#wednesday larissa weems

[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.”

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[na-shoba]

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and big thanks to my partner @bri-sonat for helping me!

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They are busy busy business ladies. Alcina runs the Dimitrescu Vineyard and often encounters all of the complexities that come with owning a company, while Larissa runs Nevermore and deals with her own pile of tasks each day. They’re fiercely independent like that, but even the strongest, tallest, most intelligent businesswomen have to find solace somewhere. In this case, it’s found in each other… and in you.

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ʚ♡ɞ Larissa’s top two love languages are Gift Giving and Quality Time. Physical Touch is a close third. She hates not spending time with both of you and does whatever she can to free up her schedule. It’s difficult, but she manages because you two are worth it. And date nights, vacations, even little trips to town are the things that keep her happy and smiling. She’s always the first to suggest you all go somewhere, and even if you or Alcina are especially tired, you fall prey to her big glittering blue eyes. As soon as her face falls and she starts to pout, Alcina makes a show of covering your eyes and her own with her hands.

“Oh draga (darling in Romanian) don’t look now. She’ll tempt us. Drag us off to Hell. She’s utterly insatiable.” And you’ll giggle while Larissa’s expression falls sharp and her eyebrow ticks up. “Hell? You don’t think I’m an angel?” And Alcina can only roll her eyes before pushing you off to grab your jersey while she swipes an arm around Larissa’s waist and brings her into a kiss. “You are an angel. Sometimes.” “And other times?” They both grin. “The most wicked devil I know.”

Her gifts are also always from the heart. Very sentimental, like a well-written card, or a niche thing from the Jericho antique shop that she thinks you’d like. For Alcina, it could be a very ornate wine opener, and for you it could be an old broach or a locket big enough to put a picture of your family in.

ʚ♡ɞ Alcina’s top two love languages are Gift Giving and Physical Touch. Acts of Service is a close third. The truth is, she has a lot of money. A lot. Like a lot. And she is eager to show it off and spoil you two. Now Larissa is just as proud a woman, and enjoys her freedom and independence to pick out her own wardrobe, but Alcina can’t help herself. Larissa returned home one time and Alcina instantly rushed in to wrap a beautiful Parisian fur coat around her shoulders. It was the perfect size, the perfect length. Larissa wears it every winter, even if she told Alcina that she didn’t have to. It came with matching gloves, but Larissa slips those onto your hands so you two can match when you go out together. And as for yourself, her special little darling, she’ll seek out the things you’ve mentioned (even in very brief passing) that you liked. Oh that cute little trinket you saw in an Instagram advertisement? Suddenly it’s on the kitchen island waiting for you with a little note from ‘Yours, ~ A. D.’ - She signs her initials like that every time. You and Larissa keep them in a hidden box. It’s nearly full.

And I don’t think it really comes as a surprise when I say Alcina is a big admirer of physical touch with her loved ones. She is fiercely protective and vain, so she adores showing you off as the two women on her arm, but if someone stares for a little two long, her gaze burns her through sunglasses. The bright gold always startles normies. So this usually means she walks in the middle of you two whenever you’re out, with both of you on each arm. But if Larissa’s the one who is treating you all, she walks in the middle and struts around proudly.

ʚ♡ɞ You wanted to do it one time, just to see what it was like, and you looked like a young woman with your lesbian mothers. It was very embarrassing. They teased you HEAVILY. Every shop you went into, it was always “Oh what about this sweetheart? Do you want this for your room? Right next to your diploma?” Or “Oh this frame would be perfect. We could put it with your school pictures love, what do you think?” - You got so frustrated and flustered that you walked right off and it took them 5 minutes to realize you had literally walked away further down the street. Alcina scented you out and came to find you in a perfume store, trying to hide your smell. When they got there, you glared until they agreed they’d never do it again (but sometimes it slips in when they’re feeling wicked).

ʚ♡ɞ Now of course that does lead to power dynamics- which are very much a thing in this relationship. When it comes to Alcina Dimitrescu’s involvement, there will always be power dynamics. She is very not normal about her control issues, but that’s okay. You love her anyway. And Larissa learns to accept that it is both a blessing and a curse. She has to spend a lot of her own days in control, but it’s not necessarily by choice all the time. Before you two, she was very lonely and had to compensate with work, but now that she is with you, she has the opportunity to relinquish some of the control and responsibility that comes with the job. Thank goodness Alcina is all too eager to pick up the slack.

ʚ♡ɞ In terms of personality dominance, those two definitely take the cake. It is, to an extent, a good cop bad cop dynamic, but they do agree on a lot of things. Like they agree you’re adorable. And beautiful and handsome. And that they want you. In many more ways than one. And also they agree that giving you your privacy is just as important as having their own. The last thing they want to do, especially Alcina, is to infantilize you. In the beginning, Larissa had to sit Alcina down for a very difficult discussion to explain her own behavior to herself. She pointed out that Alcina sort of suffocated you a bit, which was true. She was quite controlling—always wanting to be by your side, always preparing you for the worst. CLEARLY she has some trauma, but you get through it. Alcina is eternally grateful that Larissa felt confident enough to speak to her. Past partners have been forced into submissive silence by their own fear because Alcina is such a strong force of a woman. She is very loving, but can be harsh.

