This will be my first kinktober so i thought instead of having to keep to certain prompts/themes for certain days I would simply make a list of things I would be comfortable to write about and just pick one untill I've filled the list. So I've posted a list of prompts and I will update it with links as I write (link).
So if you too are lusting after old men or just like your porn with probably too much plot check back in the next couple of weeks and hopefully you will find something you like
I'm really looking foward to start writing again and I hope you will like what I make
Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Helmut Zemo, Lazslo Kreizler, Raymond Reddington, Tywin Lannister
Rating: 18+ (minors DNI)
Notes: I wanted to post this yesterday as a sort of round-up for the month but I was caught in a writers block over that Tywin story I promised (which is now over 2.000 words and people are barely boning yet!). Sooo you’re getting it today, sorry.
Anyway this is more headcanons than fics but I hope y’all will still like it and as always the ask is open if there’s something you would like to see more of.
Aaron Hotchner
In my head there’s two possible scenarios with Aaron:
Sweet and soft in a candlelit room, him constantly holding your hand and looking you deep in the eyes. This comes after a series of dates and probably a conversation about intimacy and what you’re comfortable with. It’s romantic, slow but powerful – this man doesn’t do half measures.
OR: the two of you are working together in whatever capacity and he’s trying so hard to be professional and distance himself from you but something happens and he just can’t hold himself back any more. He would probably be even more nervous in this case than if you’ve been dating: what if he read the signs wrong? He would never want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable but you’re so beautiful to him, so special. And so when something happens – maybe either of you get injured or he gets a little too jealous of how you laugh at some police officer’s flirtatious jokes – he snaps and as soon as he can manage to get you alone, he’s moves oh so close to you, cornering you. In hushed whispers, his voice going even deeper than usual, he tries to make you admit that you want him too; he would immediately back down if you said no but if you said yes, he’s all over you, all of that pent up frustration, lust and emotions, spilling out and you’re in for a ride. He would never be aggressive but he’s a strong, physically large man and could get a little forceful if he’s particularly desperate. He’s lifting you up, taking you against the wall, or pinning your legs to the mattress as he eats you out on a hotel bed.
In any case this is a man who’s all about your pleasure – and with his profiler training he’s very quick to pick up what you like. He will spend hours with his head between your legs if you let him and those thick fingers of his will have you moaning and whimpering in seconds. He’s quite athletic and I could see him lasting for a while but he’s not a several rounds kinda guy – not without a long break in between at least.
Helmut Zemo
I think I already wrote this?
After getting out of prison (and I don’t really see him getting with anyone before that but that’s another matter), he would be so touch-starved and run extremely hot-and-cold on you as he wrestles with his own pride. He’s quick to flirt and would definitely take pleasure in how frazzled he could make you with a few suggestive whispers and the smallest of touch but if you tried to turn the attention onto him? He’s shutting that down or would at least try to deflect attention back on you.
He would happily go down you, mostly (but not exclusively) for the huge boost to his ego as you flail and moan his name over and over again.
He’s prideful but not necessarily selfish in his attentions to you: he would gladly make you cum four times in half an hour, just as well as he would buy you expensive clothes and jewellery. It would make you happy which in turn strokes his pride and ego.
Lazslo Kreizler
Sweet, sweet Lazslo. He would be so nervous and ever so slightly awkward the first time. Nervous because he doesn’t want to taint you with the darkness he thinks lives in him, he wants you to remain pure, unspoiled (this would be his thoughts no matter your line of profession or background).
The awkwardness would definitely come from his lack of experience; I don’t think he’s a virgin, even when the series starts, but he’s not had a lot of physical encounters but the main thing would be the actual emotional intimacy. To actually let his guard down and let someone see him, fully, for who and what he is, that would be nerve-racking for him.
He would be sweet, though, and very gentle – again to not scare you off or “taint” you in some way. The main focus would definitely be on you and I could see him try to hide his own body for as long as possible. He would also rely heavily on his academic/clinical knowledge of your anatomy and what (he thinks) will bring you pleasure so you would possibly have to quite forcefully tell him if you wanted something more specific (read: kinky or just out of the norm).
With his physical disability, there’s definitely positions that would not be possible or at least painful for him to sustain for any period of time – which would only add to his apprehension and nervousness – and it would be up to you to reassure him that it’s not an issue. Thinking about it (which I definitely have) I don’t think missionary would be comfortable for him whereas you riding him would quickly become a favourite as it also has the added bonus of him getting to see you in all your glory.
Raymond Reddington
Even though Raymond flirts with just about anything and anyone and has a general love for beauty, luxury, and all things pleasurable, it would be a HUGE step for him to actually be with someone physically. Sure, there would be suggestive whispers in the backseat of the car, his voice barely more than a rumble in his chest, his hand gently creeping up your thigh or softly down your spine but actual sex? That could take a while. The emotional part of a relationship might come first, he’s fiercely protective and cares so deeply about most people he surrounds himself with that you could easily fall into a routine of being in a relationship but without some of the physical parts.
He would feel bad about it, though, like he’s stringing you along or holding you back. All these thoughts, though, he would keep to himself until one day he would whisk you away to some remote cabin or small apartment that he bought years ago using seven different aliases to keep it completely hidden.
Once there, though, he’s not holding back. He’s pulling orgasm after orgasm from you, whether it’s with his clever tongue, his thick fingers, or his glorious cock, from the moment you enter the premises. It’s not so much of a first time as it’s a first few days, as he takes you in every room and on every piece of furniture. Languid breaks in between rounds will be with him feeding you specially imported treats from all over the world – everything from caviar to indulgent cakes from small bakeries in countries you didn’t even know existed – or him cooking you simple but delicious meals.
In short, he will spoil you rotten and no type of pleasure is off the table.
Tywin Lannister
Sorry to say but the first time with Tywin would not be sexy (if we’re going with the common trope of reader being his wife). He wouldn’t force himself on you but would see this as a transaction and would expect you to have the same understanding; both of you need the marriage consummated and he needs (male) heirs. He would not be concerned with giving you pleasure but would make sure you’re not in undue pain and that the act was over as quickly as possible.
I think, though, that over the course of a marriage to him there would be many “firsts”: your first kiss (which would definitely not be on you wedding night), the first time he made you orgasm, the first time he spent the night in your bed instead of immediately returning to his own, etc. And all of those would be far more impactful than the first night.
Sorry all posts are cancelled bc I just had a thought™ and I need to share it or I’ll explode:
So, I was thinking about Tywin and how most fics I’ve read (/written) is about him having/getting a second wife (love the concept, the drama, should have happened bc that man actually does need heirs, everything checks out) BUT there has to be other ways to go about it. So that got me thinking about sex worker!reader/OC – which is probably just me being obsessed about the whole Shae thing – but then it hit me: a maid!
(things are getting steamy (yes that’s a pun) under the cut so minors do NOT click it!)
Picture this:
It’s immediately after the battle of Blackwater Bay, Tywin has burst into the throne room and declared that they’ve won and all that. He’s bloody, he’s dirty, he’s exhausted – both from battle and because he had to spent the day with Loras “bland-as-a-piece-of-toast” Tyrell – so he gets some quarters (maybe just commandeers the Tower of the Hand immediately or maybe somewhere else) and sends for a bath.
Enters: reader (or could be an OC but for the time being I’ll go with reader)
All the servants obviously knew that they were under siege and so when you get send up to the room of not only one of the most powerful men on the continent but also one who just liberated you from attackers, you’re a little nervous but very (very) grateful. When you enter with a few another maids, all carrying buckets hot water, he’s in the middle of getting undressed, a squire removing his armour. You steal glances at him as you draw his bath: he’s an older man, obviously, but there’s strength there and you can’t help but find him attractive.
