➵ summary: cheating on your husband was not the best idea because Ormund is not the type of man who forgives a betrayal, specially under his own roof
➵ pairing: Ormund Hightower x targ!fem!reader
➵ warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, smut, nsfw, unprotected piv, rough sex, breeding kink, power dinamic, spanking, possessive behavior, toxic relationship, no physical description
➵ notes: my first smut here, kinda nervous
➵ word count: 1.490
The life under the Hightower's roof, with the faith of the Seven always keeping an eye on everyone, was suffocating. The religion was a fundamental part of the house Hightower, and being married with Lord Ormund Hightower required an extensive knowledge and devotion in the faith, to be a perfect model to the other noble ladies around as your husband was a model to all men, and to bring honour to your house, to his house, to your marriage, to your husband, to yourself.
But the Targaryen blood it's never quiet, always whispering, saying that you're a Targaryen, you don't need to follow all these stupid rules made by these people, you're above all these things, you're a dragon and a dragon does what it wants.
And then, you listened.
You and the guard were so lost in each other's bodies, the adrenaline flowing through your veins, that unfortunately none of you perceived the maid entering the library at such late hour and immediately taking a step back. After this lapse of rationality with a secret lover you went back to you normal daily routine, acting like nothing happened after paying the guard to keep his mouth shut, and like this you expected to give a final point on this little unusual event, or you thought so.
The heavy doors creaked and you heard Ormund's voice.
"Get out" he said to the maid undoing your braids.
"She was almost done"
"I can do this too, my mother teached me when i was younger" the man said while getting closer and then proceeding to undo your hair.
"I didn't know you were so skilled with a woman's hair"
"We all have our secrets, my love..."
This was supposed to be a caring moment between wife and husband, but you could feel in the air that something was... Wrong? After some years married you could read his small expressions and movements. There was something wrong with Ormund but you couldn't tell yet.
"Do you have something that you want to tell me about your week, darling?" a little smile he gave.
"Nothing special, yesterday lady Anne was showing me her new—" Ormund's hands suddenly stopped, resting at the back of your chair.
"I'm going to ask you once more" his voice sounding lower and rougher than ever "do you have something you want to tell me?"
Shivers went down your spine, he already knew about something... but what? What you have done that could possibly annoy him? You are used as an example of a perfect lady everywhere you go, a result of your endless work and effort.
Whatever he was talking about, any answer you could give would be wrong.
"I'm sorry my love... I don't know what you are referring to"
"Can't you think with this little stupid dumb head?"
A bloody tongue was thrown at the vanity making you gasp and step way in shock "W-what is this?" he giggled at your reaction "I thought you would recognize it, Ser Richard seemed to love putting this nasty thing on your mouth, right? Well... It seems that he won't be able to do it again"
"Ormund, i don't know what they said to you but i had nothing with Ser Richard, he is only my protector"
Ormund's anger increased at every word coming out of your mouth "He's not your protector anymore, his soul is already at some of the seven hells" he sat down at the chair you were before, fingers crossed at his lap, looking at your confused and surprised face with an expression of disappointment.
"I gave you everything, i showed you the way of the seven, i tried to take out of you the sickening behaviors that the Targaryens have... All of this? Worthless. I already knew you were a waste of time and yet i accepted, with open arms. Maculate my blood and my lineage just to be betrayed like this, behind my back, at my OWN HOUSE"
"I telling you, i did nothing! You need to trust me Ormund, i'm your wife!" you pleaded with tears already making your vision blurry.
"And why would i belive on a whore like you? Who pays a guard to have sex and then returns to her husband, shameless to call me 'love' with your womb possibly carrying his bastard" he stood up again, grabbed your cheeks with his right hand without breaking that blazing eye contact "Where's your duty?".
You reunited all of your courage to speak but your voice sounded like a scared cat "What about you? You can visit brothels and fuck those prostitutes whenever you want, why should i act like an angel when you can do anything you please?".
"A man needs to fulfill his needs, it's biological my dear. But a respectful lady, as i thought you were, has the divinity purpose to serve her husband and be sure to provide a healthy and strong lineage"
"Not even you belive in this bullshit, Ormund"
The rest of his patience has ended.
"You treat me like a fool, and i had enough... Now, lay down"
You did, laying down at the bed next you as he demanded because that was the only safe option. Ormund got closer, turned you onto your stomach and slowly lifted your nightgown exposing your soft thighs and ass to the cold air. The next thing you heard were his hands undoing his belt.
"Face it like a lesson you desperately need"
Suddenly the leather hitted your skin with all strength pulling a scream out of your lungs.
"Please Ormund! Forgive me, i should never have done that! It was a foolish decision"
He couldn't hide the way his heart was beating faster and his pleased face from hearing his girl acting so desperately "Yes, beg me sweetheart, as you going to beg the gods for your sins at your next prayer" and the belt hitted again making the already sensible skin turn reddish. And once more, and once more.
