I Want Need Her To Look At Me Like That.

I want need her to look at me like that.

I think I just forgot how breathing works

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

Hey!! How are you doing? Okay, so since you're an educator, could you write a college!Larissa x fem!reader friends to lovers?

Reader is a politics major and they become friends over their shared interest in education. They get really close and something small (maybe Reader helping Larissa do her makeup in the classic wlw picture) makes her realize she's not so straight. Since we're thinking 1990s, being a sapphic politician wouldnt be so acceptable so Reader decides to change her college so she doesn't need to ruin their friendship but also keeps herself away from the "temptation". They eventually lose touch, but years later they meet in a Education Leadership Conference (or something like that) and Reader invites Larissa to work on some new law or campaign fully believing she's over her crush.

Except she's not. And adult!Larissa is slowly falling for Reader and her dedication to the education of outcasts and... idk, rights on children halthcare.

College Sweetheart

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 2049

Warning: none (?)

A/n: I really like this actually, I hope you do too!! I'm sorry that I've been rather quiet today, I've spend the day with my best friend and didn't have so much time to write due to that. <3

You were straight. That was something you had been sure of your whole life. But right now, sitting in front of Larissa, you weren't so sure anymore.

The two of you had met in college and immediately hit it off. She was kind of your best friend by now. Your major was politics with a focus on educational law and Larissa's major was education. So your shared interest of the matter had brought you closer together. You had spent most of your free time together, even if it was just quietly learning together.

Of course, you had noticed that you felt happier anytime you were near her. Your heart seemed to explode, and you did get a little nervous. But that was normal, wasn't it? At least that were things you could ignore. But the latest incident couldn't be ignored. It was clear that you felt something for her, even though it was a little hard to grasp as you had been sure that you were straight. Apparently you weren't.

Larissa and you had decided to do a sleepover. A typical "girls night", watching movies, cooking together, laughing a lot and doing each others make up. The latter was the problem. While doing someone's makeup you get very, very close to them. And suddenly you got the undeniable urge to kiss her. Not in a funny way, like friends sometimes do. In a real, romantic way. The urge was so overwhelming that you had to stop applying her mascara for a second and pull yourself together. Thankfully, Larissa didn't seem to notice.

After this evening it got harder and harder to ignore what you felt for her. Suddenly you were much more aware of all the things you had already felt before. She was on your mind constantly and besides having a hard time concentrating most if the time, you were really scared. Scared of what she'd think and also scared, that if you'd ever act on the matter and somehow people would find out that you weren't actually straight, your career in politics would find an end before it had even started.

It took you a while to make the decision, it certainly wasn't an easy one. But it was the right one. And sometimes, making the right decision hurts.

You choose to change college. You needed to get away from Larissa, you wanted to be friends with her. Your friendship was very dear to you, she was after all your best friend. Larissa was devastated when you told her, you had made up some stupid lie. The focus on education was better there. It would be helpful and important for your career, you would be an expert in the matter. She believed it, of course she did. You were a good liar, you had always been. The farewell was horror, you cried. Both. But as you got in the car and Larissa was out of sight, you started to sob. A gut-wrenching, ugly sobbing. The tears blocking your vision so much you had to drive to the side of the road.

You tried to hold contact in the following weeks, calling and writing whenever there was time. The problem was, there was hardly any time. Your schedules couldn't have been any more different. And so, with time, you lost each other more and more. Until your friendship was merely a memory, coming to mind at times.

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"Shit!" You exclaimed as you tripped on the stairs. It had been a horrible day, everything seemed to go sideways. You had overslept, leaving you with six incredibly short minutes to get ready. But you had taken immoderate thirteen minutes, which is why your colleague had decided to just drive without you. That had led to you having to take the bus. Which was a horrible experience, as always. It was rush hour, you can imagine the situation inside of the bus. And now you tripped on the last stair on your way to the conference room.

Today was the Education Leadership Conference and you had a whole speech prepared on why schools for outcasts should be supported more. But it would be hard presenting that speech with some broken bones.

