#larissa weems wednesday

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Larissa Weems x Reader x Alcina Dimitrescu (NSFW; Double Penetration; Lewd Language; BDSM; Mommy Kink; Breeding; G!P)

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It’s too much. 

It’s way too much.

Too much touching, too much pleasure, too much passion. 

It’s all warm bodies, panting breaths, deep growls, small whimpers, and so much heat that you feel faint with it. They have you stuck in between, held up and hovering over thick thighs while two sets of strong hips alternate powerful thrusts. In and out. In and out. In… out… Easy and light for the two of them as sharp nails leave deep indents in the flesh of your ass, clenching and unclenching. She shoulders most of the weight, the taller of your two lovers, while she takes her fill. Insatiable and dark. Hard, fast, and rough. There’s grunts that pour past your ear and fan against the sensitive skin of your neck, creating the most precious addictive harmony as she scrapes razor-sharp fangs along the soft flesh of your trapezius. Skirting around the very edge of pain. She knows you fear it. She knows you’re waiting. Fortunately, she’s already made up her mind. The feeding will be for another night- or perhaps later, when you’re passed out on the bed between them, plugged to keep the warmth of their cum from spilling out of your pretty body. She’s unbelievably excited about that if the flex of her hips and strong steady hold is anything to go by. It’s a sweet gesture in the long run, keeping you in place so that the woman in front of you, grasping onto your lower thighs, can have an easier time using you for pleasure. 

And she is. Absolutely. 

Larissa’s porcelain skin is flushed pink with desire, spreading all the way down to the milky expanse of her bare chest. She’s huffing, her beautiful red lips parted with a sense of disbelief while her eyes, blown dark with an appreciative pupil, lock themselves onto the sensitive place where your bodies meet. She studies your venus mound, the soft curls wetted by your desire, and licks her lips without thought while you watch the hypnotizing roll of her torso. In and out… in and out… smooth and easy and deep enough to make both of you exhale soft moans and whimpers on each thrust. She doesn’t have the stamina Alcina does, but that’s why your draconic lover takes most of the force… and most of the resistance. Their difference in size, in moments like this, is terribly noticeable. You feel it in their hands, in the closeness of their chests and their heights, even while kneeling on the bed, and in the thick of their cocks as they grind into you from both ends. 

Filling all that they can, for all that they’re worth, and enjoying the sounds of your broken cries. 

“P-please- can’t!- Sens-sensitive!” You scream, vision blurring with hot tears as they continue their evil dance. 

Alcina is absolutely fucking punishing. You’re not sure how you’re going to walk comfortably come morning with the way she smacks against your backside. She’s obviously not shy and only finds a sick sort of enjoyment in your answering sobs whenever she whispers how tight you are for her. How desperate. Clenching around both of their lengths like a needy depraved little slut. 

And Larissa, who listens with sharp ears and responds with appreciative moans, can only watch and partake in her own lewd show as she sees the way Alcina hovers over you. Making eye contact with those golden fires, feeling adored beneath the heavy heat that comes with the constant stare your taller lover gives her. Eyes raking over the softness of her breasts, the hickies on the swell of her ribs, the golden curls at the base of her cock… Slightly smaller than Alcina’s, and tinged pink with delight as it moves in and out of you with fervor. Stretching with ease as you take her right to the hilt over and over and over. It feels like a piece of Heaven all on its own, plucked right from the stars, as Larissa looks up from beneath her lashes and bats her eyes at Alcina. Her cock throbs, wild with pleasure, as it fills you swiftly- and she takes that moment to pause. The lull barely has time to confuse you before Larissa is leaning closer, pressing your chests together in warm, hazy damp delight, so she can bring her lips right up to your-... shoulder. Over your shoulder. To meet the pull of Alcina’s body as her bountiful chest, soft and gentle, pins itself to the contours of your back. You can almost feel the heavy thump of her heart. 

“Kiss me, darling,” Alcina breathes quickly, her voice a deep pleasant rumble brushed against Larissa’s lips. They keep themselves inside of you, prolonging the ache in your body as they kiss. Slow and sensual, red lips opening and parting, pink tongues licking into each other with languid strokes. Eyes closed, suspended in bliss, throats bobbing with the most erotic moans. You can only watch, entranced and bewitched, as a strong shiver races down your spine. You quake in their shared hold and shift your gaze to see- Oh. Gold. Striking gold, glowing beneath a heavy lid, watching you with cloying amusement. It’s embarrassing to be seen in such a needy state, blushing and clenching and eager for whatever they can give you… you want to hide away, but you have nowhere to go. They’re so warm, so strong, and kissing so lovingly. 

Alcina’s eye closes as she loses herself in your other lover’s sweet mouth, and the desperation in your body only shoots to unbearable heights as the attention is stolen away.

“Please,” you whimper. Give it to me. Anything. Fuck me until I pass out and you can’t control yourselves anymore. Please. Anything. I love you. 

Larissa is the first to pull away. She’s slow, letting Alcina steal one last moan from her lungs, before she’s settling back onto her heels and licking the spit from her lips. Slow and appreciative. You figure they both taste like wine and sex and your body begins to squirm without much thought–completely taken by the envious nature that swells in your heart. 

Kiss me too. Please. Please, kiss me too. 

“Poor thing…,” your lover whispers, her breath like a cool balm against your heated skin. You nod immediately, trying to garner some appreciation, some sympathy, and lean your head back to rest on Alcina’s collarbone. She feels so strong behind you, still holding your legs without even a tremor in her forearms - and keeping you open for Larissa, who ducks to nuzzle against your neck. “Have we been neglecting you?” She asks in a murmur, the words flowing like individual pieces of silk from her cherry lips. 

You nod, quickly, and bring your hands up from your thighs to rest over her shoulders. A small tug has her settling closer, pressing so far into you that no space slips between your bodies. Chests kissing and hips locked, the sweat on her skin glistens beneath firelight. 

The hearth is proudly lit and burning away, flickering with shadows that dance across your sinful tango. Everything smells of perfume and sex and you’re eager to feel them moving again. Alcina is starting to hurt, aching so much within her nestled spot that you try to adjust - but her hands only dig into your thighs with renewed vigor. She doesn’t want you to escape. She doesn’t want you to leave. You feel the burn and you stay there for them, because tonight that’s your job. 

