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Under his mane //Tywin Lannister x Baratheon!Fem!Reader Masterlist
Story:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Teasers:
Part 5 Teaser
Part 6 Teaser
Part 8 Teaser
To be continued...
12 + Stev
Cabin in the woods NSFW
âThatâs right,â He whispered and it sends a pleasant shiver down her spine. âTake my cock like a good little girl.â Stev could only whimper at his words. Her body was seemingly not her own as he used her like a doll. The stronger hold kept her against him as those soft, ample breasts of hers bounced freely with each rough pounding. The wet, obscene noises only had her blushing as she moaned; her head falling back before her lips were captured in a sloppily kiss. Her sweet, creamy pussy clamped down as he made her swallow his spit. He grunted as she squeezed his dick so much that he could barely move in her anymore.Â
When her walls started to relax and flutter around him, he pulled her down so her back was flush with his chest and continued pounding away inside her sensitive pussy. She could only thrash against him like a woman possessed. Stev gasped out; her squirting orgasm soaking them both with each thrust whilst her stomach was tightening once more. His fat cock throbbed inside her; his mushroom heady pushing against her soft,spongy spot again and again. "Hmm, and you did not want this?" Those big, doe eyes of hers rolled as her mind could only soften at the onslaught of pleasure coming her way.
Kinktober request: tywin&joanna and their breeding kink with stev âŁď¸
AN: Hi, I hope you like it x
NSFW
May I request Stev x Aemong nsfw quarters of her taking his virginity while Otto watches?
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I'm sick and if I could, I would like to request some sweet headcanons with sick stev x tywin
Only if you feel good to do it â¤ď¸
Hope you feel better soon <3 <3
hello, I saw that you started moving your account again, I wanted to know if you are going to continue posting the fanfic about Tywin?
I will continue it when I get inspo âŁď¸
Hey!! Lovely that the requests are open â¤ď¸
I would like to request a piece where Stev seduces Viserys
AN: Hi, I hope you like it
NSFW
A soft groan escaped the King beneath her. Stev fought against the smirk that tugged on her soft, sweet lips. âYou are not in pain, my King?â She purred down at him; her hands softly moving over his bare back as she straddled. âNo..no, continue..â Viserys whispered out; his eyes had fallen shut a while ago and his breathing evening out.
âIâm glad..â Stev purred as she tried to keep her tone clear. A groan escaped him once more as she moved deeper on his back. She could feel herself relaxing; far away from her husband as she focused on the king beneath her. It was wrong, so wrong she thought to herself as her mind went to the sweet, little Alicent.
The moans escaping Viserys brought her back to the present as she kneed into his back some more. âThere you go.â A shiver ran down her spine at the soft noises beginning to echo around the royal chambers now. Her heavy, sweet breasts brushed against him without her truly noticing. Those soft nipples of hers pebbling.
âShall we turn you over now?â Stev purred into his ear as she leaned closer. A smirk still tugging on her lips. Viserys was hardly hearing her; only nodding in the soft pillow as Stev slowly removed herself from his back. The Kingâs eyes were heavy as he slowly turned on his back; the sheets falling further down his waist.
She fought against staring at the imprint of his hard cock as she slowly lowered herself on his stomach once more. âAre you feeling better?â She whispered down at him; a soft smile coming over her face as she did. âI amâŚthe best Iâve felt in so long.â Viserys purred; his hand slowly moving onto her side as Stev innocently rocked.
A groan escaped him once more and this time she did not hide the smirk coming across her face. Her movements still continued. His other hand moved to her hips now as all pretence of massaging him left the room. His fingers were soon moving into her locks as he brought her head down; their noses brushing for a moment.
âMy brother never deserved you.â Viserys whispered and before she could respond; his lips were on her own. Those big eyes of hers couldnât be any wider as she whimpered against him; shivers running down her spine. His hand slowly moved up and down her back as the kiss continued; only growing more passionate.
Their tongues began to dance as she tried to fight the growing pleasure as her stomach tightened and she felt her inner thighs soaking. His smirk tugged on his lips as their eyes locked onto each other. âI want you.â The blush coming over her cheeks only darkened as she whimpered at his words. The sound only had him smirking some more.
âThen take me.â Stev sweetly purred without truly thinking of any consequences that could come of this action. âOh, my dear doe..I am sure you can take me.â He whispered; his smirk coming across his face once more. The king was not wrong as he watched Stev tug the sheets from his bottom half as her night shift had already bunched at her waist.
The hunger for him had begun to build as her hands moved up and down his chest before cupping his fat, throbbing cock. His head was already leaking as she brushed her thumb over his head and his cum spilled over her fingers. Viserys began to moan as his head fell back against the pillows; groans escaping him with ease.
