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Hi so I just read the princess!reader and if it’s no trouble could u maybe do a part two? It’s just so good! Maybe one where Brienne meets the parents and they’re just as nice and welcoming as everyone. And then maybe r’s sister is a knight and she’s very composed but when she sees r is home she goes little sister mode and instantly runs to r? Thank you!!
A better World Pt.2
Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader
Word Count: 621
Warning: none
A/n: I had already thought about writing something like this, but wasn't sure if people would want to read it. So I was very happy about the request! I also wrote this with you @lord6-6fandom in mind.
Just as you entered the hall you felt two arms wrap around your neck. Considering she still wore her armour, your sisters abrupt hug hurt a little bit.
"(Y/n) your back!! I've missed you so much. Never again leave me for so long." You tried lifting Ellaria, just like you did when you were young. But you failed miserably.
"You have grown up way too fast. I told you to stay little!" You grinned at her but fast you lost her. As she looked Brienne up and down with a smirk on her face. You could see Brienne stiffen at that, so you stepped back to stand with her.
"What beauty do you have here?" Brienne tensed even more at that statement, reminded of everyone always calling her "Brienne the Beauty" and not in a positive way. But you grabbed her hand and she saw how you and your sister giggled at that, so she understood that just like everything else that had happened today, your sister was being serious.
"Mother, father, Ellaria, this is Brienne of Tarth. The first female knight of Westeros and the most amazing woman, no person, I have ever met." You looked up at her and shyly smiled.
"Oh, it's so nice to meet you Brienne. (Y/n) has talked so much about you in her letters." Your mother pulled Brienne into a tight hug and didn't seem to notice that Brienne looked kind of startled at that. She wasn't used to being hugged. At all. It had already been a long way for you to touch her without her stiffening and stopping whatever she was doing.
Your father came forward and grabbed Brienne's hand. That was much more to her liking. "I am honoured to meet you Brienne of Tarth. Usually I would tell you how I am going to kill you if you hurt my daughter. But I trust that as a knight you know how to treat her and also, I am not sure you wouldn't kill me first." Your dad laughed at that, always thinking he is the funniest person. But you loved him, so you could look over the very unfunny jokes.
"Come on, let's sit down. It's not very comfortable standing around." Your mother gestured to the table, and you all followed her to sit down.
"(Y/n), because you basically dragged me here, I still don't have the present for your parents." Brienne whispered in your ear.
"Oh, love, that doesn't matter. Just give it to them later. They won't care." You smiled at her and to her surprise you kissed her. She wasn't used to that kind of affection in public. In Westeros most people would judge you if they saw you kiss. But here it didn't matter. No one cared.
Brienne laid her arm around your waist and, again patiently, answered all the questions your parents but mostly your sister had.
"I became a knight because of all the amazing things (Y/n) told us about you! You're my inspiration."
"Thank you, that's very kind of you." Brienne smiled shyly and as she looked at you, you could see some tears in her eyes.
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Later, as you were back in your room Brienne grabbed your hips and lifted you up. She carried you to the bed and gently let you down. Hoovering over you, she kissed you, and you stroked the hair out of her face.
"I want to stay here. With you and your family, forever. We can get married and live happily, without people judging us. I have never felt so safe and accepted in my life."
"I would very much like that. It's sounds perfect." You smiled at her and pulled her down to kiss her.
AGHHH ure literally my favourite writer on here right now!! u write so amazingly!!
could i request a brienne x reader where it’s a long while after what happened with jaime and reader comes into brienne’s life -u can decide how- and reader is sweet and really really likes brienne which is why reader is a bit clingy. brienne is understandably a little cold and has her guard up and one day lashes out at reader because they’re just gonna leave her too anyway. later she sees reader crying to pod and she feels bad and instead of her apologizing reader apologizes for pushing things and brienne feels even worse and brienne explains her actions so reader promises to never leave her. That’s all. Thank you so much!!
Picnic?
Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader
Word Count: 1080
Warning: None, hurt/comfort
A/n: Thank you so, so much!! I really liked the idea and I hope I did it justice.