He sinks gratefully (and gracefully) into the bath and sends the servants away but you managed to linger behind. You approach him, asking if he needs anything, a suggestive smile on your lips and a sway to your hips. He looks at you thoughtfully, a small smirk on his lips as he seems to get your meaning. You tell him how grateful you are, the whole city is grateful to him but you in particular.
You move right up to the big tub he’s sitting in and asks again if there’s something you can get for him, something you can do for him.
He leans back, gets comfortable, and asks you to show just how grateful you are.
So, you sit on the edge of the tub and let your hand slide down his chest before dipping into the water. He groans and lets his head fall back as you grasp his half-hard cock under the water, stroking him steadily and you watch in awe as he groans and melts under your touch. Your strokes turn a little harder, throwing in a twist of your wrist with every downstroke and you can see his strong hands gripping the side of the bathtub. One of you (probably yourself) opens your dress enough for him to see your breasts, gently swaying as you lean slightly over the tub and continues your strokes on his now very hard and slightly twitching cock. One of his hands closes around yours under the water, guiding you for a few more strokes before he cums, hips slightly raising and a sharp intake of breath through his nose is the only indicators of what just happened.
You slowly take your hand out of the water and dries in on your skirts before tying your dress back together. You softly bid him goodnight but just as you leave he calls out, telling you to bring him his breakfast in the morning, dryly remarking something about other ways you could further show your gratitude.
So a little housekeeping as this month draws to a close:
First of all, thank you so much to everybody who have followed, liked, reblogged, or otherwise interacted with any of my posts, I’m kissing both of your cheeks (with consent). It has been wild to go from a completely blank blog to posting a few stories and see all the follows, likes, and reblogs roll in just from people stumbling over my stuff in the tags.
Secondly, I have one Tywin prompt fill that I’m in the middle of (and is already way too long) and at least one (maybe two) for Zemo that I’ve planned out. Then I also have one that’s more of a list of headcanons for all the characters that I’ve written for so far. I don’t really know if I’ll finish the list of prompts as I have some other projects I would like to get started on but I guess I can always come back to it.
Lastly, I think going forward I would like to do more of a mix between short-form thoughts (thots if we’re being honest, lol) kinda posts and long-form actual story telling. But as always, the submission/ask box is open if anyone wants to submit something – random prompts, thoughts or even characters they would like to see (though I can’t guarantee that I will write them, just bc I’m really picky lol)
Summery: “That usually takes more than five minutes.” “We’ll be quick.”
AO3
“I have to go, sweetheart,” Aaron whispered as he broke away from your kiss though he kept his hands on your jaw, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.
“I know,” you whispered back with a nod but still moved back in for another kiss. “Just miss you.” You caught his lips in a bruising kiss and pressed your body firmly against his, needing to feel as much of him as possible.
This past week had been hell, for the both of you, really. It was one thing when he was away on a case: you knew what his job entailed when the two of you got together and more often than not he would call or text you during the day or at least before he went to bed at night. For the past week, however, he had been stuck in the office from early morning until late at night, reviewing old cases for some of higher-up bureaucrat. You hadn’t even heard him come home last night and this morning you only got to say goodbye to him because you forced yourself out of bed, almost two hours before you would normally get up, to go meet him by the front door.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I know I haven’t been home but I promise you, I’ll make it up to you as soon as this is all over.” He sounded about as tired as he looked, the circles under his eyes were darker than usual and there was a tenseness in his shoulders that never really left. You still thought he looked amazing, though, in his freshly pressed, dark suit and your favourite burgundy tie, his dark hair newly washed and he smelled of the cologne you had bought for him.
“I’m not mad, Aaron,” you cooed reassuringly and cupped his face as you looked into those beautiful dark chocolate eyes of his, “well, not at you at least.” You kissed the corner of his mouth, his cheek and up to whisper in his ear: “can I make you five minutes late for work, though?”
He laughed a little, shaking his head, and caught your mouth for another kiss, “oh? What did you have in mind?”
You deepened the kiss, slipping one hand into his thick hair and slowly moved back until your back hit the wall next to the front door. One of Aaron’s hand came up to rest against the wall next to your head, caging you in, while the other stayed, cradling your face. Your own hands trailed down his crisp white shirt, feeling his lean chest and that deliciously slightly soft tummy through it. Moving further down, you cupped him through his trousers and felt him already hard and straining against the fabric, as your tongue continued dance against his.
He groaned into your mouth and pressed you further against the wall. “That usually takes more than five minutes,” he said, his voice barely more than a rumble, and leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of your fingers running along his hardness.
“We’ll be quick,” you said with a breathless laugh and pressed your hand more firmly against him. “Please?”
“You know I can never say no to you,” he moan and moved down to nuzzle against your neck. His hand left your cheek and travelled down to cup your breast through the worn material of one of his old college shirts that you had stolen, massaging it before pinching your nipple hard, making you moan and grind your hips against his. Moving further down, he slipped his hand underneath the shirt and his long, thick fingers made direct contact with your already soaked core. “Naughty girl, did you forget something?” he groaned.
“Was hoping to be awake when you got home last night,” you explained with a moan as his fingers continued their exploration past your lips and found your constantly leaking entrance.
With trembling hands, you start working on opening his belt, pushing both his trousers and underwear down when you finally succeeded and Aaron lets the deepest moan when your hand make contact with his heavy cock. You gave it a few pumps, spreading the precum up his shaft.
“Need to feel you, sweetheart,” he groaned against your neck. His slightly damp fingers trailed down your thigh before he grabbed it and hoisted your leg up onto his hip. You lined him up with your entrance and both of you moaned in unison as he began to slowly push in, stretching your walls with every inch.
You let your head fall back against the wall with a slight thump and your hands came up to hold onto his shoulders for leverage, a constant string of mewls leaving you as he finally bottomed out and held still for a second, letting you get used to him. With a nod from you, however, he began to move, setting a near brutal rhythm of him pulling out almost completely before slamming back into you.
Every thrust from him pressed you back into the wall and you had to lock your arms around his neck to not lose your balance. You could feel his strong grip on your thigh and knew that there would be bruises there later, not that you minded. He felt so strong, so big, and ever-present as he hunched over you, one hand still firmly on the wall beside your head while the other seemed to almost pull you to him with every hard thrust. You could feel his hard breath against your neck with the occasional lick or open-mouthed kiss as he ground his hips into yours after an especially sharp thrust. You weren’t even sure there were words leaving your mouth, just a babbling mix of his name, please, and moans as he relentlessly fucked you into the wall.
He started pick up speed and changed the angle of his thrusts just enough to find that perfect spot inside of you that had you seeing stars and make your leg start to wobble, threatening to give out under you.
He moved his head up, brushing his nose against your, and made you look deep into his eyes. “I need you to touch yourself, beautiful; can you do that for me?” He was panting at this point and you knew he was holding back, waiting for you to come first. You were so close yourself, your whole body felt like it was on fire and there was no thought left in your head, except Aaron and the feeling of him all around you, inside of you, and the constant press of his hard body against yours.
You nodded, mostly out of reflex, and slipped your hand down your body to where you and Aaron met. You could feel yourself stretched out around him, his thick member continually thrusting into you, as your fingers gathered some of your own fluids before easily finding your clit and rubbing it furiously.
It took mere seconds for you to careen over the edge and a high keen left your mouth as you clamped down on him. He fucked you through your orgasm, though his thrusts became more and more uncoordinated until he slammed into you one last time, holding you close to him as he emptied out inside of you with a deep groan.
He slumped against you, the both of you only staying upright by leaning heavily on the wall. Slowly he brought your leg down and you felt his warm hand massage your cramped muscles.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his heavy breathing fanning your face as he leaned his forehead against yours. “That got a little… heated.”
You sighed happily, still trying to get you own breathing under control, and brought a weak hand up to stroke his cheek. “Mmm, that was perfect.” You leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips, watching as his face lit up in with smile and some of the worry left his shoulders. “Just what I needed,” you laughed breathlessly as you slumped back against the wall.