Larissa’s little pet. Alcina’s little fucktoy. That’s usually how it goes. 

And the sweet peck that the former gives you a moment later, lingering in the space between your eyebrows, sparks a little whimper to run from your throat. It’s a raw sound, betraying your need, and you watch as Larissa’s eyes soften. She is always so weak for you—never able to keep up the mean façade for very long. She can tease like a motherfucker, but the near punishing pace Alcina often sets is not something she can always adapt to. So she loves as she does now, kissing every bit of your face that she can reach, letting out soft moans that make your mouth water. And when you try moving to capture her lips, lazily twisting your head, she backs away. A terrible game of cat and mouse. A form of torture that has you in near tears because goddammit you just need them to DO something alread-

“Hngh!” A strained, choked sound, taken from the very depths of your eager soul, splits the heavy air.

It’s tinged with pain, overwhelmed with pleasure, as Alcina’s cock, in all of its big glory, drags out of your hole and slams back in.

“Fuck,” you hear her low murmur before the rest of her appreciation is drowned out by Larissa’s gasp. 

She’s clearly very sensitive, instantly shutting her eyes in undeniable bliss as the motions of your dance start up again. Alcina grinds easily, producing the dirtiest sounds as the meat of her thighs slaps against your ass. And no moan is stifled. No growl is hidden. She wants you to hear her. She knows how much it makes you throb, and when that happens, she knows it pleasures them both. And that’s part of it, of course. A common point of teasing. She pulls out certain reactions from you so you can please Larissa. Your sweet angel. Bucking her hips like she is now, a mad woman made by your own hands. White hair in disarray, chest painted in lipstick and light bruises, legs shaking with need. 

They stretch you so well… The perfect fits for your body. Even if it hurts. Even if, occasionally, you wince. It doesn’t matter. You’re just so warm… So easy… Constantly ready to drop to your knees if they ask. Always in the mood to give yourself up. It’s just as Alcina says:

“Such an eager little whore for your Mommies, aren’t you darling?” 

Yes. Yes, you are. 

“Mhm… Our pretty little cocksleeve…”

God, yes.

“Isn’t that right, Larissa? Such a good princess we have, hm?” 

The response is a deep purr. “Without a doubt, my love. So… oh gods, fuck… so obedient…”

Very. The most obedient. No choice but to be. Doesn’t matter. You’re a good princess. Best cocksleeve. All for them. Pretty Mommies…

Out there, you are more than this. You are something perhaps a bit more human. A bit more independently functional. You are expected to do things. Told to be mightier. Conditioned to work and provide and never rest.

But here… 

Oh here you are nothing but a means to an end. A hole to fill as your lovers, all red lips and aureate eyes crashing into sapphires, black and white hair in complete contrast, fuck you at their own paces. Staring at each other over your shoulder, hearts in their pupils, while they use you like the two-holed toy in between. Your pleas go unanswered. Your tears go unlicked.

They use your body like they’ve spent their whole lives waiting to. And your body accepts them. Eager for their care, their love, the heat that they want to fill you with.

“Cum with me, Larissa.” In your foggy haze, you hear Alcina pant. “Please,” she begs, a sweet sound you rarely get to hear, “Help me- hngfuckfuck- f-fill our little girl.” 

The term of endearment has you exploding in goosebumps, growing stiff with the amount of times your cunt squeezes around Larissa’s length in the span of only a few moments. It’s addicting, this position. This intimacy. The mind-numbing passion that follows in the wake of their rapid, eager thrusts. An easy tell for the bliss you’re about to feel. 

“Yes- yesyesyesyesyes!- Al-cina-!” Your fair-haired lover squeaks as she doubles over, presses her forehead into your neck, and pumps her hips erratically. The shiver flows through her veins and comes to a head, quick and hard, as she crumbles inside of you. 

Alcina, delighted by the show of those blue eyes rolling back in pleasure, follows without preamble. Her thrusts are mad, lost in their forgotten timing, and descend into short bursts of strength as she works herself all the way inside and finally gives into the electricity that floats into her body. 

The feeling of their breasts pressed to your front and back, heaving with the love you’ve given them, the Heaven that’s been taken, is enough to send you into a small orgasm of your own. It’s a weak pulse of your body, too tired and hazy to register anything but the thick warm cum that floods you. Spilling and spilling until you’re nearly certain that it’s all going to dribble out onto the length of their cocks as soon as they pull out, and then dirty the bedspread.

But really who gives a fuck about the bedspread? 

They’ll just buy another set, rich and expensive and softer than feathers. 

And then ruin that one too.

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Drops dead - Rip x

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Too tired for tags... waaaa...

[littledollll]

Her favorite dancer

Ballet teacher!Larissa x ballerina!reader

A/n: I started watching Black swan in the living room tv today and was quickly humbled by the amount of sexual scenes, quickly cut that out.

Warnings: unhealthy teacher/student relationship, sexual undertones, condescending, manipulation, slightly mean Larissa

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“Perfect.”

You lived to hear her utter those precious words. Every second of every day revolves around it. Around seeing that proud smile that would reach her eyes, her chin tilted up as she, admired you.

She, the one who should be admired.

The soft, recorded piano music played, surrounding the empty room with its beauty. An unplanned choreography, you were instructed. The music played and you were to follow, let your creativity and desires use your body as a vessel.

Larissa admired the way you moved. The fluidity of your movements. How every muscle tensed and released with each movement. And as you stepped into an arabesque, the dreadful word came out of her mouth. “Hold that.”

You sighed, your position wavering. Larissa tilted her head, stepping behind you.

“You can do better than this. Your leg goes up to your ear, there’s no reason that leg should be so low to the ground.” Her hands found your waist and thigh, fixing your position.

“I want a your leg to be at chest level, minimum. But I know you can do better.”

“Your body was built for this. Your legs are strong, your back is flexible. Use this to your advantage.” She spoke into your ear. “Have you no idea how many girls would kill to have your body?”

“Lean. Feel the weight of your body on your toes, focus the pressure on your hallux. You should know all of this by now. I haven’t been teaching you for months, only for you to still need my corrections.”