ʚ♡ɞ Larissa, on the other hand, is a doting lover. She texts your group chat every free second she gets. Sends you a picture of her meal in the privacy of her office to thank you for making lunch. You always respond with hearts or suggest the three of you call while you go about your lunch hour. She suggested you three try syncing up the time so you could see each other and spend a bit more time together - seeing as you all get home rather late sometimes. Alcina joins the call a bit later but greets you with warm hellos and asks how her “Sweet girls” are doing. Larissa is also the type to buy flowers. She adores them. Some people think it’s silly because they’ll just die if not taken care of, but she doesn’t think so. She comes home with bouquets in hand to make up for a stressful week or a particular stretch of time in which you three can’t see each other often. If Alcina goes away on a business trip, she’ll welcome her back with black roses and so many red kisses that the poor woman almost falls over. If you’re stumbling through the door at midnight after a long day doing whatever it is you do (I’m thinking business analyst or perhaps even owning your own shop), then she waits up and gives you a little single rainbow rose still in the plastic because she knows you like the novelty of it. Oh and kisses too of course.

ʚ♡ɞ That being said, you’re sort of the morally grey cop in the cop dynamic. Rarely do any of you do something to truly piss each other off or upset each other, but it does happen. If you somehow upset Alcina, Larissa sits you down for a chat while Alcina rants in the background. Alci is very passionate and does have a temper, but for all of her bluster and bark, a quick “Alcina, sit” from Larissa has her growling, rubbing her temples, and taking a seat in the living room with you two. From that point on, it’s only a matter of discussion. Alcina has a habit of keeping her feelings to herself until she blows up, but Larissa is very preemptive. She KNOWS such habits amongst you all could possibly ruin your relationship, so she tries her hardest to keep the peace. You and Alcina argue, but Larissa talks you through it until the calm is restored.

ʚ♡ɞ If they piss you off or upset you, you have a very difficult time talking to them about it. You’re a soft-hearted person for them and the last thing you want is to cause a rift, but if you don’t come to them about it first, they WILL find out. Your two lovers are extremely intelligent and very observant. Alcina can tell something is off by the slightest falter in your beating heart and Larissa can tell something is off if you speak a single word in a different tone. To them, you are an open book. And they know that they’re intimidating at times. Larissa is a sweetheart, yes, but her irritation is brutal. And Alcina is… Alcina. So it can be (understandably) quite hard. That’s why you’ve taken to texting them before they get home, asking them to chat in the living room or the bedroom. And if not that, then you speak to them separately. You go to their offices, sit and sort it out as best you can, and then the three of you regroup later. It’s the healthiest option…… but it doesn’t always work. You can get very insecure being with these two literal otherworldly women, so sometimes you just shut down instead. Hide within your thoughts and occupy yourself until you can’t anymore. It happened once where you were so upset and anxious that you stayed at your office and fell asleep. Larissa and Alcina were shit scared. They went searching for you there of course, and Alcina carried you to the car before Larissa drove you three home. It was a stressful experience but after you all talked it out in the morning, you promised to try and be more open - but only if they did the same.

ʚ♡ɞ HOWEVER, if you two somehow manage to piss off or upset Larissa Weems, it is Hell for you both. All three of you have a distinct bond that can’t be broken even with the sharpest of scissors. You’re all linked in some individual way, and it’s lovely, but it also means that you’re very soft on each other. And you and Alcina have a silent understanding that although Larissa can take care of herself, she is also highly deserving of all of the protection and love you give her. Meaning you don’t want to add to her stress. But when you do—she is a slow simmering ball of emotions. She may be loud at Nevermore when faced with Wednesday, but when it comes to her lovers, she just gets a bit disappointed. And that is something you and Alcina can’t handle. So when that happens, and she isn’t the one to put it back together or demand you all sit down and talk, that means you and Alci have to do the heavy lifting. So you do. Alcina pours glasses of wine, you put on some music, and the three of you sit in silence either working on your laptops or indulging in some hobbies until Larissa finally speaks up. She just needs to be in your presence, to recognize your quiet understanding that something is wrong, before she really gets into it. And after that, you of course make it a point to never repeat whatever it is you did to make her upset. And Alcina pulls her into her arms while you hug her from the back because you know Larissa appreciates the attention, the affection, and the warmth. Then you kiss. A lot. A lot a lot. Smooch smooch smooch muah muah muah.

ʚ♡ɞ When you call Larissa, she answers with a “Hello, darling” because she always checks the caller ID before picking up.

ʚ♡ɞ When you call Alcina, she answers with an “Alcina speaking.” because she never checks the caller ID before picking up.

ʚ♡ɞ You and Larissa called her once in the past and she answered with her usual, hard-toned greeting. When you and Larissa mocked her with a high-pitched “aLciNa sPeaKing”, she hung up and blocked your number for five minutes. Sometimes, you’re still tempted to do it.

ʚ♡ɞ You steal their perfumes and shampoos. One time, Alcina used Larissa’s conditioner and ever since, Larissa asks her if she should order two bottles of her hair care instead of one. Alcina just rolls her eyes and reaches out to grab her. Larissa goes scurrying away, letting out a yelp and a laugh. 

When they cuddle you and smell their products, they only grin and pull you closer. They want you to share their things. And also you’re just too lazy to keep your own stocked.

