nobody even wants to take advantage of me while im all giggly and tipsy and shove my face into the pillow so my smudged makeup smudges even more </3 nobody wants to do it.
a/n: following up from my first ormund fic i had to write this. i just imagine them so different in darker context but i love both. please read warnings.
cw: non con. dub con. age gap. incest. (reader is alicent’s daughter) faux incest (reader was raised by them at old town / sees them as a parental figure). reader is over 18 (no mentions of minors). manipulation. coercion. drugging. smut. overstimulation. throatfucking. corruption kink. dacrayphilia. mocking. humiliation. infidelity. oral fixation. oral. cockwarming. spanking. bruising. mdni. 18+
ormund knows his feelings for you are inappropriate, although you have been separated from him for a few years, he raised you at old town. but his moral compass doesn’t work exactly right, he sees the difference between right and wrong but he was the eldest son of a lord, raised to be so, things constantly handed to him. he’s spoiled, and entitled. and you are in the midst of a war, these are terrifying times. upon your return to him at old town, his desires for you stir something dark in him and he knows being a married man, he can’t just take you as his wife, even though he knows how much easier it would be to get you to bend to his will.
drugging its an easy solution. filling you with tea that clouds your mind and sets your body on over drive. it makes your body yearn for something, to be touched all over. at night it’ll leave you writhing on the bed, skin drenched in sweat and thighs sticky with your slick. you don’t care what gives you pleasure, your body just needs it. he doesn’t listen to the maesters about the dosage, he just keeps giving it to you and enjoying the way you cling onto him whenever he visits. or watching you in secret at night, stirring on your bed, thighs rubbing together to ease the aching sensation between your legs. you don't want to touch yourself, you've been told it's wrong by the septas, so you try your hardest to fight against it.
manipulation comes next and he’s so happy to help, telling you that your body is sick from its own blood, that by not living how your ancestors have always lived, you’re dying. an awful fate but he can help you survive it. you are blood related and your blood craves to be with its own. it's not as barbaric as your ancestors but it surely should help.
cumming. ormund genuinely makes you believe that giving you his seed is the ultimate cure, he prefers to spill deep inside of you and to keep fucking it into you after. but sometimes there are other ways he likes to give you his seed.
ormund never stops giving you the tea, it lessens at times but he's tactical with it. when you're away from each other for some time, he makes sure the maids feed you it, putting in your soup and drinks. he wants you to think that you need him to make it better. he also likes the idea of you being needy for him, having someone call upon him when he's busy because you're writhing in your bed. he'll have you brought to him and he'll tell you he's too busy to bed you, but he knows another way that'll help you.
you'll be knelt in front of him, hands wrapped around his thick thighs and nails digging into his skin. your mouth is wrapped around his cock, and he's deep in your throat, his hands on the back of your head to keep control and he doesn't let up for a moment. throatfucking should keep you sedated for long enough, or that's what he tells you. but its completely for his pleasure, seeing you like this, tears streaming down your cheeks and saliva dripping out your mouth, it stirs something primal in him.
he thoroughly enjoys corrupting you, having you question him because of your teachings from your faith. but you always please him, lying in your bed completely naked and with your legs open, waiting and ready for him. telling him that you're leaking all over the bed, that you've been aching for him. he's happy to watch you writhe on the bed while he stands beside you, hand just stroking his cock and tutting at you and warning you when your hands go between your legs.
ormund is a selfish lover. he enjoys watching you orgasm but it's for his pleasure, watching the confusion on your face as you come undone. but he doesn't really care about giving you oral, the only times he does is because of the tea. it does things to your body, makes you smell heavenly all over and especially in between your thighs. he realises it by accident one day, when his fingers are prepping you and he's mocking how soaked you are, that he tastes it and it's the best thing he's ever tasted. he'll find himself addicted to it and he'll forget himself and you as he begins to eat you out.
you'll eventually be crying and shoving his head away with your hands because of how overstimulated you are. but that doesn't stop him and he'll only come off you when he's exhausted and your legs are shaking. he'd have to comfort you after, holding you to his chest as you cry into his chest. but ormund will remember that and will give you tea just so he can taste you again.