“It hurts.” You uttered in a small voice. Larissa chuckled. “Aww it hurts.. are you just a fragile little girl? Is that it? Are you weak?” Her hands tightened around your waist, fingers digging into your skin painfully.

“The stage is no place for weakness. Nor is my studio. If you think you can’t handle it, I encourage you to leave.”

“Beauty hurts. Art hurts. That is no excuse. I say you’re simply being lazy.” You went to speak, defend yourself but she was quick to shush you.

“Silence. You know better than to speak during my class. I don’t need any more words from you.”

There was no softness in her voice. None of the usual smoothness she spoke with. Larissa could be strict when she needed to, truly she often was. But not to you, for some reason.

“I believe I’ve failed you then. Is that what you’re saying? Are you showing me that my teachings have been ineffective to you, girl? Have you managed to learn nothing in all this time, nothing?”

No no no. She couldn’t think that. Not ever. You owe everything to her. Every bit of your talent has been expanded and bettered because of her.

You whimpered, taking a deep breath in and tightening up your position. She nodded approvingly.

“Good.. you wouldn’t dare make me have my very first failure of a student. You won’t tarnish my reputation like that, would you, my beautiful girl?” You shook your head as best as you could without moving too much.

“You should know I expect better from you, little girl.” She sighed.

“Stretch those lovely arms of yours, aligning with the tip of your nose and your ear.”

You shifted as told, of course. But her body against yours wasn’t helping. It was harder to balance with her pressed against your back, making your body subconsciously support itself against her. “Very well done.”

Larissa knows. She’s been teaching for decades, of course she knows that she’s only making you struggle more. Not that she cares. She’s refining you. Making your practice harder only so you can come out on top. That’s what you tell yourself anyways.

“I will not let your talents waste away simply because it ‘hurts’, my dear. The more it hurts, the better you’re doing.” She said as she stepped back, allowing you to find your balance on your own.

You quivered for a moment but didn’t let yourself fall.

“If you fall from that arabesque you will not like the consequences, my beautiful girl.”

You tightened up in a second. You didn’t want to know the consequences. And you surely didn’t want to disappoint her.

You found your center. The raised leg lifting, ankle height going past your shoulder. Your face spotted, unmoving from one of the walls of mirrors.

“Look at that line.. you’re stunning. This, this is why I work on you the most. You have so much potential yet so little dedication. You need me to guide you. One day, you’ll become my prima ballerina. But only if you put your life into this. Into me.”

Yes, you could do that. You could do it for her. You wanted to hear that word again, to hear her smooth voice call you perfect in that proud tone. You wanted her to show you off, be her model student, her star.

“Give me a nice lift, I want to see that knee in line with your head.”

She watched you through the mirror, as you lifted your torso, rib cage tight in its place and slowly lifted your leg as high as you could. “Hold that.”

Part of you wanted to turn around and slap her every time she said those damned words. But you held. Your supporting leg was cramping up already, your calf feeling that painful strain. Your back felt like needles being stabbed all over and then her hands were on you again. One placed at your knee and the other a little too close to your chest.

She supported your torso as she forced the leg up further, further, further until you winced in pain. “That, is your line.”

“Look at that beauty, look at yourself from this mirror, beautiful girl.” You did. It truly was impressive, but you couldn’t reach that without unbearable amounts of pain, and even less without her hands forcing it. You couldn’t do it on your own.

“One day, my star. Very soon, this will seem like nothing to you. You’ll be able to do it all on your own.” She murmured, dropping your leg but not moving her other hand from its position.

She watched your leg drop in the slightest, you not being able to hold it as she had it. “We’ll work more on this, don’t you worry, little girl.”

“Drop.” She commanded, and you couldn’t stop yourself from falling into the ground, smacking your supporting leg in hopes to ease the cramp. “A little more graceful than that, next time.”

“Yes ma’am.” You said with a shaky breath, looking up at her. A sliver of tears were gathering in your eyes.

She loved it when you called her that. That sweet voice of yours, a little pained and shaky. “Oh it’s alright.. stretch that leg sweetheart, I’ll help you.”

She got on her knees before you, taking off your points shoes and rolling up your tights on that leg before she began to give you a gentle massage. “The trick is to do it in the opposite way you put pressure on it. So up, instead of down. Smacking never really helped me, plus we wouldn’t want to bruise that pretty skin of yours.”

“Thank you..” you said quietly, and Larissa looked up at you with a sweet smile, bringing a hand to caress your cheek. “Of course, my beautiful girl.”

“Did- did I do good?”

“You did wonderfully today. My favorite little student, you’re always a good girl.”

You blushed, resting your head against your knee as you looked at her with a tilted head. “Thank you, ma’am.”

Larissa nodded, patting your cheek. “You may leave now, sweet girl. Don’t practice at home tonight, okay? I don’t want my favorite girl straining herself. I’ll be seeing you here tomorrow.”

[onequeerhuman]

Literal 5 min bus stop sketch of Gwen in that one pic because i could not stop thinking abt it🤭

[milfsntosaturn]

can we just talk about how sweet it was that despite her past with morticia addams, larissa weems wanted to protect wednesday, and her reaction to seeing her fit in and have a good time at the rave’n was too precious 😩

[tonks-21]

HOW SHE SHOWS HER LOVE TO YOU

Tw: +18

Words of affirmation

It's natural for Larissa to just drop some compliments from time to time. She can't avoid it, you're her person, and that's not taken for granted.

Larissa likes how you react, all flustered and smiling widely, it is so smooth for her. Seeing you like that gives her the courage to hang on in her busy life. Just to get back to you tomorrow.

She hates it when you talk bad about yourself. When you do so, she stops you covering your face with kisses and reassures you.

She has some lovey-dovey nicks for you, but these are the ones she uses the most:

Dear

Sweety

Sunshine

Lighting star

Physical touch

Ok, with the type of workaholic we all know this woman is, Larissa commonly collapses on you by past midnight. The touch of your skin drives her to heaven, not only sexually, but also mentally. So Larissa is quite touchy every day, always looking for your hand or waist unconsciously. A really touch-starved baby. Well, a big touch-starved baby.

