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hello!

could I maybe request a Brienne x reader version of the story you just posted with Larissa involving some dancing, Bri can be all flustered, won’t stop staring and maybe Pod makes fun of her for it, and then, some smut?

Bonfire Night

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 655

Warning: NSFW, 18+, smut

A/n: So I have two stories of Larissa with dancing, Dance Floor and Punishment. I wasn't sure which one you meant, so I did a mix of both! Hope you like it <3

You knew how shy Brienne was with her feelings, she'd never make a first move. The problem was you wouldn't either. At least not sober. Drunk was a whole different story.

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It had been a long day and Pod and you just wanted to relax a bit. Have some fun, drink something and dance around the fire. Brienne was not having it.

"You'll both feel terrible tomorrow, if you drink now." She was right, of course. You wanted to go on tomorrow, and it was understandable that Brienne didn't want to hungover people on the road with her. Still the fun was absolutely necessary.

So, while Brienne just sat on a tree trunk, you and Pod drank and drank and laughed and drank even more. Truthfully speaking, way too much. And to your surprise, with the alcohol came the courage.

Your initially chaotic dancing turned into a seductive dancing, directed to Brienne alone. You danced just for her.

"I think Brienne likes that, (Y/n)." Pod grinned. And looking at Brienne, you were quite sure he was right. She just started at your hips, moving slowly, your hands running over them. Her face was bright red, and she didn't dare to look into your eyes.

Carefully you approached her and took her hand in yours. You tried to pull her up and to your surprise she actually stood up, awkwardly standing in front of you. She didn't wear her armour anymore, just linen shirts.

"Here, put your hands on my hips." You guided them, gently putting them to the sides of your body. She looked at you, eyes widened, cheeks red. You stepped closer to her, still moving your hips. Your bodies nearly touched, and your breasts were grazing her. Hands around her neck, practically clinging to her, you looked into her eyes.

It was like flirting without words, intimate like nothing you'd ever experienced before, you started to lightly kiss her neck. Her skin under your lips, felt like heaven. Sucking on it a little, marking her, you elicited a moan from her. Her voice deep and full of pleasure sounded amazing.

You turned your back to her and leaned into her form, making her sigh in pleasure. You smirked at Pod, seeing him leave.

You still moved your hips, grinding into her, desperately searching for some contact. You took Brienne's strong hand and guided it to your front, gently shoving into your pants.

"What are you doing, my lady?" You leaned your head against her chest and smirked up at her, seeing her blush.

"I'm letting you pleasure me, love." Her cheeks warmed up even more at the pet name.

"But I have no idea-"

"That's why I'm guiding you." You put her fingertip directly onto your throbbing clit and moved it a little.

"Yeah, exactly like that. Just rub there." You took your hand out of your pants, throwing your arm behind you and around her neck. Brienne gently started to rub your clit, making you even wetter.

"Oh, please Brienne, faster." She learned fast, she did what you told her and started rubbing in circles making you moan. You clung to her, hoping your legs wouldn't give out, but suddenly you felt Brienne's other hand on your waist, supporting you. As her pace quickened it got hard for you to keep quiet, secretly you felt sorry for Pod.

"Please, Brienne- ah, just like that. I'm gonna come." With that and her name on your lips you came undone. Moaning and collapsing into her arms. You slowly turned around and kissed her gently. You felt her hands wander down, under your thighs. You screamed a little in surprise as she lifted you, but you willingly wrapped your legs around her torso.

"More, Brienne. Please, I want more of you." You didn't have to say that twice, with that she carried you into her tent. Continuing your own kind of dance in there.

love ur writing! was wondering if you could do one where brienne gets jealous? idk feel free to do whatever you want with it !

Mine

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 702

Warning: NSFW, 18+, jealousy, eating out, overstimulation

A/n: I made Brienne a little more dominant here, a little different from my usual stories of her. Hope you like it!<3

The evening had been wonderful, you had fun and loved spending time with Brienne. It was hard getting her to open up, but it felt like you were making progress.

It had been warm inside the tavern, so you were desperate for some fresh air and Brienne accompanied you. Together you walked along the river, where it was quiet and no one would interrupt you.

You had your arms intertwined with one another, and you side was pressed to hers. She was unusually quiet, but you ignored that.

"I had such a fun evening!" You beamed at Brienne, but she looked straight ahead.

"I could see that." Her voice was colder, more distant.

"I would have really loved to dance with you, but I respect your wish not to." Brienne shook you off her arm, physically distancing herself from you.

"Well, it seemed the young man you danced with was a perfect fit." Her voice sounded hurt, was she jealous? You stopped walking and looked at her, surprised of her behaviour.

"Brienne, are you jealous?" She stopped and slowly turned to look at you. She opened her mouth, just to close it again.

"It's alright, love. It's cute. But I want you to know that there is no reason to be jealous. The man I danced with was funny, but that's all. It was one dance, I'll probably never think about him again. I don't even know his name. I just have eyes for you." She slightly smiled at that.

