? Eight?" That hit hard, you were eight when you decided to make her happy. She wasn't happy, at all. And it was your fault.

"I'm sorry, mum." Your voice came out thin through the silent tears. At that she finally looked at you, shocked that you were crying.

"Honey, come here. I'm sorry for what I said, I was too harsh." You shook your head.

"It's not that, you're right. I do act like a child, but I just wanted to make you happy. When mum left," hurt flashed through her eyes. You didn't talk about this often, "I decided that I wanted to make you happy, always. And in my eight-year-old brain that meant doing whatever you said, if it made you happy. And I know I take things to literal, but I just always want to make you laugh. After mum-, after she left I didn't see you laugh a lot." Larissa was stunned, she never knew there was so much thought behind your mindlessness. She was also very moved.

"Oh Darling, thank you. I'm very moved that you'd do that for me, but it's not your job to make me happy. You should focus on your own happiness." You smiled at her.

"But I'm happy, if you're happy. And please don't force me to go out again, I'd much rather spend my time with you. You're my best friend." Larissa had to blink away a few tears.

"I have done nothing wrong with you, you turned out quite alright." You chuckled into her chest, having been pulled into a tight hug.

Hey, I wanna request a Larissa x Fem Reader one shot where reader is sick and larissa has to take care of her. Basically Larissa is just being super sweet and motherly and caring towards reader. So just lots of fluff.

idk about anyone else, but my mommy issue are screaming because of Larissa Weem’s.

I'll take care of you

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 346

Warning: none

A/n: this is very short, but packed with fluff and love!! <3

You felt horrible. There was no other way to say this. Your whole body hurt, you were cold and hot at the same time and your head felt like it was about to explode. That's why, for the whole day, you hadn't left the bed once. Half the time you were asleep.

Right now as well. Or, better said, you were until your wife had come in turning on the light, happy as ever.

"(Y/n), what are you doing in bed?" You groaned, you were sure your head was exploding.

"Please, turn off the light and be quiet." Larissa immediately obeyed, and sat down on the edge of the bed. She down at you, concern washing over her face. Gently she put her hand on your forehead.

"You're burning, love. Let me get a thermostat." She left to go into the bathroom. You could distantly hear her searching the drawers, you knew where it was but your voice was so weak, it wouldn't have reached her.

"There it is, here (Y/n) open your mouth." It took a minute, as usual, but as Larissa looked at the temperature she looked even more concerned.

"39,8 °C. That's high, way too high." Hastily she left the room and came back a few minutes later, antibiotics and some wet wash cloths. Gently she started wrapping your calf.

"There's a glass of water, take the antibiotics." So you did, before you caved into the pillow again.

You looked at Larissa in awe, you were absolutely stunned. In bed, she could be so dominant and rough, as Principle she was stern and strict, and now she sat next to you gentleness in persona. With so much love and care, adoration mixed with concern in her eyes.

As she was finished, she pressed a light kiss on top your head and laid down next to you. You fell asleep again quite fast, but still felt her change the wash cloths around your calf regularly. She really was and angel, and you didn't know what you had done to deserve her as your wife.

Saw you're taking requests!

Can I request Larisa Weems x f!reader where reader lost a bet and have to do a dare where they have to do a sexy dance in front of Larissa and of course Larisa kinda enjoyed it yet pretends to be mad by it so having them to come to her office later on when in fact Larissa will 'punish' her!

Punishment

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 2120

Warning: NSFW, 18+, fingering, nipple play, cunnilingus, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, mistress kink (?)

A/n: So I really hope you like it, I feel like I'm not that good at writing this kind of smut. I do really like the beginning though! <3

"Yeah, I know. I lost, how many times do you want to say that?" You playfully slapped Aden's arm.

Aden was your favourite colleague and probably a friend by now. The only problem was, that you knew he could be ruthless, and you'd lost a bet against him.

"Well, have you already thought about the dare you're gonna punish me with?" Aden's eyes lit up and a devilish smirk appeared. You knew this look, you were in deep shit.

"I've thought, it's time for you to act on that little crush of yours." He was talking about Larissa, your boss. Actually you had sworn yourself to specifically not act on that crush, because, well, she was your boss.

"You're going to visit the Principle and do a sexy dance in front of her, best on her lap." Your eyes widened before you hid your face in your hands. This was a disaster, you thought he wanted you to flirt a bit, ask her out. Anything, but not this.

"Aden, you are unbelievable. I'm gonna get myself fired."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic. She'll love it." He winked at you and gently pushed you toward the door. You turned around and looked at him, shocked.