I saw your requests are open and I'd like to see Tywin going down on Stev for the first time
AN: Hi, I hope you like it x
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âSo pretty,â Tywin purred from in between her legs. The beautiful, Lannister red gown had fallen onto the floor moments ago. His larger, rougher hands moved up and down her soft inner legs. âTywinâŚâ The doe whispered; a blush coming over her cheeks as she finally found the courage to look down.
âWhatâwhat are you doing?â The words fell from her lips as her head fell back onto the furs behind her. âShh, do not worry.â The lion hummed; amusement dripping from his tone as he leaned closer. He could see her weeping pussy glistening in front of him and his mouth was soon watering.
âThis will feel good.â Tywin promised her. Stev could only trust him even as the new sensations easily fluttered inside her. The lion did not waste anymore time as he hungrily leaned in. His eyes never leaving hers Her body jolted at the first touch; her hand instantly reaching for his hair to hold onto.
âOh..oh, godsâŚâ Her legs already shook as Tywin chuckled against her; his vibrations brushing over her weeping pussy. Why was this so good, she thought as her fingers tightened their grip in his hair. The rocking motion continued as Stevâs head rested back onto the wall. Even her toes were curling in desire.
May we have an nsfw quarters of teacher stev being fucked by professor hightower and she is crying overstimulated, mr. Strong sees but he can't bring himself to intervene even though stev looks so wrecked
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Would you do a part 2 to pure with coryls?
AN: Hi, I hope you like it x Part 1 - HERE
SLIGHT NSFW
I saw your requests are open and I'd like to see Tywin going down on Stev for the first time
AN: Hi, I hope you like it x
NSFW
âSo pretty,â Tywin purred from in between her legs. The beautiful, Lannister red gown had fallen onto the floor moments ago. His larger, rougher hands moved up and down her soft inner legs. âTywinâŚâ The doe whispered; a blush coming over her cheeks as she finally found the courage to look down.
âWhatâwhat are you doing?â The words fell from her lips as her head fell back onto the furs behind her. âShh, do not worry.â The lion hummed; amusement dripping from his tone as he leaned closer. He could see her weeping pussy glistening in front of him and his mouth was soon watering.
âThis will feel good.â Tywin promised her. Stev could only trust him even as the new sensations easily fluttered inside her. The lion did not waste anymore time as he hungrily leaned in. His eyes never leaving hers Her body jolted at the first touch; her hand instantly reaching for his hair to hold onto.
âOh..oh, godsâŚâ Her legs already shook as Tywin chuckled against her; his vibrations brushing over her weeping pussy. Why was this so good, she thought as her fingers tightened their grip in his hair. The rocking motion continued as Stevâs head rested back onto the wall. Even her toes were curling in desire.
I saw your requests are open and I'd like to see Tywin going down on Stev for the first time
AN: Hi, I hope you like it x
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âSo pretty,â Tywin purred from in between her legs. The beautiful, Lannister red gown had fallen onto the floor moments ago. His larger, rougher hands moved up and down her soft inner legs. âTywinâŚâ The doe whispered; a blush coming over her cheeks as she finally found the courage to look down.
âWhatâwhat are you doing?â The words fell from her lips as her head fell back onto the furs behind her. âShh, do not worry.â The lion hummed; amusement dripping from his tone as he leaned closer. He could see her weeping pussy glistening in front of him and his mouth was soon watering.
âThis will feel good.â Tywin promised her. Stev could only trust him even as the new sensations easily fluttered inside her. The lion did not waste anymore time as he hungrily leaned in. His eyes never leaving hers Her body jolted at the first touch; her hand instantly reaching for his hair to hold onto.
âOh..oh, godsâŚâ Her legs already shook as Tywin chuckled against her; his vibrations brushing over her weeping pussy. Why was this so good, she thought as her fingers tightened their grip in his hair. The rocking motion continued as Stevâs head rested back onto the wall. Even her toes were curling in desire.
I hope you are feeling well!!! Could I request a story Iron doe au with some domestic fluff?
AN: Hi, I hope you like it x
âHmm, I think someone wants to see their father.â Stev whispered as she gracefully moved into the office of the old lion. It was later; the both of them should be asleep but as ever; her overworked husband still decided on staying to answer letters. Letters she knew her brother should be reading and corresponding to.Â
The babe was cooing up at her; those bright eyes of his wide away when he should be sleeping at such a time. Tywin hummed; those bright eyes of his in a sleepy state as he slowly looked up from his letters. A soft smile tugged on his lips at the sight in front of him. âIs he not allowing you to sleep, my love?â Tywin whispered out.
âIt seems he takes after his father in that regard.â Stev softly teased as the old lion only hummed. Still, she noticed the smile on his face. The chubby, grabby hands of her son moved towards his father at that moment. She softly giggled and watched as Tywin held his hands out. âYou should be sleeping.â Tywin hummed as he placed the babe in his arms.
