#¬jaime lannister. [ headcanon ]

[asongofstarkandtargaryen]

You are a knight in King's Landing and suddenly you bump into the Kingslayer, Ser Jaime, who starts one of his nerdy monologues about knights from the long forgotten past. Knights you didn't even know and you don't care about. But since he's the brother to the Queen and the uncle of the King (lol), you don't want to irritate him so you pretend to listen while you wish you were anywhere but there.

#justknightlythings

[omelaslost]

Prey Sigil

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Prompt: Their s/o’s family sigil is something that is prey to theirs. Characters: Robb Stark, Theon Greyjoy, Cersei Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Tyrion Lannister “You Westerosi are all the same. You sew some beast upon a scrap of silk, and suddenly you are all lions or dragons or eagles.” – Illyrio Mopatis, A Dance with Dragons, Tyrion I

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Robb Stark

Sigil: Rabbit / Hare ✿ Robb would likely find it somewhat amusing. He definitely sees the humor in the direwolf joining with the hare and would occasionally joke about it with you. ✿ He would probably give you a pet name like “my little rabbit” or something along those lines. Though, he would only call you that in private once you are more familiar with one other. He might affectionately refer to you as his rabbit to those he is close to after a while. ✿ The tone of his pet name for you would depend on your personality, but the fondness (and teasing) in it would be the same. ✿ Robb is a protective person, and he would be protective of you regardless, but especially if you’re more meek and less likely to stand up for yourself. Rabbits are often seen as symbols of innocence and vulnerability, so he would find that your house’s sigil is fitting. ✿ Now, if you’re more confident and assertive, he would be much more teasing in calling you a rabbit. He would likely add that you were his “fierce little rabbit” and say that there was a wolf in you yet. ✿ He would commission small wood carvings of a direwolf and a rabbit that you keep on your bedside table as a wedding or anniversary gift. They are not to be separated. ✿ If the two of you were to discuss having children (he does need his heir), he would refer to them as “wobbits”. ✿ On that topic, another thing that rabbits are well-known for is how quickly they reproduce (eg “fucking like rabbits”), and so he would probably joke and tease you about that in the privacy of your bedchamber. ✿ You kinda need to be a rabbit to keep up with his ass honestly. ✿ He is very eager to have “a full brood of wobbits hopping around”

Theon Greyjoy

Sigil: A ship with ten fish (Krakens are difficult okay)

✿ Bro’s got jokes (and they aren’t funny) ✿ He’s just a really handsy person in general. He likes to have his hands on you whenever he can. If he can pull you onto his lap and wrap his arms around you waist, he will. It is not a matter of if: it is absolutely a matter of when. ✿ Literally, his favorite thing is to catch your waist when you’re walking by and just pull you down onto him when you’re least expecting it. Just like a Kracken would pull a ship down into the sea. ✿ He just likes to be wrapped around you (he says he thinks he prefers it when you’re wrapped around him, but this isn’t about that). ✿ Except it is about that because most of the jokes he makes will be sexual. ✿ Before he goes down on you, he would jest about a Kraken eating (out) a ship. When he finds how wet you are, he would say that you were flooding/swamping and that it was time for him to sink (into) you. ✿ If you don’t find him funny, he might stop (maybe), but he finds himself funny and that’s all that matters. (He isn't funny). ✿ Very specific, but if you can’t swim, he would never let you hear the end of it. He would offer to teach you (since a boat should know how to float), and while a genuine effort would be made, he would also play around with you in the water, pulling you down into the water. Probably ends up almost drowning you once or twice (accidental baptism, what is dead may never die 🙏). ✿ He actually would likely enjoy being wet with you though, whether you can swim or not. Whether it’s in the hot springs in the godswood of Winterfell or just in a tub during a bath, he’d like how you look with water dripping down your body. He’d joke that you’re both in your natural habitat… mostly. ✿ Gods have mercy if he ever gets you with child because now the ship is manned and he would not shut up about it. The Kraken added life to the ship instead of taking from it.

Cersei Lannister

Sigil: Antelope

✿ She would feel slightly annoyed that an antelope is similar to a stag, but she would eventually learn to ignore it (until you do something that annoys her, then she remembers again and makes it your problem, but you shouldn’t have annoyed her, so it’s actually still your fault).

✿ But you’re not a stag, she would remind herself. An antelope is not a stag; they are prettier than a stag and more graceful. You’re not Robert. You’re not a King; you’re beneath her in every way, and she finds comfort in that.

✿ As you can guess, your relationship likely would not be the healthiest.

✿ Cersei would like to brand you as hers in some way, but she knows that she would have to do it discreetly, so she would use your own coat of arms to do it. You can expect certain gifts from her, as rewards for your services.

✿ Accessories for your hair, shaped similarly to antelope horns, rings with grooves similar to that of an antelope, and she would sneak some reds and golds into them, along with the colors of your own house.

✿ Another way she would “brand” you would be by biting you. As much as she would like to leave it somewhere visible, she is more sensible than that. Your thighs are free game though. You’d be able to tell if she’s upset with you (or in general) by whether she draws blood or not. She would tend to take certain emotions out on you. If you whimper, she would remind you that this is what you’re here for. You’re an antelope, and she is the lion.

✿ She’s also clawing the absolute hell out of the back of your neck while you’re eating her out, but it’s okay because you’ll just wear your hair in a way that hides it.

Jaime Lannister

Sigil: Striped Horse (Zebra) [Note: I don’t think Zebras are ever name-dropped in ASOIAF. Zorses are, but not Zebras. But Zorses come from Zebras and I like Zebras so we’re using Zebras ok? cool.] ✿ You will never get a chance to ask him to do anything without him saying that the striped horse should not give be giving orders to the lion (but he will still do what you asked… if he feels like it and begrudgingly. But if he thinks it would be funnier to ignore your request, you’re on your own).

✿ Big “I know the striped horse is not talking rn” energy whenever you say anything ever. Unfortunately, bullying is one of his love languages.

✿ He would be similar to Cersei in the aspect that he would want you to have some piece of him that connects you to him, thus in a way branding you, but he would also want to have a piece of you that connects him to you.

✿ He is more likely to give you something with a lion on it straight up but perhaps in your colors. He might subtly take on your colors as well with something small with plausible deniability. For example, he carried a white ribbon on him (he is a knight of the Kingsguard, so it would not be questioned) and you carry a black one on you. If he were feeling more daring, he might take the black ribbon while you keep the white. He keeps it for good luck but would openly deny doing such a thing if you mentioned it.

✿ He is a yearner (something else he denies). If he is away from you for a certain amount of time, he will begin to find ways to see you in everything. He sees horses and that makes him think of striped horses and then that makes him think of you because that’s your house’s sigil. He sees a black and white cat, and you know what else is black and white? A striped horse :(

✿ Would literally bite your ass while undressing you, but it would be more of a nip than an actual bite. If your eyes widened and you looked down at him in shock, he would just smirk and say, “What? I’m a lion.”

✿ He would enjoy pinning you down in bed and playfully taunting you while nipping at your skin. He’d like it if you ‘fought back’ just so he can pin you down again.

Tyrion Lannister

Sigil: Warthog ✿ He would find a bit of irony in the idea of him being a lion and your somehow being a warthog and he would probably make self-deprecating jokes about it, likely that he thinks it should be reversed. He thinks that you are strong and beautiful like a lion, whereas he would put his appearance something closer to a warthog. But Tyrion does hold some complicated pride in being a lion, and he would be happy to make you one as well. ✿ He would probably do something similar to Robb, having something commissioned to honor both of your houses, but it would likely be on a grander scale (might as well put that Lannister gold to good use). Instead of wood carvings, it would likely be marble figures with rubies for the lion’s eyes and a stone of your house’s colors for your warthog. He would be very happy if you liked them. ✿ At some point in the relationship, he would jest that you’re certainly the prettiest pig that he has ever seen, that is for sure… and then immediately backpedal, saying perhaps he should not liken you to a pig. If you found humor in it, he would be relieved. ✿ Tyrion would have fun with it. He’s a very knowledgeable person, so he likely has some fun facts about warthogs stored up there to bring out whenever you do something he can compare it to. You’re somewhere you’re not supposed to be? Hogging (ha) the blankets? Well, warthogs are notorious trespassers and thieves (they steal other animals’ burrows) and you are truly a testament to that. ✿ He will have most definitely make the comment that he has no desire to strip the skin from your bones, but he does wish to strip you of something before reaching for your clothing. ✿ Cersei would be quite fond of your coat of arms, even more so once it is joined with the lion. A warthog is not a boar, but they are close enough in appearance as far as she is concerned. She would commission you clothes just to see a lion and a “boar” close together whenever she sees you, and she would pass it off as a good-sisterly gift. Tyrion suspects that his sister finds glee in the prospect because of how King Robert died (he is correct).

