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

Punishment

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 2120

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, mistress." She chuckled at that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

hi! do you think you could do Larissa x reader bed sharing fic, like possibly reader is a teacher and they are at some sort of conference and realize there’s only one room left and it only has one bed - leads to them confessing their feelings? love your fics <3

I love a good bed sharing fic. I hope you like this one, Anon.

“Are you sure there are no others rooms?”

You shifted your weight from foot to foot. Larissa was looking tired, the drive long from Jericho, and you’d arrived late at the hotel. You were desperate to collapse into bed yourself, have a moment away from her to put up your wall again. So many hours trapped in an enclosed space with her had made your head spin. You’d had to stop yourself reaching over and placing your hand on her thigh as you drove, the compulsion overwhelming.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, there’s unfortunately not,” the receptionist replied, “it is a double room.”

“Alright, we’ll take it,” Larissa said on the end of a sigh.

She took the key and you followed her into the elevator. The room was nice enough but the double bed in the middle of the room stopped you in your tracks. You hadn’t thought about it, the sleeping arrangements. She only sighed, setting her bag down.

“Uh, I can make up a bed on the floor, I guess,” you said, setting down your bag.

“Don’t be silly,” she said, sounding exhausted, “there’s enough room in the bed for both of us. Unless you’re uncomfortable sharing the bed?”

“No,” you said too quickly, “no it’s okay.”

She nodded, sitting down on the mattress, easing her heels off. The groan of pleasure had your cheeks warming. You dug through your bag, finding your pyjamas, remembering that you’d only bought shorts and a tank top.

“I’m going to have a shower,” you said, slipping into the bathroom.

The water washed away the car ride from your skin, leaving you feeling refreshed. Tugging on your pyjamas you stared in the mirror. So much skin on display. More than you were used to showing to people. You shuffled out of the bathroom.

“I hope you don’t mind. I took the left side,” Larissa said.

She was already sitting in bed. Her hair was down around her shoulders and she had on a silky nightgown. Her skin was glowing in the soft lighting and even without the familiar red lip, you’d never seen a more beautiful woman.

“That’s okay,” you said, not noticing the flush on her cheeks as her eyes swept over you.

You climbed into the bed. Larissa reached over, turning off the light as you hunkered down. You were as far as possible from her, terrified of the brush of skin. You squeezed your eyes closed, doing your best to relax.

She shifted and you heard her breathe out. You froze. She shifted again. Something electric in the air had you holding your breath. You were so aware of her, just a few inches away from you, close enough to touch. You wanted to touch her.

You let out a shuddering breath, wondering if this was just you. If the charge between you was all in your head. If only you found this a big deal.

You turned your head, looking through the darkness towards her. Blue eyes were staring back at you, the silvery light streaming in past the curtains. Your breath caught.

“You’re going to fall out of the bed all the way over there,” she whispered into the darkness.

“I’m okay,” you replied.

“Come here.”

Her hand closed around your wrist, tugging you closer. She was so close you could count her eyelashes, breath ghosting over your face. You felt impossibly hot all over. Her finger brushed over your pulse point.

“Your pulse is racing,” she murmured.

“Sorry,” you said, not sure what you were apologising for really.

“Is this because of me?”

Her eyelashes fluttered. She was so incredibly beautiful. You could stare at her forever.

“Darling?”

You lent forward, kissing her before your mind could catch up with your actions. You drew back, heart hammering, eyes widening. You tried to scoot back in the bed, only her hand was still on your wrist. She tugged you forward again until you fell against her chest.

“I don’t think so,” she said before kissing you again.

It was all consuming, deep and slow, making your toes curl. Skin pressed to skin, one hand in your hair to hold you in place, you were losing your mind as she kissed you with a simmering heat. You moaned into her mouth, feeling your skin ignite as she chuckled.

“As wonderful as this is, we should sleep,” she murmured after thoroughly wrecking you with her kisses.

You were still pressed against her, practically on top of her. You whined, trying to kiss her again, wanting more, always more, only for her to turn her head, laughing with delight. Your lips met her cheek, before trailing down to her neck. Her fingers dug into your hips as she let out a shaky moan when your tongue darted out to taste her skin.

“We really should sleep,” she said, although she sounded less sure.

“Whatever you want,” you said, drawing back, cheeky smile in place.

“We’ll continue this tomorrow,” she said, although it sounded more like a promise.

You curled up in her arms, head resting on her chest, listening to her heartbeat begin to slow again. You closed your eyes, letting out a contented hum.

𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 || 𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑨 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑴𝑺

warnings: Soft!Larissa (she's a warning), Insecurities, tattoo talk but not detailed.

Larissa only noticed now the ink imprinted on your skin, in your chest, where your heart stands. L.W. her initial displayed on your body.

"When was this?" she asked, thumb coming across the ink.

You shyly looked away. "Five months into our relationship." She tranced her slender fingers on your delicate skin, admiring the work of art. “Why?” she whispered. You knew she could be self-conscious about herself, feeling like she wasn’t feminine or pretty enough.

“We have different perspectives in life.” you reached to her cheek as she leaned in on your touch, almost yearning for it. “And the same goes for how you see yourself. To you, you feel like you aren’t in the standard of a woman.” she felt shame build up inside, lowering her head. But you placed your finger and gently lifted her face to look at you.

“I see you as a Goddess, worthy of worship and love. Someone who’s adored by your people. You are a deity who deserves everything.” Words cannot describe how Larissa felt. Your eyes didn’t hold lies or fraud. All she saw was herself in your eyes, the way your eyes shine when you simply look at her, the way your eyes hold so many emotions.