"I know, still I don't like people touching what's mine." She got bolder and bolder with every day the two of you were together. At the beginning she was so very shy, always blushing at anything you did or said. With time, she learned to be a little more open, more dominant and sometimes even take the lead. You felt it came with trust, the more she trusted you, the more she opened up.

Playfully anger and lust flickered through her eyes. Roughly she picked you up and carried you back home. Her eyes never leaving your body, wandering over it, to your lips your eyes and back to your breasts. The moment the door of your room closed behind her, she hungrily kissed you dropping you onto the bed.

Her hands, undressed you with ease. She licked her lips, ready to make you moan out her name. Slowly she started kissing down your chest.

"This," she stopped to kiss you left nipple, "and this," she kissed your right nipple, "is all mine. You understand that?" She looked up at you, waiting for an answer.

"Yes, Brienne. I'm yours." She grinned at that, moving down to your stomach and then even further down. Spreading your lips a bit she placed herself between them. With her fingers she ran through your folds, collecting all of your juices. Gently she started rubbing your clit making you moan out at first contact. She placed her other hand on top your lower stomach, as to hold you in place. Desperate for release, which you knew would come fast, you started moving your hips against her fingers.

"Brienne, my love. Please, I need more." You panted between strangled breaths. Her fingers started to move faster, circling your throbbing centre, eager to make you scream. You were close, very close. Brienne knew that, she heard it in your moans.

"Please, I'm coming-" screaming her name and holding onto her hand, you stumbled over the edge. Gasping for air, you tried to come down from your high, as you felt Brienne's soft lips touch your clit.

"Brienne, oh- I can't..." she didn't stop, licking over your bundle of nerves.

"Yes, you can." She squeezed your hand, and moved her tongue faster, starting to suck as well. It was getting too much, you felt the next orgasm roll over you. Your legs started to tremble, and your moans came out strangled.

"Ah, Bri- please- ohh." Gently she licked you clean and crawled up to you. Giving you a light kiss on the forehead, she smirked at you.

"Learned your lesson?" You couldn't say anything, so you just nodded at her. Pulling her closer, you nuzzled into her side, calming down.

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.

A little too much Alcohol Pt.2

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 746

Warning: none

A/n: Part 1, this might be shit, sorry. I wrote half of it at the airport and the other half in a Pub. Also I'm so sorry for the lack of fanfics atm, I have so much to do!😭

Waking up, you immediately felt like someone was trying to drill through your head. Thankful for the glass of water at your side, you gulped it down in one. The sunlight that fell through your window made your head sting, and you hastily pulled the curtains close.

Today wouldn't be too active. You just wished to stay in bed and sleep through your immense hangover. No matter how hard you tried, the memory of the last evening didn't seem to come. Instead, your headache just seemed to get worse, so you gave up and crawled back into bed.

You had nearly drifted back to sleep as you heard someone open the door. The steps were light and yet firm. You immediately recognised them as Brienne's. Feeling safe with her, you stayed in your current position. Back turned towards her, nuzzled into the sheets. You felt the bed dip down a little as she sat down and soon a warm, soft hand stroked your shoulder. She lightly pulled at your shoulder, as to make you turn to face her. You obeyed.

Brienne smiled at you warmly, leaning down a bit to place a soft kiss on your lips.

"Morning, little Chatterbox." You hid your face under the covers, embarrassed. You had already assumed, that you had talked a lot. Probably a lot of embarrassing and stupid stuff. You always did when you were drunk. Which didn't often happen, which explains why you had never been this drunk. So you imagined it must have been horrible. Like someone vomiting words.

"What did I say?" You mumbled through the fabric, peaking over it with one eye.

"It's nothing- just..." you could see Brienne was searching for words, that didn't happen often. And she was lying, which also didn't happen often. What on earth had you done?

"Brienne, I know you're lying. Spit it out." You sat up straight, looking at her seriously. Why was she so strange about this matter? You could imagine having said anything hurtful. Because: drunken words are sober thoughts. And you had never, ever had one bad thought about Brienne.

Brienne saw the panic in your eyes, and however hard it was for her to understand why. She knew you never wanted to hurt her.

"It wasn't anything bad, don't worry. It's just-" She sighed, looking down a little embarrassed herself.

"You said that I was really tall. And then- you didn't realise you were talking to me- then I thought you would say something insulting, but... You said it was hot." She nearly whispered the last part, and you had to lean in a little to understand her. Taken aback, you lean against the headboard. Staring at her, you tried really hard to keep your laugh in, and failed miserably. A deep, throaty laugh escaped you as your head fell against the wall.

Brienne was too stunned to speak, her eyebrows furrowed a bit. You quickly grabbed her hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

"I'm sorry, Brienne. But that's not what I expected, I thought I had insulted you or- I don't know. That's just the blant truth." Her eyes shot up, looking at you surprised.