[llonelygoddess]

How they react to...Finding out you're pregnant

Romantic Pairings: Ned Stark, Margaery Tyrell, Theon Greyjoy, Jaime Lannister, Khal Drogo, Jorah Mormont, Brienne of Tarth, Missandei, Podrick, Gendry

Ned Stark: This man is over the moon when you tell him you’re expecting. He’s raised 5 already but for you he’d raise another 5 if possible lol He’s always got his hands on your belly and asking if you need anything. His favorite thing to do is talking to the baby later at night when you’re asleep, whispering how much it’ll be loved and cared for by the both of you.

Margaery Tyrell: Thrilled. You two definitely planned this pregnancy so she’s thrilled to hear you’ve finally conceived. She’s keeping Maesters around the clock just for you and making sure you have regular check ups. You both love looking at all the fabrics and books and toys you’ll be gifting your baby. She wants this child to have everything she had and more, so beware your child may be spoiled rotten lol

Pre Reek!Theon Greyjoy: Theon doesn’t even know what to say. He’s nervous about what that would mean for you and the child title wise. Would the babe be labeled a bastard? Would you be treated as a whore? The questions will drive him crazy if you don’t bring him back down to earth. As much as he’s there for you, you have to be there for him during this time.

Jaime Lannister: In the beginning he’s more worried than anything. Knowing how crazy Cersei is he has to hide you away, promising to be with you soon. Once he finds a way to sneak away to you for good, he’s all hands on deck. He’d learn to cook a bit, take up the cleaning, even learn to stitch a little to give the baby an embroidered blanket. It’s not what you expected but considering his other kids barely know him it makes sense how serious he is about this one. He wants to get it right this time.

Khal Drogo: He sees you as his goddess, mesmerized with the way you carry his child. He kisses your belly and announces it to the whole Khalasar. During your pregnancy he doesn’t baby you, finding beauty in your strength, but he is wary of you being around the other men. They’re rough and callous and you are soft and breakable, something that keeps him up at night. Whenever he goes out riding he always comes back with a gift that he presents to you in front of everyone.

Jorah Mormont: He never thought he’d be lucky enough to have children, especially with someone as special as you. He’s definitely crying when he hears the news. He can’t help it, a family of his own is all he’s ever wanted. Even knowing how strong you are, he’ll ask you to stay home and to let him do any and all work that needs to be done. He’s heard horror stories of pregnancies going wrong and he refuses to let anything happen to you.

Brienne of Tarth: Finding out you're pregnant would be the scariest moment of her life. Which isn't to say she doesn't want kids, but the world you live in wasn't ready for a relationship like yours. Two non-men finding love within each other wasn't accepted, let alone them raising a child together. Eventually, through many talks with you and Podrick, she calms down enough to enjoy this special moment in time with you.

Missandei: When Missandei first finds out, she's immediately in preparation mode. With the life she's lived she knows how cruel and evil life can be, so she takes it upon herself to make everything as perfect for you and the babe as possible. She’s asking Danaerys for healers and compiling blankets and toys from nearby towns. You’ll want for nothing with her by your side. When she’s not in crisis mode she’s sitting with you in bed fantasizing about the languages and history she’ll teach the baby.

Podrick: He gets so overwhelmed when you tell him he faints. Poor bb. When he wakes he asks if it was a dream and when you tell him no he kisses you. He’s another one that never really thought about having a family but he’s more than ready and capable of doing it. He’s always gushing about you and the baby to Brienne or really anyone who’ll listen. Loves to put his ear to your belly and just listen.

Gendry: He never planned to have kids so young, but when you told him about the baby he realized this was his moment to step up and be better. Being a Lord now he’s able to take care of you in ways he never thought he could. Giving you a handmaid and guards is just the beginning of how he wants to support you. He worries all nine months about whether he'll be good enough for your babe, so please rub his back and tell him he'll be the best dad ever. And he will.

[imjustapoorwayfaringgeek]

i also made this guys

yes, jaime in a dress, yes, cross dressing lannister twins are something really important to me

[phntmeii]

♡ Dating Jaime Lannister Headcanons:

❝ He kept saying… burn them all. ❝

[SFW + No Gendered Terms]

General Warnings: Angst with comfort, Trauma, Mentions of Incest, Mentions of torture, Mentions of sex

A/N: Sadly this got taken down before so this is a redone version :( This isn’t an identical list to the previous one but hopefully more detailed!!

Redemption Era:

> Jaime has been through hell and back. The disillusionment of everything he ever pushed away setting in and he doesn’t feel worthy anymore.

> He could masquerade his regrets with his ego for so long. Failing innocent after innocent, he could hold himself in high regard for the one thing people shames him for most: Being a Kingslayer, as he knew it was for a good reason.

> But being so long away from his family for months on end, being a captive prisoner who was constantly berated and abused, and being mutilated, he’s become a shell of himself.

> Being with him in these moments is an uphill battle because he simultaneously craves being loved but pushes you away constantly.

> He doesn’t know how to be loved outside of how Cersei treated him. After all, he was infatuated with his sister but it was a constant toxic push-and-pull relationship.

> Jaime is more closed-off, more stoic and perhaps a more temperamental even. He would hesitate to even entertain the idea of intimacy with anyone.

> Then those feelings start to build and he’s confused. He’s not an idiot nor blind—he knows when someone is objectively attractive but he’s never acted on intimate feelings because he was loyal to Cersei. But now he’s treated with disgust for his lacking hand and you’re still there.

> Jaime would simply stare for a while at you. Trying to figure out why you. Why couldn’t his eyes keep away from you?

> He would imagine what it would feel like to be with you behind closed doors. To hold you and touch you when everything and everyone was shut out besides you two. But who wants a one-handed man?

> You would have to be the one to initiate. He’d hesitate and flinch away at the close contact at first before giving in and softly meeting your lips.

> He's incredibly gentle with you. It's as though he worries he could break you with the slightest touch.

> "It is not that I wish to be away from you. But I feel as though... I do not understand how to love the right way anymore."

> Jaime is slow to open up, if ever within the first few months and it's understandable as to why. Even in this state, he has more faith in you than anyone else.

> Jaime's main Love Languages are: Acts of Service and Quality Time.

> Jaime wants to feel useful even with his missing arm. If he can do something for you even without it, he considers it “proving his worth”. :(

> This can be any sort of thing that he can be of assistance in so long as it helps you out in some way.

> Jaime would be more than happy if you asked him for help in something. He's dropping everything he's doing for you immediately.

> This would also include in the bedroom. Highly doubt Cersei wouldn’t have taught Jaime what felt good for women or not so he’s quite proficient in pleasing you. It’s one of those moments where he can brag.

> “Still good with this hand, love, don’t you worry.”

> While he can be busy or taken up by his duties, that is why quality time is so important to him. He wants specific, well-thought out, dedicated time just for the two of you.

> Often times, it may be a lunch or dinner of sorts. It's time just for the two of you to talk with no interruptions.

> He's also a fan of the lingering moments after bedding, wrapped in each other's arms. There's something about the warmth of each other's bodies in the after-bliss that just melts him.

> Jaime’s favorite Love Languages to receive are: Physical Touch and Words of Affirmation.

> Unfortunately, due to Cersei’s treatment of Jaime through their own relationship, Jaime values himself through sexuality.

> He feels something is wrong if sex is not on the table at each interaction you two have. It takes a while for this to be unraveled.

> Touching him in an intimate and romantic manner: holding his cheek, brushing through his hair with your fingers, kissing his scars, etc. has him confused.

> He stares for a while blankly and can feel himself for once feel something he hasn’t in a long while: fear. Such affections were unknown to him in the way you did them. They weren’t for favors, manipulations, or to be used for selfish gratifications. They were for him to know he’s loved.

> Jaime can honestly cry at this. Just going limp in his posing rather than having his shoulders back and head high and planting his head into your chest or on your shoulder and silently crying.

> Another thing is reminders on how loved he is. He’s more uncertain of himself. He is still a Lannister, don’t get me wrong. He keeps an ego and level of confidence to him. But he’s not sure as to if he’s doing well by you.

> A compliment on his sword skills while he’s sparring has him returning to that cocky grin he always used to have while brushing it off as nothing. Inside, he feels warmth in his chest that he’s still good at that with his left hand.

> Admiring his body even with his missing hand is initially met with disbelief and disregard. No one looks at a one-handed man and says anything good. Slowly over time with you though, and it puts a warm smile on his face.

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

[missglaskin]

Yandere Lannister Family (Platonic) would include: 

Note-While this is mainly platonic, there can be interpreted romantic pairings 

Characters: Cersei, Joanna. Tywin, Jaime, Tyrion, Kevin and Genna (Mentioned), Rhaegar 

Cersei was the one who brought you into the family. Friends came and left, yet somehow you remained. As she was with her brother, Jaime, Cersei was incredibly possessive. Wanting to be your only friend. Pushing or pulling the hair of any girl who tries to take your attention away from her. Also seen holding your hands, tugging you along wherever she needs to go. 

