If You're Taking Requests Can You Do One Where Larisaa Is Trying To Have A Meeting But Fem!reader Is

If you're taking requests can you do one where larisaa is trying to have a meeting but fem!reader is under her desk making it hard for her? I love your work! If you're not taking requests that's okay!

Little Brat

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 766

Warning: NSFW, 18+, fingering, eating out, (semi-public)

A/n: Hope you like it!! <3 Sorry it took so long, had so many requests and school started again, that's why so few fics are coming @dontsayshit-saychickenfuck

Larissa had just finished in the bathroom, as she heard someone knock on her office door. She checked the watch and realised that it was already time for her meeting. As she stepped back into her office, you were gone. Or so she thought, so she went to open the door and greeted her guests.

They sat down in the chairs in front of Larissa's desk, and she rounded the table, wanting to sit down. Just as she pulled the chair away, she saw you sitting under her desk, mischievous grin gracing your lips. She sighed, not being able to tell you off, now that her guests were already present.

She sat down, and you immediately grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer to you. She sat on the edge of the chair and voluntarily spread her legs open a bit as she felt you push up her dress. Your hands slowly wandering up her bare thighs. The conversation she was having, felt distant and quiet to you. You ignored it, bathing in her beauty, in her warmth.

As you placed kisses on her thighs, her breath hitched. She tried to hide it with a cough, but it sounded ridiculous. You nearly laughed. You stopped your actions for a moment, listening if someone would say something.

"Principle Weems, are you feeling alright? We can postpone this." You looked up at Larissa and saw her shake her head. She resumed talking about the petition she had made, ignoring the other woman's question.

You wanted to make this really hard for her, she wouldn't easily get out of this. So you stroked over her inner thighs while kissing your way up on the other one. You slid closer to her core, now fully sitting in between her legs.

Her underwear was soaked, you hadn't even touched her yet and she was already desperate for you. You smirked, lightly biting into her flesh. She tensed, not out of discomfort, out of desire.

"I'm sure we'll be able to find a compromise." Her voice was shaky, thinner than usual. If they'd known her well, it would have been unnoticeable that something was wrong. But they didn't, so she seemed normal to them.

Lightly you pulled her underwear down, seeing her shift in the seat to make it easier for you. Placing a mild kiss on her clit, you felt her tremble a little. A moan getting stuck in her throat. So, you tested her a bit. Running your tongue through her wet folds and teasing her entrance with your fingers. She was strong, nothing escaped her. Without warning, you slipped two fingers into her, a desperate moan escaped her. Again she tried covering up with a cough. This try was even more pathetic than the last one.

"Principle, I don't think you're well. Maybe it'd be best if we'd postpone this." Larissa sighed in relief.

"Yes, I suppose so. Thank you for your understanding." With that she grabbed the woman's hand and told her goodbye. She found the way out on her own and the second the door fell close Larissa opened her mouth to say something, but a loud moan escaped instead. You started pumping your fingers into her and your tongue didn't hesitate to start pleasing her.

Larissa gasped for air, surprised by your sudden fast pace. "Oh god, you little brat…" she moaned and shoved you closer to her centre. Her juice spreading all over your chin. She tasted amazing, and you could eat her out all day. Sometimes you even enjoyed it more than being pleased yourself. Seeing her let go and be completely carefree for a moment, made your heart flutter.

You sucked on her clit, reaching up to her breasts with the free hand. Gently you squeezed it, earning another moan from the older woman. You knew she was close, her walls clenched around your fingers and her thighs shut more and more around your face.

"Please, (Y/n)... I'm coming" a guttural, deep moan fell from her lips as she stumbled over the edge. Eagerly you licked up every bit of her juice and slowly pulled your fingers out of her, making her whimper.

"Want a taste?" You held your fingers out to her, and she immediately took them in her mouth, sucking them clean. You stood up and sat down on her lap.

"You little minx. I think I'll have to punish you later." Hungrily she kissed you, and pulled you closer to her.

"It was definitely worth it, love." You winked at her seductive, making Larissa blush slightly before she kissed you again.

The last Night Pt. 2

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 598

Warning: hint of a panic attack, blood, war

A/n: I've been asked about making a part two to this by: @lvinhs. And I really loved doing it<3

You had woken up, in the middle of the night. The room was pitch dark and yet you immediately knew, Brienne was gone. Her side wasn't fully cold yet, and the pillow still showed where her head had been. She hadn't been gone long.