Sometimes, she doesn't really know what's going on with her, so she just gets lost in your arms and nuzzles your neck with her nose, before kissing you passionately. It really calms her down and lets her think about the problem she has.

And, if you can't sleep, she presses against you, lulling you to relax you.

Acts of service

She thinks of you a lot throughout the day, so sometimes, if she arrives and you are still working on your laptop, she usually makes you tea or something of your preference. Or, if you are sporty, making you the protein shakes. Even if you are just doing your hobbies, she would worry about asking how are you doing and encouraging you to continue with those ideas, even if you don't see their end.

Gift giving

Even if she prefers to spend your free days cozy together at home, she also likes going out, to the shops that you two like at Nevermore. And, sometimes, the things that got your eye appear in her hands or on bed days later.

Quality time

Larissa, with her job as Director of Nevermore, can't save that much time she'd like to be with you. But she covers you with love all the time she has. When she is doing her duties, Larissa can't help but think of the evening, when she'll get out of there and come back to you.

[willisnotmental]

i’m starting to see a pattern in some of the woman i’m attracted to and i don’t think it’s a good thing

[myzzjolanda]

All those posts of Larissa being a cat, made me think.

And now I cannot think about Larissa without a plushie of a kitten. I'm certain she has a plushie of a black kitten with huge blue eyes and she can't sleep without her kitten. If she lost her plushy, she throws a massive tantrum, since she is so worried about her poor plushie.

...I'm having a fanfic idea now. Who wants this as a fic?

[imreadyforgwen]

❤️🖤

[elijahslittleprincess]

~So desperately blind~

Pairing : Larissa Weems x reader

Its pure angst / with happy ending really buys it's cute!

Warning : None really reader is just stewpid~

It all started when you met your new botanical and science teacher, Marilyn Tornhill. She was passionate and enthusiastic about plants, she loved teaching and had so much care for her students. Really the woman was a real angel and you immediately felt a bond when the both of you first chatted.

What surprised you the most though, was the fact that this bond you felt seemed to be quite reciprocated. It didn't take long before the both of you started seeing each other outside class to read about plants or eat together. It was really amazing how you were getting along and apparently, this fact attracted the attention of a certain principale.

She had summoned you to her office later that day, claiming she had seen the both of you and that's when she told you about her fears toward Marilyn's. You were stunned at first then totally pissed and it ended up in a heated fight.

~Flashback to the argument~

Y/n Love, Can't you see she's in love with you, it's such an evidence!

I mean she's looking at you the exact same way that I do!

You rolled your eyes and groan before talking with an annoyed like tone.

And how exactly are you looking at me Larissa?!

Your tone seemed to take aback the women because her voice froze for a second, her lips agape and a hurt like expression on. Then she just murmured something delicately.

I...I look at you like you are my whole life Y/n...because that's what you are for me.

You looked at her with surprised after that, you definitely didn't expect that when you asked. Your traits soften and you felt your heart melt at her words for an instant. It almost made you forget the topic for an instant and your anger desapeared in a cloud of smoke. Until...

I know what being in love with someone look like darling and I can't loose you to someone else y/n. I don't share and I don't like to see you with her, it makes me anxious and I don't trust her.

There. Your anger suddenly was back in full force and you felt like hitting the wall aside of you for a second.

Larissa for fuck sake! Marilyn is not in love with me and I'm done with that conversation. I can't deal with your moody jealous fit that are unjustified by the way. I'll see you around!

You left without saying anything else, just exiting the blondes office totally undignified and pissed about her accusations toward your friend. You just knew Marilyn wasn't enamoured with you and you couldn't believe Larissa's was that toxic. I mean, trying to keep you from having a friend really!?

~End of flashback~

Since that argument, your relationship had degraded quite fast. Larissa had taken her distances with you, hurt by your words and offended that you chooses to believe Marilyn instead of her without a second thought. Larissa wasn't sleeping in your common bedroom with you anymore, you weren't eating together at lunchtime and she barely talked to you during the days. Your life was an empty space now without her. You felt incomplete and it was hurting you more and more every day. You started to regret what had happen and feel quite guilty about it all. To be honest, it was eating you alive every day that was passing without her. Yet you didn't do anything about it, even if you craved to see her again and wanted your relationship to get back the way it was, you couldn't let her win. It would just send the message that you thought her fears about Marilyn were true. It couldn't happen, because it wasn't true. Marilyn Thornhill wasn't in love with you.

That's why you didn't stop spending time with her. Actually, you started seeing her even more after the incident. Of course you didn't informed her about what happen between you and Larissa, in fear of making yourself look like a fool but yes you got even closer with you dear friend. That fact made your inner lost and heartbreak bearable at least while you figured what to do to make things right again.

But then, it happened. What you have denied for the past week and lost the love of your life for.

Marilyn one night came to your office, all pretty and smiling innocently at you, then she had walked in and circled your desk to come and stand just in front of you. Still sat on your chair you looked at her in pure interrogation, wondering what she wanted from you at this hour. Then, out of nowhere the ginger women had took your face between her finger and placed her lips on yours surprising the shit out of you.

Panic took over you the second you realised what was happening and you pushed her off you quite hastily. Your face was frozen in place and you had a pure expression of incredulity on. It couldn't be real right. She didn't just kissed you...that was just a dream. Yet, it wasn't and your botanical science teacher had in fact really just kissed you.

Larissa was right...all along and you didn't believed her. You betrayed the only person you loved more than life for...for Marilyn.

Oh god.

You stood up instantly at the sudden realisation of your mistake, hoping it wasn't to late. You didn't even cared for the women that was still on the ground just in front of your office chair and shooting excuses asking for forgiveness. She didn't mattered anymore. Larissa was the only thing that you had in mind anymore and you needed to fix the mess you made.

You rushed out of your office faster that you had tough yourself capable of, then you literally ran to you girlfriend office, eyes full of tears and feeling worse that you ever had.

What if she didn't loved you anymore. What if she wouldn't forgive you after what you did and just push you away.

The only thought of it made your body want to crumble on the ground and increased your pain at the point you had to keep yourself from stopping in your track.