Brienne had been part of Bran Starks Kingsguard for nearly two years now, and she was very happy that Podrick had been knighted and taken in the Kingsguard as well. Even if she would never admit it she would have missed him terribly. Other than her, Podrick was really open towards new people and always found new friends.
And one day he introduced Brienne to you. She felt that she was instantly drawn to you, but she forbid herself to ever feeling something like that. She didn't want it to go downhill, just like it did with Jamie.
You however, also felt drawn to her and acted on it. A lot. You loved spending time with her. Watching her fight was your favourite thing. Whenever you saw her walk around you accompanied her. Grabbing her arm and happily telling her about your day.
Sure you had noticed her coldness and that she had her guards up at all time. But you didn't take it personally and thought she just needed some time warming up. You never knew how she was treated in her live. Not just the Jamie-thing but also the general resentment people had against her. For you it was unthinkable that anyone could not like her.
You tried everything to warm her up and to look through her guard. You gifted her flowers, you invited her and Pod for dinner, you asked her to accompany you in the city. Most of the time she said no, but sometimes you felt you broke through to her, and she said yes. Still you wouldn't tire and try again and again.
You really thought you were making progress until one day everything went wrong.
It was such a beautiful and warm day, and you had woken up with the idea in your head to ask Brienne put for a picnic. Who could say no to a picnic?
So you prepared everything and went to search for her. Your heart made jumps as you saw her, as an exception not in armour. So you happily approached her and looped your arm through hers. You felt her tense at that, so you respected the boundary and took a step back. But the smile didn't fade. You still beamed at her.
"Brienne, I thought it would be the perfect day for a picnic? Would you like to accompany me? Pod could also come if you'd like." You saw her look annoyed at that and already braced yourself for the coming rejection but what came next was something you never expected.
"No, (Y/n). I do not want to go on a picnic with you. Could you please stop annoying me all the time? I know you're just going to leave me anyway. So stop bothering and let me be." You had never heard her getting so loud and harsh. For a second you didn't even know what to say. But as you felt the tears prick in your eyes you mumbled out an apology and turned around on the heel. So no picnic.
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You didn't even know where to go. The tears were now streaming down your face like a waterfall. Your first thought was Pod. So you went to find him.
"(Y/n), what has happened?" Podrick pulled you into a hug and sat you down next to him. You cried his whole shirt wet. But he didn't care.
"I- I thought I was breaking through with Brienne. It seemed like she wasn't as cold anymore, but I just asked her out on a picknick, and she completely lashed out. What have I done wrong? Why does she hate me Pod?" Pod looked at you empathically.
"I'm sure she doesn't hate you. She's just been hurt a lot and doesn't trust easily. It's hard for her to express her feelings."
"No, I pushed her too much. I'm sure she hates me now." You clung to Pods shirt and cried even more. What neither of you knew was that Brienne had also wanted to talk to Pod, and she had heard your conversation. She felt bad. Really bad. She didn't hate you, and she never wanted to be so harsh. She was just scared.
"(Y/n), I-" She came around the corner and in less than a second you were on you feet. Starting to ramble an apology.
"I'm sorry, Brienne. I shouldn't have been so pushy. You clearly aren't interested, and I should have accepted that." More tears fell down your cheeks, you couldn't even stop them.
Brienne took a step forward and against all her instincts she grabbed your hands and sat down with you. Podrick slowly left you to alone, knowing that you really needed to talk. Alone.
"There is no need for you to apologise, (Y/n). I am the one who should apologise. I had no right to shout at you and get so loud. I don't hate you. I really don't, please never think that. I just... In the past I have been hurt, a lot. From my childhood on people have called me names, made fun of me, bullied me or called me 'Brienne the Beauty'. Of course that was a joke. But because of that I have always been very reserved and, quite frankly, alone. But a few years ago I fell in love. For the first time ever I trusted someone, and I was instantly hurt. He left me for someone else and died protecting the Queen. After that I swore myself to never trust anyone again. I would be hurt sooner or later." To be honest, you were shocked. It had never occurred to you that Brienne could not be liked, that she could have even been bullied and called names. To you she was just perfect. And you told her that.
