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I have a request that is Brienne and reader been in a relationship for time. But they don't do the next step. Brienne say she is prepared and reader is so soft. R want Brienne have the best and intenses orgasm.

I'm ready

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 1207

Warning: NSFW, 18+, eating out, scissoring, cunnilingus, edging

A/n: hope you like it!! <3

"(Y/n), I think I'm ready." You stopped taking off her armour to look Brienne in the eyes. Gently you cupped her face.

"Are you sure?" She nodded, nervously smiling and kissed you.

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Brienne and you had been together for nearly eight months now. But you had been in love with her for over a year. It had taken some time to get enough courage to actually ask her out and tell her how you feel. And it had taken even longer, to make her believe and understand how much you actually loved you. Sometimes you felt like she still doubted it.

You tried to show her, every day, how beautiful you thought she was. How amazing you find her, how much you love all the thing she was always mocked for. Her height, her strength, her body, her abilities.

With time, you felt her become more and more comfortable with you. Kissing turned into heavy make out sessions. She leaned more and more into your touch, allowed your hands in places that made her freeze at the beginning. Yet they never went to her most private parts, just as hers never wandered to yours.

She wasn't ready, and you were fine with that. For her, you would wait forever. And you had told her that.

It surprised you a little, that she told you she was ready in a moment like this.

It wasn't a make out session, you weren't kissing you weren't even cuddling. Brienne had just come back, and you helped her take off her armour. When she suddenly said it.

"(Y/n), I think I'm ready." You stopped taking off her armour to look Brienne in the eyes. Gently you cupped her face.

"Are you sure?" She nodded, nervously smiling and kissed you.

"Oh, my love. I'm so happy that you trust me with this. Let me finish taking of the armour." You finished, not trying to rush too much. You couldn't deny that you longed to touch her, longed to hear her and give her pleasure. You felt that with every second you were filled with more and more lust. It wasn't even about wanting to be pleasured. You just loved Brienne so incredibly, that you wanted to give her the stars and more. Preferably an amazing orgasm.

"I want you to tell me if I do anything that you don't like, ok? I would never want to make you feel bad, this is all about pleasuring you." She nodded and slowly moved to the bed, you could see in her eyes that she was hungry for you. She wanted this just as much as you. Just because she hadn't slept with anyone before, didn't mean she hadn't wanted to.

She had just always pushed those wants and needs back, deeming them unimportant. Thinking she wasn't worthy of receiving something like that, and no one would have wanted to sleep with her, anyway. You were the first person to ever make her feel like she was important, like she was deserving of love and tenderness and now even the pleasures of sex.

Slowly you started to take of Brienne's shirt, admiring what was underneath. You crawled onto her lap and started sucking on her neck, clearly going to leave marks. You hand moved to her chest, kneading first her left and then her right breast. The light moans coming out of Brienne made you smile. You gently pushed her to lay down and sucked at her breast, while roaming her body with your hands.

"(Y/n)..." your name came out breathy, sounding like heaven out of her lips. Never had you liked your own name this much. Soft kisses on her stomach, made her shiver. You kissed your way down to her pants and with her help they were off in less than a second.

You stroked her inner thighs, gently pushing her legs open. She was very wet, ready for you to dig into her. You licked your lips and got closer to her centre, merely brushing over it, you heard her suck in her breath. You couldn't believe that this would really be the first time she'd feel this, the first time she'd be touched.

As your lips made contact with her throbbing clit, a growl escaped her. Blushing and hiding her face in the crook of her arm, she apologised.

"Darling, don't apologise. You're meant to make sounds, and I want to hear them all. Please just relax and let go." Your voice was deeper than usual, she didn't miss that. It dripped with lust.

You went back to work, with the goal to make gift her the best and most intense orgasm. So, you started, slowly at first, to lick her clit. But fast you increased your pace, hearing her moan above you showed you that she was nearing the edge. Right before she could stumble over, you stopped. Her protesting groans made you smirk, so after a few seconds of lightly kissing her body you resumed. This time with your fingers.

Running through her folds and rubbing over her pulsating centre. Her moans grew impatient and louder. You felt yourself getting wet, the sounds being the most erotic thing you'd ever heard. Again right before she would have come, you stopped.

"(Y/n), please. You said, you wanted to pleasure me." You had stood up, taking of your clothes as well.

"Oh, and I will. Just be a little patient, we're nearly there." Naked as the day you were born, you crawled on top of her not missing the way she stared at your breasts. Chuckling, you took her hand and placed it on your breast. She instinctively started to stroke and squeeze it. Her strong hands completely enveloping it. You could help but moan, while you placed yourself on her centre, lowering until you felt her juice all over you.

You took her leg and lifted it, resting on your hip. Her cunt was even more accessible for you like that. Slowly you moved your hips, thrusting against her. In mere seconds, Brienne was a screaming mess under you.

This felt different, then the two times before. She felt the pleasure more intensely, it built up stronger.