ʚ♡ɞ Your kisses with Larissa, just you two, are sweet and slow. They last a long time and usually lead to wandering hands and a lot of lipstick marks. Larissa happily leaves marks and hickies on you, but the three of you understand that she can’t have the same. If someone at her job saw that, they’d probably complain. But below the clothes, she’s painted to high heaven. Alcina does, after all, have a very voracious appetite. She spends a lot of time kissing and marking because it soothes the dragon in her. And Larissa is just the same when it comes to you specifically. The marks never take to Alcina’s skin, so Rissa usually uses her teeth and tries to leave marks anyway. But on you, she takes full advantage. Teases you with hickies and bites until you’re begging her to move. To treat you. It’s unfortunate then that she’s just so busy and has to return to work and absolutely must leave you high and dry until you’re nearly crawling all over her when she returns home later.

ʚ♡ɞ Alcina’s kisses, on the other hand, are always mean and rough. She pushes your faces together, grabs your hair, clutches your jaw in one large hand. She’s eager to overpower - it’s just in her nature. And she’s not scared to lean down and reach you, pull you up into her arms, and shove you against a wall. She uses her teeth to nip, and her tongue to fill your mouth and take you completely. Safe to say, she never leaves her kisses without you stumbling away–breathless and smiley. And there’s no escaping her until she’s done with you. Never ever. You will only push away from her when she wants you to. And you rarely want to of course, but when you’re busy and late to a meeting, you’re under a time crunch.

ʚ♡ɞ Larissa and Alcina kissing, though… whew. Dear god, whew. Dear LORD, whew. Larissa’s hands go sliding around Alcina’s waist and she has to lean up on the tips of her toes to meet Alcina halfway. And when they get there, they smile first before kissing roughly. Alcina knows not to put her hands in Larissa’s perfect hair, so she settles for gripping the back of her neck and pulling her close. Close close close until Larissa lets out a squeak and Alcina has to lean and pick her up bridal-style so they both don’t go tumbling to the ground. It doesn’t happen often, but when she does, Larissa can only giggle giddy and happy. She doesn’t often feel petite and girlish, but Alcina has a way of making her feel like a woman worth caring for. You do too, of course, but it’s different. Not any less or any better, just different. And they kiss until they both run out of breath and Larissa pushes Alcina away. The taller woman grumbles and steals another kiss before they finally go their separate ways.

ʚ♡ɞ There’s so much more to this little poly relationship. From kinks to flaws to business work and all that. Let me know if you wanna see more <3

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I love them :3 Yes I doooooo - Rip x

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[caitlynskitten]

Weems: It was unfortunate for them. They suffered a worst fate than death.

Enid: Having to talk to other people?

Weems: What?

Enid: Sorry, I’ve been hanging around Wednesday for too long.

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[cappulcino]

If you check the calendar, you'll see that St Larissa is celebrated on March 26th, so today is this goddess/cutie pie/mother of all mothers' name day

I'll be in the corner over there celebrating her existence if anybody wants to join

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[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.

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[elijahslittleprincess]

Requested by @iloveyall-18 it was a really nice idea 🥰🌹

Many teachers flirting with reader ( teacher ) and r not paying any attention to them but Larissa still getting really jealous and all so she tries to win r over with cute little acts such as buying her flowers , getting her hot chocolate, etc and then towards the end Larissa confesses about her feelings and jealousy and r says smth like “

Aww rissa i didn’t flirt with them because you’re the one I want “ “ I chose you “ and kiss - The end 😜🫶🏼

People flirting with you in nevermore wasn't really new anymore. You had gotten a lot of attention the second you started working at the school two weeks ago. After all you knew how pretty you were and wasn't that much surprised when you received praises and compliments from teachers and sometimes even from student when walking in the corridors.

It was gratifying really, of course it was but you never really cared about them or did anything when it occured.

You just wasn't Interested and that because the only women you really cared to receive sweet words from, was Larissa Weems.

Unfortunately for the tall blonde though, she wasn't aware of that detail. So every time she had the unpleasant occasion to see someone flirting with you or giving you attention, the principale would get insanely jealous.

It was impossible for her to stop the pain she felt went you looked at someone else's or when you flash them one of your perfect smile, because Larissa just wished you'd give them all to her instead.

I mean could you really blame her, you were perfection in her eyes and she loved you with everything she was, so her natural instinct just wanted to have you to herself.

Honestly, for Larissa it was feeling like loosing you more and more every time someone would come to you and try their chances.

I mean, in a way it was normal for her to feel like that because she wasn't has open with her emotions toward you than the other's.

But god, if she knew.

If she knew how much you loved her to, then maybe it would have saved her from all the trouble she went through to get your attention.

Not that you didn't liked the multitude of flower bouquets and chocolate boxes that you received, including the little poems she wrote to you from time to time.

They were just adorable and full of love, a real confession of Larissa's feelings in your opinion. That's when you realised how stupid you've been really. Why did you wait so long to just confess yours to her if she had the same feeling you had.

Really maybe the only thing needed was for one of you to find the courage and confess.

She loved you and you loved her.

So what were you both waiting for?

Well that's what you would actually learn today since you've finally decided the time had come for you to confront the women and tell her how much you loved her and only had eyes for her.

After teaching your classes of the day, you had immediately picked your stuff and made your way to the principal's office none invited. You knocked on her door and waited for an answer.

Yes please come in!

A cute smile appeared on your face when you heard her voice and just gently entered the large office. You walked to Larissa's desk looking into her eyes like entranced and just stood in front of it silent for a second, a bit flustered.

Larissa observed your shy and adorable form standing just in front of her desk. You just looked...so cute and her breath tighten a bit at the view. God how much she loves you.

