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.

Larissa Weems! WiP based on @chrism02's multi-chapter fic on today's beloved blonde called "family credo"

J/7, a short story.

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

One Bed

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1010

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

A/n: hope you like!!<3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

hello my favourite fanfiction writer,

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

thank you <3

Ride or Die

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1140

Warning: none?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Crime and Punishment

Pairing: Kathryn Janeway x Seven of Nine

Word Count: 808

Warning: none

A/n: Prompt 47 (Birthday) from @hauntedmoonchaos 's J7 event in February

"Come in." Kathryn sat at her desk, working. Even though it was late already, and her shift was long over. Hearing the door open, she slightly lifted her head, a smile pulling up the corner of her lips.

"Captain." The woman in front of her greeted her and made her way over to the replicator. Kathryn stood up and walked to her couch, sitting down with her coffee still in hand, not sure what the other's intention was.

She heard the familiar sound of the replicator and saw a small cake appear. The young woman sat down across from Kathryn, holding the cake out to her. Hesitantly she grabbed it, placing her cup on the table. The cake was a beautiful shade of red with white decoration on top. Right in the middle was one candle, lit already. Looking at the other woman she saw an expectant look.

"Seven...?" Kathryn was quite confused, what was she supposed to do.

"It's your birthday. I've read in the files on traditions on earth that the Doctor gave me, that it's common for humans to blow out a candle on a cake for their birthday." Kathryn's heart warmed at the thoughtfulness. A smile appeared on her lips.

"That's very nice of you, Seven. But I'm afraid my Birthday isn't until tomorrow."

"Maybe you should check the time." Confusion washed over the Captains face.

"Computer, what time is it?"

It's 0002 hours, May 20th.

The monotone voice of the computer cleared the confusion. Honestly, Kathryn hadn't realised the time. Her shift had been over for multiple hours. Grinning at Seven she blew out the candle. For a second, she lost herself in the blue eyes. Her thoughtfulness and caring had moved her. She was proud of the progress the young woman had made, but that wasn't all. And she knew it, deep down she was sure of it.

"How did you know my Birthday?" Kathryn replicated two plates and some cutlery. Handing one if each over to Seven, she looked at her questioning. Encouraging her to speak, she cut the cake.

"When I was first integrated into the crew, I studied the files of each crewman. Yours too. I remembered it." Taking a bite of the cake, a content moan slipped Kathryn's lips. It was her favourite cake, she hadn't eaten it in forever. Nearly having forgotten about it.

"Oh, Seven. How did you know this was my favourite?" The sparkle in Kathryn's eyes, made Seven's stomach turn. She had come to feel this way around the Captain a lot more recently, yet she didn't understand it.

"I asked Commander Chakotay." Kathryn's eyes followed her hand as she placed the plate on the table and grabbed a wrapped gift from behind her. Kathryn hadn't seen it, when she walked in. Her eyes widened as Seven gave it to her. She hadn't expected cake, even less a gift.

"I- Thank you, Seven. This wouldn't have been necessary." Seven kept quiet, her usual serious expression on. And yet, there was an unusual fondness in her eyes.

Carefully Kathryn unwrapped the gift, uncovering a beautiful blue book cover. There were golden flowers all over it, framing the title.

Crime and Punishment

Fjodor Dostojewski

"Seven." The name left Kathryn's mouth, not more than a quiet breath. She felt her eye's water, the book was beautiful. It was her favourite, and no one had made an effort to make that much research since she had gotten to the delta quadrant. Suddenly she felt all her prior loneliness wash over her, feeling like Seven cured it. Even if just for the moment.

"You don't like it. I apologise, Captain. I can replicate a new one." Seven's brows furrowed in concern. Seeing the tears in her Captains eyes made her jump to a wrong conclusion. She had come far, but there was still a long way ahead of her.

"No, I love it." Kathryn's voice was thin. Looking up at Seven caused a tear to fall down her cheek. Hastily she wiped it away, but Seven had already seen it.

"Captain, there is no need to lie. You are crying."

"They are happy tears, Seven. The first in a few years." Kathryn reached out, covering Seven's hand with hers, which caused the young woman to slide closer. For a moment, they forgot all and everything around them. Just looking into each other's eyes, loosing themselves in each other. And like someone had hit her with it, Seven realised what the stomach turning meant. What the heat on her cheeks meant, and what it was she felt. The Doctor had told her about all of those symptoms. She had fallen in love, something she had deemed impossible.

But hadn't she been the one to tell Captain Janeway that impossible was used far too often? She should have had more faith.