Soon you are being introduced to Joanna. Who’s heard all about you from Cersei. She’s polite as she greets you. Hand on her swollen round belly. Cersei told you she wishes it was a girl. When the two of you leave, your friend lets it be known that her mother likes you. It wasn’t a lie as most of the time you spend with Cersei, Joanna is there watching the two of you with such fondness.

While she and her twin shared everything, Cersei was hesitant to share you. Still, a trio formed. Where the three of you were mostly getting in trouble. Whether it’s jumping off the long cliffs. Climbing up the trees. Trying to sneak into the stables to go on top of one of the horses. It lead to you being scolded by Joanna, and occasionally Tywin when presented all dirty and disheveled. 

Jaime was a little nicer than Cersei. Reassuring you when he sees you being scared. Praising you when you take the courage to join along. Even grabbing your hand when you jumped off the cliff with them. You were one of the few‌ close friends of Jaime and it made Joanna warm up to you even more. Seeing that both of her children love your company. 

Tywin didn’t care much for you. At least at first. You being a friend of Jaime and Cersei didn’t catch his attention, but his wife being fond of you did. The Lannisters became familiar with your presence. You are also known to the guards and servants. It’s truly a wonder that the lord of Casterly Rock finally took notice of you.  

Tywin was hesitant to warm up to you. Most of the time spent with you were done with Joanna on his side. The conversations were enjoyable even if you were just a child. And while it took time, Tywin started to share the fondness his wife and children had for you. 

Tywin and Joanna spoiled you with everything you had. Books, toys, instruments, wherever you wished for. You were given an endless supply of it. They started dressing you in their house colors, gold, and red. Jaime was hesitant on what to think of this, while Cersei was excited her parents have welcomed you into the family. As it means the two of you can spend as much time together and become one big happy family. 

However, that dream was crushed when Joanna died in childbirth. The child born being a dwarf. Jaime and Cersei like any, mourned, and you were there to comfort them. Tywin took her death the hardest. He locked himself in his chambers, distracting himself with his duties. It was when you welcomed yourself in to console him, he could not deny you. Unaware of the deeper attachment your act of kindness caused. 

Cersei hated Tyrion. She more hated how you defended the baby. How you dared to hold him in your arms. Smiling and playing with him as if he didn’t kill ‘your mother’. It must be Jaime. It’s his fault for making you act this way. But she reassures herself that you will soon grow to hate Tyrion. That you’ll take her side as you always did. 

Matters were made worse when Cersei starts to call and think of as her ‘sister’. She wished it was you who came out of Joanna's womb rather than that monstrous beast. Jaime scolds her for saying such things, and it only makes him more worried when his father doesn’t correct her. 

Jaime was only a ‘favorite’ to his father because he was his heir. But with you in Tywin’s life, it’s no secret that he favored and doted on you the most. After Joanna’s death, it was only you who would witness Tywin’s rare smile. It was also seen in how he preferred you in his company, either sewing or reading, while he’d do his duties. And there was him praising you whenever you showed him your ‘progress’. 

Kevin and Genna eventually meet you. It’s a surprise to see their brother so fond of some girl. Though they came to understand why. Kevin warmly greets you each time, showering you with compliments and praises. While Genna would try to get you to have some ‘alone’ time together. She insists on having you call her ‘Aunt Genna’. 

Everyone in the family is so protective over you. Having guards accompany you at all times. Even Jaime, who was far more ‘tamer’ than the rest, also thinks this is in your best interest. After the loss of Joanna, they are not willing to take any risks.

To Tyrion, you and Jaime are his safe haven. However, his bond to you is far deeper than the one with Jaime. Despite Cersei and Tywin’s wishes. You were very much involved in Tyrion’s upbringing. Defending and protecting him from any insults. Encouraging him to pursue his interests in history and reading. Giving him the affection a boy his age needed. It made Tyrion your shadow, always looking for your approval. 

With Tywin as the hand of the king, he is to be at king’s landing. He wanted to take you with him. Something that made all children work together for the first time. Cersei then demanded she come along and Tywin agreed, but he refused for Tyrion and it took your pleading for him to be convinced. Only in one condition that Tyrion never leaves his chambers so as to not embarrass him with his sight. Cersei during her ride you in the carriage was fuming the entire time. 

When Jaime joined the kingsguard, you never saw Tywin as angry as he’s now. As you always did, you showed your support for Jaime. And it means the world to him. It’s when the two of you are behind doors that he engulfs you in a tight hug. 

At king’s landing, your attention was still fought after. Tywin couldn’t spend his time as he did. When he had his council meetings, you were made his cupbearer. Still, no other council member ever beckoned you to fill their cup as they know it’s just an excuse for you to be with Tywin. There was also him standing beside the mad king most of the time, a man Tywin wanted you far away from. 

Jaime also couldn’t spend as much time with you. The two of you ‌found a way when Jaime would be stationed in a place where not many eyes wander as the two of you conversed and jested. His eyes also found yours at the court. A frown on his face when the mad king would display his cruelty and he sees the frightened look in your face. Resisting the urge to run to your side and shield you from the sight. 

In Tyrion’s chambers is where you tried to stay the most. He loved listening to you read to him, head leaning on your shoulder while you did. Tyrion also loved telling you stories of the dragons that once roamed the sky, his fascination with them seen as clear as day. And it made you smile. 

Cersei fitted along with the other ladies in the court, but she much preferred you of course. Arms linked with yours as the two of you walk through the garden or the halls. Whispering gossip into each other’s ears. You are always seated next to her during feasts and family dinners.

Throughout the court, your eyes catch the sight of Prince Rhaegar. Cersei informs you of the union that will be announced between her and him. Expressing her excitement at the prospect of being his wife. Telling you that when she becomes queen, she’ll make sure you never leave her side. 

Before the tourney, you console Jaime when the king refuses for him to participate. And during it, you are seated between Cersei and Tywin. Tyrion is seated behind you. Once again, you pleaded with Tywin to let Tyrion attend. Throughout the time, you turn your head to Tyrion, two of you exchanging smiles each time. 

Murmurs and gasps spread throughout the crowd when the Prince places a crown of winter roses on your lap. Tywin and Cersei’s furious faces were seen as clear as day. Later through the day, you hand Cersei the same roses, not wanting to upset her, but she assures you that nothing you do will upset her. Placing her hands over yours.

[a-libra-writes]

so glad you're accepting some requests! i've loved your work for so long now. pls feel free to ignore if this doesn't strike your muse, i'll read basically anything you write.

i must ask for my fav ASOIAF boys: Stannis, Roose, Jorah, Jaime, and Sandor (you can pick and choose between this list, im definitely not expecting ALL of them 😭)

my prompt is awkward/untimely moments when they confess their love for the reader OR moments that make them soft for their lover (again, you can pick which interests you more....)

SORRY IF THIS IS A LOT, please feel free to pick and choose what you wanna do, if you wanna do any of them at all! thank you and have a nice night!

oh thank you!! Im glad you enjoy my silly blog so much. I thought the "moments that make them soft" was just super cute and made me think a lot, so I picked that one. Your chosen characters are at the front, and I added a few more for my own self indulgence

No warnings, Reader is implied to be married in most. Also, Roose is Roose.

Stannis - There are many things Stannis gets sentimental for, not that he could think of them on the spot. It's all things that happen in the moment.

When he's at a social function with you and someone's infuriating him, it grounds him when you gently touch his hand. You might say you aren't feeling well, and of course it's a husband's duty to take you away from the crowd and make sure you're alright... then he realizes you just feigned feeling faint for his sake. 

Another time is when you defend him, especially against the criticisms of other lords. He can handle himself, and he always has, but there's something different about you coldly (and politely) telling them off. The harsher your words, the better.

Gentle touches on his jaw when he grinds his teeth, a touch on the shoulder when he's totally absorbed in something and isn't hearing your call, and wanting to take his arm when you both have to appear before the public. While he's averse to most touching, the fact you're considerate of that instead of criticizing means a lot.

Also, appreciating his attempts to please you, and saying so! Appreciation is not something Stannis gets a lot of, even when his best is put forth. Bringing up something sweet he did a while back will actually get a blush and grumble out of him. 

And while it may not seem like a lot, generally just supporting him in court politics means more than he can say. You aren't just performing an expected wifely loyalty, you genuinely want the best for him and House Baratheon. Being on the same page and working in tandem brings such emotions - relief, gratitude, affection - it can be difficult for Stannis to express with words or actions, but he's absolutely soft for it.

Roose - This can be tricky for his partner to discern unless they're paying close attention or it's been a long time in the relationship. Roose does not wear his emotions, positive or negative, openly. The most obvious emotion one might see is pleased contempt for someone he's just intimidated or screwed over.