Well, hi sweetheart, how could I help you this nice afternoon.

The principal said with a nice and gentle voice, accompanied by one of her perfect smile.

Your eyes met hers for a moment and you felt a bit stressed and unsure suddenly but you took your courage into you own hands and asked what you wanted to know.

Larissa...do you...do you love me? Please I...I need to know it's important.

The blondes eyes opened wide at how frank and direct you are and just stare at you for a good minute. She looked absolutly frozen and you started to doubt her answer...but she actually blushed and seemed shy suddenly.

Oh y/n...

She said before actually standing up from behind her desk and walking to you. She was so tall and now that she was in front of you, you actually needed to angled your head to look into her eyes. Larissa then, moved an hand to your cheek and caressed it gently.

Of course I love you darling...since the first time I looked at you in fact, but...I don't seem to be the only one in this school anyway.

Larissa said with a archer tone and maybe...anger.

They all seems to swoon when they see you, I can't really blame them...after all you are the cutest thing I've ever seen.

After saying this, your women walked to her drink table and poured herself a whisky. She seemed a bit annoyed and maybe...jealous.

You blushed so hard at her comment and just smirked amused and flattered. Coming form her it was just heaven and you wanted to kiss her so bad. None the less, you didn't skipped the part about the others "swooning" at you and you frowned a bit. Was Larissa jealous? Of the other teachers, seriously it would be ridiculous you only ever had eyes for her. But...she didn't know that. Oh...

Well now you understand why she was sending you all this...she was trying to get your affection because she taught she didn't had it...Oh Larissa.

You felt an overwhelming need to tell her how much you loved her and your body instinctively walked back to her and you took her free hand in yours. Your eyes met hers again and you smiled with so much love.

Larissa...I love you.

It only ever has been you.

Didn't you realised that I never flirted with them back. It's because you’re the only one I want "I chooses you".

Larissa took a sharp intake of breath when you said that to her...god knows how long and how bad she actually wanted to hear that from you. She was speechless and the only thing she could muster was to lay down her glass and take your face between her hand to kiss you passionately.

For a moment you were stunned by it but you rapidly kissed her back with as much love and affection you could muster. It felt just perfect, soft and full of love and you wondered why you both waited so long.

When the two of you ended up parting to take your breath, Larissa's eyes were shining like stars and she seemed genuinely happy. Her hand started to play with your hair and you smiled happily at her.

I can't believe we waited so long to do that...and I'm sorry for being compleatly blind and not seeing what was in front of myself y/n...I was just so jealous.

It's ok Rissa, we both were acting like children's to be honest, the important is that now we know. The only person I need to swoon over me is you I love you.

You said proud of yourself and with a big smile on your face. You looked adorable and the blonde only chuckled, before hugging your body to hers tightly.

You really are the cutest my angel, I love you to.

Of course you both kissed back after this...and many many times more. Why not after all now nothing could keep you from matching up with the time you lost.

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[myzzjolanda]

Teddybear

Alright this one is relatively short, but it lived in my head rentfree for a couple of weeks right now so I decided to finally write it down. Enjoy Pairings: Larissa Weems x Reader Warnings: none  Wordcount: 862

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You woke up to the sound of rain and wind outside. When you felt shivers going down your spine and couldn’t find Larissa next you, you opened your eyes to look around the room to see where she was. You heard some movements and then a toilet flushing, which immediately answered your question. Content, you laid your head back on the pillow and pulled the blanket all over your body. The bed was nice and warm, and by the sound of it, the world outside of this room would feel cold and cruel. Therefore, you had decided at the spot to spend the whole day in bed with Larissa. Your Larissa. A few moments later, you heard soft footsteps coming back to the bed. You felt the mattress moving while Larissa moved her way in bed again. “Oh, you thought you could steal the whole blanket while I was away for a second?”. She placed a kiss on the blanket where she supposed your forehead would be. “Had to, ‘twas cold without you.”, you hummed back. “Don’t know why you thought it was a good idea to sleep naked then.”,  Larissa answered cheerfully. You grinned while you poked your head out over the blankets. “That was your idea last night. Can’t remember that you complained.”. She smiled at you softly when she pulled you closer and put the blanket over her body as well. You immediately took the chance to crawl as close to Larissa as you possibly could. You let out some sort of sigh of relieve when you hid your face into her shoulder, put an arm around her waist and placed a leg between her legs. “Oh?”. Larissa sounded surprised. “What happened there?” “Nothing”, you answered, “I just missed you.”. “But I’ve only been away for 2 minutes.”, she whispered back in your ear. “I don’t care. Still missed you.”. You could feel her smile while she placed another kiss on your forehead. You hummed again softly. You fell asleep soon again, and woke up a few hours later to Larissa trying to get up again really quit. You opened one of your eyes. “Trying to leave me again?”, you asked her playfully. She smiled at you and placed, yet again, a kiss on your forehead. “It perhaps is a good idea to take a shower and have breakfast, my love. Together. We could go outside to weathervane for some hot chocolate…” “No. Please. We can shower but I want a breakfast in bed. And lunch. And dinner. I want to stay in bed all day.”, you answered lazily, still covered in blankets. Larissa looked worried. “Why, my love, don’t you feel well?”, she asked you. “No, I just want to spend the day in bed with you. In your arms.”, you answered while you climbed on top of Larissa, your head resting on her chest and your legs in between her legs. “Ooh?”, Larissa said with a joyful tone, “Are we feeling playful today?” “No.”, you giggled. “Not yet at least. Today I’m feeling clingy. I need you today. Feeling like staying with you like this all day long.”. Larissa stayed quiet for a moment while she played with our hair and gave you kisses on your head. “I like that, little one. As long as I may hold you all day long.”. You smiled softly. “I like that. I like being your teddybear.”. Larissa started laughing. “Oh, you are much more to me than a teddybear, my love. But today you are a really sweet teddybear.”. You looked at her with a big grin. “Good. And what am I to you on other days?” “Oh, darling, so much.”, Larissa answered while she turned around to lay you under her so she could be on top. She gave you a soft, sweet kiss at your lips while she looked at you, just as much in love as the first time she kissed you. “As I said  a multiple times already today, you are my love every single day-“ another kiss, “-Some days you are my sweet tiny babygirl, mostly in bed-“, another kiss, “-But most importantly, you always are my sweet little awesome girlfriend who makes every day worth it to wake up again.”, she finished. Now she gave you a longer kiss. She hummed content while she lovingly cupped your face with one hand and placed her other hand on your waist. You felt tears come up in your eyes. Larissa stopped kissing you. “No, don’t stop.”, you said, almost worried again. “But sweety, have I said something wrong?” “No, that was just the sweetest thing someone ever said to me.”, you answered softly. Larissa grinned softly. “Really? It’s all true though.”. You were at a loss for words for a moment. Then you cupped Larissa her beautiful face. You gave her a long, intense kiss. “I love you, Larissa Weems.”, you giggled while you hugged her close. “I love you too, (y/n) (y/l/n).”, she answered softly while she pulled you in a sidewards hug and pulled the blankets over your heads again. She gave you a kiss on your forehead. “Don’t ever leave me, sweet teddybear.