"Oh, Brienne. Please...move your hips, I need-" She did, also thrusting her middle against you. Trying to get as much friction as possible. You saw Brienne's forehead glistening with sweat.

She threw her hand onto your hip, supporting your movement. The two of you moaned in unity, and with one last look at her, you came. Panting and moaning. You didn't stop your movement though, wanting Brienne to also come, even though you felt how sensitive you were.

"(Y/n), please. This feels so good." Laying your hand on top of hers, still on your breast you encouraged her to let go.

"Come for me, let go. You're such a good girl for me, aren't you?" With one last scream she came, legs twitching and breathing raged. You climbed off of her and passionately kissed her.

"You're really hot, when you let go and scream like that. You know that?" You looked at her, knowing how she'd react. Blushing and pulling you in, to hide her face in your shoulder.

"Just the truth."

Bitches be turning into a blushing puddle as soon as you call them any pet name. It's me I'm bitches

Hello!! Can I request a Larissa Weems x teacher!reader where reader’s fashion sense is more on the comfort side so they always wear vests over loose shirts, cardigans, jumpers and things like that and Larissa thinks it’s adorable but Larissa sees reader in gym clothes one day after working out and she just gay panics and reader, being the helpful person that they are, goes to check on her but Larissa gets even more flustered. Thank u!

Gym Clothes

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 358

Warning: none (?)

A/n: It's very short, but I quite like it. It's really cute, hope you agree anon!!<3

Larissa loved your clothing style, and she didn't keep it a secret. Often she complimented you on the sweaters or vests that you wore. But she also often wondered what you look like underneath all of those layers. The baggy clothes kept your body form an absolute secret.

But she certainly wasn't prepared for the actual view.

It was the end of the day, and you were just coming back from running, walking through the corridors of Nevermore. Larissa opened her office door and saw you, happily walking in your gym clothes. A tight sport legging and merely a sports bra. It was a warm day after all. She stopped in her tracks, looking at you coming closer and closer. What she experienced was probably best described as full on gay panic. Her heart was racing, and her breath hitched, you looked absolutely stunning.

It was a wonder she wasn't drooling from the view, but her heart surely increased in pace as she saw you walking directly over to her. You had spotted her, looking rather uncomfortable and were quite concerned.

"Principle Weems, are you alright?" Larissa immediately blushed and unsuccessfully tried to answer. She opened her mouth and closed it again, no words escaping her. You actually weren't that much shorter than her and could easily put your hand on her shoulder. Her body stiffened at that, and she felt goosebumps all over her.

God, she was an absolute mess for you. And after you had seen her blush, you were sure she wasn't sick. Fast you understood the reason for her flustered reaction and used it to your advantage.

"You like what you see, huh?" You weren't sure, if that was even possible, but she seemed to blush even more. She looked extremely cute, with red cheeks and nervous.

You gently laid a hand on her chest, right above her heart. It was racing. Knowingly you smirked at her.

"Maybe, you'd like to go out with me sometimes?" The other woman nodded slightly, completely overwhelmed by the placement of your hand. Cheekily you grinned and placed a kiss on her cheek before turning around and leaving.

Thank you, so much!!! Ly<3

Did you ever just feel so lucky for knowing someone you met online? Like.. I was one click away from not following you. I was one second away from never even knowing of your existence.  I would never have been this happy. 

Request for a student!Larissa weems x student!reader song fic to sex sells by Lovejoy.

Maybe Larissa and r kiss/hookup drunkenly when they are alone at a party and larissa is gone in morning. The next time r sees them they have a tory bf and r is hurt because larissa told her bf r forced themself on her and that got spread round the school to the point where r had to leave?

Years later they are adults they meet at a party and Larissa apologizes for her internalised homophobia and explains they had a very unaccepting family and only dated that dick to please them. They end up hooking up and in the morning she is gone again and r is a scared she left again but Larissa comes back in with coffee and holds them while they tell her never to leave them again?

She's not there

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1265

Warning: internalised homophobia, insulting

A/n: I hope you like what I did with your idea!!!<3

You had probably liked Larissa since you had first seen her. How could you not? She was intelligent, funny, beautiful and so incredibly kind to anyone. All this time you had been fine with admiring her from a far, seeing her happy was all you cared about. Never would you have thought that she would hook up with you, but most of all, you would have never thought that she'd hurt you in the way she did. She was so kind after all, was she not?

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It was a typical high school party, just with outcasts. But that made it even more fun, especially when the psychics used their powers to entertain the rest.

You stood at the side, laughing at the startled face of your friend, who was the victim of a psychic's joke right now. You had all drunken a little too much, the whole school would be hungover tomorrow, you just knew the teachers would be mad. But did that stop any of you? Surely not.

Suddenly you felt someone lean against the wall beside you, without looking you knew it was Larissa. You smelled the familiar mix of lemon and bergamot.