"You want me to do it now? I'm not prepared, at all!" He huffed and just pushed you more.

"You don't need to prepare, just use your innate charm." He followed you and waited outside the office. Of course, he wanted to know how it went immediately. He didn't mind waiting.

With shaking hands, you knocked, and it felt like your heart beat out of your chest as Larissa called you in. With even shakier legs you entered. Your breath hitched as you saw Larissa. She looked as beautiful as ever and smiled kindly as she saw you enter.

"(Y/n), how can I help you?" You slowly approached, walking around the desk until you stood in front of her. Her eyes never leaving you.

"I'm really sorry, Principle. I've lost a bet against Aden." Larissa looked quite confused, as she didn't understand what you were apologising for. She didn't know, until you started dancing.

Slowly you moved your hips, eyes never leaving hers. Your hands roaming up and down your hips and waist, you tucked the emerald green blouse you were wearing out of your pants and started unbuttoning the blouse a little at the top. Just so much that you were still covered, but that Larissa could see enough.

Larissa's face had changed from utterly confused to a mix of anger and amusement in seconds. She couldn't deny that your actions did arouse her. She felt her fingers twitch, wanting to touch you and expose more flesh. But she kept her self-control and didn't move a bit.

While still swinging your hips you took a few steps forward to be closer to Larissa. She just couldn't keep her hands anymore, she put them on your waist and slowly guided your movements. As sexy as possible you crawled onto her lap a leg on each side of her. Your face incredibly close to hers. Larissa leaned forward a bit, her mouth right next to your ear. You had to support yourself somehow, or you would have caved in, your hand landing on her chest. She had wanted to say something, but your hand placement made the words get stuck in her throat. The self-controlled woman she is, in mere seconds she had found her voice again. It came out husky and deep, controlling and a little angry even.

"I think I need to punish you, for being such a bratty little girl, don't you think so?" You eagerly nodded, maybe a bit too eager.

"Come to my room this evening, and you'll get what you deserve. Now leave, before I'll lose it." She planted a gentle but hungry kiss on your exposed shoulder, a little foretaste of what would come later.

You stood up and left, feeling her eyes on you the whole time. Outside the office, Aden looked at you expectantly. Smirking as her saw your opened blouse.

"Not one word." You said, leaving for your room, knees still pudding. You couldn't believe what had just happened and the thought of this evening made you shiver with anticipation.

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Standing in front of Larissa's room you felt your knees nearly cave in. The day had been torture, concentrating on work, knowing what would happen in the evening. You hadn't finished half the work you wanted.

After a few second Larissa opened the door, she was still in her normal clothes. Even though she had taken the coat off, leaving her with a white silk blouse and her skirt. You didn't move, just staring at her. She was way too beautiful to be real.

"I'm flattered (Y/n), but that won't get you anywhere today." She took your wrist and pulled you in, you stood right in the middle Larissa's living room, but couldn't get a good look as she dragged you to her bedroom. She had a king-sized bed, with a big wooden headboard, graced with golden ornaments.

The sheets were cream, and you counted at least six pillows.

"Be a good girl and sit down on the bed." You obeyed, ready to do anything this woman asked of you. You saw her walking over to a drawer, getting some things. Though you couldn’t see them as she put them down on a chair out of your view.

Her voice was demanding and yet gentle. You knew you had the control, if you said stop, she would stop.

"Take of your clothes, not your underwear. That I'll do myself." She smirked at you while bluntly staring at you undress. Your blouse as well as the pants landed on the floor, and you kicked it out of the way. Larissa approached you, hands on your hips and pushed you down onto the bed. She hoovered above you and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"You've been a very bad girl, haven't you? You need to be taught a lesson." You nodded into her shoulder, as you felt her hand slowly wander down your stomach into your panties. Your whole body twitched at the contact of her cold fingers between your folds. She ran through them a few times before taking her hand out and licking her fingers.

"Your so wet already, is that all for me?"

"Yes, mistress." She chuckled at that.

"I like that, keep being such a good girl, and maybe I'll reward you in the end." You felt your centre throb more with every word she said. The effect this woman had on you was crazy.

She lowered her face and liked your nipples a few times before taking them in her mouth. You moaned at her hungry sucking and licking. She used her other hand to caress your other breast. Right as you were about to moan again she bit down on your nipple, lightly but enough for you to scream out at the sudden pain.