At some point you arrived in front of Larissa's office door and you nothing but literally hit on it has many time you could muster before she opened to you.

Her expression was cold and hard at first when she stood in front of you at the door. Yet, rapidly when she saw your state, her walls crumble right down and she let you in.

At this point you were a pathetic sobbing and whimpering mess and you could barely muster any words.

The blonde took you in her arms no matter how much the situation between the both of you was complicated at the moment and started shushing you to calm down. Her delicates voice making your body shudder and tremble because of how much you missed hearing it. Instinctively you cling yourself to her body has much you could and tried to sozzled your sense with her sent to calm down.

Shhh, It's ok my love you are fine don't worry I got you now.

She said with her honeyed voice while tangling her hands in your hair to shoot your nerve down.

She was everything. The only thing you needed more than breathing and you couldn't even manage to find a reason why you had acted like this with her. You didn't deserved her.

After a while of whispering reassuring words to you and leaving soft caress to your skin, you finally manage to get a hang of yourself.

Then, with a shaking voice you started talking and explaining everything that happened to her hoping that she would still love you after all this. It was your only hope...

I..I'm so sorry Riss I should have listened to you and stop seeing her the second you told me! I'm so stupid, I love you sooooo much I don't want to lose you I can't loose you I love you to much for that and I won't survive it if I can't be with you again.

These past days have been a nightmare and I felt so guilty but I was to blind to see that Marilyn really loved me! I can't believe how fucking stupid I was! please please forgive me I...I don't deserve you I know that. And you definitely shouldn't be with me because you deserve better that someone that isn't listening to what you say and treat you like I did. But...I love you so much I won't survive to see you with someone else and I can't live without you.

God I'm so sorry Larissa.

There, you were sobbing again and this time it was even worse that before. It sounded like you were dying inside and you had difficulty to breath.

Larissa that had listened to everything you said and that was still holding you against her, looked at you with a pity that you didn't deserve at all. She loved you and seeing how bad you felt for everything made her anger disappear. She just wanted to hug you to her to feel you close because god knows how much she missed you since you two argued. Yes she still felt hurt by your betrayal and of course she would need time to trust you again after that. Yet, she never stopped loving you more that anything and she still wanted to be with you. So she took your wet face between her hand and raised your head up to look at her. When it was done and your irises met, the tall blonde you love just kissed the tip of your nose.

I forgive you my dumb little love. But, please promesse me it's the last time you do that to me...it really hurt to feel betrayed by the one you love.

You let a little smile appear on your lips at her words feeling all hope back up and your love for the women exploding.

I promesse Rissa I'll never do this again I just want you and that's all I will ever need.

Your girlfriend at this smiled at your and leaned back into your space, laying a kiss to your lips this time. You whimper in pure bliss at the contact and at her taste, before kissing her back with enthusiasm forgetting about everything else.

After all, she was by now the only thing you wanted and you felt like the making up night following this kiss was going to be quite long...

[geekyarmorel]

The Kissing Booth

A Larissa×Reader oneshot

A festival was happening in town and Nevermore had volunteered to host a few booths. There was a dunk tank, throwing dart booth, ring toss game, and of course a kissing booth. A lot of the students were excited to work the kissing booth or at least participate in getting kisses. There was one rule that was stressed: no making out. Other than that it was left to the discretion of the kisser to decide to decline a kiss or not.

Each booth had a class and a sponsor or two who worked it. And just your luck it was the kissing booth that you had to work. You were playfully teased by your coworkers about passing out kisses, some saying they'd take a few. You playfully rolled your eyes and said "Just make sure you pay. No free kisses allowed."

They laughed before heading off to their respective booths or chaperone the kids. Vlad lingered behind giving you a smirk. "Maybe you'll be lucky and you'll get a kiss from you know who."

"Hush." You say with a blush, "If one of the kids hear you I'll never hear the end of it." You didn't need to tell him that you had already thought of the possibility of kissing her. No that would stay to yourself. "Besides she's too professional for that and she would have to like me. There's no way that could ever happen, she's completely out of my league. Now get out of here, you've got students to chaperone." You shoo him away, doing your rounds of walking and checking in with the kids. You had the last shift of the night at the booth so you had time to kill.

On one of your rounds you managed to spot her in all her stunning glory. Larissa Weems. She wore a form fitting cream pencil skirt with a deep blue blouse that made her eyes even bluer than they were. She smiles as she sees you, turning to come toward you. "Hello dear."

"Hello Larissa." You smile back, heart flipping in your chest at her voice. "Enjoying the festival?"

"I am. It's so good to see our students mix and mingle with the normals." Her voice proud as she answered. "And you? How are you finding it?"

"Good so far. I thought maybe about playing a game or two. May visit a food cart and get some funnel cake."

"I was just planning on visiting a food cart as well. There's one that has the best cheeseburgers. Would you like to join me for a bite?" She offers, gesturing toward the booths.

You try to keep your blush down as your brain ran rampant. There was no way she was asking you for a dinner date like it wanted to think. "Sure." You smile and walk beside her. "So the best cheeseburgers?"

"Yes. It's why I skipped dinner tonight. I look forward to it every year." She says with a small laugh. "And funnel cake for you?"

"It's only the best fair food." You answer, "Though I might try a cheeseburger if it's really as good as you say."

"It is, I highly recommend it." She smiles, getting in line with you. It doesn't take long to place your orders and get your food. You sat together and ate, chatting and carrying on like long time friends. You shared your funnel cake with her which made her eyes light up in delight. After eating you walked around more and stopped at a game booth. "That's a cute little bunny." Larissa says as she looks over the prizes.

You eye the fluffy gray bunny stuffie, it was pretty cute. With a determined smile you payed the woman working the ball toss booth. "It is pretty cute." You agree, tossing the balls toward the baskets. After a couple of tries you managed to win the bunny. "Here." You say, handing it over to Larissa. She blushed and smiled shyly making your heart flutter.

"You didn't have to do that." She said, clutching the stuffie in her arms to her chest.

"It was fun to play." You say with a shrug, trying to play it off like no big deal. It wasn't a date, you kept repeating over and over again. Just two coworkers hanging out. She's out of your league but you had to admit it to yourself that you'd win her a million more if she would always blush and smile like that. A tone played from your phone reminding you that your shift at the kissing booth was happening soon. "Oh boy my turn at the booth." You weren't for sure but for a second it looked like Larissa pouted before nodding understandingly.