You saw him look away from you and followed his gaze to the arm still on the wall beside your head. “Seven minutes, definitely going to be late now,” he said, his voice sounded serious but you saw the humour in his eyes and the slight twitch of his lip.
A full laugh bubbled out of you: he was checking the time! Still laughing, you lightly pushed his shoulder, “nah, you always leave ten minutes early; you’ll just be on time today.”
Warnings: thigh riding, oral sex (f receiving), masturbation (male)
Length: ~2.100 words
Summery: Zemo offering you the best seat in the house
Notes: I think we can all agree that immediate post-prison Zemo would be an absolute feral, touch-starved mess once you managed to break through his walls. Also, I think that I got the years right on how long he had been in prison but honestly the Marvel timeline is so hand wavy that idk.
Also (also) we, as a fandom, talked way too much about that coat (which is distractingly amazing) and not nearly enough about that belt buckle (which have me on my knees).
AO3
“Zemo,” you moaned against his mouth, your hands clutching at the soft collar of his ridiculous coat. He had you trapped between his own strong body and the kitchen counter in the safe house, one hand in your hair while the other was harshly grasping at your hip.
“My name, drága,” he rasped as he caught your lips in another hungry kiss, “say it!”
“Helmut,” you all but whimpered, his harsh tone mixed with the feeling of his soft lips on yours were starting to scramble your thoughts. You felt your reward in the form of his thigh slide in between your own legs, making you moan again.
He’d had his hands on you for barely five minutes and yet as you rubbed yourself against his thigh, you could feel how ruined your underwear were. It was unfair, really, how wet he could make you with just a smug look, standing there in his stupid coat and oversized belt buckle.
You had to break the kiss to catch your breath though you felt his lips go straight to your neck, seemingly unwilling to break contact with your skin for long.
“Take off that ridiculous coat,” you whispered, trying desperately to claw back a little bit of dignity as he started moving his leg in-between yours.
He gave a small laugh against the column of your neck, still intent on leaving a mix of open-mouthed kisses and small bites to the delicate skin there. “If it is so ridiculous, why have you not been able to keep your eyes off of it since we met, hmm?” He raised his head to look you in the eyes, his head tilting as he took in your flushed face and hard breathing. Not that he looked any more unaffected: his pale cheeks had gained a rosy flush, his lips were swollen and his already dark eyes looked almost black. He gave a small nod and kept his eyes on yours as he slid the coat of his shoulders, folded it once and placed it neatly on the table next to you. His hands stayed on the counter top on either side of your body, caging you in but letting you take the next step, his eyes never leaving your face.
You gave him a small, reassuring smile and reached up to let your fingertips slide over his jaw. His eyes had remained as hungry as ever but you sensed trepidation in them too, though you were unsure why he would suddenly be so nervous.
“Much better,” you practically purred as your hands now had free rein to explore the full expanse of his upper body. You ran them down his neck, feeling his quick pulse under your fingertips; out over his strong shoulders and down his pecs, feeling soft fabric of his no doubt expensive sweater.
By the time you had worked your way down to his stomach, he seemed to have lost patience and surged forwards to catch your mouth in another one of his hungry kisses, both of his hands coming up to cradle your head. You could feel the muscles in his stomach clenching and unclenching under your hands and for a moment nothing else existed but the feeling of his soft, cherry-blossom flavoured lips and the crisp smell of his aftershave.
Your reverie was broken, however, as he moved his leg, still trapped between yours, more insistently against your core, making you moan into the kiss. Having had enough of this foreplay and desperately needing to actually feel him, you moved your hands further down, fumbling a bit as you tried to blindly open his belt.
“Ah ah, drága.” Rarely had anyone moved as fast as he had caught both of your wrist in his hands, holding further up his chest as the two of you stared at each other, heavy breaths mixing in the quiet apartment.
“What’s wrong?” you asked and your brow furrowed when you noticed the almost embarrassed look in his eyes.
“I’ve been in a jail cell for seven years with a camera following my every move. If you continue, it is going to be a very short night for both of us, I’m afraid.” He didn’t sound angry, per se, but there was a certain coldness in his voice, though you suspected it was mostly to cover up his embarrassment.
“You know we don’t have to-”
He silenced you by pressing his thumb to your mouth, his hand cradling your jaw. “Unless you tell me to stop, I am not resting until I have had you screaming my name.” He emphasised his point by pressing his thigh more firmly against your core, making you moan as he caught your clit perfectly. “Come, my dear, I know just what to do with you.” His smug smile and the playful glint in his eyes were back as he led you away from the kitchen and over towards the large couch in the middle of the room.
His lips returned to the side of your neck while his long slender fingers massaged your hips as he held you firmly against him. You could feel his hard member strain against his pants though you knew better than to reach for it, however much you longed to do so.
“Will you let me taste you?” he asked as he trailed his lips up the side of your cheek before catching the lobe of your ear gently between his teeth.
You nodded weakly, your head swimming at the thought of him between your thighs, and you let out a small whimper.
“Need to hear your pretty voice, drága,” he rasped against your ear.
“Yes! Please, Helmut, anything; you can do anything,” you babbled and your head tipped back as his clever tongue found the soft spot below your ear.
“Having you come on my tongue shall suffice; for now, at least.” He sounded almost matter-of-factly although as he pinched your chin and brought your face back down to look him in the eyes, you saw humour dancing in there too. “Now, take off your clothes, all of it, and come sit on my face.”
Your hands were already grasping at your own clothes before his words became clear in your mind. “Wait, sit on…?”
“My face, yes.” He rather cavalierly laid himself down on the couch and patted his chest, indicating your seat.
“Someone could see,” you said hesitantly and shot a look at the front door, mere metres from the both of you. You weren’t expecting Sam and Bucky back for hours but with the amount of uninvited guests you had already had… well you never knew.
“Then they will see the most beautiful woman in the world, taking her due pleasure,” he shrugged his shoulders but still shot you a reassuring look when you continued to hesitate. “No one will come, drága.”
“You’re insane,” you laughed though you went back to shedding your clothes, leaving it in a pile on the floor. You shivered as the cold air hit your skin and felt your nipples pebble. You wanted to cover yourself up but when you saw the look in Zemo’s eyes, you instead walked over proudly and stood in front of him. He looked starved and in a sense you guessed he was – seven years was a hell of a long time without any physical contact, from himself or others.
“Magnificent,” he breathed as he guided your legs to sit on either side of his shoulders, your hips hovering over his chin. He kissed the up the insides of each of your thighs as his hands slowly guided your hips down to sit where he wanted you to.
At the first contact of his tongue with your lips, you almost sat up again, the intensity of the pleasure that shot through you almost making you want to retreat. His hands, however, had stayed on your hips, both to hold you down and to rub reassuring circles against your skin.
You almost felt more than heard him moan against you, the vibrations in turn making you moan. “So sweet, like the freshest summer fruit; and so wet you could drown in it.” He all but growled that last part and one his hands left your hip to come down between your legs, moving your lips to either side, exposing you fully to him. He licked a hard line from your entrance to you clit and your hand flew from the armrest of the couch to bury itself in his hair, feeling his silky strands slide between your fingers. He swirled his tongue around your clit, once, twice, and you couldn’t help bucking your hips against his face and your hand tightened in his hair. A steady stream of moans and mewls fell from your lips and was soon joined by his own deep moans, as he felt you starting to take your pleasure from him.
He gave your clit a flick before moving his tongue back to circle your entrance, earning himself a broken moan of his name from you. You curled in on yourself to look down at him, immediately finding his eyes already upon you, and he held your gaze as his tongue penetrated you, moving insistently against your tight walls. With a long moan, you had to break eye contact, already you could feel pleasure rolling through you, gathering in the pit of your stomach.