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[miscellaneous-obsession]

Simple Things

Truly I cannot lie, Gwendoline Christie has stolen my heart and therefore her character Larissa Weems has too. So here is a short story for her <3

It was fascinating, just watching as wood was engulfed by the flames contained within the firebox. Intermittent crackles were emitted, sending sparks flying upward into the chimney flue, poorly disguised within plumes of smoke.

Crystalline blue eyes stared unwaveringly as the flames warped with the breeze that picked up come late evening. Any mirth they once held had long since faded, the events of the tumultuous day taking their toll. False niceties had been dropped, no longer forced as a retreat was hastily made from the public eye. Furthermore, her prim and proper posture had been slackened into what could be mistaken as relaxed. Rather the blonde's frame held an unparalleled form of tension. Only a trained eye would be able to spot rigid shoulders beneath the blazer, hand grasping the stem of a wine glass ever so slightly too tight and legs repetitively uncrossing and re-crossing.

Sighs of discontent were drowned out by the dying fire, the principal's feet too tired to carry her to replenish it. With reluctance she sat awaiting the fire's eventual demise, topping up her almost empty glass, swirling it's contents with a practiced hand before taking another sip.

Consumed by her thoughts and plans to rectify issues created by a proportion of her student body, Larissa remained unaware of a second presence within her study. Light footfalls went undetected, each padding closer to the blonde who sat motionless upon her chair.

Hands gently slithered across Larissa's shoulders, before moving further south to intertwine across the principal's chest. The unconventional hug and head laying itself upon the blonde's own was startling at best. However, it was only when the signature aroma of bergamot and jasmine infiltrated her senses did she relax. Eyes slipping shut and head tipping backwards to rest against your shoulder, a slightly broken exhale escaped her lips.

Without hesitation you peppered kisses across your beloved's face, the final peck being to the very corner of her lips in a teasing fashion. "You never came to bed darling."

A despondent hum came in response, seeing your concern grow exponentially. Moving to perch on the chair's arm, Larissa instinctively moved to ensnare your waist, claiming possession of your body as she rested her head atop of where your heart beat rhythmically.

Cocooning her statuesque frame in your hold, you offered a more thought provoking question, "More chaos than order today?"

A muffled reply became known seconds later, "Much more than I cared for. Young Miss Addams is causing havoc on a daily basis."

"And I presume she will continue to do so for quite sometime. How about I help to mitigate the headache she is causing you, hmm? Does that sound tempting my darling?"

Shades of azure peered upward, shining with awe and the dying embers of the fire. "Very my dear. Words cannot describe how much I adore you, Y/N."

Your cheeks flushed a delicate shade of fuchsia, "I know well enough," pressing a kiss to Larissa's lips, "Now come along, you know I am unable to sleep without you next to me."

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[pinkydevil16]

Ok ok ok, I know you must have a billion requests & I sent one already so NO RUSH on this. Like seriously.

But I NEED a fix with Principal Weems!! Maybe she catches reader doing something she shouldn’t be, and she gives her a spanking 🫠

FINALLT SOMEONE REQUESTS WEEMS!!!

Y/n stood outside Principle Weems office, she was a month from graduation and had been a pain in the older woman's ass since she arrived, Y/n finding any reason to be in her office and be talked down to by the beautiful 6'3 Principle, she constantly caused problems but she knew she'd gone too far this time. The door opening as Y/n scurried in taking a seat before Weems as she stared down at her Y/n trying not to whine at how tall she was, she wouldn't even need to get on her knees she could just throw her leg over her shoulder and eat her like she was on death row. 