"I'm so sorry, Brienne. I didn't know any of that. I can't believe people are so cruel. But I can promise you: I will never leave you. To me, you are perfect and amazing. There is nothing about you to make fun of. Each little part and thing about you makes you special. Every flaw, every imperfection, every insecurity." You warmly smiled at her and stroked over her hands. Your tears long forgotten.
"Thank you, so much." Brienne tightly hugged you and even though it still took some time for her to fully grasp it all, she started to trust you more and more. And she even learned to get used to the physical touch.
A better World Pt.3
Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader
Word Count: 662
Warning: mention of mental health problems, trauma
A/n: So first of all, this is a quite rudimentary portrait of mental health as I am not sure of how evolved the matter would be in the game of thrones world. Second of all, the fic is fully based on @lord6-6fandom 's idea. I'll include the idea at the end of the fanfic.
You had been at home for almost three weeks now and while you were extremely happy and could see Brienne was too, there was trauma that haunted Brienne. She didn't admit that, but you knew her and you could see it.
Often Brienne had nightmares or woke up in the middle of the night crying because she thought she was in Westeros again. It broke your heart to see her like that. So one night when you held her and dried her tears you got an idea.
"Darling, maybe you would like to see a mind healer?" Her head shoot up in confusion at that.
"What's that?"
"Well, it's kind of like a healer but for your mind. It's someone you can talk to, about your past, your trauma and your fears. They'll listen, and they know useful things to make your life easier and to help you overcome the past." You knew that you yourself could only do so much. You could strengthen her confidence and try to make her believe that she was incredible. But you could never heal her trauma or make her nightmares go away.
"Do you think that could help me?" You knew how hard it was for her to be vulnerable, so seeing the healer wouldn't be easy for her, but you really wanted her to get better.
"It won't be easy, but I believe it could help, yes." So that was how you decided to work against Brienne's problems.
The next day you talked to a mind healer about Brienne, and she agreed to see her. You knew it was better, but you still didn't like that you couldn't accompany Brienne to her sessions.
The first few times were horrible. It was the first actual fight you two had, trying to get Brienne to going to the next session. She said she hated it, she had to open up and be completely vulnerable. And as you had expected she didn't like that.
"Please Brienne, don't be so damn stubborn and go the next session." You were nearly shouting at her.
"But I don't want to. This doesn't do anything good. She just sees me in a state no one is supposed to see me in, except for you maybe."
"But that's the whole idea of it. Of course, you won't see any progress after one session. Since when are you someone to give up so fast?!" Brienne rolled her eyes at that statement.
"Why are you so keen on making me go there? It's not your "trauma"." You had tried to suppress the tears up until now. You didn't see any reason to not show her how miserable this made you feel. The tears just streamed down your cheeks. Brienne actually looked a bit shocked.
"Because, Brienne, I love you. And it breaks my heart to see you so miserably. To see you cry nearly every night and not be able to help you or make you feel any better. All I want is for you to be happy, and I really believe that this could be a good start for that." Brienne was positively speechless. She approached you and pulled you into a tight hug.
"I'm sorry, my love. I promise I will see the healer again. I shouldn't have started a fight over this."
After this fight it got better. Brienne still felt utterly uncomfortable at the beginning, but that got better with each time she went to see the healer. She started to have more trust in it and opened up more and more. It took time, a lot of time and there always were relapses where she felt worse again. But over all it got better and better.
It made your heart flutter to see your lover become happier again and to see her crying in the dark of your room at night less and less. Having come home was the best thing that ever happened to the two of you.
i have a request for Brienne of Tarth! it doesn’t have to be exactly like this or anything, you can change up stuff if you want.
reader is together with brienne. but she’s out all day fighting and stuff. we really miss her so we go to her room and put on one of her shirts, and rest in her room, ending up having a nap while waiting for her. and she comes back later in the day! how would she react and stuff? especially with us having her shirt on. i feel like she would find it cuteee seeing us wearing it🥰
reader wakes up after hearing her come into the room, maybe brienne talking about how her day went and also how much she missed us & how much we missed her aswell. maybe she notices we have her shirt on after she changes out of her armour and looks for a shirt to wear, notices one is gone. she gets changed and when we are cuddling n all that soft stuff, she’s like “is that my shirt?” and you get all like “whaaaat??? of course not-“ but we end up admiting that we missed her so we put it on🥰
Thief
Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader
Word Count: 614
Warning: none
A/n: I really loved writing this, it's so wholesome. I hope you like it aswell!!