"I'm curious, how did Ser Richard feel?" Instead of the belt he used his hand this time, squeezing the cheeks after hitting it "Did he feel as good as me? Did he make you scream? Made your legs shake? Oh that must have felt good"
You gave no answer because it would be no, no one had the power and knowledge about your body as Ormund and he knew it. He only laughed at your hesitant silence and started to bring down his trousers after undoing the laces.
Looking over your shoulder you could see his already throbbing cock, leaking pre-cum while he was rubbing it slowly. Your legs weaken just from the way he's staring at you like a predator ready to attack.
An then he drives himself into you, a groan comes out as he feels your spongy walls squeezing him tight while adjusting to his size. "This feels amazing every single time" he says as holding your hips firmly to start pushing in and out with a relentless pace, claiming again what was already his.
Hitting just the right spot deep inside you, the wet sound getting louder along with the whimpering escaping from your lips and that familiar feeling in your lower stomach growing "Ormund please" you supplicated narrowing your brows with the overwhelming feelings.
Ormund layed his body down on yours without putting all the weight of his large body, his hand grabbed your hair pulling back to make you face him "Who's this cunt owner?"
"You... It was always you" you said breathlessly.
"Then you confess? Confess that you are a filthy brat that can't control yourself and needs a wrench at it's leash?"
"Y-yes, please Lord Ormund, show me the way"
Ormund pressed your lips together, sliding his tongue into your mouth to devour as the hungry man he is. "I'm going to put another child on you, maybe then you will recover your senses" the man promises, staring your eyes with his pupils blown wide, thrusting his hips against yours, keeping the room with a fleshy sinful sound.
That familiar feeling is almost exploding, Ormund can barely keep his movements stable and you are trembling beneath him, gripping tightly the silk sheets. Suddenly you feel something warm, Ormund's cum gushing all over your walls with a guttural moan from him while you also coming undone, completely losing your mind.
He moves out observing your limp body so susceptible, tired and sore, perfect as it should be for him. Your cunt starts leaking, so he slides a finger, pushing everything back "You're so lucky that i'm such a pious man and i love taming your little naughtinesses myself"
Ormund then inflicts a last slap at your thigh, expressing a wicked satisfied smile across his lips and leaves you to take a bath, to clean all the sweat and dirty from his body, while you still in bed, recovering mind and muscles.
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➵ notes: i was not expecting but it was really fun to write this
➵ word count: 1.608
A - Admiration (what do they admire most about you?)
When Gwayne is in love he can see the beauty in all details, physical or not, but he absolutely loves when you give a little demonstration of your courage, especially with your children or with him. He doesn’t really need to be protected or to someone defend his moral and virtues but for him is really special to know that you would do for him everything that he would do for you.
B - Beauty (what do they find most beautiful about you?)
Gwayne loves your hands, always delicate while touching him, or maybe your hair and how shiny it looks under the sun while you're picking flowers, also he can't forget your voice reading a piece of the new book he gave you, oh and also-
C - Cuddling (how do they like to wrap around you?)
His heart melts when you start to cuddle. If both of you have a little free time he's doing circles with his finger around your thigh, your back or your hair and giving little kisses on your exposed skin.
D - Dreams (how do they imagine their future with you?)
Gwayne wants kids laughing through the hallways, a peaceful home. Spend the afternoon teaching his little boy how to fight, hoping that he won't need this for anything other than tournaments, and you teaching his little girl how to sew or read at the garden within his sight.
E - Emotions (how do they express themselves around you?)
After the marriage Gwayne starts to get intimate with your, sexually and emotionally, he loves to talk about his day before sleeping but also hear about what you have done and in these moments he let all his vulnerability for you to see.
F - Fears (what are they most afraid of in their relationship?)
He hates to hurt you, even unintentionally, he thinks he failed as a husband. Also he fears something happening to you like someone physically hurting you or even trying to kill you, he wants to be around whenever possible so he can give his life to protect yours.
G - Gifts (what are their perfect gifts)
Gwayne always tries to think on something you like or that you mentioned recently, a cake that you tried at the market, a book you wanted to read, seeds of a flower that don't grow next to your house but you think are the prettiest. Also dresses with the best dornish silk he can afford, he want the people around to see how well-cared his wife is.
H - Honesty (how honest are they to you?)
The more intimacy, the more honesty. He will always try to be honest with you to because you are one of the people he trusts the most and because if something happens between you both he wants the things to be resolved as soon as possible.
I - I love you (how long did it take them to say it)
While you were dating, after some feasts, parties and walkings through the Oldtown's gardens he already knew he was in love so it didn't take that much for him to confess, saying he loves you more than anything, asking if you also wanted and yearned for him as much as he did for you.