"Y/n, this is a whole new level! You were caught smoking weed, then you ran into the lake and set a boat on fire." Y/n looked down twiddling her thumbs as she tried not to be turned on by the authoritative voice. She knew she had mummy issues but by god was Principle Weems ticking every box as she stormed over pulling Y/n by her blazer and dragging her over by the fire Y/n too high to understand what was going on as Principle Weems sat down pulling her over her lap.

"You have tested my patient and it is time for a real punishment since you are determined to be a spoilt brat." Y/n's eyes widened as she bit her lip staring at the ground as Principle Weems raised her skirt chuckling at the lace underwear she wore before pulling down her tights leaving the lace to make the hits rougher as she pulled Y/n's hair making her look at her with her mouth agape eyes begging her to do anything to her.

"Count." Y/n nodded whimpering as Principle Weems roughly dropped her head Y/n holding tightly to her thighs as Principle Weems delivered the first spank Y/n moaning at the impact as she tried to make her brain work, she was too high to count. Principle Weems smacked her harder making Y/n yelp.

"Count or i'll get the paddle." Y/n's eyes widened as she squeaked out.

"One." Principle Weems smirked delivering a second happy Y/n counted as she felt her wetness through her underwear, each spank harder than the next until Y/n sobbed out.

"15." Principle Weems grinned moving her hand downwards to rub her clit through the harsh lace making Y/n moan out in a sob her nails gripping Principle Weems thighs tightly. Her hand coming to smack her harshly on the clit making her whole body jolt as she cried out.

"16." Principle Weems moved helping Y/n to stand as she pushed back her hair and wiping the tears from her face.

"Now i hope you won't act up again or i will have to leave marks understood?" Y/n nodded too turned on as she looked at up Principle Weems with wide eyes, the older woman knew she held power over her as she caressed her face.

"Good girl, now go clean yourself up and you'll get a reward when you graduate." Y/n nodded frantically rushing out the room as Principle Weems sat on her chair leaning back and closing her eyes with a smile.

It was safe to say Y/n acted up even more the next month wanting to be punished.

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[moon-arts02]

I want more flashbacks with Morticia and Larissa pls

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[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.

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[rippersz]

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A Larissa Weems x F!Reader oneshot (for now) - Normie Reader experiences a very sudden heat for whatever reason and oh good lord Larissa is just so hot how can anyone expect you to work under these conditions… (NSFW: Vulgar, Breeding Kink, Shapeshifting Advantages, All that Jazz) (Larissa is just mentioned/imagined in this.) Am I sorry? Meh.

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There was just something in her that lit something in you.

A fire the likes of which you’d never encountered before. As though a flame was constantly flicked on beneath your heart, causing it to race, causing it to pound, causing it to bring the blood from your limbs up to your cheeks; painting you in a deep blush. Making you dizzy. Making you ache. Making you feel a type of delicious never-ending burn that seemed to spark the very moment you saw her.

Her.

Oh, her.

The same woman that made you realize that you wanted to become heavily acquainted with Lust and all of the friendly benefits it could offer. The very catalyst to your panic and your flush and the shake in your hands as you pressed yourself up against the wall of your shower and imagined it was her doing it instead. Oh how her hands would feel… how her touch would mold… how her teeth would graze and nibble and bite and gnash in ways that sent you spiraling. The muscles in her biceps flexing as she interlocked your hands and forced your arms up over your head, holding you to the chilled tile, making you shiver even if the water was hot.

It felt like the word ‘Please’ was on the very tip of your tongue whenever you passed her in the hall. ‘Please,’ you wanted to murmur to her one day, ‘Please, put me out of my misery and ruin me before I explode.’ Because that’s what it felt like, didn’t it? The strange pull in your bones, crawling up through your veins, invading your mind, it felt like you were being stretched taut and that no amount of self-assured pleasure could help release your tormented body. Explosion, at that point then, was imminent. And dangerous. You could barely concentrate on classes; you could barely pay attention to another person; you could barely think about anything other than her fingers… and her tongue… and those deep bottomless sapphire eyes - staring straight into your soul as you fell apart beneath her.

Some part of you told you that you were going through heat. That the very desperate natural human basic need for pleasure was just that - something a person experienced from time to time. Something that werewolves and cats and animals felt whenever that season came around. But you were a ‘normie’. You’d never felt that before… until Larissa Weems, of course. Until you sat down in a staff meeting one day and peered down at her painted nails and long tapered fingers and delicate hands, woven with blue veins and a wicked strength you’d never seen, and wondered what her index and middle finger would taste like when resting on your tongue. The thought still brought redness to your cheeks and drool to the inside of your mouth. It was just so terribly depraved. So desperate. So needy in a way that you wanted her to say- to tell you- to whisper in your ear while you whimpered into the warm skin of her shoulder.

‘Look at you… such a silly little thing… trembling all for me…’

All for you. All for her. All for Larissa, at all times, no matter what.

You knew that people were starting to worry about you and your actions - especially Larissa herself. She was your boss after all, she was supposed to pick up on any behavioral changes, and you had definitely changed. Without even knowing, you became far more introverted and spent more time alone than you ever had before. Though then again, most of that time was dedicated to taking care of the relentless throb between your thighs. Honestly, sometimes it got so strong that it interrupted your entire day and you had to find some way to ease the strange pangs before they got out of hand.