You hated these days. The ones in which you nearly didn't see Brienne at all because she was out all day. Whether it was fighting, accompanying the King or having been sent in missions. You always missed her terribly.
And today was such a day. The only thing that made it worse was that she was actually fighting, and you knew it. Of course, she was incredibly skilled and the best knight of Westeros but still, you couldn't resist worrying.
It was already at dawn when you decided to leave your chamber to go lay in Brienne's bed. You hoped that her scent all around you would calm you. As you entered her room and saw one of her linen shirts neatly folded on a chair you got an idea. You pulled the shirt you were wearing over your head and replaced it with Brienne's linen one.
You crawled into her bed and hid completely under her sheets. And indeed the scent of her all around you, hugging and tucking you in did comfort and calm you. Even so much that you were able to fall into a light sleep.
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A few hours later you were woken by a soft but still strong voice complaining about all the stupid men that thought just because she's a woman they would easily defeat her. You peeked out from under the covers and watched Brienne take of her armour.
She turned around, confused as to why her talking was meet with silence.
"Oh, love I'm so sorry." She hastily approached you kneeled down in front of the bed. She gently stroked your cheek.
"I woke you, didn't I? That wasn't my intention." She smiled apologetic and gave you a quick kiss.
"It's okay, really. I'm just happy that you're back. Come into the bed?" With puppy eyes you blinked at her. She could say no to that, so she finished changing, a little startled that the linen shirt she knew she had folded on the chair wasn't there anymore. But she didn't think twice about it and just grabbed a different one.
Gently she lifted the sheets and crawled in bed behind you. Embracing you from behind and laying a hand on top your stomach to have you as close as possible.
"I missed you, I was really worried." You nuzzled in, leaning in her touch. Happy to have her back and safe with you.
"I know, I missed you to." She planted a gentle kiss on top your hair. While leaning in her touch the sheets uncovered your shoulder and Brienne had a direct view of her shirt.
"(Y/n)?" You were already half asleep again. So instead of an answer you just hummed.
"Is that my shirt?" Your eyes shoot open. A little embarrassed you hid your face in her arm and mildly nodded.
"No?" Brienne let out a slight laugh at that.
"I can see that it's mine, (Y/n)." While smirking, she gently played with your hair and breathed a kiss on it.
"I felt so alone without you and the shirt smells like you so in comforted me." You mumbled nearly inaudibly into her arm. Brienne blushed a little at that. She was still unaccustomed to this kind of love and adoration. But she couldn't deny that she liked it.
"It's okay, love. You can wear my clothes whenever you want. Even though I wouldn't recommend wearing them outside, unless you might want a dress." You had to laugh at her joke and the embarrassed died down. You lifted you head and turned it slightly as to look at her. She kissed you, and you happily fell asleep cuddled into her strong arms.
hi hi
i would like to request a brienne x reader before the battle of winterfell (the long night) and reader and brienne have been dancing around each other for some time now, both are deeply in love with each other, so with the upcoming battle they realise that this is their last chance so when reader goes confronting brienne, brienne is already on her way to reader und they run into each other and brienne just kisses reader and takes them to her room and they make love to each other
thank uuu
The last Night
Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader
Word Count: 782
Warning: NSFW, 18+, scissoring, nipple play
A/n: hope you like how it turned out!! Part 2
Scared. That was the only word describing what you felt right now. You knew Brienne would need to go out and fight, and you were scared that she would never come back. You loved her, it took you some time to realise that, but now it was undeniable. And you haven't even told her.
You were quite sure she loved you too. Or at least she liked you very much. For the past weeks you had been dancing around each other, flirting but never really committing to it.
So you decided that you couldn't let her leave without telling her what you felt. Hastily you left your room, practically running to Brienne's room but halfway you saw her coming up the stairs you were just about to go down.
She stormed up the last few stairs that kept her apart from you. Lips crashing onto yours, the kiss was sloppy and rushed. She picked you up with ease, and you threw your arms around her neck, not stopping the kisses. Carefully she carried you to your room and let you down on the bed.