J - Jealousy (how jealous are they)
Gwayne knows his partner as much as you know him, so what could he fear? Another man trying to seduce his lady wife? Gwayne would let the Gods decide with a fight who would have her because he is certain that you were made for him and he's made for you and no other noble with a quick smile would get you away from him.
K - Kisses (how do they like to give kisses?)
Very polite, very classy. He only kisses the back of your hand, your cheeks and the top of your head, the more intense and sweet ones he gives are reserved for your home and your chambers. These kisses happens after a section of smooches and makes him rest his hands at your back and your face, always trying to be gentle and reading your movements and your sounds to understand if you're really into this.
L - Love (whats their love language)
Absolutely quality time and physical touch, as said before, he loves to spend any moment with you and at the more intimate ones he's kissing your whole skin, interlacing your fingers and anything more he can do because he's a gentleman and he doesn't want to embarrass you in front of your friends or family. I think that one of his favorite moments is when you are leaning against his chest while you're taking a bath, just feeling the skin-to-skin and having a moment alone after a day of assignments.
M - Mornings (how are mornings spent with you?)
If he wakes up before you, he waits until you also wake up while appreciating how cute his lady wife looks while unconscious in the realm of dreams. After that he likes to eat his breakfast with you, talking about what you both are going to do at that day and probably a little bit of gossiping.
N - Names (what are their favorite pet names for you?)
Any one of them, but maybe "my princess" (even if you're not from royalty) is his favorite.
O - Obvious (how obvious do they make their love?)
Do i need to explain? The more obvious possible while being respectful to you, if you're are too shy or don't like PDA he will contains himself but everybody can see the puppy eyes and the silly smile when he looks at you.
P - Patience (how often do they get angry at you?)
Almost never, he avoids fightings and discussions, he would even say that he's wrong or simply ignore what happened if it's something simple or just stupid. Gwayne don't want to marry someone that will complicate his life, his family already has this job (hello ormund).
Q - Quality time (how do they like to spend their time with you?)
Talking or simply doing nothing, the place or what are you both doing depends a lot on you, he is happy just to be there sharing some time together, but he also likes to brings some different activities for you both every now and then.
R - Romance (how romantic are they? Cliche or rather creative?)
Romeo and Juliet vibes, a man that if necessary he would die for you just to join you in death, your knight in shining armor. He reproduces everything he learned about how to treat a woman right and some of those things from the romance books your read sometimes(he asks you to read them for him).
S - Safety (how safe do they feel around you?)
If you are in a relationship for some time and already have a strong bond he will feel safe, knowing that you wouldn't try to hurt or betray him somehow, at least intentionally.
T - Tease (how much of a tease are they?)
Not too much honestly, but when he's in the mood he likes to tickle your neck and look at the other side with the most innocent face in the world as if it wasn't him (there are only you both at the room).
U - Upset (how do they act when you're upset? and when they are?)
Gwayne ignores you for sometime so when he talks to you the anger doesn't speaks for him, he is angry but he doesn't want to pour everything on you while he's trying to understand and think about a solution.
When you're upset with him he tries every possible way of earning your forgiveness, but if this do not happens Gwayne will give the time you need and try again later.
V - Vanity (how much do they care about their appearance around you?)
Enough i would say, he likes to look presentable in all moments, nothing too much, just don't look a mess, but for you he put some extra effort, as he knows that you do the same for him.
W - Work (how hard they work for your love?)
Gwayne it's the rarest type of man, the one who tries to conquer love of his wife everyday. It's in the way he speaks to you, the way he touches you, the way he really pays attention to the things you do and say, how he tries to be always there for your needs.
X - X-ray (how easy is it for them to comprehend you?)
He tries his best always, but considering that he tries to create a honest and loving relationship with the lady who stole his heart, it's kinda easy for both of you to understand each other.
Y - Yearn (how is their day when they miss you?)
If, for some reason, you are separated he spends the whole day thinking "oh, i should take this for her", "oh, i need to remember this later and tell her", "oh, she would like this", and when he's home he needs a long moment with his wife to tell everything he saw and to show the things he bought for her.
Z - Zzz (what's it like sleeping with you?)
Very comfortable with the best pillows he asked just for you. He absolutely would be the big spoon if you want and ask him, but he prefers to be the little spoon so he can sleep listening to your heartbeat with his hand around your waist while you're massaging his hair.
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➵ summary: after escaping with her dragon to clear her thoughts during the war, the princess have a glimpse of who Ormund Hightower really is
➵ pairing: Ormund Hightower x targ!fem!reader
➵ warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, possessive/toxic/yandere(?) relationship, suggestive scenes, power dinamic, no physical description, ormund (he's a warning himself)
➵ notes: i'm obsessed with this man and i know he's not worthy
➵ word count: 1.055
You were at the battlefield with your husband, his army and your little brother Daeron, only because you have a small but fast dragon called Phantom Claw, something that the Lord Hightower only accepts because 2 dragons is such an advantage for him in this war but, in his mind, it's a shame to have a woman fighting, specially his wife flying on a white demonic beast.