The thought of her out there, in the cold, in the dark, fighting for her life. It made you crazy with worry and fear at the same time. Your head made up thousands of horror scenarios. The way she could die, being slaughtered by strong soldiers. The way she would die alone, so utterly alone. Just as alone as she had been all her life. Laying in the mud, being just another corpse, not a human anymore. All dignity taken from her.

You felt your heart race fastening, panic rushing over you. You had just told her what you felt, you stood right at the start of something wonderful. She couldn't die now. It wasn't fair.

This night, was the worst night of your life. And you weren't even out, fighting. You sat in the comfort of your room, the fire warming you. And yet, you shuddered, your whole body trembling. It was hard to breath and the walls felt like they were closing in on you, trapping you. The night felt like one panicky blur. In hindsight, you weren't really sure how you had spent the time. Sleep was most definitely the last thing on your mind.

Hours felt like days, and whenever you were sure dawn had to be there, the sky was still black. But eventually, you saw the sky brighten and the sun found its way back to you. Far away, on the horizon it rose. Covering your room, your bed and even you in a beautiful golden haze. And yet, you yourself still felt pike the black sky. More and more hopeless with every minute that passed without Brienne entering.

Sitting on a chair, breathing ragged and tears falling down your face, you had your elbows propped upon your knees. Looking down, desperately trying to calm your breathing, when you suddenly heard the door at the end of the room being opened.

You didn't dare look up, your head convinced you that it'd be someone telling you Brienne hadn't come home. A sob escaped you, and your body twitch as someone laid a hand on your knee. Looking up just a tiny bit, you saw someone kneeling in front of you. Your vision was blurry from the tears, but you could still make out the silhouette. It was Brienne, unmistakably.

She didn't wear her armour anymore, but most of her clothes were dirty and had blood on them. She looked exhausted, her eyes tired, screaming for sleep and a hot bath.

With a relieved sob leaving your mouth, you fling your arms around her neck. You threw yourself onto her with such a force, she fell on her back. Laying on top of her, your tears were accompanied by giggles.

Never had you held onto something with such strength before. If you just held her strong enough, she wouldn't be able to leave again. Gently she stroked your back, and kissed you. Tasting your salty tears, her eyes turned sad.

"My love, I never wanted to bring you such sorrow." She gently brushed your hair out if your face and cupped your cheek with one hand, the other still holding you around the waist.

"Then don't, never leave again. Stay with me, please." You hid your face in the crook of her neck, clinging to her for dear life.

I will forever kiss the ground you're walking on if you'd write a Lucifer x Reader fanfic.

Sit in my Lap

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader (the Sandman)

Word Count: 617

Warning: NSFW, 18+, fingering

A/n: this is my first time writing for Lucifer, hope you like it!!<3

Lucifer had been working all day, and honestly, you felt a little neglected by them. They had been gone, as you had woken up, and you hadn't seen them since. So in the evening you decided to search for them, eventually finding them, sitting at the desk, still working.

They immediately sensed your presence in the room, looking up at you, gaze softening. You smiled at them apologetically.

"What is it, little lamb?" You approached them, gently stroking their wing.

"I missed you." You mumbled under your breath, nearly embarrassed at your statement. It had only been a few hours.

With a swift motion of their wings, they pushed you onto their lap. "C'mere, you can sit in my lap until I'm done working." You smirked, not missing your chance to kiss them real fast. You could sense Lucifer smiling into the kiss.

For a while you sat there, head leaned on their shoulder, covered by their wing, just watching them work. Their arm was around your hip the whole time, holding you securely. You didn't mind, that you didn't talk. Just watching them, admiring their beauty was enough for you.

But after some time had passed and Lucifer felt you dose off, they pulled you tighter and stroked your stomach.

"Now, now, don't fall asleep." You felt their hand wander down a little and to your surprised it slipped into your pants. Lucifer didn't look up from their work and acted like nothing was happening.

Meanwhile, your body stiffened, feeling their fingers grace over your core. You hid your face in the crook of their neck, trying to muffle your moans. You knew that if you weren't careful, everyone walking past the room would be able to hear you.

Lucifer had extremely skilled fingers, it was one of the first things you had noticed about them. The way their fingers elegantly worked and moved, made your mind always wander places. The long, thin fingers now running through your folds and thrusting into you without a warning, made you nearly scream. Barely being able to hold it in, letting a whimper escape your mouth. Slowly you lifted your head, your mouth close to their ear. You knew, the effect you had on them. Particularly your sounds and your voice.

