#jaimebrienne

[burrichiv]

The sobs that Brienne heard were all her own. When she realized that, she threw down her knife and shuddered. “I’m sorry that I never trusted you. I don’t know how to do that anymore.” — (Brienne IV, AFFC)

art by @flargied, can't believe i forgot to post my commission here!! thank you so much again!

[irlplasticlamb]

“blue is a good color on you, my lady,” jaime observed. “it goes well with your eyes.” she does have astonishing eyes. brienne glanced down at herself, flustered.

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[brienneweek]

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[artstudents-stuff]

so no one made a Dunkdaeron/jaimebrienne parallel post? how?

Actually (!) I had one in mind for a very long time <3

The dunkdaeron and jaimebrienne parallel it's so tragic if we count the fact, that they're relatives.

Just imagine Dunk and his descendant, burdened with the same sense of honor that is disrespected by almost everyone around them. They, who believe in what is good and that, at the end of the day, the sun will rise again.

And then there are Jaime and Daeron, royalty, people who lacked nothing yet at the same time everything. They, who fall in love with people who are truly good, unlike themselves. They can never reach their level of honor and chivalry; they have nothing to offer but their hearts and little else.

They are the combination of two worlds, they are mutual support and a love that will not go anywhere, that will persist forever within them, and which, no matter how much they want to, they will not be able to get rid of.

[kingsmoot]

hopefully all four parts sent 👍 bit rushed at the end but i'm out of medieval erotica juice lol. jb forever <3

everyone please behold the beautiful jb ficlet anon wrote, reproduced in full below:

brienne flipped him easily, reflexively, knocking the breath from him. are you alright, brienne started, but jaime laughed in a pained wheeze and went right back at her. they grappled in the bedroll for the sheer joy of it until brienne got half on top of jaime and pinned him, her long glorious thighs bracketing his, her arm an iron crossbar against his sternum, her mouth close enough to kiss. and so jaime did. it was a good thing none of those one balled wonders on Tarth had ever known the pleasure of kissing brienne, because now that jaime had tasted it he would have been obliged to go back and kill any other man who had had such sweetness and ceded it. brienne's hold on him went gentle in an instant, hands bracing unsteadily on either side of his head as he kissed her and kissed her and kissed her.

when brienne finally drew back they were both panting. the evidence of his excitement lay thick against her thigh and jaime let brienne feel it, rolled his hips sinuous up against her, made her flush a gorgeous splotchy red. jaime grinned. arthur dayne had once told him there was no such thing as advantage of position, only the advantage of moments. the rules of engagement were not so different. jaime took every moment of brienne's bashfulness to press his advance, his hand stroking up her leg, rucking her nightshirt up ever higher. it was a hideously plain thing, keeping far too much of brienne's skin obscured, and if he had both hands he would unlaced it and torn it off her in an instant. as it was he could only push it up with the stump of his wrist, until he revealed the pale thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs. (1/4)

slowly, savouring, he reached for her and found her beginning to grow slick. brienne made an unbearably lovely sound when he stroked her, hips canting, and then another when he let her grind into his touch, her stiff clit dragging against his palm. jaime put his thumb to it and watched fascinated as her thighs twitched with each circling. brienne was watching too, lips slightly parted, helplessly enthralled by his hand working into the softest part of her.

he stroked brienne's cunt again with two fingers, spreading her swollen folds, delighted at how it made her squirm, her eyes squeezing shut. the sight and sensation made his cock unbearably hard. jaime had only made love to one other woman in his entire life but he'd made an art of it, a study of it, and he studied brienne now, coaxed her into relaxing in small shuddering degrees. but he had barely begun his siege, only dipped in to the first knuckle when she said jaime, wait, (and it clearly cost her to say it) what should- what do i do? (2/4)

what? and she was looking at him again, flustered but repeating- what should i do to make it good for you?

nothing, jaime said, which brienne gave him an obstinate look for. you need do nothing. it's already good.

what if, brienne said, very quietly, what if i want to.

jaime blinked at her for a moment. then of course, he said, realizing. i've forgotten to arm you, my lady.

what? said brienne, but he was shifting underneath her, encouraging her to lie side by side with him.

take that damn nightshirt off to start, jaime said, and brienne obeyed, revealing herself to him. he immediately took the opportunity to put his hand on one of her perfect broad breasts and squeeze. fuck, he groaned, and put his tongue to the other one before she could protest. (3/4)

that's good for me, jaime said, that, and- taking her hand in his, showing her how to hold his cock. brienne's eyes went very wide but she still stroked him, tentatively, and she gasped when he twitched in her grasp.

you're usually meant to do that multiple times, jaime said, terribly fond, and she stroked him again, her calloused hands shockingly gentle, and fuck he needed to be inside her if he was meant to last at all.

well? he prompted. not frightfully big, is it?

no, she mumbled. and then, you're very warm, and jaime did laugh.

i should hope so, he said, coaxing one of brienne's thighs over his hip again, the better to align themselves. brienne gasped when the head of his cock dragged against her, so wet he slipped right off, and jaime kissed her smiling. ready? he said. brienne, blushing so hard she could not speak, nodded. he adjusted himself with his hand and thrust them together with one long beautiful motion.

and then he was sheathed inside her, his loveliest, truest brienne, burying her whimper in the crook of his neck, letting him so wonderfully into her trembling cunt at last, the only place in the world he wanted to belong. (4/4)

[whichcouldmeannothing]

chemistry of a car crash by hildegardtheb

(minnie's holy grail: 5/?)

(dust jacket version w the magazine and its regular cover!)

this fic has everything: angst, hurt/comfort, in depth details on the au itself, people who make fun of the main rs, people who help the main rs get to where they need to go, fluff, pining HFBHBASBGS

[lannclanart]

I tried making Jaime and Brienne in Gacha Studios. I had to move my blog here because of some toxic fans who attacked me for having an opinion.

Here is Jaime and Brienne in Tarth...

This is a friendly fight...

And this is them resting before the horrors with the Bloody Murmurs! Let's pretend it didn't happen for now.

[i-dreamed-of-u]

https://www.reddit.com/r/freefolk/comments/fr37mo/did_you_know/