Hi! Do You Think You Could Do Larissa X Reader Bed Sharing Fic, Like Possibly Reader Is A Teacher And

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.

Hello! It's me again, I have an idea once more. What if in the kingdom Brienne is staying at, the reader is a poet. The reader poems about her everyday, but doesn't think her love would be given back. So she settles for trying to make her day, every day. The reader wants to boost Brienne's confidence. So she leaves the poems where Brienne will find them. Until one day Brienne catches the reader. I'll leave the ending up to you though.

If my heart could speak

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 1288

Warning: none

A/n: So this idea was really beautiful and I quite like how it turned out. Though I habe to admit I did not wrote the poems myself, I am rather the one for Epic rather than Lyric. So the first one is from Rupi Kaur, the second one is from Akexandra Vasiliu, the third one is from stefaniebriarpoetry from Instagram and the last one is from Kiersten White! I have just changed the pronouns in the third one to 'you'.

The day Brienne had arrived in the Kingdom and you had laid eyes on her, it had happened. You had fallen in love. Well, at the beginning you probably weren't really in love. But you were absolutely mesmerised by her beauty, her grace, her eyes, the stories behind them, her smile, her voice, everything about her. The falling in love had just happened, like a natural process.

All your life your poems had been inspired by the beauty you found in simple things. So it was no wonder that your poems started being about Brienne more and more, until at some point you didn't write about anything else but your love and adoration for her.

It was absolutely clear to you, that she's never reciprocate your feelings, why should she? You were just a poet, nothing as special as her, a knight. So you had settled with leaving your poems all around her, in places where you knew she would find them. She had implied that people hadn't always treated her nicely, so you made it your job to remind her of her own beauty.

The first poem you had felt was good enough to be seen by her eyes, was a very small one. You wanted to start little.

If you are broken

and they have left you

do not question

whether you were

enough

the problem was

you were enough

they were not able to carry it

It was small and yet it said everything it needed to say. You had sneaked into Brienne's room as she was away and put it on top her neatly folded night clothes on her bed.

With each time you got bolder in the choice of your poem, they got more specific, you opened up more. Showed more of your feelings.

If my heart could speak,

it would say to you,

"I will not let you go,

I will hold you

in my arms

forever."

This one you had placed on the chair she always sat on at dinner, right before she had come in, making sure she would actually get it. Before sneaking out you had looked at her, seeing her read it and a slight smile appearing. What you didn't see was the way her smile promptly left and Brienne looked around, a mix of anger and sadness on her face.

The next time you laid down the one you probably liked the most, it was purely about her beauty. The way you were absolutely in awe of her.

The sunlight caught your eyes,

the wind whipped your hair

around the curves of your face,

and I was undone...

desperate to trace constellations

between every freckle

and scar on your body:

your body that would burn for me,

wearing nothing but moonlight

until stirring with the dawn

our fingers still laced,

our tongues still eager by morning.

This one had found its place on the table in her room, together with some flowers you had picked for her. You sincerely hoped she hadn't seen you pick them and would find out that the poems were from you.

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You had just sneaked into Brienne's room again, wanting to lay down the next poem. You saw the flowers you had picked and given her the day before, in a vase with water in them. Your heart swelled, and you stayed in her room just a moment too long. As you heard the door behind you open, you stiffened. How would you come out of this situation, hastily you grabbed the poem to hide it.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here?" You slowly turned around, your mind rattling for an excuse.

"I-" you didn't get any further, as Brienne interrupt you. She had seen the paper in your hand.

"(Y/n), what do you have there?" As if it would help, you shoved it further behind your back.

"It's nothing, really." She didn't believe you, of course she didn't.

"Read it to me, please." You thought she looked scared, even sad. So you just did. You knew it'd probably ruin everything, but you just did it.

I didn't fall in love with you.

I walked into love with you,

with my eyes wide open,

choosing to take

every step along the way.

I do believe in fate and destiny,

but I also believe

we are only fated

to do the things

that we'd choose anyway.

And I'd choose you;

in a hundred lifetimes,

in a hundred worlds,

in any version of reality,

I'd find you, and I'd choose you.

Brienne's eyes filled with sadness, anger and confusion. You had messed it up, of course you had. You were so stupid.

"Why do you do this? Are you trying to mock me? Do you think this is funny?" Now you were confused, utterly. You had just told her that you were in love with her.

"I don't understand, what do you mean?" Brienne seemed to get angrier. Her voice louder than before and yet it seemed to break.

"You're making fun of me, with these poems. Putting them to places where I'll see them, ruining my day. People have called me cruel things, but no one has ever tried to hurt me so deeply." This was the actual opposite of your intention. So you had ruined it, but on a totally different way than you had thought.

You put the poem down and approached Brienne, wanting to put a hand in her arm. But she flinched, taking a step back.

"Don't touch me!" Her voice was thinner now, through suppressed tears. You took a step back.

"Ok, ok. I won't touch you. It's alright. But I'd like to speak, just listen. Is that okay? If you don't want to, I'll leave." You wanted to show her, that she was in control. You wouldn't do anything she didn't want.

"Talk." It lacked her usual kindness, but it was a confirmation nonetheless.

"First of all, I'm sorry if I've hurt you. In whatever way. That's the last thing I wanted to do. My initial thought was to brighten up your day. Show you how amazing you are, how much I love you. I apologise if I've overstepped." Brienne had sat down, while you were talking. She had calmed down and looked at you, still unsure whether to trust you or not.

"You don't mean that." It's just who she was, untrusting, unsure about herself. Not thinking she was loveable. She could tear herself away from those thoughts.

You slowly approached her, waiting if she'd send you away again. She didn't, so you kneeled down in front of her, gently taking her hand in yours.

"I do. More than I have ever meant anything in my life. All those poems, I've written them with you in mind. For I can't think of anything but you, since you have arrived. My mind is completely filled with you." She looked in your eyes, searching for any sign that you are lying. But to her own surprise she didn't find any. Your eyes were filled with honesty, love and adoration. Things she had never seen in anyone's eyes directed towards her.

Ashamed of her own feelings, all she could say was: "What if I'd happen to feel quite similar?"

Your eyes shone, she was sure now of your truthfulness.

"That, Brienne, would make me the happiest person alive." You stood up a little and leaned into her, gently stroking her cheek, making her blush under your touch. Before you could overthink it, you mildly kissed her. Capturing the salty remains of a tear. Moving away and looking at her, you could just smile. Over how happy you were, but mostly over the bright red that graced Brienne's cheek.

I want need her to look at me like that.

I think I just forgot how breathing works

Obsessing over her voice.

@wlwmitchell, this one's for you

when one character brokenly says “i have nothing to offer you” and the other character looks at them with fond exasperation, because there’s nothing else they could want except the gift of their love. that shit gets me.

Hello! I'm a minor and is it ok if I follow for purely for the fluff and angst posts? I don't read smut so I'd rlly like to follow you cus I like ur work,if you don't allow pls do tell me and I won't interact

Surely you can follow, I'd just appreciate if you wouldn't interact with the smutty works. But you said yourself that you don't read that. They all contain warnings so you won't miss them😘