"Lucifer, oh-" quietly you whispered and moaned into their ear, feeling them shiver under you. Still they stayed strong, not tearing their eyes off the paper.

Starting to move their fingers a little faster, your gasps and moans also increased in volume. Lucifer chuckled at your failed attempts to hide them.

"Let them out, I don't care if anyone hears you. I'm Lucifer, they won't dare to say something." You didn't need one more word from them, immediately letting the until now held back noises out.

As they used their thumb to rub over your clit, you gently bit their shoulder, eliciting a quiet, breathy moan from them as well. The stimulation was overwhelming, you always wondered how one could be so skilled with their hands. Making you moan in mere minutes, under their touch.

"Ahh, Lucifer- please, I'm close." They applied a little more pressure to your clit, while still pumping their fingers into you. Your breaths got ragged and with a guttural moan and their name on your lips, you stumbled over the edge. Legs twitching and gasping for air.

Gently they pulled out their fingers and took their hand out of your pants, still looking at the paper they licked their fingers and kissed you afterwards. You could taste yourself on their tongue, making you sigh into the kiss.

"Such a good little lamb. Now, when I finished this, we'll continue this in the bedroom."

hi! i saw u on my feed so i got an idea.

can i request um, where Y/n's cleaning her and Principal Weems's room and they accidentally opened Larissa's wallet only to see a Polaroid of them(Y/n) naked with their head's thrown back with Larissa's hand wrapped around their throat? and them getting flashbacks about that 'night' and Larissa walking in the room only to see Y/n's face flushed, and then you decide about the endingg :>

it's ok if u don't wanna do it, the idea js popped up on my mind ^-^

Polaroid

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 709

Warning: NSFW, 18+, eating out, chocking

A/n: Hope I did your request justice! <3

"Could you fetch my wallet real fast, love?" Larissa turned her head around to look at you, smiling apologetically. You couldn't care less, you would play servant for her any day, if you were useful.

Slightly nodding at her, you turned on you heel and left the room. Rushing to her office, you walked directly towards her desk. You opened the middle drawer on the left, knowing exactly where she always kept her wallet. Just as you wanted to close the drawer and leave, a photo fell to the ground, having slipped out of the wallet.

You kneeled down to pick it up. As you turned around you realised it was photo of you. Immediately your cheeks heated up and they turned a bright shade of red. You sat on one of the armchairs in her office naked, Larissas hand wrapped around your throat.

Light moans escaped you, as Larissa flickered her tongue over your clit. Your hand gripped the armrest, digging your nails into the green fabric. Soft fingers stroking over your stomach, finding their way up to your nipple. You shut your eyes close, overwhelmed by pleasure. Whimpers leaving you, ragged breathes, Larissa's name filling the silence around you every now and then.

You remembered the day that photo was taken. It had been your six months anniversary, and Larissa had destroyed you completely. It had also been the first time you had told her that you loved her. She had told you way earlier, but it had always been hard for you to say things like that. She accepted that, and waited, giving you all the time you needed.

Her hand reached up to your throat, mildly wrapping her long, slender fingers around it. Squeezing down just a bit, enough to make you moan out. Your head was thrown back against the chair in pleasure. The feeling of her mouth sucking at your bundle of nerves, made the orgasm fast approach. Feeling a hint more pressure on your throat and a mix of sucking and licking between your legs, made it unbearable. With a throaty scream you came, panting and gasping for air.

"Darling, what's taking you so long?" Surprised by Larissas sudden presence behind you, you snap out of your thoughts and try to stand up. Your knees still feeling wobbly, you cave in. Strong arms catching you and holding you close to her, you are pushed onto the desk. Larissa looks concerned, taking her wallet out of your hand and laying it on the desk, she notices the photo.

Looking at the polaroid between your fingers, a smirk graces her lips. The worry long gone.

"Pleasent memories haunting you, love?" You open your mouth, no words coming out. Closing your mouth again, you stare at her, completely at a loss for words.

"I-," you try again, "Do you always carry that around?" The mischievous glance in her eye tells you everything you need to know. Yes, she does.

Even though your core is throbbing, and your legs are still wobbly because of her presence, you feel the need to hug her. Wanting to simply hold her, thank her.

"Love, what's wrong?" You don't answer, pulling her even closer and hiding your face in the crook of her neck. Smelling her sweet citrus scent, you feel yourself calming down, she grounded you.

"Thank you." You mumbled into her hair, nearly inaudible. Larissa chuckled, full of amusement but also love.

"What for? For fucking you senseless, or for carrying a picture of you at it?"