His hand gently stroked his hair as Stev gracefully stepped closer. Her tiredness evident as a soft yawn escaped her. His free hand slowly moved onto her lower back and rested it there. âYou need to rest.â Tywin whispered; looking up at her as the babe reached for his face to squeeze. Something he had enjoyed doing recently.
âHmm, I will.â Stev whispered her promises before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to the top of Tywinâs head. Her hand gently cupped his face as her sweet smile tugged on her lips. âI hope you will come to rest with me too.â She hummed; brushing their noses together for a moment before lovingly leaning in for a short, loving kiss.
âI will.â Tywin whispered against her soft lips before pressing his own kiss to them. Stev hummed, only half convinced of his words as she leaned away. Her own hand moved onto her calming babeâs head and gently stroked him. Her smile only widened as she looked down at his babbling face. The delight in his eyes softened her completely.
She gently stroked his cheek before Tywin wrapped his arm around her waist and she gracefully moved to perch on his lap. His hand slowly lowered to just above her arse and she couldnât help but shake her head. Stev rested her head on his shoulder for a moment as another soft yawn escaped her. Her eyes nearly fluttered shut.
Tywinâs smile only widened as his hand slowly moved into her wavy locks that were cascading down her back. The braids she had worn all fell away and his hand moved to massage her scalp. Stev could only softly moan as her mind and body relaxed completely for him. The soft sleeping sounds of the babe entering the room now.
âYour day was well?â Tywin hummed quietly as those bright eyes of his looked down to the now sleeping son of his. It had been a shame he had been cooped up in the Handâs quarters whilst his wife and son joined the court. Still, he had his spies keep an eye on them, as he always did when he couldnât be there for them.
Under his mane (Part 8) // Tywin Lannister x Baratheon!Fem!Reader
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 When Tywin lowered his new wife to his bed, their bed, she was overcome with deep familiarity. She remembered her days at Casterly Rock, she remembered the way the Rock had turned into a home she desperately had sought back then.
Great part of that home, that safety she had gained, was built by the man on top of her. For a moment she allowed herself to just feel that safety, feel his lips mould against her with his stubble gently tickling her.
Tywin gently caged her, bringing himself to rest on his elbows, his hands going to stroke her hair as his forearms rested on the bed. He was a man of strong rough passion. He was not a shy boy trying to find what he wanted to give or receive, he was a man who deliberately knew how to bring women sobbing pleasure and he also knew how to get what he wished.
But he knew the Doe in his arms. He knew of the starvation of intimacy she felt, oh he knew every inch of her. Now what he wished to give her was a moment of said intimacy. He wished to see the way her lips would swell and the way her chest would rise out of breath when heâd pull away. Â
But he was only so patient. His kiss gained more fire as he moved his hands to lift her thighs around his hips. His wife gasping around his tongue at the sudden movement.
âTywinâ, she moaned as he gently pushed at his chest to break their kiss. âI am not the scared girl who offered her body to you years agoâ, she starts as she begins to softly pepper kisses along his jaw till she reaches his ear.
âYou taught me how good it felt t-to share pleasureâ, she whispers pressing her cheek against his, gently whimpering as she rolls her hips, her bare core against the seam of his trousers. âOh please, let me enjoy that pleasure again. I will be your good girl â, she almost begged.
Tywins eyes go almost black as he takes a gentle hold of her neck to see her eyes. When he speaks his voice makes Y/n shiver: âThen be a good girl and get rid off that shift and kneel on the bedâ
***
15 years ago in Casterly Rock
 There were many things Y/n Baratheon had been called.
âThe tainted ladyâ
âThe Prey among the beastsâ
âLannisters whoreâ
 All of those names left a mark on the Gentle Ladyâs back. It was like all of the words where lashes of a whip.
 But even as the lashes fell, she continued to smile. She visited the orphans of Casterly Rock, visited the elderly people, spend time with the maids of the garden and smiled as she helped them to plant seed into the fresh spring soil.
She became the lady the Rock desperately wished to have after the loss of their lovely Joanna.
 Her mind was not something to be soothed. She felt guilt. Whenever she looked at Tywin Lannister, all she could do was feel deep unrelenting guilt. She was a tainted name under his protection.
 She was a pest sown into his keep. What could she do to return the favour of all he had done? She had nothing to offer, as a third child and only daughter of his long gone friend. The only sister of the King who at some point lost his care and decided to abandon his sister to chase a winter rose.
 She has Stannis in Kingâs Landing and Renly in the Reach. Both who could not help her give Tywin anything he already didnât have.
She was a girl of 21 summers. Young woman who was never to know the love of a husband. Never to know the feeling of a babe of her own in her arms. She was forever the tainted lady.
 Talking with Tyrion did not help. He himself was an excile in his own family and his thoughts on favours were heavily changed by his only way of getting affection: whorehouses.
 Many times she had to ask for him to cease his talking of such things, for they only made her uncomfortable. But somewhere in the depth of his speeches, she found an desperate idea.