He found his pace, going between circling your entrance and broadening his tongue as he licked against your walls with the occasional bump of his nose up against your clit, which had you seeing stars every time. You hadn’t realized he had removed his hand between your legs until you felt it slide up your ribcage and close around one of your previously neglected breasts. He rolled your nipple between his fingers, pinching it, and you felt yourself clench around his thick tongue.
“S-so close,” you mewled, struggling to find your words. “Need you; Helmut, please, come with me. Want you, ah-,” you had to swallow hard as his hand found your other breast, tugging harshly at your nipple. “Want us to come together.” Though your eyes felt heavy, they still managed to find his and he gave a small nod. The last hand on your hips left and you heard the tell-tale sound of his heavy belt buckle opening.
You desperately wanted to see him, to feel him in your hand, inside of you, but judging by the deep moan he let out against your core as his hand presumable made contact with his own hard member, that would have to wait.
“Come for me, then,” his breathing was hard and his words sounded muffled, as he seemed unwilling to move too far away from you. “Let me hear you scream.” His tongue made one final swirl around your entrance before he closed his lips around your clit, sucking hard at the same time as his hand tweaked your nipple.
It had the desired effect, as you vision whitened and you bowed over almost completely, the sound that left your throat more of a shriek than his name as your climax ran through your body like wildfire. If you had been able to look behind you, you would have seen his own hips arch off the seat as he came in his hand, cum spilling out onto his dark pants. Instead all you felt was the vibrations from his groan against your still clenching cunt, threatening to send you head first into another orgasm.
You whimpered, feeling slightly overstimulated, and slid off of his face and down to lie on his still rapidly rising and falling chest.
“We need to get you a bath,” you breathlessly laughed as you took in his beautiful face, currently smeared with your slick.
“In a moment,” he agreed, his eyes still closed as he tried to get his breathing back to normal. “I also do not think that counted as you screaming my name; don’t worry, though, we will simply have to try again.”
You looked up to see a cheeky smile spreading on his face though his eyes remain closed, evidently still luxuriating in the feelings coursing through him. You groaned and let your head fall back down onto his chest, the muscles in your thighs still twitching from overexertion.
Summery: A bored Tywin is a dangerous thing, especially at a garden party
Notes: okay but hear me out: if that man ever found out you were actually attracted to him, you would never hear the end of it. And as someone who values his own mind as much as he does, he would be insufferable if he found out that his words were enough to drive you over the edge. (yes I have given this too much thought)
AO3
“How do you think all these lords and ladies would react if they knew I had you screaming my name in pleasure last night?” Your lord husband’s voice was barely more than a rumble in your ear and yet he had you furiously looking around, making sure no one could neither hear him nor notice the deep blush that stained your cheeks.
You knew it had been a mistake the moment the words had left your mouth and now, still a week later, he continued to torment you. It had been in the heat of the moment – or rather the throes of passion – when he had commented how good your body squeezed around him and you had mindlessly moaned and pleaded him to keep talking to you.
His movements had slowed and he bent down so he could talk directly in your ear, “I’m going to fill you with my seed until you can’t walk and keep you in my bed as you swell, carrying my son in your belly.” You had already been close to your climax but hearing his deep voice so close and the images they conjured up, had sent you head first into one of the strongest orgasms you had experienced. You had clawed at his chest, your back arched and your cunt had clamped down on him so hard he had no choice but to follow you, spilling his seed deep inside of you.
“Well, that’s certainly information worthy of keeping in mind,” he had said, slightly out of breath but with a dangerous glint in his eyes.
He had wandered away from you, allowing some lesser noble to talk his ear off about this or that trading deal, and you attempted to draw your focus away from the strong back of your husband and onto the party going on around you. It was a beautiful day and the gardens of King’s Landing was filled with noble men and women from all over the continent – and probably beyond. You had to hand it to the Tyrell’s: they knew how to throw a lavish but tasteful party.
You passed a group of minstrels gently plucking at their instruments as you made your way to a table ladled with all manner of sliced fruit, presented in artistic swirls according to their colour. A young man – you assumed from one of the southern houses, based on the cut of his tunic – greeted you with a smile and offered you one of the small silver plates from the table. You thanked him and started to make your selection, commenting on the favourable weather as you scooped up a few pieces of what you assumed to be some kind of melon.
You looked up and saw the young man about to speak when something over your shoulder made his eyes widen and he hastily made his excuses. You were about to turn around when the unmistakable arm of your husband reached around you, plucking a piece of fruit from your plate.
“Still not as sweet as when I have you sit on my face.” He said it like he was commenting on the weather, his face betraying nothing safe for the slight smirk when he saw the blush return to your cheeks.
“Tywin, please, not here; people will hear,” you whispered hurriedly and once again checked your surroundings.
Beside you Tywin merely scoffed and moved around you, stealing another piece from your plate. “No one listens to anything anybody else have to say at things like these. All of them,” he nodded discreetly at the nobles milling around you, “are mere peacocks, prancing in the garden.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at his grumblings. “Not enjoying the party, my lord?”
“No,” he answered firmly, rounding you completely and looked you dead in the eyes. “There are about a hundred letters on my desk that need answering and about a hundred more that needs to be drawn up.” He moved closer to you and for the first time you saw him actually make sure you were alone before he ducked down to whisper in your ear: “I would rather be at my desk – or better yet, have you on my desk – than spend another minute in the company of these insipid fools.”
You were sure your face was about as red as your husband’s coat of arms and yet you couldn’t help but reach up and discreetly play with one of the many buttons lining his expensive coat. Your eyes swept over the crowd behind him, all of them laughing, some even dancing despite the early hour, and none of them seem to pay any attention to the two of you. Finally your gaze met his and with small smile you said, “better take me home then, husband.”
Summery: a tired Raymond wakes you up in middle of the night
Notes: I know this is short and really late but in my defence I’ve had a fever for the past two days and is currently blowing my nose every 5mins so honestly I think we should all be grateful that anything even remotely coherent made it to paper.
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It was still dark when you woke up – you weren’t sure if it was early morning or late at night. You rolled over, about to go back to sleep when you heard a noise from somewhere in the apartment. You almost reached for the gun hidden below the night stand but then you recognized the footsteps. They sounded heavy, tired, but you would recognize him everywhere. You smiled and snuggled back under the covers, he would join you soon enough.
Sure enough, you heard the bedroom door open and Raymond’s soft steps as he entered the room. You heard the soft swish as he took off his jacket, the soft click of his shoulder holster as he placed it on the dresser – layers after layers you heard him take off, carefully fold and place on the bench at the foot of your bed. You felt the mattress dip as he slid in behind you and planted a kiss on your shoulder.
“Raymond,” you whispered as he ran his nose across your shoulder blades.
“Shh, go back to sleep,” his voice was barely more than rumble against your skin.
“Is everybody okay?” you asked that every time he had been away without you and his answer was usually somewhere along the same lines.
You felt him nod behind you, “everybody is home and safe.” He kept his voice low and ran his soft lips across your shoulders. You could practically feel the exhaustion roll off of him and yet he didn’t seem to be able to stop kissing your sleep-warmed skin.
He ran his nose up your neck, planting a soft kiss to your hairline before burying his face in your hair and you could feel him take a deep breath, inhaling your scent.
He groaned softly and moved even closer, your bodies now completely flush under the covers, and placed a warm hand on your hip. “Can I...?”
“Always,” you breathed with a smile and moved your leg up and back to lie on top of his. It was another one of your little rituals, especially when he came home like this: too exhausted but unwilling to be apart from you.
His hand on your hip moved up under your long night shirt – technically one of his that you had borrowed – and found the waistband of your underwear, dragging it down your legs. He grabbed your leg, hiking it further up his and opened you up to give him better access to your leaking core – making both of you groan as his fingertips brushed against you.
You felt him reach behind you and then the blunt head of his already half-hard member as he ran it through your nether lips, catching the liquid that had already gathered there. He then sank into you, slowly, both of you savouring the feeling of simply being connected in such an intimate way.