She leaned over you kissing you again, this time gentle, passionate. You grabbed her shoulders and switched positions. She was laying at the edge of the bed now. You looked deep into her blue eyes.
"Brienne, I think I love you." She hungrily pulled you down for another kiss holding you steady with strong hands on your hips.
After breaking apart, you gently pushed up her shirt a little uncovering her hips and slowly also her chest. She helped you in taking the shirt off completely.
You laid your hands on top her hips, caressing them carefully while taking your time and kissing every inch of her soft skin. You wanted to make love to her, not fuck her. You wanted to show her how perfect she was and how much you loved every little part about her.
You did elicit a few deep moans from her while caring for her breasts. You gently sucked at her nipples and planted kisses around them while licking over them once in a while.
You started to get extremely hot, so you took your shirt off as well. Laughing a little as you saw Brienne staring with hungry eyes.
I didn't take long until both your trousers were gone too. You wanted to pleasure her, but you wanted to share the intimate moment and have you both scream in pleasure at the same time.
So you spread her legs gently and slightly turned to the side you carefully lowered yourself, as to make your centre meet hers.
You could feel the warmth spread from her cunt connecting with yours. The sheer touch made you moan out in desire.
You slowly started moving your hips in circles. Feeling your clit rub against hers. She still had her hands on your waist, which you were extremely thankful for. Without it, you would have probably lost balance. It felt like you didn't have control over your body anymore.
After a while your pace quickened and even Brienne's strong hands weren't enough, you slightly fell forward. Gently leaning on her breast with one hand, pinching and stroking her nipple.
"Oh gods, (Y/n). Please move faster." You couldn't deny her that wish, as it was also your wish. You needed release. So your hips started moving faster, nearly thrusting against Brienne's body.
"Oh, Brienne- please, I'm coming" with that and Brienne's strong, deep groans in your ears you came screaming her name.
Not late after you, Brienne also tumbled over the edge.
"(Y/n), don't stop. I- ahh, I'm close" With those words on her lips she came groaning and screaming.
Your hips moved slower and slower until you fully climbed off her. Leaning down to kiss her, you felt a hand caressing your clit and gently run through your folds. Your legs twitched at the feeling, still extremely sensitive. But Brienne didn't let that disturb her. While you were still kissing her, moaning into her mouth, her fingers quickened and fast rubbed over your clit. You broke the kiss and hid your face in the sheets right beside her face.
Screaming in the pillow as she quickened her movements again you grabbed her other hand and clung to it. It didn't take a lot more until she made you come for the second time.
"Ahh, pleaseplease Brienne, faster. Yeah, I'll- Ahh" with that she stopped her movement and embraced you, giving you time you get of the high.
Gently she stroked your back and whispered something on your ear.
"I love you too." With that you fell asleep and as you awoke again, Brienne was gone.
Hi!! I just wanna start off by saying that I LOVE all your brienne x r fics! They’re just so comforting!
Anyways I was wondering if you could write a Brienne x female reader who is also a knight? Like maybe Brienne is fighting in a tournament and remains undefeated (obviously) until reader shows up with no one knowing who she actually is and that she’s a lady? (Maybe she’s known as the mysterious knight?)
The two of them go head to head and everyone, including Brienne, is shocked to see that the reader is actually good at fighting and is at the same skill level as Brienne which leads them to tie. Reader then takes her helmet off and everyone is surprised to see another lady? And then maybe Brienne finds the reader afterwards and they have a conversation??
Idk sorry if this doesn’t rly make sense! You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to! :)
Equals
Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader
Word Count: 943
Warning: sword fighting (?)
A/n: I really enjoyed writing this, hope you enjoy reading it just as much!! <3
You had often heard of Brienne or Tarth. She was the only female knight of Westeros. Or so everyone thought. People talked about her either in praising her fights. Telling you that she was undefeated and the strongest and most honourable knight there was. Or they told you that she was a monster, Brienne the Beauty they called her. As a joke, of course. Ever since you had come to Westeros and heard of her, you wanted to meet this frowned-upon and yet admired woman.