 If the people were to call the Tywinâs whore, why shouldnât she return his help with her own favour? She knew naught of intimacy. She knew naught of love making. But she was desperate to not live as a leech for the rest of her days.
 ***
The sun was already down when Y/n readied herself. Putting on a flowy lavender gown, nothing too revealing but more intimate none the less. Dapping some rose oil to her neck and wrists, she took a deep breath. She was afraid to face the pain again. The hurt, the taunting, the humiliation.
 She knew it wasnât like that for everyone but how could she expect to be treated as a lover when she was offering herself like this?
 Timidly she smiled at her guard as the started the long painful walk towards the Lordâs chamber. All her life she had been a good girl. She had been kind and gentle, a little too curious, honest and well-read for a lady many septas would say, but she was never a lady someone would be ashamed of.
 But the thoughts ringing in her head as she walked in the light corridors, were only rooted in her shame of what she had become.
***
Arriving at Tywinâs door she asked the guards to announce her. She had been in his study many times prior and the guards did not seem at all phased to see her.
 âLady Baratheonâ
The guard announces as he opens the door for her and lets her in while remaining rooted outside as he had been taught.
 âMy lordâ, she speaks smiling as she walks to take a seat across from the Great Lion himself, at his desk.
 âWhat ails you my lady?â, Tywin asks her without missing a beat. Dropping down his quil he leans back on his seat to take a look at the woman before him. She looked all but ready to go to bed in her soft thin gown, body bare of any jewellery.
 She would never visit him this late, never, unless there was something deeply ailing her already troubled head.
 âI have come to make you a-an offer my lordâ, she says never taking her eyes off of his hands, not daring to raise her chin and look into his eyes. Tywin could see from his seat that the woman was shaking. Even in the dim light one could see how her whole posture screamed distress.
 âGo onâ, he encourages, having no idea what this offer could entail. They had had no business regarding Stormâs end. It was something they usually discussed before he took it to the King. Be it a scandal but Tywin knew Y/n was more than capable of understanding what is good for the people of Stormâs end and how to make it sound pretty to her brother.
 âYou have done an enormous favour to me in taking me here my lord. I can never repay you for the aid you have given me.â, she starts and takes a soothing breath,
 âI-I wish to offer my- my body to you, for all the good you have done for me. The Godâs know I will not be anyoneâs wifeâ, she whispered the end still never once looking at the Old Lion in the eye.
 âI seeâ, is the only thing Tywin says. His words make tears of humiliation rise into Y/nâs eyes. How could she have been so stupid to think he would take such an offer.
 A Lord of his status taking another Lordâs daughter as a whore. She was making mockery of them both. âI am sorry, my lord, forgive me for insulting y-â, before she can finish her sentence and scramble up from her seat, Tywin rises.
 He takes four calm steps to reach her side. Kneeling by her seat, he gently puts a hand on her cheek and turns her glassy eyes to look at him.
 âI will not make you a whore, Y/nâ, he rumbles quietly. âI will not take a woman who trembles at the thought of letting me near her. You have no debt to me. I enjoy having you here, I have no desire to exploit your bodyâ
 Y/n gulps and raises a trembling hand to play with the lapel of his coat. âWhat if I desire you?â, she asks, the question a lot more bold than her own voice.
 âThen you shall wait till desire overrules your fear, little Sparrowâ, he whispers before rising and planting a gentle kiss against her head. âI shall escort you back to your chambers, my ladyâ, he then adds and goes back to being the stoic lion everyone fears.
 ***
Tywin gazed upon his wife as she sat on her knees on their bed. The beautiful Lady Lannister, on her knees just for him.
Shrugging off his coat, and undershirt he takes a seat next to her on the bed. Stroking one of his war roughened hands across her thigh and bottom. Giving her bottom a rough squeeze he takes advantage of her gasp and pulls her in for another drowning kiss.
Y/nâs back bends as she tries to keep up with the passion of her Lion. Feeling naught but desire in the cage of his strong arms she moans as he moves his kisses to her neck where he whispers. âBe a good girl and help your husband remove his bootsâ
As Tywin lets her go, she swiftly kneels on the floor and removes his boots. Tywin  once again raises her chin and nods towards his crotch.
With slightly trembling hands, she opens her husbands breeches and pulls them down as Tywin raises his hips to aid her mission.
A shiver runs down her spine as her husband makes his next wish. âWill you now pleasure your husband?â, and so she does. She takes Tywinâs cock into her hand and strokes it firmly till he is fully hard. A tender hand on her head encourages her to kiss the hard shaft up till she gently licks swollen head.
Tywin cannot help the rumbling moan that releases from his chest as she slowly takes the head into her mouth and hollows her cheeks. Tywinâs hand only remains as an encouragement, they had long ago made it clear that if she were to pleasure him with her mouth: she is in charge of how.