After arriving Tumbleton you were so tired, all the battles, all the political problems and everything. Ormund would tell you only the essencial, but everything else, the details and decisions were for the men who "have a strong and adapted mind to things of this nature, different from such delicate and easily impressed creatures like women" as he told you.
Even like this you could hear the whispers from his reunions and Daeron would tell you at the moments he looked for you, when he was also tired from Ormund's bullshit about making him a king and wanted to get things off his chest, so you would confort him and probably put him to sleep with the few lullabies you could remember from when Alicent used to sing for you, before her send you both to Oldtown.
You prepared your riding clothes and went to the place they were keeping Phantom Claw at the city, taking care to not draw any attention from Ormund's men that used to keep an eye on you.
After climb the dragon you flew to the nearest island, flying high enough so people below couldn't see you, making Phantom Claw dissappear on the clouds and avoiding routes that the enemies used to go through.
You spent 3 days at the beach and the forest, hunting food for you and your big girl, sleeping on a cave and thinking about everything that happened at your life since you were sent to live with the man who you thought would only be your dear mentor, who was there to keep you and Daeron safe, while you looked at the ocean.
Back at the city, when you was entering the noble's house you were staying he was at the door already waiting for his wife with not a good expression. Looked at you, up and down, with disgust in his face "You stink of ashes like one of this things... Go to your chambers and take a bath, I'll take care of you later".
Ormund walked off and you went to take a bath as he demanded, you also could smell your own sweat mixed with the salt from the beach in your hair. It would be a relaxing moment if you didn't spend all your time thinking about the consequences of your little rebel moment, how the unpredictable mind of Ormund would deal with it?
The hinges of the heavy wooden door creaked and the sound of heavy steps started to get louder while you kept your eyes at the book.
"Are you happy?" you looked up to him.
"Why?"
"Because you risked EVERYTHING acting like a child"
"I just wanted some fresh air..."
"FUCK your fresh air, do you know how many soldiers from the enemies are nearby? Surrounding us like vultures?"
"I swear that nobody saw me, i was cautious" he took a deep breath and walked to the table in the middle of the room, back against you. Suddenly Ormund punched with anger the fruits on the dinner plate that was served to you earlier.
"WHEN I TELL YOU TO DO WHAT I DEMAND IS TO NOT RISK YOUR FUCKING LIFE AND EVERYBODY'S LIFE FOR ABSOLUTELY NOTHING" you got frighten by his shouted words, giving a step back with fear in your eyes "I'M NOT GONNA PAY FOR YOUR DESOBEDIENCE" the stool near to him was thrown to the other side of the room, breaking against the wall.
"I don’t even know why i'm keeping you here, what could a woman be doing in a men's war?" his jaw clenched and his hands balling into fists.
"i-i'm sorry husband, i didn't want to make a mess" you spoke with a trembling voice, already felling the warm tears falling from your cheeks. Ormund paid attention to your scared body and gives a deep breath again, coming back to you.
"Oh no no no darling..." those big hands held your face, the cold rings in contact with the soft and warm skin, gently making your sight rise to his face "You know how i hate to see these little eyes crying... I was... too harsh with my words"
Ormund kissed the top of your head "You know that i must know every step you take, every move you make because i love you and i wouldn't forgive myself if i let something happen to my precious girl". And then, out of nowhere, the man with an aggressive temper turns into a lovely and devoted husband right in front your eyes.
"I promise that i won't scream with you again" he said that on the last four times "I was so scared without knowing where you were... If something happened to you, if it was that cunt who kidnapped you..."
You felt Ormund's lips caressing your neck and whispering near your ear "Do you forgive me?"
Don't matter how resilient you consider yourself to be, when your husband used his charm he absolutely gets your knees bending and you entirely in the palm of his hand.
"Yes my love..."
"I knew you would understand" a shameless smirk of someone who got exactly what he wanted appears on his lips "I was also thinking about spending the night with my sweet wife but she has been really naughty recently " the hot mouth moves away from you
"And i must punish these unacceptable behaviors so they won't return..."
"What are you gonna do then?"
You saw the gears behid those eyes rotanting to form a new and probably horrible idea.
"I'm going to lock you here until necessary, but do not be sad sweetheart, i'm sure to come back every night to teach the lessons you still need to learn as a wife under the light of the Seven"
Before leaving you in shock with his last words in the room Ormund gives a tenderly kiss, full of untold love promises that you still wonder if are true.
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