In your eyes, she was like the art you can’t put a price on. An art that deserves to be seen by the world.

Her tears felt unknown to her, she didn’t realize she let her walls down and allowed herself to be vulnerable. Her wobbly lips try to make up the words, yet she finds herself speechless. You simply kissed her tears, gently wiping them away whilst you rest your forehead onto hers.

“Shh, It’s okay. You don’t need to speak.”

I love how you write😩

Thank you so much, all of the praise I've been getting means the world and more to me! It's so surreal that people actually like what my brain produces. <3

of course i have a praise kink, i'm a burnt out former gifted child.

Hi!! I just wanna start off by saying that I LOVE all your brienne x r fics! They’re just so comforting!

Anyways I was wondering if you could write a Brienne x female reader who is also a knight? Like maybe Brienne is fighting in a tournament and remains undefeated (obviously) until reader shows up with no one knowing who she actually is and that she’s a lady? (Maybe she’s known as the mysterious knight?)

The two of them go head to head and everyone, including Brienne, is shocked to see that the reader is actually good at fighting and is at the same skill level as Brienne which leads them to tie. Reader then takes her helmet off and everyone is surprised to see another lady? And then maybe Brienne finds the reader afterwards and they have a conversation??

Idk sorry if this doesn’t rly make sense! You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to! :)

Equals

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 943

Warning: sword fighting (?)

A/n: I really enjoyed writing this, hope you enjoy reading it just as much!! <3

You had often heard of Brienne or Tarth. She was the only female knight of Westeros. Or so everyone thought. People talked about her either in praising her fights. Telling you that she was undefeated and the strongest and most honourable knight there was. Or they told you that she was a monster, Brienne the Beauty they called her. As a joke, of course. Ever since you had come to Westeros and heard of her, you wanted to meet this frowned-upon and yet admired woman.

So it was no surprise, that you immediately went to participate in the tournament you knew Brienne would also attend. From the side you watched as Brienne defeated one after another participant. Her grace and elegance while fighting impressed you. Rarely had you seen such skill, such knowledge of a sword. Her sword guidance was incredibly precise, and she never failed to hit. The way her feet danced on the ground and her steps showed that she was an expert in sword fighting and probably learned from a very young age on. You were stunned and absolutely mesmerised by this woman, and you hadn't even seen her face yet. Being fully covered throughout the whole tournament.

As it was your turn to face Brienne, the crowd murmured. You were well known, yet none knew your name nor your origin. All around people had given you the name "mysterious knight". And even though everyone had heard about you and your talent, they were shocked to see you standing your ground against Brienne. Brienne included.

The fight began, and even though Brienne was much taller than you and extremely skilled with a sword, you could easily keep up. One lunge from her was met by an empty fade from your side. An attack from behind was blocked with ease through guard of the woman from you.

You danced around each other, neither one backing away, no one yielding and certainly none being defeated. The crowd, you were aware, was probably bored by your performance. They'd like to see a fight, but this. This was a dance, it was art. It reminded you of the reason you had started sword fighting. Of course, to protect you. But also because you had always admired the grace and beauty in it.

For you, it had always been a form of art, rather than a way of hurting people. Of course that came with the job description, and you had accepted it a long time ago.

After having fought and danced around each other for quite some time there was an unspoken agreement between the two of you, made just through slowing movements, that you'd tie it. The crowd was polite enough to give the two of you some applause before they started yelling that you should uncover and reveal yourself.

It was fun being known and unknown at the same time, but you'd much rather have people know your name. So you took off your helmet, your long (h/c) hair falling down your back. The people around you went silent, shock washing over their face.

"Ser (Y/n) (Y/l/n)." You introduced yourself, mainly to Brienne, and bowed. It was fun, seeing the people realise that Brienne wasn't the only female knight in Westeros anymore. You turned to the crowd, bowing again.

"It was my pleasure, entertaining you." With that, and your helmet under the arm, you left.

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You sat in your tent, taking off your armour when someone entered. Looking up you saw a woman with blonde, short hair. A few stray locks falling into her face. You had never seen the face before, but the walk and the armour indicated that it had to be Brienne. You were mesmerised and unable to talk for a moment. Her fighting and sword-guidance was beautiful, but that was nothing compared to the woman in front of you. Her blue eyes felt like and ocean full of stories, full of a lifetime. A lifetime that you wanted to know everything about. You would to tell her every little thing about you if it would mean to know just one thing about her in return.

"Ser (Y/n), I'm-" finding your voice again, you interrupted her.

"You're Ser Brienne of Tarth." She was stunned for a second, not having expected for you to know her name.

"Yes, that's right. I've come to talk about our fight earlier." You were happy she had searched you. For you had desperately wanted to talk to her too. But right now you couldn't appreciate that one bit as you were struggling with taking off your breastplate. You hated taking the armour off on your own, never, not once in your life had you succeeded at doing it gracefully on your own.

"Would you be so kind, and help me? I'd love to talk about the fight, but I really want to take this off first." Brienne's face turned bright red, and she stumbled about her words. Deciding in the end, to just not say anything. But she did help you, albeit hesitant.

After she had found her voice again, she opened the conversation, while taking off your armour.

"I was pleasantly surprised by your skill. I've never met someone before who could keep up with me. Also, it's nice not being the only female knight. It's often frowned upon by people." You gave her a warm smile. You felt that you had a connection with this woman. She said exactly what you were thinking. Having her so close suddenly made you nervous. Her warm breath in your skin, gave you goosebumps. And you felt that this would eventually grow into something beautiful.