"Oh, don't look so confused. I thought you knew. I love it when you tower over me, it's so hot, and it makes my knees go weak. Honestly, you can't be so oblivious." Brienne shyly looked at you. The revelation hit you like a truck. Right in the face. She was. She absolutely was that oblivious.

Leaning forward a little, you tilted her chin up. You cupped her cheek and pulled her closer to you. Her lips on yours erupted butterflies in your stomach. It was one of those kisses that could make you nervous and shy, even if you had been married for twenty years.

Slightly pulling back, you leaned your forehead against hers. Her eyes were shut, her breathing was ragged. You knew she was on the verge of tears.

"Brienne, my beautiful girl. I always thought you knew how mesmerised I am by you. I don't just think you're beautiful, you make my heart skip, my breath hitch. I never want you to second guess how much I love you and how stunning I think you are. Understand?" A single tear escaped and ran down Brienne's cheek. You gently brushed it away, and placed your lips on hers.

"And now, lay down and keep quiet. I have the headache of a century." Brienne lightly chuckled and obliged.

Tag List: @thoroughly--confused, @danveration

Brienne of Tarth

Drunken Kiss ♡♧

Dancing in the Dark ♧♡

Protecting Brienne ♡

Don't leave me ◇

You, not him ♧♡

A better World / Part 2 / Part 3 ♡

Picnic? ♡♧

A little too much alcohol / Part 2 ♡

The first time ☆♡

Thief ♡

The last Night ☆♡◇ / Part 2 ♡◇

My Protector ◇♡

Equals

If my heart could speak ♧♡

I need you ◇

Brothel ☆

I'm ready ☆♡

Bonfire Night ☆

Mine ☆

Gwendoline Christie

Larissa Weems

Lucifer

Brienne of Tarth

I Promise (Brienne x Reader)

Brienne x reader angst

Summary: She couldn't lose you. So she didn't. And she kept her promise, like she always does.

Warnings: Blood, injury, graphic description of injuries.

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Thunk.

As soon as she heard the trigger of a crossbow being pulled, Brienne’s heart stopped. It felt as though time was moving a mile an hour. She heard the crunch and squelch of the crossbow bolt hitting flesh and piercing bone. She looked down at herself - nothing, no injuries. No blood, no pain. Then she heard it - the agonizing cry of a familiar voice: You. She sprinted towards the sound, leaping over fallen trees and boulders. 

As she comes into a clearing in the woods, there you are. Standing there, frozen and wide-eyed. Your eyes meet hers, and her eyes look down to your torso. Sticking out from under your ribs was the bolt. Your knees buckle, and you fall to the ground. Brienne runs over to your side, taking off her cloak and putting pressure on the wound. Your deep red blood is a stark contrast to the pale snow beneath you. You cough, sputtering as blood drips down your chin. Your body trembled, and you clutch onto Brienne’s arm. Tears streaming down her face, she gently whispers to you. “Just breathe, we’ll get you to a healer’s tent. Just hang on. Don’t move. You’ll be okay.” You cough again, red staining your shirt. The air was cold, and the wind was blowing harshly against your pale skin. You inhale, wheezing in pain. Brienne picks you up, stabilizing the bolt in your side. You whimper, feeling tired and weak. Brienne stares down at you, cradling your weak frame in her arms. She runs through the woods, making her way towards the camp. 

Your eyelids feel heavy, and your limbs feel like lead. The world is moving slowly around you, and Brienne’s face blurs. You blink slowly, and then everything fades to black. Brienne panics as she sees you pass out, picking up her pace. She finally makes it to a clearing with tents scattered around, and she runs towards the healer’s tent. Brienne bursts in, frantically looking around. “Please, she’s injured. A crossbow bolt to the side. She’s bleeding out.” She says, her words jumbled and panicked. A healer points to an empty cot, and Brienne gently and quickly places you down. Her anxiety spikes as the healer unwraps her cloak from your body. You whimper, shifting a bit. The healer looks at Brienne. “When I pull the bolt out, press your cloak to the wound.” He says, grabbing towels and water. Brienne nods firmly, preparing herself. As the healer grabs on to the bolt, Brienne inhales. The healer pulls, freeing the bolt and causing your eyes to fly open as you cry out. Blood begins to pool out of the wound, and Brienne quickly applies pressure. The healer grabs a suture needle and a candle, instructing Brienne to continue applying pressure for several more minutes. You look at her with frantic eyes, and Brienne stares back.

After some time, the healer nods at Brienne to have her take off the cloak, and he quickly presses a towel to the wound, starting to stitch it closed. The wound slowly stops bleeding, and after finishing the suture, the healer pours water over the wound, wiping at it with a clean cloth. You cry out at the stinging and burning, whimpering. Brienne gently takes your hand and squeezes it tightly. “You’re okay now. I’m here, I’ll take care of you. I promise.” Brienne says as the healer wraps your torso in bandages. You nod, exhaustion evident on your features. Brienne presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be here when you wake up. I promise.” You close your eyes, allowing your body to rest. Brienne keeps her word, staying by your side.