When she starts to see the small tremors in his abdomen, she halts her sucking and starts laying small kisses on the shaft again. âCome up here womanâ, Tywin says breathlessly as he sits up straight again.
A squeak escapes Y/n as Tywin pulls her onto her lap and with fast rough movements maneuvers them on the middle of the bed, with him now on top of her.
âWhat a salacious little creature my wife isâ, he teases and starts kissing collar, making sure to leave small marks behind as he does. When arriving downwards he starts sucking on her nipple.
âOnly for you, Tywinâ, she whimpers hips bucking against his cock. Her noises get louder as he continues on his assault, now deftly getting his palm on her other breast and taking the other nipple between his fingers, as he teases the other with his mouth.
His hands encourage her hips, moving his own hips aside, he gets her to roll her hips against his thigh. Angling his thigh so that she will have no way to move but with rubbing her pearl against his rough thigh.
Soon he switches his assault the other way around, taking her left nipple into his mouth. As he does he lets out a rumbling chuckle as Y/nâs breathless whines get louder.
âTy-Tywin, please, o-ohâ, she whimpers as Tywinâs hands force her hips to move faster along his thigh. The friction hitting just the right spot as she lets out a high pitched moan.
âIs my little wife going to come? Go on, take your pleasure on my thigh, I can feel your quim sopping through your undergarments. Let it wash over youâ, he encourages as her movements get more shaky and her noises louder.
Tywin was no young boy, but he could have come just from the sight and feel of her rubbing her clothed little pussy against his thigh. âT-Tywin! Iâm-Itâs- Tywin!â, Y/n incoherently squeals as her thighs start shaking and she reaches her climax.
She grasps the Great Lionâs shoulders and pulls him tightly against her body as she rides her aftershocks. Tywin takes mercy on her, knowing the state of her head after such pleasure and starts gently kissing the side of her head.
âThere we go my little sparrow, I have you. â, he mutters against her, his other hand soothingly running up and down her thigh.
Y/n takes her lower lip between her teeth and presses her face towards his gentle kisses. It felt good to be in his arms again.
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Under his mane (Part 8) // Tywin Lannister x Baratheon!Fem!Reader
This post contains NSFW content! Minors DNI
 When Tywin lowered his new wife to his bed, their bed, she was overcome with deep familiarity. She remembered her days at Casterly Rock, she remembered the way the Rock had turned into a home she desperately had sought back then.
Great part of that home, that safety she had gained, was built by the man on top of her. For a moment she allowed herself to just feel that safety, feel his lips mould against her with his stubble gently tickling her.
Tywin gently caged her, bringing himself to rest on his elbows, his hands going to stroke her hair as his forearms rested on the bed. He was a man of strong rough passion. He was not a shy boy trying to find what he wanted to give or receive, he was a man who deliberately knew how to bring women sobbing pleasure and he also knew how to get what he wished.
But he knew the Doe in his arms. He knew of the starvation of intimacy she felt, oh he knew every inch of her. Now what he wished to give her was a moment of said intimacy. He wished to see the way her lips would swell and the way her chest would rise out of breath when heâd pull away. Â
But he was only so patient. His kiss gained more fire as he moved his hands to lift her thighs around his hips. His wife gasping around his tongue at the sudden movement.
âTywinâ, she moaned as he gently pushed at his chest to break their kiss. âI am not the scared girl who offered her body to you years agoâ, she starts as she begins to softly pepper kisses along his jaw till she reaches his ear.
âYou taught me how good it felt t-to share pleasureâ, she whispers pressing her cheek against his, gently whimpering as she rolls her hips, her bare core against the seam of his trousers. âOh please, let me enjoy that pleasure again. I will be your good girl â, she almost begged.
Tywins eyes go almost black as he takes a gentle hold of her neck to see her eyes. When he speaks his voice makes Y/n shiver: âThen be a good girl and get rid off that shift and kneel on the bedâ
***
15 years ago in Casterly Rock
 There were many things Y/n Baratheon had been called.
âThe tainted ladyâ
âThe Prey among the beastsâ
âLannisters whoreâ
 All of those names left a mark on the Gentle Ladyâs back. It was like all of the words where lashes of a whip.
 But even as the lashes fell, she continued to smile. She visited the orphans of Casterly Rock, visited the elderly people, spend time with the maids of the garden and smiled as she helped them to plant seed into the fresh spring soil.
She became the lady the Rock desperately wished to have after the loss of their lovely Joanna.
 Her mind was not something to be soothed. She felt guilt. Whenever she looked at Tywin Lannister, all she could do was feel deep unrelenting guilt. She was a tainted name under his protection.
 She was a pest sown into his keep. What could she do to return the favour of all he had done? She had nothing to offer, as a third child and only daughter of his long gone friend. The only sister of the King who at some point lost his care and decided to abandon his sister to chase a winter rose.
 She has Stannis in Kingâs Landing and Renly in the Reach. Both who could not help her give Tywin anything he already didnât have.