His nose returned to the shell of your ear and you heard him give a sigh as he finally bottomed out and came to a stop, his fat cock nestled deep within you.
Your own body felt heavy, both with the exquisite, pleasurable stretch of having him inside you and the simple fatigue after having been woken up in the middle of the night.
“Go back to sleep,” he repeated in your ear as he placed your leg back down against the mattress and made sure you were both covered by the duvet.
“You too,” you whispered into the darkness.
You knew you would feel it in the morning, you always did when you had spend a night with him buried inside of you, but you knew it was worth it when you heard his breathing even out before going heavy as he drifted off to sleep; both of you feeling happy and safe, tangled up in one another.
Notes: See? A bed, just two people having sex and not a table in sight, I knew I could do it, lol. On a serious note, I’m currently house/cat-sitting and they’re driving me insane so entries will probably come a little slower than before but we persevere.
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A small beam of summer sun had managed to find its way through the heavy curtains of Laszlo and yours shared bedroom, waking you up slowly despite the silence of the early morning. You rolled over languidly and was met with the sight of your husband’s soft back and shoulders, still rising and falling gently as he slept.
For a few minutes you simply lay there, basking in the warmth of your bed and the gentle sound of Laszlo’s breathing. Then temptation won out in your mind and you risked waking him up to snuggle up against his back, breathing in the smell of his skin and hair. You thought you might never tire of this, the feel of his skin against your lips as you gently kissed along his shoulders, the scent so uniquely him that you would recognize it anywhere – a mixture of the oil he favoured for his beard and hair, old books and just simply him.
You felt him wake up as you continued your gentle exploration of his shoulders and back and he groaned in what could be only be described as contentment.
“Morgen,” he said lowly, his voice still gravely with sleep.
“I’m sorry I woke you,” you whispered with a gentle laugh and planted a kiss on his arm, “you just looked too tempting,”
He let out another rumble and turned to lie on his back, giving you the opportunity to continue your trail of kisses along his chest. You slowly wound your way along his collarbone and up his neck before stopping just shy of his lips. Your eyes met his for the first time of the day and you hoped his always piercing gaze could see your love and affection for him; though you suspected desire was dancing in there too.
He smiled up at you, brushed a lock of hair out of your face and gently cupped your face, running his thumb over your soft lower lip. Always so soft, your Laszlo; always so afraid to hurt you, one way or another. He drew in a sharp breath as you kissed the slightly rough pad of his finger and you gave it a few small licks to see if you could replicate the response. Instead he groaned as he pulled your face to his, easily capturing your lips and taking your breath away.
While his hand had stayed on your jaw, yours wouldn’t stay still and you stroked up and down his chest, running your fingers through his sparse chest hair and lightly brushing over his nipple. He broke the kiss to let out another deep groan and then another sharp breath through his nose when you brushed passed it again. He was never more beautiful than this: his lips red and slightly swollen, his cheeks flushed and his already dark eyes looking like the very void.
You sighed his name against his lips as you leaned back down to kiss him again, running your tongue along his lip, begging for entry. He granted it, of course, running his tongue against yours as his hand found its way into your still sleep-rumpled hair.
As the kiss continued you leaned further over him until you had to put your hand down beside his head to keep yourself up. You broke the kiss with a breathless laugh and looked him deep in the eyes as you swung one leg over his waist and made yourself comfortable in his lap.
Except from the thin blanket that covered his legs, the both of you were still naked from the previous night’s activities and, as you sat up, you could practically feel his eyes roaming your bare breasts. He didn’t seem to be able to stop himself reaching up and cupping one, massaging it gently before flicking his thumb over your nipple.
You whined softly and ground your hips against his soft stomach, feeling the slightly coarse hair that trailed below his navel against your nether lips.
His other hand, which had previously been lying uselessly against his side, came up and gently squeezed your thigh, encouraging you to keep up your motions against him. Between that, Laszlo’s good hand continuously going between massaging your breast and pinching your nipple and the heated expression on his face, you could feel your wetness starting leak down your thighs and pool on his abdomen.
“Laszlo,” you whimpered as you angled your hips slightly to rub your clit more directly against him.
“I am here, my love,” he whispered, his breathing just as heavy as your own.
With one hand on his chest to support you, you reached around to find his manhood already lying heavy against his leg, precum leaking into the sheets beneath him. The both of you moaned in unison as your hand closed around him, giving him a few pumps and you revelled in the feeling of his silky hardness against your hand.
You rose up on your knees to slide back slightly, manoeuvring his hardness in between you legs and rubbed your wetness against him, soaking him in seconds. He gave another throaty moan and you whimpered again at the combination of the sound and feeling of him.
His hand switched to your other breast and with a particular hard tug against your nipple, your body acted on its own accord and you sank down on him, your walls stretching as you bottomed out all at once. Something between a moan and a shriek ripped itself from your throat and mingled with his own sounds. You had to hold still for a moment, the feeling of his thick member inside of you threatening to overwhelm you.
“So good; always so good,” you babbled as you leaned down to kiss him again, locking your lips as you began to move against him, each of you swallowing the other’s noises as pleasure rippled through you both. You rose up on your knees only to slam your hips down, again and again, enjoying the stretch of him inside you and the feeling your nipples brushing against his chest with every bounce.
You could feel his weak hand twitching against your thigh while the other came up to once again tangle in your hair and you decided to mirror him, tangling your own fingers with his against your leg while the other went to his jaw.
“Laszlo, please,” you whimpered against his lips as you felt you thrusts starting to falter and become uncoordinated. “I can’t,” another whimper escaped you and words became harder as you mind clouded over.
You felt him move his legs slightly and then angle his hips before starting to thrust up, immediately hitting the spot inside you that made you see stars. Both your arm and legs shook and threatened to give out as he continued his heavy thrusts and your throat felt sore as deep moans continuously fell from your lips.
“So close, please, my love,” the words fell from your lips without you even being fully aware of them and you started to pepper his chest with small kisses and licks, the need to feel him all around you was the last and only thought in your mind.
“Come for me, my heart; just let go,” he whispered almost pleadingly against your hair, his breathing coming out in hard puffs as he tried to hold back his own climax. He slipped his hand down between your legs, finding your clit immediately. You would never be able to replicate the feeling of Laszlo’s slender fingers against your most intimate parts and he did not disappoint now, as with only a few flicks and an especially deep thrust he made you climax so hard you thought you might pass out.
You felt your whole body tighten as waves upon waves of pleasure rolled through you; a scream forever lost in your throat as seemingly no air could escape you. Then you felt it, the warm feeling of Laszlo’s seed filling you as he arched up beneath you, finding his own climax. Your limbs finally gave out and you collapsed against his sweaty, still heaving chest.
Silence once again filled your bedroom as the two of you came down from your high, your breathing slowly returning to normal. You rolled off of him after only a moment to lay beside him instead – the exertion coupled with the quickly rising summer sun had made his skin too hot to bear for long.
You opened your mouth, about to ask for the time, when you heard the distant sounds of your maid roaming around the house and blushed at the thought of her hearing what had transpired mere minutes ago.
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/reader, gender-neutral reader (mentions of having hair but that’s it)
Rating: E (minors DNI)
Warnings: oral sex (male receiving), hair pulling (slightly), office sex
Length: ~1.500 words
Summery: Sometimes your man just deserves the sloppiest head you can muster
Notes: is this how blow jobs work? Idk I’m just an asexual out here winging it. Also I promise the next one is just going to be people having sex in a bed (at least it wasn’t on a table this time).
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“Aaron? What are you still doing here?”
The warm, though now rather tired-looking, eyes of your boyfriend met yours. He looked exhausted and your heart twinged as you thought about how long he had been sitting there, behind his desk, in his dark office surrounded by mountains of papers.