"For loving me." You simply said. Because it was as simple as that. Carrying a photo of you in that state was as much a love confession as a love letter. You knew, even though she played cool right know, she held the photo close because of what that day meant to the two of you. Larissa gently stroked over your back, leaning into your touch. For a moment the two of you enjoyed the tenderness and comfort of each others embrace. Soon broken by Larissa's playful nature.

"I'm still going to make you scream later. I hope you know that." You laughed at that, loving the dynamic the two of you had found in your relationship.

"I expect nothing less."

Heyyyy, you said you're a sucker for Larissa as a mother so I thought of another one.

Again Larissa Weems x Daugter! Reader

There's a competition in Nevermore and Reader is one of the participants. While Reader's competing Larissa tries her best to stay professional and not cheer much 'cause she's afraid that people will call her biased or blame her of having favorites. But well, you can't really stop a mom right? so when Reader finally won she screamed and showered her with love.

Poe Cup

Pairing: Larissa Weems x daughter!reader

Word Count: 295

Warning: none

A/n: short but filled with fluff and love! Hope you like it!!<3

You loved the Poe Cup, it was so fun. And now, having Wednesday on the team, Ophelia Hall finally had a chance to win.

Everything had gone quiet good so far, you just had to pass one more team, and then you had won. From afar, you could see your mother's excited face, she was trying really hard not to cheer and scream for you.

She was still the Principle and couldn't favour one child over the others, even if it was her own child. She wanted to stay fair. But as your team approached, and it was clear that you had won, she couldn't contain a slight cheer.

Out of the boat, you practically ran to your mother, hugging her. Enid followed and shared the hug, to your mother's surprise. Wednesday, maintained an arm length distance, of course.

Your mother would have loved to pick you up and swing you around, put you weren't five anymore. So she settled on a tight hug.

"Love, I'm so proud of you! That was amazing." She showered you with kisses all over your hair and face, and thanked the gods for not having a daughter that's embarrassed of her mother. Because quite frankly, what she did right now was a little embarrassing. Even she felt that, but she couldn't help herself.

As she gave you and Enid the trophy, she grabbed your face and kissed you ob the cheek, right in front of all the students. And to her surprise they all cheered, she didn't know how much they loved your relationship. She meant the world to most students, and they were just happy to have their Principle happy.

You pulled her into a hug, throwing your arms around her. "I love you, mum." Her heart melted, thankful to have you in her life.

helloooo

could i request a student larissa x student reader, where reader enjoys smoking weed occasionally, and larissa doesn't mind, but doesn't participate. but one day larissa is especially stressed so she asks reader if they could smoke together, reader is stunned but also likes the idea of finally smoking with larissa. it is her first time so reader teases her about her changing into a bad girl.

if you don't want to write this, that's totally fine!

Bad Girl

Pairing: student!Larissa Weems x student!Reader

Word Count: 327

Warning: Weed

A/n: quite short, but super cute and fun!! Love it, hope you do too anon <3

"Give me some." You jumped slight, startled at the sudden sound of Larissa's voice.

It was already dark, and you stood on the balcony of your room, smoking. Larissa always knew where to find you, and she also knew that you occasionally smoked weed. She didn't care, it was your choice. But she never did it, always just observing you.

So her request did surprise you a bit. But who were you to deny such a pretty girl her wish.

You grabbed a joint from the pocket of your jacket and gave it to her, putting it in her mouth she leaned over to you. Expecting you to light it, with a swift motion you took out your lighter and helped her out.

"So, change of mind or?" You smirked at her, raising an eyebrow expectantly. She huffed at you, blowing some smoke into your face.

"No, but I had a horrible day. Wherever I went I saw Morticia and Gomez, everywhere. And above that Mrs. Bailey had the worst mood. She gave us tons of assignments, and she gave me a D for my presentation." Larissa told you about her day some more, honestly if you wouldn't already smoke, a day like that would indeed be a reasonable starting point.

You pulled her into your side, gently hugging her and giving her some comfort. But fast you remembered how much you hated physical touch and stepped away again. Side eyeing her you smirked, ready to tease her about this at least for the next few weeks.

"What?" She had noticed your mischievous grin, rolling her eyes at your childish behaviour.

"Turning into a bad girl, are you? The well-behaved Larissa Weems, teachers favourite. What would they say, if they saw you now?" Laughing, you poked her side. Making her roll her eyes again, yet she wasn't able to hide the forming grin on her face. She did have a soft spot for you.

"You're unbelievable, (Y/n)!"