So it was no surprise, that you immediately went to participate in the tournament you knew Brienne would also attend. From the side you watched as Brienne defeated one after another participant. Her grace and elegance while fighting impressed you. Rarely had you seen such skill, such knowledge of a sword. Her sword guidance was incredibly precise, and she never failed to hit. The way her feet danced on the ground and her steps showed that she was an expert in sword fighting and probably learned from a very young age on. You were stunned and absolutely mesmerised by this woman, and you hadn't even seen her face yet. Being fully covered throughout the whole tournament.
As it was your turn to face Brienne, the crowd murmured. You were well known, yet none knew your name nor your origin. All around people had given you the name "mysterious knight". And even though everyone had heard about you and your talent, they were shocked to see you standing your ground against Brienne. Brienne included.
The fight began, and even though Brienne was much taller than you and extremely skilled with a sword, you could easily keep up. One lunge from her was met by an empty fade from your side. An attack from behind was blocked with ease through guard of the woman from you.
You danced around each other, neither one backing away, no one yielding and certainly none being defeated. The crowd, you were aware, was probably bored by your performance. They'd like to see a fight, but this. This was a dance, it was art. It reminded you of the reason you had started sword fighting. Of course, to protect you. But also because you had always admired the grace and beauty in it.
For you, it had always been a form of art, rather than a way of hurting people. Of course that came with the job description, and you had accepted it a long time ago.
After having fought and danced around each other for quite some time there was an unspoken agreement between the two of you, made just through slowing movements, that you'd tie it. The crowd was polite enough to give the two of you some applause before they started yelling that you should uncover and reveal yourself.
It was fun being known and unknown at the same time, but you'd much rather have people know your name. So you took off your helmet, your long (h/c) hair falling down your back. The people around you went silent, shock washing over their face.
"Ser (Y/n) (Y/l/n)." You introduced yourself, mainly to Brienne, and bowed. It was fun, seeing the people realise that Brienne wasn't the only female knight in Westeros anymore. You turned to the crowd, bowing again.
"It was my pleasure, entertaining you." With that, and your helmet under the arm, you left.
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You sat in your tent, taking off your armour when someone entered. Looking up you saw a woman with blonde, short hair. A few stray locks falling into her face. You had never seen the face before, but the walk and the armour indicated that it had to be Brienne. You were mesmerised and unable to talk for a moment. Her fighting and sword-guidance was beautiful, but that was nothing compared to the woman in front of you. Her blue eyes felt like and ocean full of stories, full of a lifetime. A lifetime that you wanted to know everything about. You would to tell her every little thing about you if it would mean to know just one thing about her in return.
"Ser (Y/n), I'm-" finding your voice again, you interrupted her.
"You're Ser Brienne of Tarth." She was stunned for a second, not having expected for you to know her name.
"Yes, that's right. I've come to talk about our fight earlier." You were happy she had searched you. For you had desperately wanted to talk to her too. But right now you couldn't appreciate that one bit as you were struggling with taking off your breastplate. You hated taking the armour off on your own, never, not once in your life had you succeeded at doing it gracefully on your own.
"Would you be so kind, and help me? I'd love to talk about the fight, but I really want to take this off first." Brienne's face turned bright red, and she stumbled about her words. Deciding in the end, to just not say anything. But she did help you, albeit hesitant.
After she had found her voice again, she opened the conversation, while taking off your armour.
"I was pleasantly surprised by your skill. I've never met someone before who could keep up with me. Also, it's nice not being the only female knight. It's often frowned upon by people." You gave her a warm smile. You felt that you had a connection with this woman. She said exactly what you were thinking. Having her so close suddenly made you nervous. Her warm breath in your skin, gave you goosebumps. And you felt that this would eventually grow into something beautiful.
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.
hello
could you write a brienne x reader where brienne saves reader from committing suicide bc i just need her to save me.
if you're not comfortable with writing it, that's okay!
I need you
Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader
Word Count: 684
Warning: suicide attempt, depression, mental health problems
A/n: I really hope you are ok anon and hopefully you like this! <3
For a wile now, you had felt as if someone had sucked all the happiness out of you. You had no energy to stand up in the morning, any food you ate came up again sooner or later. So much that you lost appetite completely. The only thing making you laugh at times were Brienne's jokes. And still, you felt like a burden to her. Even though she spent her time with you voluntarily, tried so hard to make you laugh, to get some food in you. Deep down, you knew she loved you and would never feel that you are a burden. But the negative thoughts were stronger.