She was a girl of 21 summers. Young woman who was never to know the love of a husband. Never to know the feeling of a babe of her own in her arms. She was forever the tainted lady.
 Talking with Tyrion did not help. He himself was an excile in his own family and his thoughts on favours were heavily changed by his only way of getting affection: whorehouses.
 Many times she had to ask for him to cease his talking of such things, for they only made her uncomfortable. But somewhere in the depth of his speeches, she found an desperate idea.
 If the people were to call the Tywinâs whore, why shouldnât she return his help with her own favour? She knew naught of intimacy. She knew naught of love making. But she was desperate to not live as a leech for the rest of her days.
 ***
The sun was already down when Y/n readied herself. Putting on a flowy lavender gown, nothing too revealing but more intimate none the less. Dapping some rose oil to her neck and wrists, she took a deep breath. She was afraid to face the pain again. The hurt, the taunting, the humiliation.
 She knew it wasnât like that for everyone but how could she expect to be treated as a lover when she was offering herself like this?
 Timidly she smiled at her guard as the started the long painful walk towards the Lordâs chamber. All her life she had been a good girl. She had been kind and gentle, a little too curious, honest and well-read for a lady many septas would say, but she was never a lady someone would be ashamed of.
 But the thoughts ringing in her head as she walked in the light corridors, were only rooted in her shame of what she had become.
***
Arriving at Tywinâs door she asked the guards to announce her. She had been in his study many times prior and the guards did not seem at all phased to see her.
 âLady Baratheonâ
The guard announces as he opens the door for her and lets her in while remaining rooted outside as he had been taught.
 âMy lordâ, she speaks smiling as she walks to take a seat across from the Great Lion himself, at his desk.
 âWhat ails you my lady?â, Tywin asks her without missing a beat. Dropping down his quil he leans back on his seat to take a look at the woman before him. She looked all but ready to go to bed in her soft thin gown, body bare of any jewellery.
 She would never visit him this late, never, unless there was something deeply ailing her already troubled head.
 âI have come to make you a-an offer my lordâ, she says never taking her eyes off of his hands, not daring to raise her chin and look into his eyes. Tywin could see from his seat that the woman was shaking. Even in the dim light one could see how her whole posture screamed distress.
 âGo onâ, he encourages, having no idea what this offer could entail. They had had no business regarding Stormâs end. It was something they usually discussed before he took it to the King. Be it a scandal but Tywin knew Y/n was more than capable of understanding what is good for the people of Stormâs end and how to make it sound pretty to her brother.
 âYou have done an enormous favour to me in taking me here my lord. I can never repay you for the aid you have given me.â, she starts and takes a soothing breath,
 âI-I wish to offer my- my body to you, for all the good you have done for me. The Godâs know I will not be anyoneâs wifeâ, she whispered the end still never once looking at the Old Lion in the eye.
 âI seeâ, is the only thing Tywin says. His words make tears of humiliation rise into Y/nâs eyes. How could she have been so stupid to think he would take such an offer.
 A Lord of his status taking another Lordâs daughter as a whore. She was making mockery of them both. âI am sorry, my lord, forgive me for insulting y-â, before she can finish her sentence and scramble up from her seat, Tywin rises.
 He takes four calm steps to reach her side. Kneeling by her seat, he gently puts a hand on her cheek and turns her glassy eyes to look at him.
 âI will not make you a whore, Y/nâ, he rumbles quietly. âI will not take a woman who trembles at the thought of letting me near her. You have no debt to me. I enjoy having you here, I have no desire to exploit your bodyâ
 Y/n gulps and raises a trembling hand to play with the lapel of his coat. âWhat if I desire you?â, she asks, the question a lot more bold than her own voice.
 âThen you shall wait till desire overrules your fear, little Sparrowâ, he whispers before rising and planting a gentle kiss against her head. âI shall escort you back to your chambers, my ladyâ, he then adds and goes back to being the stoic lion everyone fears.
 ***
Tywin gazed upon his wife as she sat on her knees on their bed. The beautiful Lady Lannister, on her knees just for him.
Shrugging off his coat, and undershirt he takes a seat next to her on the bed. Stroking one of his war roughened hands across her thigh and bottom. Giving her bottom a rough squeeze he takes advantage of her gasp and pulls her in for another drowning kiss.
Y/nâs back bends as she tries to keep up with the passion of her Lion. Feeling naught but desire in the cage of his strong arms she moans as he moves his kisses to her neck where he whispers. âBe a good girl and help your husband remove his bootsâ
As Tywin lets her go, she swiftly kneels on the floor and removes his boots. Tywin  once again raises her chin and nods towards his crotch.
With slightly trembling hands, she opens her husbands breeches and pulls them down as Tywin raises his hips to aid her mission.