Any softness would first come from his wife willingly touching him, usually when she's doing something simple. Adjusting his cloak when it's a little askew, taking his arm when visiting other lords, touching his hand during a meal when you're trying to make a point. He's told himself he doesn't care what your feelings are, he just needs a wife to secure an alliance and an heir, but ... well, it is easier if you're fond of him ... 

He's such a suspicious and careful person that overt affection may be seen as an act, so it's little things where you forget yourself that he thinks of most. When you lean into him as you both speak, or gasp in spite of yourself when he grasps you. The satisfaction of making you "forget" yourself is stronger than if you're doting at the start. 

Sometimes, if Roose catches you being affectionate with any children you both share, he'll watch for a few moments. Again, he tells himself it's simply that he "won" over you and that's the only reason he's so pleased.

Jorah - Tbh it's easier to list what doesn't make him soft for you

The biggest one is when you're fussing over him! Jorah is always the one who puts your needs before his own, so you insisting on caring for him and spoiling him a bit just gets him weak in the knees. It's hard to say what he likes best, but making his favorite meal followed by tons of affection is enough to wash away any fatigue.

Showing him off and being obviously proud of being his partner is another thing that gets him fluttery. He already gazes at you adoringly on a regular basis, but now he looks like you hang the moon when you take his arm and happily introduce him as your's.

And, he can't help but melt when you're sweet with kids. Wether you're helping a little one up after they fall or teaching how to do something, he just has to watch from a distance. Yes, he'd want children if you wished for them, but it's moreso he appreciates the compassion you show those smaller and weaker than you. It's sweet how children seem to rely on and cling to you, knowing you're someone safe - and obvs, if these were children you had or adopted together, it made him even more sentimental and emotional.  

Jaime -First, it's tough to know when Jaime is having feelings because most of the time, he's hiding it. If he's caught gazing fondly at you, he'll brush it off with sarcasm.

The easiest way for him to catch feels is just you being honest with your intentions and feelings. When you tell him how much you adore him, or you appreciate something he did - especially after you both were intimate and you're cuddled up, and you just state how you feel with no manipulations or strings attached, it does something to him. He doesn't respond at first, just quietly contemplating your words long after you've fallen asleep.

Another time is when you see through his arrogance and bravado. When Jaime's trying to assure you he's fine and he's dealt with it, and he isn't bothered by what happened at all actually, and you just quietly listen. That bravado wavers just so, and it just takes a few well-placed questions before he finally just caves and tells you what's actually going on (how do you and Tyrion do that so well?). The fact you listen and don't judge or admonish him is something that occurs to him much later. He can go to you with a problem, and that's a rare vulnerability for the disgraced knight.

Sandor - He is far more affected by you than he wants to admit to himself, especially at the beginning, but after being years of being together, anyone with eyes could see it.

First of all, you're so damn gentle. You always talked to him with a kindness and politeness he wasn't used to, and while he initially brushed it off, the annoying thing is you were genuine. You'll even touch carefully or be considerate of things that may upset him, like he needs to be protected, the huge "knight" that everyone is terrified of. It completely affects Sandor and for a long time he didn't know what to do with himself. Now he just quietly accepts it, allowing himself to be vulnerable and cared for instead of immediately crushing those feelings.

On the same lines, it used to trouble Sandor how you'd hold him so tight. It didn't matter if it was after sex or just an embrace out of nowhere (the latter is a bit more startling), and it almost sent him into a fight-or-flight response the first few times you did it. He's far more comfortable with it than before, but now embraces tend to send him into something of a "reset". Any anger or darkness that was clouding him will fade just slightly, and he'll lean into you and let his guard down.

Brandon - Though he carries plenty of bravado and confidence, it's pretty easy for others to tell when he's being soft on you, especially his family members. The easiest way to get him feeling fluttery is to rely on him. Yes, even if you're clearly teasing or messing with him, you like to have him carry you over water or lift you up on your horse or "protect" you while you both go on a walk in the late hours. It's like he's a boy with a crush again, and he likes to show off his strength.

There's also the simple things that get him every time, like when you take his hand and entwine your fingers out of nowhere. You won't say anything, you'll just do it, and when you kiss his hand and knuckles it gets the big man oddly flustered.

Asha - While she's certainly felt all sorts of soft around you, it's not immediately obvious. As much as she loves you, she doesn't go on about grand gestures or proclamations. It's just not her style. So when you do something just so damn cute and charming - like rambling on about something you love or ranting about someone who pissed you off - she just smiles.

An outsider might think she's just amused, but those in the know have never seen such an expression of adoration on her. When you finish your tirade, she just teases you with a kiss and a pull of the cheek. You ought to stop being so damn cute. Another thing she likes is when you're frank with her. When you honestly tell her how much you love her, or how happy you are - even if she didn't have doubts, it's nice to hear it.

Victarion - First, he doesn't think he's capable of such "weak" feelings and vulnerability. If anyone brought it up, they'd be punched. If his family brings it up, he grumbles and scowls. If you do, he just frowns and turns away. It's not expected of an Ironborn, so obviously he doesn't have any softness toward you. None.

Not even when you've managed to get him in your arms and have him rest on your chest - not an easy feat, this is always after sex and usually when he's drunk - and he can feel your skin and heartbeat. You touch his rough, tangled hair, and his scarred face, and his even more scarred back, and the huge man is like putty. He's heavy, sure, but it feels warm and safe. Later when he's awake and sober and going about whatever he does during the day, he'll think back on that embrace, and odd feelings he can't describe just pick at him.

A smaller thing is when you approve of something he does, regardless if it's an action or words. Even just glancing at him and nodding - even if subtle, he notices. It's like a thrill going through him and Victarion wonders why for a solid minute. Maybe he should do that thing more, or say those words again? Why does he care about your reaction anyway, and why does he want it again? It's even worse when you leave without explaining what exactly it was that pleased you. Asha says he'll figure it out eventually.

[heavenlytouches]

i saw you write for Game of thrones, can you write a female reader and Kingslayer (Jaime Lannister) taking a bubble bath together in his chambers? That bath scene with Brianne is still etched in my head. Thankss

Hi darling! Thank you so much for a great request! And yes of course I can write about Ser Lannister :0 let's go, head first El <3

Ser Jaime Lannister- a splash of love

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FEM reader

<3 (SFW)

TW- mentions of blood, suggestive talk (nothing too bad)

Helping Kingslayer after a rough day

SERVANT! reader

Ser Jaime Lannister

As you move quietly through the opulent halls of the Red Keep, the scent of lavender and beeswax fills the air, a stark contrast to the dark bloodstains smeared against the polished stone walls.

You are just a servant, quietly carrying out your duties, but you feel the weight of the world around you- a world where the rightful lords and ladies command power, while you merely serve. Today, though, the world holds a peculiar charm.

You approach the lavish bathing chamber, where a warm bath awaits, its steam curling into the air like whispers of long-hidden desires.

Jaime Lannister sits in the tub, tired and covered in the remnants of his last battle- a unique blend of blood and grit smeared over his golden skin. He glances up at you, and your breath catches in your throat.

He gives you that familiar teasing smile, the one that always makes your heart race, and you feel a heat rise to your cheeks.

“Come on, don’t you have a task to help with? Or do you plan to stare at me all day?”

His tone is light, but you can see the fatigue behind those mesmerizing blue eyes.

"Ser, I have to.."

You begin, your voice barely above a whisper before you catch yourself, flustered. You shouldn’t get too close, but the urgency of your duties pulls you toward him.

“Help me wash, perhaps?”

He suggests, delighted by your evident struggle. The words tumble out like a gentle tease, and you can’t help but feel the electricity that crackles between you, teasing the edges of propriety.

“I don’t think that would be appropriate, my lord,”

You murmur, your heart pounding as a flurry of sensations engulfs you: his warmth, the inviting water, and the very real danger of crossing lines you never dared imagine.

“Come now, I promise I don’t bite.”

Jaime chuckles, his cocky bravado hanging in the air. He knows how to charm, and the glint in his eye beckons you, pulling you closer even as doubt whispers in your mind.

You hesitate, your hands clenching nervously at your sides. Yet something deep within you ignites; the mundane fades, replaced by curiosity and an unexpected desire to ease the weariness stamped across his rugged features. Clenching your jaw, you take a tentative step closer.

“I suppose I could help, my lord..”

You murmur, your voice wavering from nerves as you set the basin on a small table beside him. His grin only widens, reflecting a mixture of appreciation and mirth.

As you dip your hands into the warm, fragrant water, you feel an undeniable thrill at the thought of touching him, the bravery you muster as vital as any shield he wears as a knight.

You reach for a cloth and begin to gently scrub at his shoulders, the tension in your shoulders melting under the steam and the soft lapping of water.

“Ah...that's good..”