And you’d been doing a good job. Really, you had. You’d been taking the necessary moments to rid yourself of the feeling for at least a few hours before it came back - and that was enough. It was enough.

Until it wasn’t.

Until it began to hurt.

Until you realized that yes, indeed, you were somehow going through heat - and there was no one there to help you with it.

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‘Good morning Larissa,

I just wanted to email you with a quick update and say that I, unfortunately, have fallen quite ill. I don’t think I’m equipped enough to handle my classes, and I’m very sorry for the inconvenience. Knowing this would get worse, I already printed out lesson plans and activities for my students. They’re all on my desk in my classroom.

Thank you - hopefully I get over this soon.

Y/N’

A quick email. That was good. You didn’t specify timing but that was fine. Your ‘heat’, for lack of a better word, had already been happening for about three weeks. If you were correct in your research, it wouldn’t be too much longer - perhaps a week or so more. Though in the long run, it would be a bigger pain in the ass than you expected. Already, your room smelled of sex and was so stuffy that you had to keep a window open constantly. And to get rid of the scent, you resorted to wall plug-ins and incense; they were the best you could think of on the fly. The rest of the issue - such as the air being far too hot - could only be remedied with a lack of clothing and many cold showers.

You supposed that was the best blessing during your time of strife- having an ensuite all to yourself. Staff were given the option to live on campus or live near Jericho, but you decided that ease of access was more important than living utterly alone. And, another plus that allowed you to let out a sigh of relief from time to time, was the fact that the teacher’s wing was very far from the students’. So any of the werewolves that wandered the halls wouldn’t smell you - as long as you stayed in your room. Thus, the email. And the isolation. And the constant worry that often came as an after-thought during your moments of… reprieve.

Even then, you truly felt you were going mad.

Tears often leaked from the corners of your eyes at night when you twisted around in bed, trying (and failing) to keep your hands from wandering about your body. You’d never experienced the phrase ‘instinctive’ to such an extent until that span of time where your searching fingers tip-tapped their way down the soft skin of your rounded tummy and found themselves drawing circles around your clit without thinking. Because it was all done without thinking. Even thinking was done without thinking.

Most of the time, your head was filled with thoughts of your boss. It was always Larissa. It was always Larissa and it was always her tall figure dwarfing your own, pushing you into a state of submission that you wanted to fall into anyway. She wouldn’t even have to try very hard - she wouldn’t even have to bend you over her lap and spank you red unless you came without her permission and she wouldn’t even- she-

‘Y/N,

I’m very sorry to hear you’ve fallen ill; please don’t worry about your classes as I can provide a substitute immediately. That being said, take as much time as you need to recover. I’ll stop by later today to chat briefly about the form you can fill out for an extended absence. Thank you for letting me know and I sincerely hope you feel better soon.

Larissa W.’

The ping of the email distracted you for a moment.

Good- that was good- your classes would be covered and you were ‘off the hook’. Great. Take as much time as you need mhm mhm… blah blah blah… stop by later today… mh-

Wait.

Wait, what?

You blinked, stared down at the lit up screen of your phone, and then blinked again.

She was… stopping… by? Later? On that day? When the clench in your abdomen was so strong that you were descending into sniffling sobs every two seconds? On that day, when you had just reached the point in which your fingers- the four you managed to fit and utilize- no longer got rid of the ache? On that day, when you were cursing yourself for never buying a fucking sex toy just for the Hell of it?

In your defense, you didn’t think you were ever going to descend into a spontaneous excruciating heat at any point in your life- but it didn’t really matter anyway.

Because whether you liked it or not, Larissa Weems, your boss, the headmistress of the Nevermore Academy for Outcasts, the main event of your wet dreams and sexual fantasies was going to stop by your room for a ‘brief chat’... and you hadn’t been clothed for three days. And your legs were trembling all the time. And the insides of your soft thighs were coated in slick constantly. And your skin was always overheated and sensitive and your voice was hoarse due to the amount of muffled screaming you pressed into the fabric of your pillow and your bed was very much unmade and your room smelled like a 24 hour sex dungeon and the blush on your cheeks had only increased tenfold by the time you sat up in your unmade bed, winced, and let out a whine.

Oh why had the Gods cursed you so?

Why had they placed a hex on your little human body and filled it with a libido that could only match the ferocity of dragons? Why did they force a potion of lust down your throat and place you in front of Larissa Weems and make you look at her with eyes of dark desire? Why did they place the image of her sloping hips and long legs and thick thighs in your mind and poison you with dreams that followed you into the waking world?

Why did you want her so badly?

Why did you yearn for her touch and why did you want her smell enveloping your body and why- oh god why- did you want to kiss her so often? Why did you want her to take care of you? Why did you want her of all people! to take you to bed and make you see stars? Why did you want red lipstick covering your skin and why did you want your face between her thighs and why did you want to feel her come apart beneath you? Why did she drive you wild? Why did she force you into a state of fluster that you could only pull yourself out of when you were alone?

Why did she plague you?

“I can’t do this…,” you suddenly confessed to no one in particular as you let out a sigh.

The fire had dulled to a simmer long enough for you to stand and slowly make your way to the bathroom.