"Remember, this is punishment. Don't enjoy yourself too much." She looked at you, stern look on her face. But you could see raw, unfiltered lust in her eyes.

With a swift motion she released you of your panties. She stood up and went to the chair coming back with handcuffs and silk rope in hand. You got exited just seeing this. The sweet angel that Larissa actually is, her face and voice became kind again.

"Are you okay with me tying you up, (Y/n)?" Her face showed you, that she'd never actually hurt you, so you nodded.

"Yes, do it." So she did, with gentle touches she cuffed your hands to the headboard and your feet to the footboard. Regularly checking in on you, asking if nothing was too tight and if you were still feeling alright. After she was finished and sure of your well-being, she turned dominant and commanding again.

She sat down between your spread out legs and lightly stroked over your clit a few times, already making you a moaning mess under her. To your disappointment she stopped before it got too good. But all was forgiven as you saw her lean down, ready to eat you out. The second her tongue touched your clit, you let out a groan. You had never felt anything comparable to this feeling. She liked up and down your folds, tasting you as good as she could.

"You taste divine, Darling." You nearly moaned again, just because of the let name. You knew your first orgasm would come fast, as you were already absolutely worked up for her. She teased your entrance a bit with her tongue and then rubbed your clot with the tip of her tongue. Always touching you in some way, but never giving you real release. This was punishment after all.

Still, just the teasing brought you near the edge, ready to come. She felt that, she heard your moans getting louder and your legs twitching. Your hip thrusting forward to get any sort of friction or release. So right before you could come, she stopped.

"Ah, Mistress, please... I need to come!"

"But you won't." With that she stood up and went to grab something. As she turned around, your eyes widened. She held a massive vibrator in her hand. She approached you and pushed the vibrator into you. Just that made you moan out in pure pleasure. She started the vibrator, on a low level, to torture you even further.

"You will not come. Hold it in until I tell you otherwise." You wanted to say something, but she shushed you with a hungry kiss. Placing kisses on your neck down to your shoulder and finally on your breasts, liking and sucking on them, she made it even harder to hold the orgasm back. You clenched your jaw but couldn't hold the screams in. Larissa stopped caressing you and stood up. Slowly, torturously slow, she started to undress. You just couldn't keep your eyes off her body. The vibrator inside of you working you up more and more, eliciting moan after moan. It got harder and harder to not come, her show in front of you not making it easier.

As she was fully undressed, she crawled onto the bed and carefully climbed on top your face, a leg on each side of your face. She lowered herself until your mouth touched her nearly dripping centre. As you started licking her pussy she leaned forward and pulled the vibrator out of you, eliciting yet another moan from you. Carefully she touched your clit with the tip of the vibrator, your hips buckled underneath the touch, your tongue never stopping to pleasure her. She turned up the level of the vibrator.

"Oh god, (Y/n). Just like that, and don't you dare come." She was a moaning mess above you and quite honestly you had never seen anything hotter in your life. All while being eaten out, Larissa took the vibrator away from your throbbing clit and placed it on it again. Repeating this again and again, denying you the much-needed release through an orgasm.

"Ah, more, I'm close." She groaned your name and held the vibrator down onto your clit again, with more pressure this time. It was nearly unbearable.

"(Y/n) I'm coming, I want you to come at the same time as me." Larissa's moans grew loader and deeper, and you felt her thighs clench together around your face. She came and finally you got release too. With a scream you came, never had you felt an orgasm so intense. But Larissa didn't take the vibrator away. She climbed off of you and placed herself between your thighs again.

"Mistress, please. I'm too sensitive." Inserting a finger into you and pumping it in and out slowly, she looked at you.

"You can do it, come on. Just one more orgasm for your Mistress. Scream for me." And you did, at first it felt sore and uneasy but after just a few seconds the pleasure took over.

She applied even more pressure with the vibrator and thrust her fingers in and out of you faster. You moaned and screamed her name in pure ecstasy.

"Oh, Larissa. Mistress I'm coming."

"Yes, come on my fingers." With a last scream of her name you came. Completely exhausted you smiled at Larissa. She immediately turned into an angel again. Uncuffing you and cleaning you up. She neatly tucked you into bed and lay down beside you.

"I hope, I wasn't too harsh, love." She looked at you, concern in her eyes.

"No, it's fine. I promise." With that you fell asleep in her arms.