Jaime lets out a low sigh, letting his head fall back against the edge of the tub. You can’t help but sneak a glance at his face- the way the sunlight cascades through the windows highlights his sharp features, making him seem as though he’s carved from the finest ivory.

“How is it? How does it look?”

He asks, his voice soft, almost intimate. He was asking about his blood stained body, your eyes watching something else. You look at him, caught between a world of duty and an aching need to remain close.

“Nice,”

You whisper, your voice hushed as you try to conceal the warmth rising in your chest.

“I mean the bath, um, it looks nice.”

A teasing laugh escapes his lips, and he captures your gaze.

“Is it just the bath, my dear? Or are you noticing something else?”

His tone is lightly suggestive, turning heated, and your heart evens out in a chaotic rhythm as you feel the intensity of his stare.

You scold yourself internally; this is absurd! The attraction between you seems both uniquely magical and utterly reckless. You fight the urge to retreat, to hide behind the modesty surrounding your position.

But as your hands glide across his muscular form, the warmth of the water and the connection between you both grow.

“Most servants would turn on their heel at such an offer.”

He remarks playfully, breaking the tension as you wash his arm.

“Mainly because they’re worried about their standing, or about getting into trouble. But here you are, helping me.”

“I- well, I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable. You looked like you could use some help, ser.”

You admit, your fingers tracing across his skin as a gentle flush brightens your cheeks once more.

“Helpful servants are hard to come by, but I suppose I’m lucky today.”

His tone turns serious then, and for a moment the teasing facade falls away.

“You know, I’m grateful for your kindness. It’s the little things that carry me through.”

The sincerity in his words sends a flush through you, and you smile nervously as you catch his eyes.

“It’s just, um, my duty my lord.”

You reply modestly, even as a multitude of thoughts scatter in your mind, overwhelmed by his charm and allure.

“Not everyone sees it that way.”

He whispers, the hidden meaning in his words resonating deep within you.

“They are often so caught up in what they think they deserve.”

He takes the cloth from your hand unexpectedly, catching you off guard with his attitude; then he begins to wash your arms in return, the warm water slipping down your skin in soothing waves.

Your breath catches in your throat again; there is something intoxicating about the shared intimacy of the moment- a spark igniting across the surface.

“This must be how we find solace; even if only for a moment in our turbulent lives...”

He murmurs, his eyes darkening with emotion.

Your heart fights against the weight of what you know: the chasm of class between you, the rules that separate servant from lord. Yet here you are, soaked in warmth and laughter, and for just this fleeting moment, nothing else matters.

“I think you’re right, Ser Jaime.”

You say, your pulse quickening.

“And while we both know this can’t last, I…”

You falter, biting your lip to stem the rush of emotion. You wish you could capture this moment forever- the warmth, the laughter, and the gentle brush of hands against skin.

The bathwater swirls around you like possibilities yet to unfold. Acceptance and longing tangle deliciously, leaving you breathless, as the kingdom outside carries on unaware of the magic forged in a king’s guard and a humble servant's hidden connection.

"Maybe... maybe if no one knows. I am Ser Jaime, no one will question my actions or attractions."

With a soft laugh, Jaime splashes water toward you, breaking the tension, and you can't help but smile brightly as every droplet shimmered like hope- a secret you both would carry, one that stretched across the burdens of nobility and servitude alike.

“Let’s just enjoy this moment a little longer, shall we?”

He invites, mischief twinkling in his eyes. And as you lean closer with warmth against warmth, the world fades away, leaving you only with a heart that races in the bubble bath of Kings Landing.

Phewwww I love this one! Jaime is such a tease tho TwT

I can write anything for any character babes and don’t forget- requests are always open and welcome <33

I love you guys so much

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[betelgrouse]

Your Jaime Lannister smut is pure perfection. Please write more like this. Preferably with him dominant (but the reader is as sarcastic as him), but anything else will do too. Seriously, good smutty writing.

Oh my gosh, this is the kindest comment, I can't tell you how much it means!!! You seriously just made my whole week, thank you. <3

Here's a soft and smutty little piece written especially for you with a romantic dom jaime :) I have a few other drafts in the works, so stay tuned ;)

Morning Air (Jaime Lannister x reader)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1k

Summary: A glimpse into a soft (but smutty) morning with your husband, the Lord of Casterly Rock.

(Soft dom!jaime and soft sub!reader; oneshot; tried to make the reader gender neutral, but feedback much appreciated!)

Warnings: language, unprotected penetrative sex, romance (read at your own emotional risk!), nikolaj coster-waldau's problematically good looks

Note: two handed jaime (but he's perfect with any number of hands!)

The sun was streaming through the open balcony doors, and a cool ocean breeze gently lifted the long, translucent curtains as it entered the room, carrying the scent of saltwater and sunshine with it. You could hear ocean waves rhythmically splashing on the rocks below as you woke, a sound just slightly slower paced than your husband's breathing next to you. The view from Casterly Rock was lovely in the morning, but you'd rather look at the man sleeping next to you. The Seven must have sculpted him with their own hands, you thought. Closed eyes beneath a crown of golden hair, and a strong, lean body beneath the sand-coloured bedsheets. Your eyes roamed down to his chest and arms, marked with the occasional faded scar; no one had landed a blow on the Kingslayer in a long time, thank the Gods.

His body shifted, and you looked back up to meet Jaime's warm gaze. He reached out, gently cupping your face, and kissed you slowly. He pulled back, hovering over you, blonde hair just brushing your forehead.

"You looked like you wanted something from me," Jaime murmured, tracing your lips with his thumb. Still holding your face, Jaime ran his other hand up your leg, drawing circles on your inner thigh. "Tell me what you want, love."

You smiled up at him softly. "I want you to be on time for your morning briefings with your council. For once this week," you teased.

"If you don't want me to fuck you in the morning," Jaime whispered against your lips, "you shouldn't wake up looking so lovely." His fingers slid higher, and he started rubbing small circles on your clitoris [or tip]. You felt your legs start to spread open.

You reached down to reciprocate, but he lifted his hand from your face and stopped you. He lifted your hand to his lips before pinning it to the bed, all while drawing those circles that were already starting to make you come undone.

"Besides, I don't think you really want me to leave so soon, do you?" Jaime mused, smirking at the face you make as he slips a finger inside you, adding to the rhythm. "Do I really leave you so unsatisfied?"

You both knew the answer to his question, but he just loved to tease you. He added another finger, pumping in and out of you a bit harder now. You started moving your hips with the rhythm involuntarily. Gods, it felt good. He always felt so good.

He planted a kiss beside your ear. "Well?" he inquired, increasing his pace.

"Well what?" you asked back, somewhat more breathlessly than you had intended.

"Do you want me to stop?" His eyes glittered mischievously.

"No," you gasped out. His fingers were good, but you wanted him inside you. He really was going to make you beg him for it, wasn't he?

"What do you want, my darling?" He's so cocky, you thought. Well, when he looks like that, I guess he can be.

"I want you to..." You still blushed saying such vulgar words, which is exactly why Jaime loved to get you to say them. "I want you to fuck me."

Jaime grinned. "What was that, love? I didn't hear you."

Oh, his arrogant, annoying, perfect face, you thought. "I want you to fuck me, Jaime, and I want you to fuck me right now."

"If you insist." He grinned even wider, evidently quite pleased with himself. Holding your thigh, he sank himself into you, groaning deliciously in your ear. He rocked in and out of you, hitting that spot inside you over and over again. The fucking felt amazing, of course, but you also loved how his chest moved against yours like the tide meeting the beach, and how you saw that same pleasure you were feeling echoed back at you in Jaime's eyes with every thrust.

You two were tangled up together, legs crossed, faces touching. He gently tugged your hair, tilting your head back so he could plant sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your neck. You met his lips and savoured the taste of him, his warmth, his softness.

You felt your climax coming and let it crash through you in waves, like the ocean below. Jaime felt your muscles tighten and he fucked you through your orgasm before his own climax hit him. He came deep inside you, his body weight pressing down on you and his breathing ragged in your ear. You took a deep breath, taking in the fresh ocean air and the smell of him, and thought there really couldn't be anything better.

After a moment, Jaime sat up and poured a cup of water, offering it to you before pouring one for himself. You expected him to rise and get dressed for the day, but he just sipped his water and looked at you with an enigmatic expression, as if deciding something.

"What is it?" You raise your eyebrows at him and smile. You can't help but smile when you look at him.

Jaime silently returns both cups to the table beside him before rolling back on top of you, head buried in the crook of your neck. You laugh and slide your hand into his hair, gently playing with it. His hair gleams like real gold in the sunlight, you muse.

"You're going to miss your briefings again," you press, but you're holding him and you don't want to let him go.

"Shhhh," he responds, nuzzling closer into you.

You match your breathing with his, and your chests rise and fall together, like the rhythm of the sea below.