“I have to look over everybody’s reports before this case goes to trial on Monday.” He threw his pen on the table and rubbed his tired eyes as you made your way over to his desk, stepping behind him to rub his stiff shoulders. “That, and JJ is still on holiday for another three days so I had to sort through the stack police reports that came in this morning.” He let out a sigh as your warm hands moved up along his neck, your fingertips brushing against his hair before making small circles behind his ears. “Hmm, feels nice.”
You were glad he couldn’t see the blush that blossomed on your cheeks just at the sound of his usually deep voice going even deeper, as contentment – and possibly exhaustion – moved through him.
“Sounds like my man is once again doing everybody else’s jobs.”
“Hmm,” he mumbled, getting lost in the feeling of your warm hands on his stiff neck.
“Does that mean I can’t tempt you to come home with me?” You whispered into his skin before starting to leave small kisses from one ear to the other.
He groaned at the feeling on your lips on him. “Sorry, sweetheart, there’s just too much I need to finish.”
“You need to sleep sometime,” you noted as you continued to kiss along the collar of his shirt.
“I’ll have a few hours on the couch, I promise.”
“Fine,” you grumbled, though you couldn’t help leaving a few nibbles along his hairline before you moved to stand beside him. “Can you at least take a small break and kiss me?”
“Always,” he said with a small chuckle as he moved his chair around to face you, knowing how much you loved sitting in his lap.
“Missed you,” you sighed as you straddled his legs and immediately started kissing a line along his jaw, on your way to his mouth. “Always misses you,” you whispered as you caught his lips, going straight for a deep kiss.
He groaned, possibly at your words, possibly at the fervour of your kiss and the feeling of your hands roaming freely over his chest.
You had to break the kiss to catch your breath and let out a moan as you felt his big hands grab hold of your hips, pinning you down against him.
“I have to take better care of you, if this is how you behave after being apart for less than a day,” he whispered against your lips, leaving small kisses against the corner of your mouth.
“Maybe you should,” you moaned and couldn’t help grinding slightly against him. The truth were that you always needed him, that even the slightest thought of him or the smallest whiff of his cologne sent your thoughts into overdrive and filled your body with desire. “But right now I would rather take care of you.”
You leaned back and tried to move off of him but his hands stayed firm on your hips.
“Not here, sweetheart, someone could walk in.” He tried to catch you mouth again, attempting to draw you back to him.
“No one is going to come, Aaron, everybody went home hours ago. Relax and let me do this,” you whispered in what you hoped was a soothing manner and stroked his hands, hoping he would release you.
He held your gaze for a moment before looking over, first at the closed door and then the dark office space outside his window. He then gave a small nod and let go of your hips, letting his head fall back against his chair.
You couldn’t help planting a quick kiss on the underside of his chin before sliding off his lap and kneeling on the floor between his legs. You knew he didn’t like breaking the rules, especially at work, but you also knew that he needed this, needed to relax, even for just a moment. It was just an added bonus that you really loved going down on him.
Starting from his knee, you planted open-mouthed kisses along his thigh though as you got closer and closer to his groin you added a bit more teeth, making him groan and raise his hips slightly. You moved on to his belt and you swore the clink of it opening had left a Pavlovian response in your brain, as you felt your mouth water and your mind fog over with lust.
“You know you don’t have to,” he said, trying to dissuade you once again even as his voice got deeper and his breathing heavier.
“Want to,” was your only reply as finally got his pants open enough to pull out his already half hard member. As always when you were in this position, you marvelled at the size of him, not overly long but so thick you could barely close your hand around him.
You gave it a few pumps and felt him stiffen in your hand before taking him as far into your mouth as you could without chocking. He drew a sharp breath and you felt his hand move to your hair, not steering your head but simply holding. You bobbed your head a few times, taking him deeper and deeper and felt his hand starting to rhythmically clench in your hair.
On the next downturn, you stopped halfway and let saliva fill your mouth as your tongue found that special spot under his head. His reaction was immediate as he let out a deep moan and his hand grabbed your hair even tighter. You felt his thigh spasming against your hand as he resisted bucking his hips and you gave it a few reassuring squeezes as you went back to bobbing your head, this time hollowing your cheeks, adding even more suction.
“So good, sweetheart. So close,” he moaned in between heavy breaths as you continued to take him as far as you could.
You slipped one hand under his shirt, running your fingers through the short hairs below his navel and felt his stomach clenching as he neared his climax. The other hand went to his groin, gently cupping his heavy balls before squeezing them gently in time with the movement of your mouth on his shaft.
He let out another deep moan and tried to pull you off of him, clearly about to cum but you weren’t leaving – not now. Instead you laid your hand flat against his abdomen and pushed him slightly back, hoping to get your point across.
“Fuck,” he groaned and this time he couldn’t stop his hips from moving as the hand in your hair held your head still and he filled your mouth with his cum.
You moaned and the vibrations made him let out a shaky breath and he pulled you off of him, the sensations becoming too much. You leaned your head against his knee and caught your breath, the salty taste of his spent still dancing on your tongue – how were you going to leave him now, when he looked so deliciously fucked out and all you wanted to do was to devour him all over again. Plus you weren’t entirely sure your legs were working.
“Still can’t tempt you to come home with me?” you laughed breathlessly and nuzzled against his leg.
He groaned, still trying to get his breathing under control. “You know I can’t, however much I would love to.” He stroked your hair, trying to get it back to how it had been before.
You nodded and flashed him a smile, you were teasing him but you also knew how serious he took his job and would never stand in the way of that.
“I guess I’ll just go home and take care of myself then,” you said with a laugh as you got up and tried not to wobble on your stiff knees.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he groaned as he got up too, fixing his clothes before walking you to his door.
You both turned to each other as you got there and his hand came back to stroke your hair. He simply looked at you for a moment and then drew you in for a kiss so soft it took your breath away all over again.
As you broke apart, you squeezed his hand, flashed him a brilliant smile and walked to the elevator before either of you could come up with more excuses for you to stay.
Warnings: fingering, semi-public sex, interrupted sex
Length: 1.100 words
Summery: Perhaps the library of the Kreizler Institute is not the best place for an exploration of the female g-spot
Notes: Second entry in my kinktober and I’ve tried my hand at writing in 2nd person (which I actually like a lot for blank-slate characters). Feel free to tell me what you think and which you prefer
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You weren’t quite sure how a discussion on female anatomy had lead to this moment but here you sat, on the large table in the library of the Kreizler Institute, with the famed doctor’s good hand between your legs.
You had been dancing around each other for months – a furtive look here, a flirtatious remark full of double meaning there – as you assisted the doctor in his investigations, working side-by-side with himself, John Moore and Sara Howard.
“Laszlo,” you cried out against the collar of his expensive white shirt as he added another slender finger inside you, stretching your walls while your body still longed for more.
“Relax into it,” he instructed gently and you could tell he was still trying to tell himself this was for educational purposes, though his flushed cheeks and hard breathing rather betrayed his feelings on the situation.
You nodded absent-mindedly as you buried your face in his neck, inhaling the softly spiced scent of whatever oil he used on his beard. For a moment you could focus solely on the feeling of his fingers pumping slowly in and out of you, his soft beard against your cheek and his clothed chest so impossibly close to your own, it felt like your corset had been laced too tightly. Then he crooked his fingers ever so slightly and angled his thrust more outwards and your mind blanked as whatever spot he hit caused white hot pleasure to shoot through you like lightning.
A voice in the back of your mind reminded you that there were still others walking about the building and you quickly bit down on his lapel, lest you let out the embarrassingly loud moan that was currently lodged in your throat. A low whimper still managed to escape you as you curled further into his chest, your hands moving from where they had sat on his shoulders since this whole thing began to the inside of his jacket, stroking up and down his sides and back, as the need to feel him ran through your pleasure-addled mind.
“Do you feel the difference?” he asked softly against your temple and you barely had the wherewithal to nod as he continued his ministrations against that special spot inside of you.