"I would hate for you to be late. Perhaps I'll come by later and see how you're doing." She smiles softly and the idea makes you blush brightly.

"O-okay." You stutter out, before bidding her goodbye noticing the amusement gleam in her eyes. Mentally scolding yourself on the way to the booth for that embarrassing stutter. The booth wasn't so busy allowing your mind to wander and replay the night so far. You had enjoyed it, wishing that maybe she felt the same way even though it was so unlikely.

You had about thirty minutes left of your shift when Larissa came up, the bunny tucked under her arm. "Hello again."

"Hey." You greet with a smile and a quirk of your brow. "I thought you were going to be busy rounding up students since the fair is almost over."

"I was distinctly told to go enjoy myself by Vlad. He's spearheading the round up for me." She replied, fiddling with the fluff of the bunny's ear. "How has your shift been?"

"It's been decent I guess. Haven't had many people stop by." You answer, leaning over and propping your head up with your hand. "Vlad got a kiss from me."

Larissa pursed her lips, a jealous look slipped across her face before she could control it. "He did, did he?"

You can't believe it, was she actually jealous? She couldn't be.....could she? "Yes one big kiss on the cheek." You answered, smirking very gently.

She blinked and a embarrassed blush colored her cheeks. "Oh." Larissa looked off to the side for a moment before looking back at you. "So how much for a kiss?"

"It's a dollar for a short and sweet kiss. Two dollars gets you a little bit longer kiss." You answer eyeing her as you tilted your head. "Why do you want one?" The thought making your heart race, possibly getting to kiss her? Shit you'd pay for that yourself.

"I do." She smiles brilliantly, reaching into a pocket and pulling out a ten dollar bill. "Five lingering kisses please." You take the money and slip it into the cash box, trying to control your own blush.

"Where would you like them?"

"Pardon?"

"Where would you like your kisses?" You repeat. "Do you want them on your cheeks? Lips? Forehead? Hands?"

She thought for a moment before smiling mischievously. "Surprise me." You give her a nod and she delightedly leaned into your space, eyes briefly flickering to your lips. Your hand slipped up and cupped her face, lips softly pressing a lingering kiss to her cheek. There was a soft catch in her breathe and your heart fluttered.

You tilted her head down and pressed another kiss to her forehead, then her other cheek. Two kisses left and one of them was pressed to her nose. Pulling back just a little your eyes darted to her lips, her mouth parted ever so slightly. Leaning in your lips were a breath apart when a student yelled, "Miss Y/N!" You pulled back as you snapped up and turned to the voice. Larissa hung there briefly before she to straightened. "Darla isn't feeling well, she's already been sick once."

"I'm coming Maria, thank you." You look at Larissa, "I'm sorry, rain check on that last kiss?"

A hopeful look filled her eyes, "Of course. Come by my office once we get everything settled? Maybe have a glass of wine with me?"

"I would like that." You smile, nodding your acceptance. "See you then." Parting ways you went to the student and helped get her on the way back to school and to the nurse. You also helped put away the booth before heading back to Nevermore yourself. It was a little late but you felt light, the idea of giving Larissa another kiss in the forefront of your mind. You knock on the office door, entering at her call.

She sat behind her desk, the little bunny sitting right beside her laptop. It made you smile, "I trust everything is fine now?" Rising she turned to gather a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Yes, she's fine. Ate to much and rode to many rides." You answer, coming to sit on her chaise as she motioned to it. Handing you your glass you both chatted and drank contently, the occasional laugh or chuckle making an appearance. You could get used to this, these little moments with her. Your heart squeezed painfully, reminding you to not get ahead of yourself. The conversation fell silent, a blush spreading on your cheeks as you cleared your throat. "Would you like your last kiss now?"

"Yes, please." She said, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "That is, if you want to."

"I want to." You say quickly, making yourself blush at your eagerness. "I do want to." Larissa smiled and leaned in closer to you, a very soft hum slipping from her throat as your hand came to cup her cheek again. You leaned in close, nearly losing your breathe as you kissed her. The kiss lingered for a moment before you start to part, only for her to chase after your lips. Lips met in another kiss and another and another, it wasn't long before you ran your tongue across her lips and she deepened the kiss. Her hands reached for you and yours slipped around her neck. In an instant you had straddled her hips, lips intangled in kisses as her hands held onto your hips. Finally you both part for air and you realize what kind of position you're in.

Before you could panic she speaks, "I know this unprofessional but I've wanted to kiss you for so long."

"I have too." You admit trying to resist going back and kissing her again. "I.....I really like you Larissa, you make my heart flutter. Could I please take you on a date?"

A delighted smile lit up her face and she pressed a kiss to your lips. "Of course darling. I would love to go on a date with you." You hum happily, capture her lips again and again and again.

In the morning light you wake in her embrace and can't help the smile that graces your lips. You could get used to mornings like this.

[rippersz]

Happy Lesbian Visibility Week to her:

🩷❤️🧡🤍🩷❤️🧡🤍🩷❤️🧡🤍🩷❤️🧡🤍

[littledollll]

Ok but manipulative obsessive ballet teacher larissa keeping her star student after hours so they can focus on her technique in more ways than one

AND YOU JUST KNOW SHE’LL HAVE HER HANDS ON HER STUDENT AT ALL TIMES

It’s to help your form she says, definitely not just to see how flustered you can get

Private lessons

Ballet teacher!Larissa x ballerina!reader

A/n: is this becoming a thing? I think it’s becoming a thing. I’m kinda obsessed, could be a little AU for us?👀 also I’d like to note that while I’m not gonna specify age in hopes of inclusivity, reader is around their mid 20’s.

HAH I wrote that back when I thought I was gonna have the ideas and motivation keep writing. Anyways, this is my last draft. Hope you enjoy!!

Warning: unhealthy teacher/student relationship, touching, sexual undertones, little bit of mean Larissa

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“I will say this once and only once. At this level none of you should not need me walking you through every little step like the girls from baby ballet!” Larissa spoke loud enough to fill the room, before signaling the pianist to begin playing.