[abouquetofdaylillies]

i live for ur modern aus i need more pls

Thank you! I'm currently in the process of writing a modern AU, but it's less comedic, and more of a dramatic romance. Jaime is a homicide detective and Brienne is a child welfare agent and she's pulled into the murder investigation of one of client's mothers.

I'm also making plans for a Western Gothic Braime fic, and a Blair Witch (kinda sorta, it'll be a ghost story but it'll take place in the Riverlands or the Whsipers can't decide) Braime fic.

But, for more modern AU headcanons, here you go:

-Jaime never obeys the speed limit, in the city or on the highway, and it stresses Brienne the HELL OUT.

-Tommen is one of those ipad kids who wears those big onesies around the house.

-Myrcella has a coquette/pink aesthetic blog that she keeps secret from the adults because a bunch of the photos are just women in pink thigh high stockings.

-Brienne loves historical romance but keeps it secret, she either reads on her phone or keeps the books hidden under her bed.

-Joffrey only wears stinky Minecraft hoodies and blackmails Myrcella by threatening to tell Cersei about her blog.

-Brienne is a big athleisure girly because she can always find peices that fit her and look good. When she starts openly dating Jaime, Cersei makes a bunch of passive aggressive posts on her Facebook and Twitter about how whorish and sloppy she thinks it is for women to wear leggings as pants.

-Jaime is constantly sending Brienne memes that are months old and she doesn't have the heart to tell him, so she's always like, "That's great sweetie :)"

-Jaime and Cersei were big on terms of endearment when they were dating, and called each other 'babe' alot. They've had several very tense and awkward moments where one of them accidently called the other 'babe' in front of Tywin.

-Jaime is still a big fan of terms of endearment when he starts dating Brienne, but calls her 'my love' instead. Brienne just calls him Jaime.

-Both Jaime and Brienne hate PDA but are very affectionate in private. If Brienne is sleeping on her stomach or back Jaime will lay on top of her like a slug until he feels like he has enough Brienne-time.

-Jaime and Brienne watch Dateline together.

-Tyrion is a huge pothead. He started using to help him with his chronic joint pain and eventually opens a head shop with Tysha, who is a ceramic artist and makes pipes that they sell in their shop. Margarey is a frequent flier in their store.

-Sansa plays tennis even though she likes track better. She thinks tennis skirts are prettier and tennis is a more refined sport.

-Jon has more friends than Robb, and often invites him to parties instead of the other way around. Robb loves parties while Jon hates them.

-Theon is hired as a waiter because he's really hot but quits because he didn't realize how much walking it takes and Ramsay the line cook always silently stares at him when he goes back into the kitchen.

-Sam and Jon become roommates after Sam gets kicked out and they host Smash bros tournaments in their apartment. They're very close friends and often get mistaken for a couple. Robb posts about how much he loves his LGBT family members on his Insta during pride month to try and be supportive and Jon thinks it's for Brynden Tully and likes it.

[bidonica]

💛 dealer’s choice?

I stole this meme from @melrosing who gave a few answers about jamlann so he's been on my mind!

What is possibly an unpopular/uncommon opinion is that I don't ascribe to either "Jaime does not care about his children at all" or "Jaime only distanced himself from fatherhood because of Cersei otherwise he'd be an enthusiastic dad"... I think Jaime is in many ways emotionally immature and doesn't really see himself as the adult in the room who is responsible for children, either his or other people's. He doesn't hate them on principle (his first instinct was to catch Bran when he fell off the window and pull him back in), but also doesn't grant them special protection on the basis of "they are children" the way i.e. Ned would (he ALSO pushes Bran off the same window once he realizes he could be a threat). He connects with Tommen in the "going away inside" scene because he recognizes his trauma and it's something that resonates with Jaime's lived experience, so he can empathize and share his bad coping mechanisms, but I have a harder time imagining him doing it if Tommen was sad for something like breaking his favorite toy or... whatever other child-specific reason a child would have to be sad. Which might give you a hint I don't say all this to disparage Jaime I say this because I kind of get where he's coming from!

[chic-beyond-the-wall]

What Queen Cersei Lannister would wear

(Dolce and Gabbana)

[witchthewriter]

𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

Warning: mentions of mental illness

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ        

𝑨 = 𝑨𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Jaime wants to be able to feel, smell, and touch you - all the time. He has a constant yearning for you. In front of others, he’s respectful, but he’ll kiss your cheek, pinch your bum, bite your earlobe - thinking when no one’s looking. But someone would see. 

In private, he’s all-consuming. He can’t keep his hands off of you. If you’re trying to write a letter or read a book, then he’s next to you or behind you, playing with your hair or kissing your neck. 

𝑩 = 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 (What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

𝑷𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 The way you express yourself. Your laugh. The way you move the hair out of your eyes. He finds beauty in everything you do, even the little things. 

𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 Your honesty, authenticity and morality. You know what you believe in and stand your ground no matter who opposes you. Maybe you can be stubborn, but he loves that you aren’t meek. 

𝑪 = 𝑪𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔 (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Um, this man? Loves. To. Cuddle. Big spoon? Will hold you in his arms and hold you close. Little spoon? He wants you to hold him like it’s your last night on earth. 

He’s actually quite a whiny guy. Even though he doesn’t verbally whine, he will playfully pout when you deny him a cuddle. Then his pout turns cheeky and he picks you up from wherever you are and plops you on the bed. 

𝑫 = 𝑫𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He would love to settle down. Jaime wouldn’t even miss being a knight/soldier. He would happily get married to you and make a home together. He’s not the best at cooking, and would need a lot of pointers on how to clean things. But he gives it his best. He knows how annoying it is for someone to keep asking “what now?” So he tries to figure things out on his own. 

𝑬 = 𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 (When something is bothering them, how do they act around you?)

He tries to hold it in. Jaime doesn’t want you to see his negative emotions - or his troubles. He puts on his mischievous face and teases you relentlessly. Over the years you’d be able to pick up on his tells, and you just sit him down and tell him that whatever is going on, he can tell you. 

𝑭 = 𝑭𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒆 (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Jaime would be absolutely fine with commitment. Maybe that’s a shock, maybe that seems out of character? But I genuinely think he would be ready to get married and tie himself to someone for eternity. 

He wouldn’t want to get married too quickly though. I think he would want to take things slow, unless you were eager for marriage ... then he would be looking for signs that made you ‘the one.’ 

𝑮 = 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

𝑷𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 In everyday life, he’s gentle with you. He isn’t a rough man, he has grace. He is quite elegant, actually. So when he grabs you, it never hurts, or when he holds you, he never leaves marks (unless you want him to.)

𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 He has grown a lot. He might not be the most emotionally open, but he has matured over the years. And he continues to grow with every year. 

𝑯 = 𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 (Do they tell you about their childhood? Their trauma? The sides of themself that they keep hidden from the world.)

He only tells you bits and pieces. Jaime doesn’t want to overload you with too much information. But there have been times that you both sit down with two cups of wine and he tells you about his life.

𝑰 = 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Not too quickly, but he doesn’t take forever. Somehow ... Jaime knew exactly when to say it. But he couldn’t get it out. He had his moment and he couldn’t say the words. 

That was the first time you had a bit of a rift in the relationship. 

But he made up for it. With a big gesture. 

𝑱 = 𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Jaime says he doesn’t get jealous. That he isn’t jealous of other men. But you know he does. Because he will stare other men down. Everyone knows not to go near Jaime’s partner. 

𝑲 = 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Jaime loves kissing you on your lips, and on your neck. He likes to nibble on your ear. He has kissed every part of your body. His kisses are always passionate. They’re always hungry and wanting more. They’re promises. 

Jaime loves when you kiss his eyelids. It’s such an intimate thing. When you caress his face and peper kisses everywhere. It makes him chuckle. 

𝑳 = 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 (How are they around children?)

He thought he would be terrible with children. That they would somehow sense that he’s a terrible person. He was adamant that he didn’t want children and that he hated them. But there was a time when visiting your family when your little cousins, nieces and nephews surrounded him and they all fell in love with Jaime Lannister. 

𝑴 = 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 (How are mornings spent with them?)

You always wake up before him. And if you have to leave the house before he wakes up then you leave him a note, and kiss his forehead. 

And Jaime starts to see a pattern - you’re always awake and gone before he rises. So he starts to leave little notes that you’ll find in the morning. Or makes sure that things are clean so that you don’t have to clean up in the morning. 

𝑵 = 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 (How are nights spent with them?)

Lets you use the bathroom and washroom first. The bath is always yours to claim before him so that the water is at its hottest. 

He does like to be in the bathroom with you though, so he can talk to you while you bathe. 

You usually don’t go to bed at the same time. He’s more of a night owl than an early bird. 

He isn’t a snorer, but he does toss and turn. Sometimes relentlessly. 

𝑶 = 𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏 (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

If you have opinions that are wrong about Jaime, then he opens up about his past. He wants you to know what it was really like for him growing up. He may have had money, but he had to put up with Tywin as a father and the responsibility of so much. 