The worst thing was, you didn't understand what you felt like this.you had no reason whatsoever to be sad. No one had died, no one had left or hurt you in any way. You had a good life. One, a lot of people wished for. You were loved, had everything you needed and wanted. And yet, it wasn't enough to keep your thoughts away from death.
The last weeks it was all you could think of. It had slowly creeped its way into your mind and didn't want to leave. It kept you awake at night, and the worst: it seemed to sound more and more attractive.
Why not actually do it? No one would care, they'd probably be relieved. And your pain would finally stop.
So one morning, Brienne had left to get you something to eat, you stood up, knotted some sheets together to make a long rope and hung it to the ceiling with a loop at the end. Grabbing a chair and stepping onto it, you put the loop around your head. You didn't directly do it. You wanted to, yes, but it was scary nonetheless. You stood there for a few minutes with the loop around your head, fighting with yourself. In the end, how else should it, the negative thoughts won.
You kicked the chair away and fell into the rope, in the same second Brienne opened the door, tray with food in hand. Her eyes opened wide with shock as she saw you. She didn't even try to put the tray down somewhere, as it immediately slipped out of her hands and fell to the floor with a loud clink.
The rope cut into your flesh, and it got harder to breath with every second, your body's self-preservation instinct kicked in, and your hands shot up. Desperately trying to loosen the rope around your throat, it was of no avail.
Brienne rushed over to you, grabbing your legs and lifting you up. You could finally breathe again, even though you practically just coughed.
"Take the rope of, please (Y/n)." She begged, and you heard through her voice that she had started to cry. To your surprise, you obeyed and pulled the rope over your head. As Brienne was sure that you were free, she let you fall into her arms, carrying you to the bed and gently putting you down. You sat up a little and leaned on the headboard behind you. Still coughing, desperately trying to fill your lungs with some more air.
Brienne sat in the edge of the bed, looking at you. Tears were streaming down her face and she was shaking, shaking in fear for your life. Never had you seen her like this. She was a strong, pulled-together woman. But now she sat in front of you, scared and in utter shock, not being able to control her feelings at all.
As she was sure that you could breathe again, she put her head down in your stomach, clinging to your tunic. She soaked the fabric and tried to get out words through the tears.
"Please, (Y/n) ... you can't- can't leave me." You gently stroked her head and brush a few strands of hair out of her face.
"I need you, please-we will get through this. J-just stay." It wouldn't be easy, but having seen Brienne like this, you now had a reason to keep going.
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.
Hii, I love your oneshots are so f goods😩
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."
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
Soooo...I'm writing fan fiction about Ramsay x Sansa from Game of Thrones. This one is just for fun, for me (I already posted this one on my other blog yeah yeah idc idc lol). I'm still working on it and I'm rewriting the previous chapters because I'm not happy with how I wrote it before.
I know their relationship was very toxic and abusive, but I really like Iwan Rheon and his acting in GOT, so here I am writing this fanfic to fix everything and banish all toxicity and to write me a domestic and fluffy relationship between these two characters. Tl;dr version: I am fond of this rareship and I wrote a fic about them.
Feel free to visit, read, and leave your comments. I'd appreciate that. :D
Brienne is the best GoT character and is my favorite
Brienne é a melhor personagem de GoT e é minha favorita
A friend decided to make a cool chain about Afro culture, the idea is to make your favorite character in a black version and with the Afro culture. I decided to make my version with the beautiful and warrior Brienne, the best knight of all.
Um amigo resolveu fazer uma corrente bem legal sobre cultura afro, a ideia é fazer seu personagem favorito numa versão negra e com a cultura afro. Eu resolvi fazer a minha versão com a linda e guerreira Brienne, o melhor cavaleiro de todos.
spitpaint: hiding from the sun
My sister’s first post!! She’s growing up!
Isn't the Warriors series basically Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire with cats?
Both of them have a multitude of characters, intricate plots (and subplots!), rivalries between different groups, prophecies, maps, lists, and plenty of words.