Hi! Id like to request a Larissa x reader with cliche tropes. Enemies (?) to lovers where reader is a teacher that’s stubborn and kind of always encourages the children with their slightly crazy ideas (only because reader likes to see them having fun because r never got to do so growing up) but of course, Larissa has to keep things in order so they kind of butt heads often. Before the children go back from their break, Larissa and reader had to go to a conference somewhere snowy and the second trope is that, of course, the hotel room only has one bed because the reservation was messed up. The conference got moved because of a snow storm so the two gets stuck in their room. They argue but then they calm down and somehow ends up confessing their feelings for each other.

I really love cliché tropes and would love to see one written for Larissa. Thank youuu!

Snow Storm

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1881

Warning: none

A/n: I love the one bed trope, honestly it's the best!!! Hope you like it<3

You had grown up with your grandmother and as much as you loved her and were thankful for having frown up so good, she wasn't one for crazy things. She liked order and quiet, no pranks or experiments.

So now, as teacher, your inner child laughed every time the students asked you to help them with some crazy idea they had. You always knew Larissa would disapprove and make you responsible for it, but you took that on you. It was just wonderful to see the kids have fun, often they had problems for themselves. They didn't have amazing families, struggled with their powers or had just normal teenage-problems. It was wonderful to see them have fun for once. To see them carefree and happy.

You knew Larissa didn't mean harm, she wanted to see the kids happy just as much as you. But she was the Principle, and she didn't like seeing a half blown up tree, because you decided to built your own firework. She also didn't like to see the whole school wall full of paint, because you filled balloons with it and threw it at each other. And she most certainly didn't like to see half her students out of bed in the middle of the night because you had organised a nightly scavenger hunt.

Sadly these things had caused some tension between Larissa and you. You couldn't shake the feeling that she didn't like you very much, because you were a troublemaker in her eyes. You on the other hand liked her a lot, probably way too much. Anytime she was angry at you and yelled, you just got nervous because it looked very hot. But you had come to terms with the fact that you'd probably stay alone forever, crying after this incredible woman.

That was until you went to a conference in Newport with Larissa.

It was the last week of Christmas break and Larissa initially asked someone else to accompany her. But they fell sick, and you were the only other teacher that hadn't gone home over Christmas. So she had no other choice. You had of course been incredibly excited, spending a few days with her.

The drive didn't take too long, round about an hour and a half. But as you arrived, you were met by a snow storm. It was still pretty early, because the conference would have started at two in the afternoon. To your delight, Larissa had gotten a message that the conference was cancelled. While you were parking.

"Couldn't they have said that earlier, we could've stayed home!" Larissa shrugged her shoulders, obviously annoyed too. You most definitely couldn't turn around, the snow storm was getting worse, and it had already been hard driving the last half hour.

You knew you couldn't check into your rooms until at least five o'clock. That would have been no problem, if there was a conference to attend. But there wasn't. You decided the most reasonable thing was to eat something first. Next to the hotel was a restaurant, that looked okay ish.

The first twenty minutes were horrible, no one talked, and you just awkwardly started at your glasses. To your own surprise, you were the one to break the silence.

"I'm really sorry, that you're stuck here with me now. I know your not very fond of me, to say lightly." You looked up at her, meeting kind eyes. Larissa put her hand on yours and stroked the back of your hand with her thumb. Your skin felt hot where she touched you and for a second your breath hitched.

"Oh Darling. That's not true, I like you. You're a wonderful person, you just have a talent of getting on my nerves from time to time." You chuckled, that you did.

"I'm not doing those things go get on your nerves, please know that. I do them, because it makes me incredibly happy to see the kids carefree from time to time. They all have way too much on their mind for teenagers and these pranks and adventures distract them." Larissa smiled at you, squeezing your hand.

"I know, but I'd be incredibly thankful, if on the future you could check up with me before doing these things. I'm positively sure there are ways of making them happy without destroying the school." You both laughed. Your eyes fell to her hand still on yours, not knowing what to say. You just wanted to grab it a little tighter, as the waiter came with your food, causing you to break apart hastily.

After that it was much more comfortable, you couldn't remember ever having talked so much with Larissa apart from her yelling at you. It felt absolutely natural, telling her about where you came from, why you had become a teacher. Her telling you about her time at Nevermore. You had always envied the kids for having had the opportunity to go to a school of outcasts.

"Well, I grew up with my grandma. I loved her, and I'm very thankful for her, but of course it wasn't always easy. She didn't understand my ability and for sure didn't know that there were schools for people like me. She was supportive of it, yes, and I also wasn't forbidden to use them at all. But I sometimes felt alone, like I was the only one like this. And of course I couldn't use them in school, no one would have understood. Just my Grandma and later my best friend knew about the telekinesis." Larissa gave you an apologetic look. Your best friend had also been the one to find out about Nevermore and told you about it. If it wasn't for him, you probably wouldn't sit here.