𝑷 = 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 (How easily angered are they?)

Depends on the day. If he’s had a good sleep-in, and doesn’t have anything stressful coming up, then his patience is great. It takes a lot for him to snap. But if he’s had a bad night’s sleep, and there are things that are nagging at his nerves - then he can snap VERY easily. 

𝑸 = 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒆𝒔 (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

He doesn’t remember a lot. He has a little journal that has important information about you and your family. Whether it’s his personality, or the head trauma he’s suffered from all the battles, but Jaime’s memory is pretty bad. He does his best though. That’s why he bought himself that journal. He’s hidden in from you though. 

𝑹 = 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

When he woke up in the middle of the night and you sensed it. Even in your sleep, you knew Jaime was unwell. You woke up and turned over, seeing how distraught he was. Without a word, you held him in your arms and hummed to him. In that moment, he knew you were the one for him. His ride-or-die. The one he was going to be with forever. 

𝑺 = 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Jaime is quite protective of you. That was one of the tells before you got together. Whoever spoke ill of you, or tried to hurt you ... they were nearly slaughtered by Jaime’s own hand. 

𝑻 = 𝑻𝒓𝒚 (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

He goes big for birthdays and anniversaries. He might forget the exact date, but he does make up for it in riches. Even if you aren’t someone who is wowed by money, Jaime does get a stone that’s your favourite colour. He remembers little details like that. 

𝑼 = 𝑼𝒈𝒍𝒚 (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Isn’t very good at cooking. And doesn’t listen to you when you try to teach him. It’s just something that he finds time-consuming. It’s because of his upbringing - even during war, there was food prepared for him. 

𝑽 = 𝑽𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 (How concerned are they with their looks?)

...I-... We know he’s vain. He loves his looks and he knows he’s handsome. Does he spend hours doing his hair? No... not hours. But he loves to keep up appearances. He wants to look his best. And he wants to look good, for you.

𝑾 = 𝑾𝒉𝒚 (Reasons why they love each other)

𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 You see him as a multidimensional person. You see him as more than one thing. You don’t see things in black and white. You understand that no one is all good, or all bad. People make mistakes, no one is without doing the wrong thing. And you’ve let him know that again and again. But you do hold him accountable. Anyone can be forgiven. But they need to understand that they were responsible for hurt. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 He gives your life meaning. He lifts you up, and gives you hope. Maybe you struggled with a mental illness like depression, or anxiety etc. Whatever it may have been, Jaime has helped you infinitely. If you couldn’t get out of bed, then he would help you or take up your responsibilities so you could rest. He’s always looking out for your needs. 

𝑿 = 𝑿𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 (What’s their song)

Tenuous Winners/Returning Home by James Newton Howard. It’s from the Hunger Games score/soundtrack. It’s hopeful. The song builds and builds, feigning this crescendo of a happy ending. And then halfway through it has this melancholic wistfulness. It’s remembrance. It’s honouring a person’s past, while also hinting that their triumph might not be for long. 

𝒀 = 𝒀𝒖𝒄𝒌 (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He hates when people spit. Even though it’s a very ‘man’ thing to do, Jaime finds it absolutely appalling. 

𝒁 = 𝒁𝒛𝒛 (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Tosses and turns a lot. Has kicked you accidentally. He has intense nightmares, because of his past, and because of his father. Being called the kingslayer, he pretended that it didn’t hurt. That it never got to him. But truly, it hurt him deeply. 

[phntmeii]

♡ Dating Jaime Lannister Headcanons:

❝ You are still maiden, I hope? Oh, good... I only rescue maidens. ❝

[ SFW + No Gendered Terms]

A/N: This list of headcanons is before the events of ASOIAF :) This is assuming he previously let go of Cersei and has no romantic connection to her recently and accepts his role as Heir/Lord to Casterly Rock after being dismissed from the Kingsguard for being a Kingslayer.

Kingslayer Era:

> Now, likely this matchup would be at the hands of a political marriage by his father, Tywin Lannister. After all, Jaime is his prized heir so Jaime already knows you must be someone who has quite a lot of good attributes yourself.

> Jaime is well aware of what a good match he'd be for quite literally anyone even despite his reputation. He's attractive, the eldest son of a noble house, a Great House at that, and one that is rich as fuck. He's also one of the most skilled fighters alive and quite literally noted to look "like what a king should look like."

> Jaime is the MOST cocky and flirty mf alive. He has Lannister pride and ego flowing through his veins and he revels in it.

> As a result, Jaime has no issue approaching you if he finds you attractive and immediately letting you know how he feels. He has a tendency to not think before he speaks and is generally blunt with his words.

> He 100% believes he has you wrapped around his finger the moment you spot him. Who wouldn't? It's the Lannister ego you can't blame him. It runs in his genes.

> Now while playing into his ego is all good and fun, putting him in his place or humbling him once you're in a relationship with him is a surprise but one that only amuses him and he listens to. AKA he is absolutely more in love if you tell him to stfu sometimes LMAO

> Once he realizes that you have genuine care and respect for him regardless of his reputation, this is what piques his interest the best and will get him to chase even more. The thought of someone’s genuine care rather than feigned admiration gets him to feel genuine warmth that he can’t help but chase after.

> He'd find both stubbornness and easy blushing as both enjoyable reactions to his advances. If you played "hard to get", he'll gladly be the one to chase.

> If you easily blush/get shy or flustered when he flirts, he will 1000% take advantage and use his charm to get reactions out of you as much as possible.

> His main Love Languages to give: Gift Giving and Words of Affirmation.

> This man is a LANNISTER okay?? He will absolutely "randomly" find you around to spoil you with different gifts and romantic gestures to gain your favor.

> Whatever gifts you want is literally yours the moment you even glance in that direction. Jewelry? Already yours. Clothing? It's in your closet already. You mentioned you like a specific flower? Prepare to receive a bouquet the next day.

> Although he does think that expensive gifts mean more, he's attentive in his gifts and gets you things he knows that you'll like. Simply because something is expensive won't take precedence over your actual interests.

> Also... Words of Affirmation?? This man quite literally is Prince Charming because he will absolutely charm you at any given point.

> He is obsessed with telling you how much he loves you, thinks you look good at every given point and how lucky he is that you ended up falling in love with him.

> Absolutely calls you a series of different pet names and rarely uses your actual name unless it's in a serious context or public situation.

> You can't even bring yourself to be upset for long at him because he'll find ways to make you smile just with his words. You can't help it when he's smirking at you while cheering you up because he knows he'll get you to break.

> His favorite Love Languages to receive are: Physical Touch and Acts of Service.

> Having you hold his hand instinctively when feeling nervous easily melts him because it lets him know that you trust him to protect you.

> Hugs, kisses, etc. everything just to show you appreciate and love him even as quick, little reminders while passing by will put a smile on his face.

> He absolutely will reciprocate and be an absolute gentleman with physical touch like offering his arm on walks and kissing the back of your hand with a slight bow.

> Acts of Service, specifically regarding caring for him, means the world to him. Assisting in bathing him, taking care of any wounds, bringing him a meal if you know it's been a while since his last one, or simply doing your duties properly around the Rock.

> He is incredibly respectful and protective over you. He values your needs and opinions as his partner and is absolutely willing to defend you and your honor at any time.

> Thinking of those lines "I'll go to war with him if I have to." I'll kill him, Ned Stark, the king, the whole bloody lot of them until you and I are the only people left in this world."

> His cocky exterior is true and influenced by his skill but he does possess insecurities that he doesn't share until later on in the relationship. It would take even longer than that to learn why he became the infamous "Kingslayer".

> There are times where he simply enjoys laying with you and venting a bit. Considering his massive expectations by nearly his entire family, he'll vent but remind himself of said expectation and may cut himself short. If you encourage him that it's a safe space, he'll reluctantly continue but feel better with your reassurance.

> He would genuinely be a good husband and you can count on it. While he has his duties as heir/lord, he always sets aside time for you and gives exclusive attention to you. You are his lovely partner after all. Your needs never escape his mind through his days.

> Genuinely goes to the ends of the earth to make you happy. Even if you order him around, he’ll wrap his arms around you from behind, enjoying your warmth for a moment before going off to do as you wished once you continue complaining to him.

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

[crownedtargaryen]

Robb x Reader Oneshot

A/N: I will admit this is for my dearest friend @valeskafics but also for me, I gotta indulge in Robb too fr… also I’m listening to Whatta Man - Salt En’ Papa, En Vogue while writing this… also maybe captain save a hoe…

ALL NOTES ARE APPRECIATED (SHARES, LIKES, COMMENTS)

NSFW 18+

CW: possessive Robb WOOF, semi public sex, he literally spits in ur mouth, breeding or something lol tehe 🤭

Pronouns: She/Her

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I never saw Robb Stark, my husband, as the jealous type. He was always focused on his wars and battles, his honor, and such. I found no interest in those desires, all I wished was he found a desire for me. We hadn't made love yet, and he had refused a bedding ceremony in want for it to come naturally. I know he loves me or at least loved me once. I felt alone, he worked hard on everything but when it came to us it felt halfway.