Thankfully, you didn't fall down. You felt arms around you, right before you would have hit the ground. The arms held you and lifted you back to your feet.

"Thank you very much, I real-" you didn't go on, because at that moment you realised who stood in front of you.

"Larissa?" You looked up to her, she looked exactly the same. Her signature red lipstick, the silver hair up in a beautiful hairdo and eyes blue like the ocean.

"(Y/n), what are you doing here?"

"Well I could ask you the same thing, I'm a politician. Focus on educational matters. Just how I always wanted it to be." You smirked, proud of what you had achieved.

"Well I'm the Principle of Nevermore Academy. The school for outcasts that I went to. And I am here to represent us in the educational system." You just wanted to tell her that you had a speech for that matter exactly, but you were interrupted by someone telling you two to please get in as the conference was about to start. So you went in and sat down together.

After a few hours the topic came to outcasts and the man leading the conference, bid you to the front. Larissa's eyes widened as she realised what your speech would be about.

Dear Ladies and Gentlemen,

First of all, I want to start by saying: thank you. Thank you for giving me the honour of talking in front of you today. Education is a matter that has always been important to me, but the education of outcasts is particularly close to my heart. And before you wonder, No, I'm not an outcast. But that doesn't mean, that I can't support them and their rights.

I believe that the way Outcasts are treated is outrageous. Just the name Outcasts is a scandal as itself. It tempts us to believe that a life together, all as one, isn't possible. That, under all circumstances, we should live like two different species. Romantic connections between them and "Normies", as we are being called, are frowned-upon. And I can't help myself, thinking back to the LGBTQ+ rights movement. Haven't we learned anything from that?

These people are born like this, it's what they are. And they need to receive proper education. It is unbelievable that the politics like to completely overlook this. And in addition to that I believe, that everyone should be educated on this matter. Because, you won't believe me Ladies and Gentlemen, but Outcasts aren't as rare as you might think. And to ensure a safe, and tolerant life together, education is essential.

Your speech went on for a little longer and as you sat down next to Larissa again you saw that she couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the conference.

"Would you like to grab a drink afterwards?" Larissa slid a piece of paper over to you. In neat handwriting you wrote: "I'd like that, very much."

So after the conference, Larissa and you left together. You showed her a little, quiet bar just around the corner.

"I- What you said in there, your speech. It really moved me." Larissa looked at you, close to tears.

"The kids, my students, they mean everything to me. And it makes me so incredibly angry that we are so overlooked by the politics. It's nice to see a Normie care so much." You put your hand on hers and smiled lovingly at her.

The evening felt like a haze, you talked for hours. Catching up on everything that happened, but with every second that you looked at Larissa, with every word she said, you came to realise that you were in love with this woman. And in fact you had been for nearly twenty years. This wasn't the slight crush you remembered, you loved her. There was no denying it. And suddenly your whole life made sense. You understood why you had never been able to really settle down with someone, to really feel pure and deep love for anyone.

This time though, you didn't cut contact with Larissa. After the conference she went back to Vermont and you kept in touch. Regularly you chatted and Larissa invited you to come visit Nevermore for Spring Break. You could have also come in-between holidays, but Larissa told you she wanted to have time for you. If the students were there that wouldn't be the case. Still you decided to stay longer than spring break, you were eager to meet some students and maybe even talk to them.

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You arrived at the train station in Jericho as it was already dark. The station was rather empty except for a few people who left the train together with you. It was easy to find Larissa. She was tall and there weren't a lot of people to block your vision.

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw her. You wanted to run to her, embrace and kiss her. You had missed her so much. But you knew how inappropriate that was, so you settled for a slight welcome hug. She guided you to her car, and you drove to the Academy.

It had something peaceful and calming to it, sitting in the car embraced by darkness. Looking at Larissa, face nearly unrecognisable but beautiful in the mild light of the street lamps. You could have kept driving on and on for hours. Just the two of you.