Everyone ran to form a line across the back of the room, you ending up fifth in line for the exercise. Perfect spot. Only four in front to watch, and be done quickly.

“However you’d like to start, give me four pique turns to the center, four changing fouettés, pas de bourree and close with a triple.”

One by one each student went. Some being sent back to start from the beginning if they messed up, some going without comment, very rarely did she praise anyone.

Your turn came, you started in a simple fifth position, spotting towards the diagonal which just so happened to be exactly where Larissa was standing. You had no trouble keeping your eyes on her.

“Thank you!” She said in a very clearly annoyed tone. “Finally someone who knows how to spot correctly. The rest of you should learn a little from this starting position. Go on, my dear. I apologize for interrupting your start.” You gave a short nod and began your sequence. Everything was going perfectly until the final part, where you failed to complete the third turn, but saved it by landing on fifth.

You quickly got up and were about to scurry back to the beginning but Larissa spoke up. “No need. You were perfect till the very end and at least saved it. Back of the line.”

You smiled, Larissa smiled back, giving you- a wink? Oh you must have been seeing things. She wouldn’t. What an odd thing it would be for her to do. Regardless, you nodded, looking down as you walked past her only for her to stop you in your tracks and tilt your chin up with her pointer finger. “A ballerina walks proudly. She floats with a straight back and gentle steps. Chin up, my dear.”

Surely she could see the dark red blush covering your cheeks, she nodded you off to continue walking, a smile still on her lips.

When she turned to continue the class, her smile fell, and the strict teacher was back.

When everyone was done with diagonal, she called back to center. “That will be all for today. Applaud yourself for the effort and I will see you all tomorrow.” She locked eyes with you as she spoke, before turning to talk to the pianist while everyone packed up and left.

“You. Stay back, my dear.” A few girls looked back, but she was very clearly talking to you. Her direct tone made it seem like you were in trouble, making your heart race.

“O-okay. Should I keep my pointes on?” You spoke as you stopped in the middle of untying the ribbon. “Yes, please do.”

“Is something wrong, ma’am?” You asked softly as you noticed her staring, watching you. She shook her head with a smile. “Nothing at all, darling. You’re a great student, I’d just like to give you a few pointers.”

By the time you finished tying your ribbons back on securely, and stood, walking over to her, everyone else was already gone, even the pianist. And Larissa had closed the door with the last one out.

“I’ll start with how you failed that triple turn. It shouldn’t be much of a difficult thing for someone of your level…” she mutters.

“Yes, I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.” You said, lowering your head.

Larissa stepped in front of you, so close you could practically feel her breathing as she once again tilted your chin up. “What did I say about ballerinas, sweetheart.”

You blushed at the closeness, this woman was beyond beautiful, and talented. Having her this up close felt like an honor. You felt so small next to her. “They walk proudly.” You answered.

“Good girl. So you do listen.” She stepped back and you immediately missed her presence so close to yours. “Fortunately for you, I do know what happened.”

She rounded you. “Get into fourth, give me a clean double.” You did as told, a clean double pirouette, finishing back in fourth position.

“Good. Now give me a triple, this time focus on what you’re feeling.” Again, you did as told and just like last time fell on the last turn.

“Do you see the problem?” “Yes- I think so.” She nods. “Tell me.”

“My heel is on the floor by the time I’m in the third turn.” She looked at you proudly for a moment. “Very good. You’re dropping your heel. When you do a double it’s no issue because you’re still high on pointe. But you’re turning in demi at the third. No dancer of mine turns in demi at this level. That’s for the little girls. Tell me miss, are you a little girl?”

“I- well- no of course not.” She hummed, bringing a chair in front of the mirror, centered in the room. She pointed at you to move to the center as well as she sat down, crossing her gorgeously long legs.

Any dancer would die for those. You’re sure she was the envy of the whole school back when she was just a student. “You’re acting like it. You turn like it.” Her voice brought you back in the moment.

“Anyone can do a simple turn. I’m sure the damn pianist could come do one for us. Anyone can do a double too. Any one of the juniors at this establishment could. You’re failing, at this age and this level. I mean you can do it, but you don’t do it well.”

“I can. I promise you I can. I’ve done it before!” You rushed to prove yourself to her. She was the last person on earth you wanted to disappoint.

“Well of course you have. You wouldn’t be in this level if you couldn’t pull off a simple triple turn. So what is it? Are you finding the easy way? Is this you being lazy, in my class, miss?”

You wanted to cry at just the idea of disappointing her.. and this was how she saw you? Some lazy brat in an advanced class while she was God herself to you? That wouldn’t do.

“I’ll help you, my girl. You dance beautifully, you move and project emotions the way no other can. But you’re falling at the basics. All the talent and emotion in the world won’t save you if you can’t pull off a good turn. Try to think of any important role to dance which doesn’t turn.”

“There’s not many..” you said quietly. You wanted to bring your head down again, truly, you felt shameful. You could do it, both of you knew that. But you weren’t, why is that? Larissa wondered.

“Not any, my dear.” She sighed, walking behind you. “I want you to try for four turns with me here. I will spin and support you. Just keep that heel up.” You nodded, getting into fourth, and doing a plié before starting your turns.

Larissa’s hands moved quickly around your waist, guiding you through every turn and stopping at the four count. “You’re very capable. You can spot well, you could turn ten times with me here, I bet. But I trust you know that there won’t always be a pas de deux in every show or every dance. There won’t always be somebody to help you turn.”

“Yes I know, ma’am.” She smiled. “Of course you do. You’re a smart girl, my dear.”

“You trust that I won’t let you fall, yet you’re not trusting yourself.” She said, squeezing your hips lightly as she kept her hands in place. “You have the strength to stay up, no doubt. Trusting yourself is just as important.”

“Let’s try to balance on pasé for a few, hm? Get your body comfortable with staying up for a longer time.” She stepped back.

Her eyes were racking over your body. You could feel it, it only made your blush grow deeper. “Slowly. Take your foot from the ground up to your ankle first.” You moved as she spoke, she seemed to approve of that.