You felt his nose bury into your hair, his breathing filling your ear, and the thought that despite your compromising position he had yet to kiss you filled your mind as his ministrations continued between your thighs. You weren’t sure if he would welcome such an advance from you; despite your current situation, the two of you were not courting and you were unsure of your current activities were fuelled by romantic attraction or simply lust. Well, from his side anyway, you knew your feelings however hard you had tried to bury them; you had felt an attraction to him from the moment you had met. You had to at least try.
“Laszlo,” you stuttered out again as you moved to nuzzle against his beard before moving further up. You kissed the corner of his mouth before making eye contact, desperately trying to gauge his response.
His normally dark chocolate eyes were now almost completely black, his pupils were blown wide, and a faint blush filled his cheeks as he looked down at you, taking in your probably just as flushed face.
The two of you locked eyes for what seems an eternity though it could have been no more than mere seconds and you swore you could see the internal debate raging inside his mind. Then he surged forward, catching your lips between his own and swallowing the moan that fell from your lips. The urgency of his kiss took you by surprise and it was all you could do to follow along as he ran his soft lips along your own before slipping his tongue inside your mouth, all the while his fingers seemed to have slipped even further inside you. You felt both overwhelmed and on the cusp of exploding as you slipped one hand into his hair, ruffling its previously neat appearance, and leaned further into the kiss, needing him even closer. Pleasure rolled through you, as you felt like you were both on fire and drowning at the same time. Laszlo’s presence seemed all around you, inside of you, as his fingers picked up speed, his lips never leaving yours and even his weaker hand gently squeezing you leg.
“Doctor Kreizler, I found…”
“OUT!” Laszlo’s voice rang out loudly in the previous silent library and you heard the door behind you slam shut – and realised that you had failed to hear it open in the first place, too wrapped up in your own pleasure.
Both of you stilled and he withdrew his hand rather forlornly, finding a handkerchief to wipe his fingers on. His methodical movements and refusal to meet you eyes made you curl in on yourself and you wondered what he was thinking: did he hate you for having put him this position? His reputation was already precarious and rumours of him seducing women and taking advantage of them within the Institute could only do more harm.
Your thoughts seemed to spiral and you didn’t even notice when he turned back to you, regarding you nervously.
“They did not see anything.” His quiet voice made you look up and you seemed to once again get lost in his soft, comforting eyes.
“Of course.” Your voice sounded hoarse and you had to break eye contact when you felt hot tears well up.
With still trembling hands, you fixed the skirt of your dress and made to move off of the table when he spoke again: “Maybe you would like to accompany me to the opera tonight?” Your head snapped up at his hesitant tone. “John will be there too. Although he usually gets bored partway through.” You had rarely seen the doctor look unsure of himself and he quickly looked away and started organising a stack of books that had sat on the table beside you.
“I. I would love that,” you managed, your voice still sounded strange to your own ears but you felt a smile break out on you face.
He nodded and flashed you a small smile of his own before going back to his books. “It’s settled then. I will have a carriage sent for tonight.”
“Until tonight then,” you said, unable to stop the smile from growing and you quickly made your discreet exit from the library and soon found yourself on the bustling streets of New York. Perhaps this hadn’t been a totally failed experiment.
Pairing: Tywin Lannister/original female character
Rating: E (Minors DNI!)
Warnings: food play, unprotected sex, dom!Tywin, younger but adult wife (which does need to be spelled out when talking about GOT lol)
Length: ~3.000 words
Summery: Birthday sex with Tywin (what more could you want?)
Notes: I tried to keep the female character as vague as possible but she is an established OC of mine that will definitely be used again later. This is the first piece I’ve written in a long time and it got a little away from me (and ended up more from Tywin perspective but what can you do).
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“You may serve the dessert and then retire for the night.”
Her soft voice rang out in the quiet dining room in the tower of the hand, as the servants cleared the remnants of their dinner from the table.
Tywin raised an eyebrow at his wife’s quiet order and once again wondered what she was planning. He thought to the pile of letters and reports still lying on his desk in the office below them and how he really didn’t have time for this five course meal his wife had laid out and rather pointedly invited him to.
As the last servants left the room, his wife moved from her seat at the far end of the table and began plating a healthy helping of what he now noticed as a sticky plumb pudding with a side of wiped cream; another of his favourite. For the fifth time that night he narrowed his eyes and once again wondered what she was up to, clearly planning something.
“So,” she said softly as she placed the plate in front of him and stayed by his side, “I found out that today is my lord husband’s nameday.”
Ah, there it was, he thought with a small smirk. “I think we can both agree that I’m rather too old to be concerned with such things as namedays.”
“Well, maybe I’m not,” she said with a laugh and leaning further on the arm of his chair, now almost sitting on it. “And I’ve been wondering all week: what should your gift be?”
“Have you now?” He pointedly wasn’t looking at her but rather the dessert in front of him, it really wouldn’t do to further reward her antics.
“I thought maybe a new doublet or a jacket but then my husband is always so smartly dressed.” Her soft, small hand went to his collar for but a second, touching the fine material of his shirt. “Maybe I should have a sword smithed or a piece of armour? But then again, maybe this world could do without more of those.” She lightly touched his hand, still strong after a lifetime of holding a weapon. “So then maybe a book but I fear that should I ever find one not already in my husband’s library, I would see even less of him.” She smiled softly and finally caught his eye. “In the end,” she sighed theatrically, “I decided it would be far better to simply ask you. So, what does the great Tywin Lannister, head of house Lannister, hand of the king, tireless protector of the land,” for every title she smiled a little more and moved ever so closer until she was almost kissing him, “want from his devoted wife on this oh so special day?”
He had held eye contact with her as she talked, silently marvelled at this beautiful, if not at times rather silly, woman that was his wife. After the death of his first wife he had never thought to remarry – there had been no political advantage nor any personal desire – but now as he looked at her easy smile, he felt a sense of peace he hadn’t in a long time.
Before his eyes could betray his feelings they returned to the untouched plate before him, “hand me the bowl of cream.” He indicated his head towards the bowl of whipped cream sitting on the serving table.
His wife sighed in defeat, she had hoped he would play along but she should have known better when she found out that not only had he not mentioned it was his nameday but also that there would be no celebration of it. She turned and fetched the bowl, not noticing his eyes taking in her form as he quietly scooted his chair a little further from the table.
As she returned to him, she was surprised when he reached for her dress, letting the thin fabric slide between his slightly coarse fingers.
“New?” he asked and allowed his gaze to roam more freely over her body.
“Yes,” her voice coming out in a whisper as she felt a blush creep her neck and cheeks; it really was unfair how quickly he could render her speechless without even touching her.
“Hmm,” he breathed in mock thought as his eyes returned to hers, “take it off.”
He leaned back, the ghost of the smirk played on his lips, as he took in the dumbstruck look on his wife’s face. It lasted all but a moment, though, before she smiled and her hands moved to the clasps on each of her shoulders that was all that held the dress up.
As it fell to the floor with a quiet swish, her eyes found his again; or rather they tried but the burning look in his eyes had her quickly looking down, the blush spreading and her earlier bravado vanished.
“Here; sit.” He ordered, without any bite but rather an amused look at his blushing bride. He had learned early in their marriage that while she was prone smart remarks and easy laughs as she navigated the world of politics she had found herself in as his wife, once they were alone most of that would fall away and he was left with a quiet young woman still trying to figure out what she wanted and how. He found that he didn’t mind as much as he probably should.
She moved to sit in his lap as he had indicated and once she was situated with her side against his chest, he returned to his neglected dessert. She leaned back against his broad shoulder with a smile as he picked up the bowl of whipped cream; it would seem he was the one the plan now.
His pale eyes, which could normally make even the most battle-hardened soldier flinch, moved languidly over her body before settling on her face, watching her reaction as he spooned a small dollop of cream on her quickly perking nipple.