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The first few days, Larissa showed you around the school and Jericho. It was a flight spending so much time with her, but you weren't just her for fun.

You had brought some files and documents on the campaign about additional support for outcasts and their education. You really wanted Larissa's opinion and help on them.

So for the next week, the two of you spend a lot of time in the library and in Larissa's office. Hoovering over tons of books and files, researching the history and evolution of outcasts and how they were perceived in society. You definitely bonded even more over the work and Larissa found herself enchanted by you. Your dedication to the matter made her heart swell and moved her immensely. She fell for you, deeply. And even though she hadn't planed on sharing that with you, life sometimes makes different decisions.

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It was late already but the two of you were still in the library, quietly sitting next to each other reading through some books. Larissa turned around in her chair a little, bumping her long leg against yours. Fast she put a hand onto your thigh, right where her knee had hit you.

"I'm sorry, love." The pet names were as normal for her as breathing and still the made your heart stop every time. You grabbed her hand, looking up at her.

"No worries!" You wanted to go back to your book, but she didn't let go of your hand and as you looked up you realised she was staring at you.

"What's wrong?" And before she could think about it, it had slipped out.

"I think I love you." She threw her hand onto her mouth, as if that would get the words back inside. Her eyes widened in regret. Slowly you put the book from your lap onto the table and got closer to her.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/n). I shouldn't have said that." You gently took her hand in yours, trying to calm her.

"Why, I think it's wonderful." She looked confused, rejection was what she had expected. Not acceptance, and most of all she didn't expect you to return the feelings.

"Well, I've had a crush on you since college. Even though I've realised as I met you again, it was so much more than a crush. I love you, Larissa." Larissa looked extremely cute when speechless, her cheeks were burning red, and you felt goosebumps on her skin as you leant in for a kiss.

Maybe leaving hadn't been easy twenty years ago. But if it leads to this, you would always do it again.

Ello! i love ur works and i just wanna request a Larissa Weems x Daughter! Reader prompt.

Reader's feeling sick but she insists on attending class as usual. She doesn't want to tell Larissa because she don't want to add stress or burden to her already tired mom. But later on Larissa found out through one of the teachers or like one of reader's friend. I just want fluffff and I love the way you writeeee thank uuuuuu <33

You're not a burden

Pairing: Larissa Weems x daughter!Reader

Word Count: 463

Warning: none (?)

A/n: As you said yourself, I've written something very similar. But I'm a sucker for Larissa as a mother so I still wanted to write it! <3

You had woken up, feeling exhausted. Even though you had just slept for eight hours. It felt like your whole body ached. Standing up you nearly fell back down onto the bed, seeing black for a second and feeling your circulation nearly collapse. For a short moment you thought about staying home, but then your mum would want to stay too, and she had so much to do already. You didn't want to burden her, so you tried to pull yourself together and got ready for school.

"Are you alright, honey? You look a little sick." Larissa looked at you, worried.

"It's alright mum. I'm just not really woken up yet." Your mum put a plate with eggs and some bread in front of you, and stopped to tousle through your hair.

"Is that so, sleepyhead." She laughed and sat down with you to eat. You really didn't have any appetite but for your mother's sake, you choked the food down. Making you almost throw up ten minutes later.

The day was horrible, you couldn't concentrate and felt like falling asleep the whole time. You had drunken about three litres of water already and still had a headache. Of course that didn't go unnoticed by your teachers.

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"Principle Weems, do you have a second?"

"Of course, Marilyn. What is it?"

"If your daughter isn't better until tomorrow, maybe she should just stay home." Larissa was confused, you had been well this morning, hadn't you?

"What'd wrong with her?" Concern overtaking her features.

"She was exhausted the whole day, neatly falling a sleep. I think she might have a fever."

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"Honey?" Larissa had rushed to your apartment immediately.

"Honey, are you there?" She rushed through the rooms, looking for you. In your room, already laying in bed she found you.

"Oh, (Y/n). You should have just told me that you were sick this morning. You could have stayed home." You slowly turned around to look at your mother, sitting on the edge of your bed.