You had long finished dinner and were still talking until a waiter politely kicked you out, because the table was reserved for someone else now. A quick glance at your watch told you that you could probably try checking in. So you grabbed your luggage and went into the hotel. You gladly let Larissa speak to the young woman at the reception while looking around the lobby. As you saw Larissa rub her temples annoyed, you stepped forward and asked what's wrong. The kind young lady answered patiently.

"There has been a mix-up with the reservations. We've booked one room for two, instead of two rooms for one each." You knew the look Larissa gave the poor woman. She was close to an outbreak, so you quickly took over, pushing yourself in front of Larissa.

"That will be okay, we take it. No worries, it wasn't your fault." The woman smiled and you, thankful for your patience and understanding.

"Thank you, here are your keys. You can just put them in the box right there, when you leave." You nodded and gave her another smile. Turning around, you pushed Larissa in the direction of the lift.

"Larissa, it was hardly her fault." She knew that, but it had been a long day and her nerves were strained.

You had the key, so you also opened the door and were the first to step in.

"Oh..." you just stared at the bed.

"What else? I- oh." Larissa sat down on a chair, defeated. There was room for two, yes. But in one Queen sized bed, with just one blanket.

"It's okay, really. I'll sleep on the floor. I don't mind." Larissa's eyes shot up at you.

"Don't be ridiculous. There's just one blanket, do you want to freeze? Well both sleep in the bed. We're grown people." Yes you were, but you were also madly in love with the woman in front of you. You felt your cheeks heat up, but before she could see it you turned around and opened you bag grabbing some comfy clothes and your toiletries.

"I'll take a shower." With that you were through the bathroom door. Leaning on the door, breathing strained. How were you going to survive this? Stepping out of the shower, you put on some lotion and got dressed. Without thinking you stepped out of the bathroom, regretting it immediately. Larissa was still getting dressed and had nothing except her underwear and a bra on. Hastily you turned around again.

"Omg, I'm so sorry." You scolded yourself internally for not knocking or asking. You didn't turn around again until she sighed and talked.

"Turn around, I'm finished. It's not a big deal." You slowly turned, embarrassed of your reaction and packed your stuff away. Hesitantly you sat down on the edge of the bed and crawled under the sheet. Trying your hardest to not make contact with her skin in any way. Larissa sighed again, you were getting on her nerves. You knew it.

"For heaven’s sake, (Y/n). I'm not going to bite you. Do you want to fall out of bed?" You nervously slid closer, still keeping a fair distance. As much as that was possible in a bed of this size.

"Honestly the day was going very well, why are you making it so awkward now? You're overly nervous. It's horrible." She was extremely annoyed. You felt the words get stuck in your throat, and it took you a second to find them again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to annoy you. But I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, and then you'd hate me again." Larissa looked at you, surprised of your unsure demeanour.

"(Y/n), I've told you. I don't hate you."

"Yeah, but you might." Larissa was utterly confused, what was all the fuss about?

"Why should I?" You gulped. You couldn't tell her, that would just make it all worse. But she looked at you expectantly. You knew she wouldn't let go until you said something.

"Because, I'm in love with you." You whispered it, so quite Larissa nearly failed to hear it. Her eyes widened, it was the last thing she had expected.

The look on your face broke her heart, she immediately felt guilty for having snapped at you. Her face, her voice even her body language relaxed and became kind and caring again. She gently laid an arm around your waist and pulled you closer. You were way too startled to say anything, and she used that to her advantage. She pulled you into her lap and put her head on your shoulder.

"Are you telling me, all this nervousness is caused by me?" She whispered into your ear, not flirty or seductive. Just amused, but full of love.

"Y-Yes." You stammered, her warm breath on your skin made your heart skip and lead to goosebumps all over you. You felt Larissa's hand slightly push your face to the side. You were now facing her.

"Oh, but darling. That's completely unnecessary." With that she lightly graced her lips over yours, barely touching them.

"Can I kiss you?" That question was redundant, as her lips were already practically on your. But you appreciated in nonetheless. So you nodded and not a second later her lips were fully on yours. At that moment, you forgot everything that ever worried you. For it was unimportant, all that mattered right now, were her lips on yours, her arms around your waist and the warmth of her body close to you.

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