A shiver runs down her spine as her husband makes his next wish. âWill you now pleasure your husband?â, and so she does. She takes Tywinâs cock into her hand and strokes it firmly till he is fully hard. A tender hand on her head encourages her to kiss the hard shaft up till she gently licks swollen head.
Tywin cannot help the rumbling moan that releases from his chest as she slowly takes the head into her mouth and hollows her cheeks. Tywinâs hand only remains as an encouragement, they had long ago made it clear that if she were to pleasure him with her mouth: she is in charge of how.
When she starts to see the small tremors in his abdomen, she halts her sucking and starts laying small kisses on the shaft again. âCome up here womanâ, Tywin says breathlessly as he sits up straight again.
A squeak escapes Y/n as Tywin pulls her onto her lap and with fast rough movements maneuvers them on the middle of the bed, with him now on top of her.
âWhat a salacious little creature my wife isâ, he teases and starts kissing collar, making sure to leave small marks behind as he does. When arriving downwards he starts sucking on her nipple.
âOnly for you, Tywinâ, she whimpers hips bucking against his cock. Her noises get louder as he continues on his assault, now deftly getting his palm on her other breast and taking the other nipple between his fingers, as he teases the other with his mouth.
His hands encourage her hips, moving his own hips aside, he gets her to roll her hips against his thigh. Angling his thigh so that she will have no way to move but with rubbing her pearl against his rough thigh.
Soon he switches his assault the other way around, taking her left nipple into his mouth. As he does he lets out a rumbling chuckle as Y/nâs breathless whines get louder.
âTy-Tywin, please, o-ohâ, she whimpers as Tywinâs hands force her hips to move faster along his thigh. The friction hitting just the right spot as she lets out a high pitched moan.
âIs my little wife going to come? Go on, take your pleasure on my thigh, I can feel your quim sopping through your undergarments. Let it wash over youâ, he encourages as her movements get more shaky and her noises louder.
Tywin was no young boy, but he could have come just from the sight and feel of her rubbing her clothed little pussy against his thigh. âT-Tywin! Iâm-Itâs- Tywin!â, Y/n incoherently squeals as her thighs start shaking and she reaches her climax.
She grasps the Great Lionâs shoulders and pulls him tightly against her body as she rides her aftershocks. Tywin takes mercy on her, knowing the state of her head after such pleasure and starts gently kissing the side of her head.
âThere we go my little sparrow, I have you. â, he mutters against her, his other hand soothingly running up and down her thigh.
Y/n takes her lower lip between her teeth and presses her face towards his gentle kisses. It felt good to be in his arms again.
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Sometimes an old man wonders Otto Hightower x Reader
 Summary: Otto is a little insecure about his age but his loving wife disagrees with his thought process
Warnings: Talk of infertility, implication of sex
This is pure Fluff
Y/n Hightower was young. Young enough to be Ottoâs daughter. In fact she was only two years his daughters senior.
She was his second wife. By the gods he had loved his first wife, loved her with all his being. But now after two years with his new wife, he felt shy. They were intimate as any married couple, hell their marriage most likely shared more intimacy than most in Westeros.
 Septaâs had talked of her being an ill choice as wife due to her unnaturally painful monthly bleeding. The rumours of her body not being suited for childbearing had made a uncertain hole in her heart and future.
And that is how her father had come knocking at Ottoâs door, so she could at least get a gentle husband.
 Otto felt humiliated by his own emotions. He was an old man with grandchildren, blushing as he thought of how he had come to care for his young wife.
 She was a curious soul, the lady Hightower. She sought answers to all the little details of the world, she read and read till her temples ached with all she had discovered. And by the godâs did she love animals.
 Otto did not know what had bewitched him to let her adopt a stray kitten from the streets or take in that small hurt bird they had seen in the garden in the reach. Now they had a black kitten called Sooty and a small bird (Otto was sure Y/n just didnât know what the bird was when she insisted that it was a bushtit) called Pearl.
 That curiosity in her had bewitched him. Her never ending curiosity and capability to observe the world while looking for every possibility.
 Now he sat at his desk and wondered: What can an old man like him give such a woman? At some point, he would be grey and frail and her smiles would not have the same glint of adoration they now had.
 âWhat ails you my husband?â, a gentle voice startled him as now in front of him stood his lady wife. Slowly she walks over to his desk and lays her hands on his shoulders.
 âHello, dearâ, he answers shortly and lays his own hand on top of one of hers. Y/n furrows her brows at him dodging her question and his curt answer.
 Sighing softly she start kneading his tense shoulders. Otto closes his eyes and relaxes under the gentle treatment letting his hand fall to his side.
âNow will my husband tilt his chin and let his lady wife give him a small loving kiss?â, she inquires after ten minutes of silence and her working on his shoulders.
 Otto leans back and tilts his head so that she can bend down to kiss him. The kiss is gentle and lingering. Pulling away Y/n pulls on his chair. âScootâ
 âWhat?â
 âScoot back so I can have a seatâ, she repeats and steps back from trying to pull on his chair. Otto lets out a chuckle at the stuborness of his Y/n. His beacon of light.