"I know, but I didn't want to burden you with even more work. You're always so stressed already." Larissa warmly smiled at you, kissing your forehead.

"Darling, you're never a burden, and you're not work. You're my daughter, and I'll gladly care for you. I'll always have time for that, no matter what's going on. Ok?" You nodded and watched her leave and come back with all sorts of things to make you feel better. She messed your temperature and gently did calf wraps, she brought you water and some painkillers. She cuddled you and let you sleep in her arm.

Needless to say that the next day, you did in fact stay home. And Larissa did too. Caring for you and loving you all day long.

Could you please write a Larissa weems x reader angst/song fic inspired by brand new city by mitski?

R is a famous artist who leaves out of the blue and shows up at Nevermore as the new art teacher? Larissa is a fan of their work and is confused why they chose nevermore and learns they were a former student. R has struggled with their mental health and being in the public eye led to drug use but managed to stay clean for their longest period just before/whilst teaching. This comes crashing down when they are having a panic attack before one on one meeting with Larissa because they are head over heels and think that she couldn't possibly like someone like them back and they think that they are going to get fired because they have no confidence in their teaching so they find their old emergency stash in a jacket pocket and take it before the meeting? This leads to a very concerned Larissa as R are acting weird so she questions them about what's wrong and they spill everything about being into them and about their issues since they are very out of it? Larissa basically just takes care of them til they sober up and holds R as they cry about having ruined everything thinking they 100% have no chance now but in fact Larissa loves them and just wants them to be the healthiest version of themself and is sad they didn't come talk to them about their issues sooner?

What'd you take?

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1953

Warning: mental health problems, drug addiction, relapse, panic attack

A/n: I really hope you like it, I tried to put some of the lyrics into the story. I hope I did alright! <3

Ever since you had been a little child, you had wanted to be a singer. You imagined it would free you from the poor life you had had. Your family never had a lot of money, and you wanted to be able to give them something back. But, turns out famous life isn't that great.

It had been great at the beginning, it felt like a haze. A haze of success and people all around, loving you and your music. But with time you got worse, the pressure that came with standing in the public eye, the massive hate that you received from some people. It overwhelmed you completely, you felt you weren't strong enough. But you had always loved what you were doing, so for quite some time you tried to find ways to withstand the pressure.

Slowly you fell into a serious drug addiction, and while you knew the shit you had brought yourself into, it's hard to stop if you're addicted. In the end your sister had been the one, who pulled you out of the whole you had fallen into. She helped you with quitting the pills and sobered you up.

You didn't plan on going back into show business, the fear of relapse was too great. So you took a little break and searched for a job. It was hard, wherever you applied, people recognised you and made a fuss. You just wanted to have some peace and get away from all the chaos. Your mother actually had the idea, that convinced you.

And that's how you found yourself in the office of Larissa Weems, headmistress of Nevermore Academy.

"Can I just ask, how did you become aware of Nevermore Academy? It's quite unusual for such famous people to apply at a school like ours." You had seen the question roam through her mind since the second you entered her office. As a singer you hadn't used your real name, so the postal apply hadn’t shown Principle Weems who you were. But your face certain had.

"Well, I have been a student her myself, over ten years ago. And I needed some distance from the whole show business. A school in the middle of the woods seems like the perfect match, doesn't it?" To your absolute delight, you got the job. And the day you moved in, was also the day that you had been sober for 200 days. Standing in your own little room in the Academy, proud was the word that came to your mind. You were so proud of you, you hadn't rotten in a whole of despair and addiction, no. You had built up a new life, a healthy life.

That new life was going great. Your students seemed to love you, even though they were a little taken aback the first time they entered the classroom, seeing you as their teacher. But it didn't take them long to recover from the initial shock. You realised you should have probably been a teacher all your life. Yes you loved singing, but this. This healed your heart, it was a passion you had never known to have.