gwayne is different, his moral compass works just fine. he's not entitled or spoiled, he believes in his virtues. his desires for you make him keep his distance from you. he's disgusted by them. he raised you, has taken care of you, and to see you as a grown woman seems to stir something deep inside of him that he can't deny.
when he comes to tumbleton, he'll avoid you and it'll be you who comes to him. you tell him how you miss him, sit by his feet and place your head in his lap. he'll forget himself for a moment, hold your face with his hand, let his thumb run along your lips and then his thumb will breach your lips, and he'll let it sink into your mouth. you aren't certain what he's doing, but you don't fight it either and eventually he stops realising and snaps out of it. but that's where his oral fixation begins with you, it then becomes constant watching you eat and drink, offering you food off a spoon or his fingers, and enjoying the way your tongue swirls around his fingers. he'll place the same spoon or fingers in his mouth after.
gwayne will eventually convince himself that he's not doing anything wrong, as your steward he was meant to protect you and take care of you. there is no one that can look after you the way he does, he wouldn't trust them. but how to convince you that you're made for each other, that you should marry? you aren't easy to convince, it goes against everything him and the faith taught you. incest is forbidden, it's savage that your own family practices it. he's your uncle, it's the same thing his family looks down on.
the betrothal is kept quiet, and against your wishes, you are forced to agree. gwayne becomes over protective, jealous and obsessive. you don't realise what you've done until that night when you're called to his chambers, next thing you know your over his knees, ass up in the air for him and night dress up around your waist. you're exposed to him, air touching your folds and you can't stop crying. you're so confused but gwayne explains it to you, each and every indiscretion that he's seen so far with another man. nothing short of innocence in your eyes but you're betrothed to him and you should act with more grace. his hands are bruising when they come down on your cheeks, and you wake up the next day red and after a few nights bruising. every time he'll remind you that it hurts him more to do this, that he doesn't want to hurt you like this and yet you can feel his cock hard against your stomach.
your wedding night comes fast, mainly because he knows he'll never get approval from his sister or the faith. he doesn't need it. he'll wait till after the war, makes his plea to whoever sits the iron throne. but for now you're his, cloaked in the most beautiful green dress and crying at the altar. then you're crying in his chambers, dress unlaced and pooling at your feet as he gropes you, hands on your breasts and then between your thighs. you've been so well behaved the last few days that there are only faint bruises on your cheeks but it still stings when he touches them.
gwayne enjoys endlessly toying with you. he wants you to find pleasure in this as he does, mouth of around your nipples, licking and sucking. his fingers between your thighs, he'll just be playing with your cunt, fingers rubbing soothing circles on your sensitive nub and pushing a finger into your hole. he'll tease you till you're dripping on the floor, his fingers drenched and you clinging onto him because of your trembling legs. he'll have to carry your body to the bed, place you down before he pushes inside of you.
kissing you might be one of gwayne's favourite acts, he can claim you with a kiss, in front of everyone. but he also enjoys kissing you and just getting lost in it, feeling you up and leaving you breathless. you'll never know if a kiss will be something more, or if he'll leave you after. he'll press you up at times to the nearest wall and even though he should be busy with duties, it'll take another person to break him off you. half the time he'll just enjoy pressing his breaches into you and showing you how hard he is because of you.
another act is cockwarming, being buried deep inside of you and just kissing you. you can't deny him like this, you're soaked and the gentle grind of his cock against your walls makes you needy. he could make you orgasm so many times just like this, or he'll deny you completely, still your hips against him and thrust upwards every so often. he'll tell you that it's okay, you can touch yourself and he'll lean back and watch your fingers rub against your sensitive nub like his have or start moving up and down on his cock. he'll observe and eagerly eat up all of those expressions you make.
every day i’m like i should reduce my screentime today i should take a little break from tumblr and then 5 minutes later it’s like weeellllll….. surely just one little image wouldn’t hurt……. 🤦♀️
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