“Up your calf… and above your knee. Do not rest it, now hold.” You were perfectly still once she told you to hold position, settling all the shaking in an instant.

“Your breathing cannot interrupt you. I want it to look like you’re not even breathing. Keep that rib cage closed tightly and focus. Imagine there is a string going straight through the center of your body, pulling you up toward the ceiling.”

You breathed slowly, barely. Not even thinking about uttering a word at this moment. “Turning is much easier than balancing. You have more momentum to stay up, and as long as you don’t move and exaggerated amount you can get away with not being perfectly in center with your body. Though you should be.”

You felt the warmth of her hands again. You could see her blurry in the mirror, trying to keep your face straight. You stared right into your own eyes.

Her hands were under your breasts for a moment, pressing down on your rib cage gently. “Tightly closed. Very good, my darling.. very good.” She whispered.

Larissa’s hands caressed your thighs before reaching your knee, spreading your leg a little more open. “I should be able to see you in one line if I were to look at you from the side. Keep your knee aligned with your shoulder.” She spoke softly, having no need for loud words as she was practically pressed up against you.

Your balance shook as she adjusted you, but she didn’t let you fall. Instead helping you find your balance once more before moving on. “You’re focusing too much on me. I’m not even here. Now rest.”

You sighed in relief as she gave that command, letting your pointe trail down your leg the same way it trailed up, until you reached fifth position and got off pointe, allowing yourself to rest.

“That was very good.. I would’ve been a little disappointed had you not done that. Half the girls would rush, out of sheer desperation but you.. you did that stunningly. A very good girl, you are.”

“Thank you, ma’am.. I’ll be honest, I do my best to impress you…” Larissa quirked her brow. “Is that right.. Well, lovely girl, you do a good job at it. Let’s get those turns right and I’ll be even more impressed, proud, even.” Larissa hummed as she traced down your spine with her long fingers, and then reached your skirt.

Shamelessly, she began untying it, removing the garment from your body and throwing it next to her chair. “That thing only makes seeing the things I need to see harder.” You nodded in agreement, feeling your skin heat up as she held your hips for a few moments much longer than necessary.

“We will work on your left side another time. For now I want to focus on getting that left heel to stay up.” She stepped back, moving around you to be in front now. “Give me a triple pirouette.”

You took a deep breath in, breathing out slowly. You moved into fourth position, doing a deep plié before you started.

This time, you stayed up longer, but let your heel fall by the end. Larissa sighed. “Again.”

It went on for some time. Each time you would get closer to doing it right, finally. “Again.”

“Let’s try something. Think about doing four. Set your mind, we’re doing four turns, but remember you’re closing, cleanly, on the third.” You nodded, feeling anxious about how many tries this has already taken. No doubt you felt Larissa was tired of this.

With the thought cemented on your mind, you went for four. Just keep the heel up for four.

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three, close it!” You landed it right as she finished speaking, closing on a tight fifth position, your arms rounded and lowered around your bellybutton.

“Absolutely perfect. You did perfect, my dear. That was the cleanest I’ve ever seen you turn.”

“Why’d you count?” You said in a whiny tone and Larissa couldn’t help but chuckle. “You all hate it when I count. But it helped you, didn’t it? I’m just guiding you, my beautiful girl.”

You smiled, “yeah it did help..”

“Come, sweet girl.” With hurting legs you walked to her, standing in front of her with little idea of what exactly to do. But she grabbed your hand and pulled you towards herself, wrapping you in a soft hug.

It was certainly an odd thing to do, but her warmth was something you seeked.. and God, was being in her arms delightful.

She rubbed your sides gently, caressing over your soft leotard. “You did very well, my star. I want to see this progress shown in the next class, yes?” You nodded, nuzzling yourself against her neck without even thinking about it. And breathing in.. she smelled expensive, a little woody but also floral. You wanted to bathe in whatever perfume it was she wore.

“Very good, my girl. It’s time for you to get home.” You almost whined as you pulled away from her, and Larissa hushed you. “Change out of your pointes, and don’t forget your skirt. I have to close up here soon.”

You nodded, going over to your bag and quickly changing into your street shoes and some shorts. “Um, thank you, ma’am. For helping me and everything.”

“It’s a pleasure to help such a delightful student like you, always.” You blushed, waving a quick goodbye before practically skipping out of the room.

Larissa smiled as she saw it written clear across your face, she had you wrapped around her little finger. What a good girl you truly were.

[onequeerhuman]

AAAAHHH GWENNNN!!!!

i love herrrrrr <3

[milfsntosaturn]

the way larissa weems shape shifted in 1x02 of wednesday…yeah that was incredibly hot

[tonks-21]

Larissa Weems dating headcanons | Ikea date hcs | +18 | Wednesday | Corvey’s chest

Tw: +18

Content: fluff

• At first, she didn’t even know this type of date existed

• She’s a car talker. Also enjoys silence, but she likes to have a conversation while let the sight change every second

• Larissa did never step into an Ikea💀

• If she did it was to take a package or buy a big thing, because it was for sure some furniture already noted on her phone

• Well now to the date

• She is so cute

• Cute at the level of following you as a puppy

• Because she doesn’t know where is anything and is actually surprised there are that much things

• And she likes and admires how you are that well-oriented there (or just following the flow unbothered)

• This woman likes when you ask her for her opinion on something

• Would laugh if you change the position of those small wood puppets or pose excessively next to something like candles

• And would take you a photo while laughing

• She likes the calm and cool spirit you are there

• And the fact that even with a headphone on, you would pay attention to her and her comments

• She would find cute that you like old-fashioned things

• Would get tired after a while but continue following you anyway with a smile printed on her face

• So cute 🥹

• Likes to see you in a more relaxed and comfortable outfit

• Likes seeing couples and people with kids searching for babies stuff

• She wants to do that with you someday if you feel the same

• If you see someone you don’t like, she would let you use her as a shield (bc i mean she’s tall as fuck-)

• Takes some photos of furniture and stuff she would like to have in your future house together

• When you ask her/ she tells you is flustered and excited about it

• In the end she thinks it was refreshing for her.

• She insists on buying some flowers for her office, but when you two get them, she gives them to you with a “It was a strange but cute date. I loved it. Thank you, darling”