The school and your work there brought you utmost peace and joy and with time you even felt yourself fall in love. While that as itself was wonderful and the most beautiful feeling, it brought a few problems with it. The first and most obvious one being, that you had fallen in love with Larissa. Your boss. Great, right?

At the beginning you hadn't even realised that you were in love with her. You had never been in love, so how do you differ between being in love with someone and just being happy to see them because they're your friend? No idea.

But with time it became obvious even to you. Ian, your favourite colleague had told you a long time before you had known it yourself.

"My god, (Y/n). Don't be so oblivious, you have the biggest crush on that woman." You stared at him in shock.

"What, no! I have not." Ian just grinned, he knew you would realise it yourself sooner or later. In your case it was later. It took you unbelievable long.

But one day you eventually did. You were in the library with Ian and Larissa came over to talk to you. It wasn't anything important, just some things about class. Right before she turned to leave, she looked you up and down and smirked.

"I really like the dress! It makes your pretty eyes pop out." And with that she left, not seeing you blush like crazy. You stared after her, and suddenly you turned to look at Ian.

"Oh god, I'm in love with her." Embarrassed you hid your face in your hands while Ian started laughing so much her had actual tears roll down his cheek. Everyone in the library looked at you, thankfully they hadn't heard your confession though. They just thought Ian was going crazy.

Well that was that.

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The thing with you in general was, that you were very unsure of yourself and extremely insecure in everything you did. You never felt like you were doing good or like you were enough. And that became quite the problem.

It had been a normal day, classes went quite well, and you had already finished some of your work as Larissa approached you. Face not kind and patient as usual, it looked rather displeased and cold.

"(Y/n), would you come to my office in an hour. We need to talk." You gulped and just nodded, immediately leaving for your room. The look on her face made you panic. All of your insecurities overthrowing your rational thinking.

What if she wants to fire me? I knew I was doing a shit job at teaching. I'm not made for this.

Now even the tiniest chance of her liking me is lost. She probably hates me, how could I have ever thought to have a chance with her. Why on earth would she like me?

You felt your mind getting filled with more and more fears and negative thoughts. Slowly but surely a panic attack was arising. You had been so proud of you new, healthy life, and you were more scared than ever to have that taken away from you.

Your breathing got unsteady, and your chest felt tight. It felt like your body was falling in pieces. Legs giving up underneath you, slowly sliding down the door. You held your trembling hand against your chest in hopes of being calmed by your heart beat, just to find your heart racing. It felt like your blood was passing you by. Still breathing ragged, you clung to the jacket that was hung over the chair next to you, and felt a little packet in it. You immediately knew what it was, and you very well knew how stupid this was. But rationality wasn't your biggest strength right now.

So you took the pills, probably the last ones you still had. It had been your emergency pack, even though for a while now you hadn't thought to ever need them again. Still leaning at your door, your breathing slowly flattened no you didn't feel like chocking anymore. The trembling of the hands decreased, and you could stand up again.

Calmed down now, you left your room and went to Larissa's office. You weren't even scared anymore, who cares if you'll get fired?

"Could I have some water?" Larissa found your behaviour to be extremely strange. Your pupils were extremely dilated, you complained about the heat on her office the whole time. It wasn't hot in her office, not at all.

"(Y/n), that's the third glass of water. You have been here for ten minutes."

"Well, apparently I'm quite thirsty. My, It's hot on here Larissa." That was it, this behaviour was absolutely unlike you.

"Darling, are you feeling alright. I'm a little worried about you?" You just looked at her, not really grasping what was happening.

"I just took a little. Really just a bit." That alarmed Larissa, and she immediately rounded her desk, sitting down next to you.

"What'd you take? Honey, look at me." You felt her take your hands and gently stroke over your pulse point. In hindsight, you weren't exactly sure what made you spill. Her gentleness, the worry in her eyes or your absolute despair.

"I'm so sorry. I've taken the pills. I know I shouldn't have, I- I- If you'll fire me, I can understand that but-" Larissa didn't look angry at all, no, she actually cupped your cheek and brushed the tears away.