Pain experienced during heat, you came to find, was far different than any other pain. It was like you felt empty - utterly disgustingly empty - and your body hated that. It rebelled. It made your abdomen, your fucking womb, feel hot. And after the heat, it began to ache. Like you were sitting on the edge of an orgasm and you needed that extra push- that extra kiss- that extra lick of praise- to send you tipping off the edge into an ocean of bliss…. But you couldn’t have it. The push, the kiss, the praise wasn’t there. Nor was the thrust of strong hips, or the scratch of fingernails, or the hissed growl of dominance in your ear. None of it. And your body knew that, so it made you clench and unclench constantly; and it punished you for your negligence and made your clit extra sensitive and your nipples hard and eager to be teased and your skin- oh your poor skin- was practically begging for someone to touch it. To mark it. To hold it and squeeze it and bite it and make it theirs.

Make it hers.

Goodness, you were pathetic. The fog that fell over your mind whenever you thought of Larissa was so hypnotizing that once your thoughts got going, they couldn’t stop.

‘Think of her,’ the strange lustful monster within you hissed, ‘Think of her and all of the sinful things she could do to you. Think of her hands pulling your hair, think of her warm thighs straddling your waist, think of her tongue running itself along your neck… and down your chest… and lower and lower… lower… pooling with drool and letting it drip-drop onto your cunt… licking at your clit…’

A whimper slipped past your lips as soon as you stepped into the water of your shower.

The heat was both soothing and torturous, doing you no favors as it instantly glazed the top of your mind; normally you’d prefer to make it cold to put a damper on your libido, but the need to get off yet again overpowered any lingerings of common sense.

But really, if you were being honest with yourself, there was no common sense during ‘heat’. At all. You figured that out rather quickly when, on the fourth day of wanting to be fucked mercilessly, you began entertaining thoughts of breeding. Of course you didn’t want a child. But the thought… the thought… of such warmth in you… filling what was always so painfully empty… of someone- of her- holding you down and breeding you full, growling that you were to be hers forever, was something that had you cumming in under five minutes. You simply couldn’t help it. And ever since that thought, it was as though you crossed into the dark side. All kinds of kinks and experiments filtered into your horny little brain, and all you could do to keep yourself from going crazy was to keep orgasming until your fingers could barely move.

It was the worst experience of your life…

…when you weren’t sitting on the built-in shower stool and thrusting three fingers into yourself, imagining Larissa watching you from beyond the glass. It was terrible except for when you pictured her telling you to go faster, to slow down, to take your fingers out completely and spread your folds wide so she could coo over how cute you looked when your cunt ached for her touch. It was maddening while you weren’t fantasizing about her stepping into the shower with you- all 6 feet, 3 inches of her- and threading her perfect hand in your hair and pressing you to her venus mound and making you kiss it until you came around your own fingers. Then making you stick your tongue out and look up at her as she slowly rolled her hips, coating you in a taste you knew you’d never ever get tired of.

Maybe even… oh god… maybe even shifting that part of herself and surprising you by sliding the head of her cock into your mouth and making you worship her until you forgot your own name. Running your eager tongue along the hot veins… peering up through your eyelashes as she slowly- slowly- craned her head back and let out a deep bone-shaking groan… Unable to help herself as she pushed you down just a bit more, slowly making that ‘pretty mouth of yours’ (as she called it) take as much of her as it could.

“There… yes, right there darling…” You could practically hear her words, as if she were with you, while your eyes rolled back and your other hand came up to rub furiously as your clit.

Unfortunately, even as you sat there and felt the prickling wave of heat wash over your body, clenching tightly around your own fingers while you orgasmed, you knew that it wouldn’t be enough. You knew that the water running down your face was mixed with frustrated tears. You knew that no climax you reached all by yourself would ever be able to properly satiate your body and every thing it was feeling. After all, a ‘normie’ was not supposed to experience ‘heat’ - and your mind was already so close to breaking all by itself.

It was just a shame that Larissa wasn’t there to snap it in half for you.

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This was just a quick exercise - I want to better my smut writing abilities. New updates soon and all that. Any thoughts on a Part 2? - Ripley x

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[caitlynskitten]

Wednesday: Hurry, I distracted Weems. We only have a few hours before she figures it out.

Enid: Figures out what?

Yoko: What did you do?

Wednesday: Don’t worry about it.

-In Weems office-

The tall woman sits at her desk with a wolf, bat and raven sitting in front of her

Weems: Oh Miss Addams is this another one of your spells gone wrong?

Raven caws

Weems: And you also turned your girlfriend and friend into animals as well? How can you be so reckless?

Raven caws again

Weems: Just like your mother.

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[cappulcino]

okay okay we all want Gwendoline/Larissa to be back in season 2 BUT –no no, hear me out– we all know how much Tim likes to work with the same actors right? and I was thinking –I said hear me out–

EVA GREEN

peculiar children = outcasts and Alma is just a dark haired Larissa in a home instead of a school –no, you won't change my mind; go talk to a wall. besides, Eva always plays characters that are outcasts in their own ways

So.

EVA. FUCKING. GREEN.

should be the next principal in case Larissa doesn't come back –which better not be happening because I'd lose what is left of my mind– or at least should become a teacher at Nevermore Academy so her character and Larissa can be gay for each other

that's it. that's the post.

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[wednesday-the-demidevil]

So a friend of mine is watching Wednesday and made a striking comparison… 🧚‍♀️

#she can be my fairy godmother any day… #Wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday the series #wednesday addams #shrek 2 #fairy godmother #Wednesday larissa Weems #principal weems #larissa weems #gwendoline christie #meme #corporate needs you to find the difference