 When he does as he is told, his lap is soon occupied with a smiling being. Who had given him the right to have her, must have been a lunatic. Such treasure wasted.
 âYou are sadâ, Y/n whispers her own eyes wide and tender as she cups Ottoâs cheek. âWill you not tell me why?â, she continues her own worry rising by the minute.
 âSometimes an old man wondersâ, he begins as he looks down and takes her free hand into one of his own. Her delicate skin in his rough hands.
 âYes?â, Y/n encourages now having a feeling of what this moment of vulnerability was about.
 âYou are wasted on an old man. Soon as the years go, you will still be young and vigorous while Iâll be a grey hollow tree trunk rottening on my feetâ, he says with quiet anger. His own limits angering him.
 What he doesnât expect are Y/nâs glassy eyes staring at him as he turns his gaze back up. âOh my dearâ, he goes to soothe and raise his own hand to cup her face but she swats his hands away making him furrow his brows.
 âDo not ever let yourself wonder such things againâ, she begins, âI am not a perfect creature. I cannot give you a son. I will never bear my own child, Otto. But you resent me naught for that. You are a fair bit older than me but you make me feel indescribable thingsâ, her voice gets shaky as she continues.
 âEven if you turn grey and frail tomorrow, I would not leave you. Donât you realize it? I am so happy and vigorous because I know I have you. My husband, my tender and wise husband holding me close every night. There is nothing you cannot give me because your heart is my treasureâ, she sobs as she presses their foreheads together.
 Otto feels his own eyes getting glassy as he lets a loving smile graze at his features. âI love you, my beaconâ, whispers and lays quick soft kisses onto her lips.
 âAnd I love you my towerâ, she whispers back a wet wide smile coming to her face, the words never ceasing to light joy in her heart. âRemember, my tower. I am the light that shines in your halls but I will not shine anywhere without my tower protecting my lightâ
 Otto hums at her poetic words content with sitting like this. Forehead against hers, and his hand tenderly on her breast to feel the beat of her heart. It is when Y/n bites at her lip and a flush spreads to her chest that he knows what his touch is awakening.
 âWhat ails you wife?â, he smirks as he looks at her hooded eyes and feels her heart picking speed.
 Y/n doesnât dare to look at him even though her smile is still lighting up her whole face. Her soft hand comes to press his hand tighter at her breast. âM-make love to me, my husband. Have me so that I can feel your touches for daysâ, her words are bold but her voice is timid.
 Otto smiles at his wifeâs innocence and gives her a passionate kiss. âGo wait for me in our bed. I will finish this and then you can have me for the rest of the nightâ, he promises and gently helps up from his lap.
 With a soft gaze and a gentle pat to her bottom, she makes her way to heir bed, with a floating skip under her step.
This is a one shot but I have a multipart Otto story coming soon :)Â
@freshmoneyalmondathlete you will be tagged from now onâşď¸đ
A new fic idea
First of all, all of you who wish to be tagged to my âUnder his maneâ -story, you will be! Thank you so much for your comments and likes, they really do give me joy and I will be updating the story soon.
But this post is about a new fic idea that I had while watching House of the Dragon.
PLEASE DO NOT COPY THIS IDEA!
My idea is that a daughter of one of the Old gods does something (I will not give the whole thing away because if this idea gets support I donât want to spoil it đ) and ends up cursed to become a wondering spirit that will never rest. And her curse is something along the lines of her soulmate being someone whose heart she needs to mend. In every life the way of mending changes, be it gathering itâs pieces, climbing over the wall in front of it or thawing the ice within it.
Only once she manages her goal before her love dies because of the cruelty their heart has caused, her spirit will be free.
The love interests in the fic would be Otto Hightower and Tywin Lannister (and possibly Sandor Clegane) You can also comment who would you like to have in this concept!
Please tell me what you think, I know the explanation is all over the place but it was tough to get it together in a sensible way.
I just saw this while I was browsing your blog and OMG YES!!!!!!
Sandor, Otto, and TYWIN?! (Btw, Thank you for writing fics w/ Otto and Tywin⤠Absolutely love those two) Can I please please please be tagged for this once itâs out? I think the fact that she needs to achieve her goal before her love dies is so angsty so I beg you to include some fluff to mend our hearts before you shatter it đ Also, I would suggest adding Petyr Baelish if thatâs alright? @gotpineapple
I will tag you once it's out âşď¸ I'm still working on some kinks for this fic and I will add Petyr to my list of consideration for some scenes đ
It will be centered around the plots with Otto and Tywin. I just can't get enough of those two đ
And it will be a hurt AND comfort fic, there will be fluff to combat the angst! đ Thank you so much for you support, sweetheart! â¤ď¸ @girlonfireice