"Shhh, Darling. Calm down, what pills?" You had a hard time breathing again, but managed to get some words out.

"My emergency pack. I- I ended my career because I had a drug addiction, but I was clean. I didn't- when I came her ... I hadn't for over half a year."

"It's alright, shh. Let it out, my beautiful dove." She pulled you into her chest and let you cry, hearing her heart beat made you calm down, until your breathing was normal again.

"Ok, love. You know I don't want to push, but I'm also your employer and I need to know what happened. Why did you take the pills?" You washed the tears away, even though that was useless as the next were already on their way. Ashamed you looked to the floor.

"I had a panic attack after you told me we needed to talk. I thought the ground was pulling me down. You looked so- so cold and angry. I thought I did something wrong, that you'd fire me, and I was so scared to lose the life I had so neatly built up again. I love this school and my work here, and I love you, and I was scared that you'd hate me and I- wait, no- what did I just say? No- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." Larissa just pulled you into a warm hug.

"(Y/n), calm down. Firstly, I didn't want to fire you. I'm so sorry that I made you think that. I just had an annoying situation with a student right before that and was a little on edge. I just wanted to talk about a club, you might like to do. Secondly, I don't hate you. I'm not mad about the pill thing, I just wished you would have come to me earlier. Telling me about your problems and fears. I want you to know that I'm always there for you. Because thirdly, I love you." Your eyes widened. All of your fears and thoughts had been absolutely unfounded. You had just assumed things, and you had misjudged her completely. You started to uncontrollably sob at that.

"Hush, love. Please don't cry. All is well." She gently rubbed your back and held you through it all.

"And please, don't think that you have failed your journey on sobriety. You relapsed, yes. But that's not the end of the world. We'll get you sobered up, and I'll stay with you though it all. And if you have any pills left we'll throw them out. I want you to talk to me in the future, if you ever feel like you'll relapse. Failure is a part of success." You nodded your head against her chest. Thankful for whatever fate, that this woman had become a part of your life.

And she held her promise. She helped you throw away the last pills, she was there for you when it got hard. She truly saved you. She and this school, where the best thing that and ever happened to you

Hiiiii I love your Brienne of Tarth stories. U was wondering if you could write an x reader where it's after the ending of GOT and the council is established where Tyrion has somehow convinced all the council members (except Sam of course) to go to a brothel or out of town special show and Brienne meets the reader there as the reader is a dancer and they kinda fall for each other at first sight ig if u want to. Thank you❤❤❤❤

Brothel

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 1191

Warning: NSFW, 18+, fingering, masturbation, eating out, queening

A/n: hope you like it!<3

"Oh, come on. That's so primitive and why do you even want us to come, we're women?" Arya was absolutely not convinced by Tyrion's idea to go to a brothel. She thought the whole concept was humiliating to any woman. But all the man in the round were excited and no one really listened to Arya's words.

"Brienne, can't you support me?" Brienne looked at Arya and just opened her mouth to say something as Tyrion interrupted.

"Oh, my dear Arya. We all know Brienne plays on our team here." He chuckled and Brienne was silenced immediately.

Arya and her sister overruled, they went to a brothel the same evening. It was quite dark inside and the air was thick. They all sat down and directly woman approached them, dancing around them. Some were even bold enough to sit down on the men's laps. The sisters talked about how absurd they found this, the man had fun and Brienne just sat in the middle, quietly. She really didn't know what to do and had nothing to say either.

She let her eyes roam through the room, stopping as she realised that you watched her. You had spot Brienne in-between all the people, because she looked so absolutely lost. Like she really didn't want to be here. Brienne's breathing hitched as she understood that you were approaching her. Eyes on her at all time. You were smitten by her. In all the years you had done this, no one had ever caught your eye like this.

Brienne couldn't deny that she found you very beautiful, attractive even. Still she would have never had the courage to address you.

You approached her, never stopping your hip movement and the dancing. You felt her eyes on your waist. You had to smirk at that.

