I'm Not Alright, This Is Way Too Cute For Me. I Want A Relationship With Larissa Weems So Bad! Imagine

I'm not alright, this is way too cute for me. I want a relationship with Larissa Weems so bad! Imagine her hugging you like that😭

A kinda more wholesome Larissa sketch page (if you ignore the blatant thirsting on the right oops) I have this super vivid memory of her having her hair down at some point in the series but after combing the internet I’m guessing I must’ve dreamt it! Very sad at that missed opportunity, but I guess a drawing will have to suffice for now 

hello my favourite fanfiction writer,

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

thank you <3

Ride or Die

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1140

Warning: none?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

can you make pt. 2 of i’m leaving

For everyone whos been asking, I'm planing on writing a part two! It's on my list, I just don't have a lot of time atm because of school, hope you understand! <3

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

One Bed

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1010

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

A/n: hope you like!!<3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

PLEASE AND THANK YOU IF YOU DO ❤️

Beg

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1511

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

A/n: hope you like it!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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