I stare blankly out the window of our carriage, sighing heavily. I feel Robb's eyes on me and I turn, a smile coming to him as he holds eye contact with me.

"Something ailing you, My Love?" He asks sweetly, making me frown slightly. I watch his brows furrow, scooting closer to me. "What's wrong?" I feel his hand stroke over my hair, scanning me for a solution to my problems.

"I feel lonesome," I murmur, feeling his figure stiffen. "I feel you don't love me, Robb." I look at him, my gaze softening with sadness. He's apologetic, I can feel it. He cups my face and sighs softly, admiring my features.

"I wish I'd known sooner," he says, swallowing hard and exhaling heavily. "I love you, more than anything in this world. You're the best gift the gods have given me, and I am forever grateful for it." He places his forehead on mine, leaning in to kiss me but is stopped by the carriage slowing to a still. I grumble in unison with my lover, and we both grin like idiots. Quickly, I shuffle to my feet.

"Race you!" I scramble out as I rush through the door and up the stairs of King's Landing. I hear him swear at me playfully and run after me.

I turn to look at him, not paying attention as I run into someone, stumbling backward, an arm grabbing around my waist. My gaze snaps to a handsome man, with brown scruffy hair and a button nose. His eyes are blown wide with shock, his rough dirtied tan skin absorbing the light around us. I feel my face grow hot as he chuckles.

"Woah there pretty lady, wouldn't want ya' fallin' down these steps," the stranger teases. I push him away and smile gratefully, slightly awkward.

"I appreciate the help, I could've-" I start, being interrupted by a stern hand on my shoulder. Before I can react, I'm tugged back and Robb is in front of me with a blade to the man's throat. They stare at each other, neither afraid of the other.

"Keep your hands off my wife," Robb growls under his breath, almost animalistic. I go to reassure him but he pushes closer to the man. "She's mine, you dare even look at her I'll splatter your blood all over these stairs." I can feel him snapping at him, the action scaring me.

"You've got a pretty thing with ya', but why you throwin' a fit over someone doin' somethin' you shoulda been helping her with," he snaps back my heart racing. I feel Robb's anger grow and flourish into pure rage and jealousy. I grab him as he goes to slit his throat, the blade missing by an inch. Robb turns around and glares at me, but sees my worried face and sighs.

"Let's go. Now." My husband grabs my hand, returns his sword to his holster, and storms up the stairs, glaring at anyone who looks at me.

After being passive-aggressively settled into a room by those in power, Robb grabs me and shoves me onto the bed, walking over and towering over my body.

“You keep your eyes on me,” he demands, glaring down at me. I stare at him, completely wide eye. He seems to start becoming breathless and feverish with a growing blush on his cheeks. "You're mine. All mine. If I have to put a baby in that pretty belly of yours to make sure you remember that, I will." I was shocked, but I loved it. Despite his harsh manner, he still looked to me for consent, and I nodded slowly. He took the gesture quickly, grabbing my dress and tearing it off of me without shame. I hear the fabric rip as my body is aggressively revealed to my husband.

I hear his breath hitch as he stares at my chest, mesmerized. He reaches a semi-shaky hand to my breasts and squeezes one. He stares at me as if I'm his prey, eyes wild with lust. Slowly, he uncovers my lower region and sighs longingly when my cunt is revealed to him. I thought he might just lose himself there, so much love mixed with lust corrupting his gaze. Before I can react, he's on his knees in front of me, mouth on my cunt as he moans against my folds, tongue trailing my clit as if he's done this countless times. I whimper, thighs clenching his face, my hypersensitive body being overwhelmed by the sensation.

I hear his clothing shuffle and then clatter onto the floor, swiftly grabbing at my thighs and groaning in pleasure. He looks up at me, his desiring gaze driving me closer to my edge. With a pop, he moves off my now swollen clit, pushing one finger after the next inside and moving up to my face. I look up at him pitifully, my mouth open and whimpers escaping me as my thighs twitch with needy shuffles.

Robb smiles, grabbing my jaw with his free hand, and spitting in my mouth. "Swallow it," he demands, and I do as he says weakly, trembling beneath him. "Such a good girl for me... You want my cubs inside that body of yours so bad, don't you." His hand moves from my jaw and down to my stomach. I feel his pointer and index trail the middle of my stomach as I squirm under him. "I want to hear you beg for it, (Y/N). Beg."

Part of me feels weirdly humiliated, but I do it nonetheless. I've wanted his cock for ages, I'm not giving this up now. "Please, Please Robb," I start, panting weakly beneath him and he hastens the pace of his fingers, making my back arch. "I need you, fuck me, Robb. Please, I'll do anything." He seems satisfied by my statement, flipping me over onto a doggy-style position.

I expect him to rush to fuck me, but instead, he grabs me with haste and smacks my thigh with a newfound roughness. I quiver, yelping as he lets out a satisfied growl. "Letting all those men look at you. You love the attention, don't you, Princess," he smacks my ass once more, tingling pain in my skin. I grip the sheets, shaking slightly. "I'm going to let the whole kingdom know what's mine." Quickly he grabs me, turning me to face him as he commands me to wrap my legs around him. I do so, watching as he takes me to an open balcony in our bedroom, something he had specifically requested for our chambers. Now I knew why. We looked over the city of people, some spotting us on the balcony in such a ludicrous act, but it'd take a lot of focus to realize what was happening and who it was. He leans me against the railing after ensuring it's sturdy, pushing inside me without warning. He stills, waiting for me to grow comfortable, then pushing in and out of my cunt, slow at first.

Robb buries his head into my shoulder, biting the nape of my neck and growling under his breath, quickening his pace. I moan, shamelessly. Surely the people who saw us knew now, the loud noises that escape me echo through the air as I tug his hair. He loves it. I pull his head to my lips, kissing him passionately as he squeezes my thighs, slipping his hand down and abusing my clit.

"Robb... We might get in trouble," I pant out, moaning pitifully against his lips. I feel him grin like an idiot, replying after a giddy few seconds.

"Good," he whispers, pulling my hair back and making me moan toward the gods. May they forgive me for this action, but it feels so good. "Let them know who's my breeding slut, my sweet Princess. No one can touch you, no one can make you feel this good." He moves his kisses and bites down my chest, speaking into my skin with a deepened tone.

His thrusts become sloppy, and his words send me over the edge. I scream his name, definitely catching the eyes of the citizens below as I shake and hold onto his hair. The tug mixed with the noises is enough for him and he groans my name for all the gods to hear, stilling inside of me and making a mess of my cunt.

He holds my head close, stroking my hair with soft groans and pants. He whispers a phrase that makes me melt. "I love you. I love you so much." He kisses the side of my head, pulling out slowly and carrying me to the door where the guards stand, peeking out.

"Fetch a servant to run a bath," He demands, closing the door and dressing me in his tunic, dressing in loose clothes. I look at him lovingly, a glowing grin on his face. He looks at me, his eyes full of love. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He whispers, kissing my forehead. I shake my head no, his muscles relaxing as he scoops me up and takes me to the bath. "Let's get you cleaned up."

Robb sat comfortably in the warm water as I cuddle up to his chest on his lap, running my fingertips over his muscles gently. He's washing me off, a rag running over my skin with such care.

"Robb?" I whine, looking up at him. He looks at me and wraps his arms around my figure, tilting his head like a curious dog. "Are you sure you love me?" I felt fearful asking, but I knew he'd be honest toward me. He does not hesitate for a moment, immediately answering.

"I love you more than anyone or anything in this life, as I had said before. I'll say it a million times again until you believe me. You're my blessed wife, I will never let any harm come to you or our marriage. I swear it, by the old gods and the new." He looks serious, his expression unwavering. I pause, surprised by his effortless affection, he didn't even have to think about it. I hug him tight, resting my head over his heart. It's a slow and relaxed rhythm, his hand rubbing over my bare back. "I'd lay my body upon my blade before I let you hurt. Do you hear me? No one will dare touch you, not while I'm standing." He lifts my head, staring into my eyes. I stare back, my heart racing with love.

"I hear you. I'll never let anyone hurt you either. I cannot do much, but I wish to try. With everything I have," I move up, kissing him lovingly. He returns with haste, gripping my sides and groaning softly. Slowly, he pulls back, much earlier than I'd like.

"You'd better quit being so perfect or I'll be fucking you again," he teases, making me flush and gently hit him on the side. His laugh warms my soul. "Hey! What happened to wishing me no harm?"

"Think of it as a repayment for my ass," I whisper, Robb grinning ear to ear. "Now let's finish up, I wish to rest."