She did like what you did. Her eyes wandering over you. But as you came closer and sat down on her lap, she stiffened. Surprised by your actions. Still she laid her hands on your waist, just to hold you and prevent you from slipping of course.

You gently ran your finger over her lip and pulled her bottom lip down a little. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but no words came out. So you spoke instead.

"You look quite lost, I hope you're not bored. But if you are, I could change that." Your voice was deep, seductive even.

"Look, Brienne has also found herself someone." Tyrion spoke, winking at Brienne. He turned to you and spoke.

"Take her with you, I'll pay for it." You politely nodded and stood up. Reaching out for Brienne's hand. She took it and let you guide her through the mass into a room at the back. As the door closed, it immediately became quieter. The door shielding most of the sounds.

You hadn't quite realised how tall she was, when you dragged her behind you. Now seeing her stand in front of you, having to lay your head back to see her, you were speechless. As you had first seen her, you hadn't been able to look away, mesmerised by her beauty. But this, it made her so much more attractive.

"I don't even know your name."

"Brienne." Brienne. You liked the sound of that. But even more than that you liked the way her lips looked. You had like the way they felt under your thumb, you would really like to feel them on your lips.

"Can I kiss you?" Brienne looked startled, overthrown by the pace this was evolving in.

"Not, if I don't know your name first."

"(Y/n)" Brienne nodded and mere seconds later her lips crushed onto yours. This felt so different to all the other times you had done this. It didn't feel like a job, like something you wanted to get finished. You could have kissed her for the rest of the evening. You wanted to bathe in her touch. Brienne felt similar, she wasn't, by all means, one to throw herself into feelings or something like this. She didn't really understand what was going on herself. She just knew, that she was completely under your spell.

"Take me to the bed." You gasped as she suddenly picked you up and carried you, your legs swung sound her waist. She put you down and crawled onto the bed, sitting between your legs. She planted kisses all over your neck, before gently brushing the thin fabric you were wearing off you. To her surprise you were completely naked underneath. She lightly stroked over your naked breath, making you groan out. She kept on kissing you, gently, full of caution. So much more thoughtful than all the man you were used to.

You started undressing her as well, which took a bit longer than it had with you, considering that she was fully dressed. As she was naked on front of you, you couldn't keep yourself from staring.

"You're beautiful, Brienne." She blushed at that, absolutely stunned that anyone could look at her with so much desire in their eyes.

"Sit on my face, please." You looked at her, she thought you were joking at first. But your face was completely serious.

"What? No, (Y/n) I'm too heavy, I'll crush you." You gently pulled her into another kiss.

"You won't, I promise. Please, I really want this. I want to taste you." Brienne blushed even harder, you had to say she looked really hot like this. All worked up and cheeks red.

Slowly Brienne climbed on top of your face. Right before lowering herself, she looked at you again, concerned. But before she could say anything, you rested your hands on her hips and pulled down. The moment your lips met her wet core, she moaned. And you would have sworn, that it was the hottest thing you had ever heard.

You started running your tongue through her folds, warning another moan. Fast you began licking and sucking on her clit, wanting to hear more of those delicate moans and wanting to pleasure her.

As you increased the speed and her moans grew loader, you felt your own pussy throb. Hearing her aroused you immensely. So you took one hand away from her hips and let it wander between your legs. Slowly you started rubbing your clit, while still eating her out.

"Oh, (Y/n). Please, it feels so good." You moaned against her centre, not being able to hold it back anymore. You could feel Brienne was close, her thighs tightened around your face and her groaned became breathier and louder.

"(Y/n), yeah, I-...ahh" with that she came undone on your face. She climbed off of you and licked her lips as she saw your fingers still rubbing your clit, desperately wishing for release. She sat down between your legs and pushed two fingers inside of you, making you moan more. You shut your eyes, moaning uncontrollably. A few moments later you came, absolutely exhausted. Brienne slowly pulled her fingers out of you and laid down next to you.

You both felt that this would not be the last time you saw each other.