"Already bored?" You laughed at her, looking straight ahead, not wanting to look at her. You weren't sure what your drunken self would do.

"No, just wanted to spend some time with you." Your breathing hitched, surprised by her confession. Gently she turned you to look at her and as you had predicted, your drunken self wasn't able to hold back. You looked into her eyes and in mere second your lips were on hers. For a second she stiffened but fast she kissed back, dragging you out of the room into the corridor.

Still kissing, the two of you stumbled towards your room. Fiddling with the key you missed opening the door multiple times. Larissa chuckled behind you, grabbing your hand and guiding it, finally the door opened, and you fell onto the bed. It was the typical drunken sex, chaotic, messy, fiddling and a lot of giggling.

You fell asleep together, and woke up alone. Your heart broke a little, but at first you thought she just got overwhelmed, or she needed some air. But she didn't come back, and she also didn't talk to you anymore.

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Swore she'd never kiss a tory

But this boy was too good to lose

It was a sunny day, and you thought maybe going to Jericho would take your mind off of Larissa. Wrong decision. You sat in a little book café, reading as Larissa walked past the café with a boy around her waist. You knew him, he was an asshole. Homophobic and racist. Why on earth would Larissa date him?

You felt your heart clench at the look, day ruined. Fast you finished the coffee and left.

It was horrible, but what made it even worse was that everyone talked about it. Wherever you went, people called after you or insulted you.

"Hey, you freak. Why did you do that?" You turned, confused. You hadn't even been able to go to your room without people stopping you.

"What?" The girl looked at you disgustedly.

"Force yourself onto Larissa. That's disgusting, honestly." She spit on to the floor, nearly hitting your shoe. You had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, but you had an idea who spread the rumour. It hurt you, more than a rejection could have ever.

And it made your life living hell, everyday people insulted you, spit on you or just looked at you disgustedly. You were thankful that you didn't have a roommate, you cried nearly every evening.

Know she's not there, I know she's going to his flat

You just couldn’t stop thinking about Larissa with her boyfriend. The way his hand had lingered on her waist, holding her close. Like she was his property.

The talking and glancing became so bad, that you eventually decided to leave the school. You knew there wasn't another school for outcasts in America. So you moved to England. And even though it was hard, going to a new country alone, leaving your life behind, it was the right decision. It helped you heal and find peace again.

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It had been years since you moved to England, you liked it and never left. So going to the class reunion was a little more effort for you than it was for most others, but you still did it. You couldn't deny that you missed Nevermore and wanted to see how it was doing.

Truthfully, you hadn't thought about the fact that Larissa would be there. So it did hit you as you saw her standing across the room, laughing with someone you didn't know.

How's it feel to be so loved, yet so alone?

Suddenly, for a second, you were reminded of how you had felt before you left. It was a short moment, but it stung.

You felt yourself panic a little as she approached you.

"(Y/n)? I didn't think you'd come." You tried to smile, but it probably looked a little forced.

"Well, I wanted to see the school again. I missed it and my departure wasn't exactly pleasant." Larissa's face dropped and guilt washed over it.

"I- I want to apologise, (Y/n). I shouldn't have done what I did, it was hurtful, I know. But my family was so unsupportive and always told me I shouldn't dare come home with a girl. So I grew up with homophobia and internalised that, being attracted to a girl scared be. And that idiot, Steven. I just dated him to please my parents. I never wanted him to tell it around school. I can understand if you can't forgive me." But honestly, how could you still be mad? She was charming and beautiful as ever, you had accepted what had happened. And above all, you knew how hard internalised homophobia and non-acceptive parents were.

"It's okay, Larissa. I understand how hard it must have been for you. It just really broke my heart, because I really liked you." Looking up at her, you knew you still did. You had probably never stopped liking her.

"Can I kiss you?" You looked up at her, waiting for her answer. She blushed immediately and slightly nodded. You never knew Larissa Weems could get flustered. A second later your lips crashed onto hers.

It did feel a lot like the last time, stumbling through the hall, fiddling with the keys, giggling a lot. And as you woke up and looked to the right, you thought deja vú.

Larissa had left, again. You felt your eyes get glossy, desperately trying to hold the tears back as you heard the door open. Hastily you tried to cover your still naked body with the sheets and looked up, just to see Larissa with a bag of croissants and coffee in hand. She immediately noticed the tears in your eyes.

"Oh love, what's wrong?" Sitting down on the edge of the bed she gently took you into her arms.

"I thought you left me again." You leaned into the warmth of her body, happy that she came back.

"I'll never leave you again. I just bought croissants and coffee." Softly she kissed the top of your head and chuckled as she saw that the sheets had uncovered your chest. Hastily you pulled it up again.

"Darling, I don't think that's necessary. My mouth was all over it just a few hours ago." She winked at you and your cheeks became bright red.

Oh my god I didn't know requests were closed I'm so so sorry

Dont worry, I'll still put it on my list!! It'll just take a while, school just started again 😘❤