The blush, which had never really left her, blossomed further as all she could do was hold his gaze and feel her breath grow heavy at even the small action.
“You’re teasing me,” she said, wanting it to sound coy but ended up rather breathless.
“That was rather the point,” he mumbled and she could feel the vibration of his deep voice coming from his chest. He leaned in and easily caught her cream covered nipple between his lips, sucking ever so slightly and enjoying the soft mewling she unwittingly let out. Once there was nothing but the hint of cream left on his tongue, he let it go with a satisfying pop. She moaned again as the cold air from the open window met her now wet nipple.
Another spoonful of cream was slathered on her nipple and she began to wonder what exactly she had started; her husband was rather a patient man and the bowl still almost full.
Her musing was cut short, though, as his mouth descended once again, this time with more force and her mind blanked for a moment as pleasure shot through her body.
When the evening had began she had meant to pleasure him, to reward him for being the surprisingly good husband he was; instead he seemed determined to give her pleasure while taking little in return.
“Tywin,” she moaned, as he released pert nipple once more, “this was meant to be your gift.” Her mind trying to focus on getting the words out but her tongue felt heavy as her head and body buzzed with pleasure and he once again covered her breast in cream.
“And so it is,” he said simply, before catching her nub between his lips once more, this time adding the slightest touch of his teeth.
“So mean,” was all she could get out as more moans fell from her lips and heat shot through her body.
“I’m sure many would agree,” he mumbled as he released her once again, admiring his work. Her one nipple looked almost inflamed from his attention, decorated with faint marks from his teeth and a slight burn from his beard, while the other sat unattended; this wouldn’t do, he thought.
While he might have earned the title Old Lion, there was nothing frail about Tywin Lannister and so he easily lifted his smaller wife onto the table before him, moving the thoroughly forgotten pudding out of the way.
“Tywin!” She hadn’t been ready to be moved and certainly not with the show of strength he was displaying, not that she minded all that much as he levelled her with a look that only spelled one thing: desire.
Her legs moved to sit loosely around his hips as he stood between them, the bowl of cream back in his hands and his eyes solely on her neglected nipple.
She tried to reserve some level of dignity as her other breast was covered but it was all for naught as soon as his mouth made contact with her skin and she was glad for the thick walls of the Red Keep as she let out an embarrassingly loud moan.
“Please,” she moaned, unsure if she was pleading for him to stop or keep going; not that it mattered as he kept his own pace and covered her breast once again.
“Do you wish me to stop?” He looked in the eyes and she knew he was genuinely asking her, even if his demeanour was a rather harsh, lust-filled stare.
“No,” she mewled and took a deep breath a his head moved in once again, catching her nipple and sucking harder than before. She arched her back and had to catch herself on the table, her hips now pressing more insistent against his. Although so far the focus had been on her and her body she could feel the evidence of his excitement as she rubbed her core against him, making her moan again at the feeling of his hard member against her inner thigh.
“Don’t,” came his gruff demand as his hands clamped down on her hips, stopping any further movement. His breath fell heavy now too, as he leaned his forehead against hers, their breath mingling in the otherwise silent tower.
She whined as she leaned in to kiss him and her hands moved to his wide shoulders. Their match had been one of convenience and political manoeuvring and therefore the simple and intimate act of kissing was not one often shared between them but in that moment she could not bring herself to care; she wanted him to not stop, to feel him as close as she possibly could.
He seemed to share the sentiment as he not only allowed the kiss but moved further into it, his hands on her hips going from pinning to kneading her soft flesh. By the gods, everything about her seemed soft.
As he took control of the kiss, catching her bottom lip lightly between his teeth before moving to press his tongue against her own, her hands moved down his chest and although she wanted to strip him completely bare, she knew neither of them had the patience for her clumsy hands to find all the ties and buckles of his clothes, and so she settled for his large belt buckle. He let out a huff against her lips as soon as her hands made contact, making her think that maybe he was more affected by the situation that she had thought and the thought drove her to work quicker in getting the belt open and his pants undone. Once done her hand immediately slipped in and she couldn’t stop her moan as her hand made contact with his hard member. Small was not a word that could be used to describe any part of her husband; from his physical stature, his mind and intellect to his political reach or even the heavy cock now lying in her small hand.
He broke their kiss and moved to mouth at her neck as he felt her soft hand close around him and give a few pumps. He knew he had to stop her soon or their night would be cut short but for just a moment he marvelled in her gentle touch as his breath fell heavy against her pretty neck.
As much as she enjoyed the feeling of him in her hand, his mouth leaving small kisses and bites against her neck, and his large hands still kneading her hips she needed more. “Tywin, please,” she whined again and squeezed him a little harder, hoping to spur him into action.
He rose to his full height, towering over her even as she sat on the table, and levelled her with a stare that might have been cutting had it not been for slight colour in his cheeks and heavy breathing. “And here I thought this was to be my present,” he said, going for his usual cold tone but not quite achieving it as he looked down on the mess that was his beautiful wife.
She whined again as she felt his hand finally moving from her hips and touch her leaking pussy. Gods, she had been wet the moment he had asked her to sit in his lap and now she felt positively soaked as his fingers easily slid through her folds before finding her entrance. His fingers entered her and she let out another embarrassingly loud moan as his thick digits stretched her walls. “Husband,” she mumbled almost deliriously as she fell back against the table, her one hand mindlessly pumping his cock as the other moved to grasp at his arm.
Pride shot through Tywin as he looked down at her, taking in her quick breathing and rosy cheeks before moving his gaze down her twitching body and settling between her legs to watch his fingers pump in and out of her. It still amazed him how easily she responded to his touch.
“Would you prefer I take you here or in our bed?” He asked with a dark chuckle and started kissing down between her breasts.
A pathetic moan was ripped from her throat at his crude words and she weakly clutched his arm. “Here; please, Tywin, just take me, please,” she pleaded and her eyes tried to focus on his but her head felt heavy and her mind foggy as his fingers continued to move between her legs.
“As you wish,” he said as he slipped his fingers from her otherwise very inviting pussy, making her mewl and try to move toward him. He easily knocked her grasping hands away, grabbed her hips and moved her further down the table until her hips hung on the very edge. He allowed himself a moment to look down at her: taking in her blush that had spread even further down her chest, her pert breasts, still red from when he had played with them earlier, and her breath coming out short and fast as if she had run the length of the city.
Her eyes rolled back as she felt the tip of his member slip through her folds and she opened her mouth to beg him once again but all words left her as she felt him finally sink into her, his width stretching her walls deliciously. Her back arched as he set the pace, his hips snapping against hers and she had to grasp his arms or she would have slipped back up the table.
She tried to move with him, a voice in the back of her mind reminding her that this was meant to be a present for him, but all she could manage was linking her legs more securely around his waist as he continued his brutal pace. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened in a silent scream as he angled his thrust slightly upwards, hitting the spot inside her that made her see stars. Again and again he hit the same spot and she could feel her climax crash towards her faster than she had thought possible.
“So close,” she panted and moved her hands against his strong forearms, silently pleading him to keep going. “Please, husband,” she babbled, not even sure what she was pleading for.
The sound of her breathless voice coupled with the squeeze of her walls around his member, plunged him towards his own climax and he deftly moved his hand from where he had been holding her hips to rub against her clit. It took only a few flicks against it for her to clamp down on him and arch her back, her climax visibly rolling through her and he was not far behind. A few harsh thrust from him was all that was needed for him to follow her, a strangled moan leaving his lips as he filled her still pulsating pussy.
Their laboured breath was all that filled the silent tower as they both came from their high. His legs felt stiff and all the wanted was to fall back into the chair behind him but the indecency of leaving his wife exposed on their dining tabled compelled him to move. He picked her up, made all the more difficult as her mind seemed to have more or less vacated her, and she fell limply against his chest as he moved into the next room and placed her gently on her bed before sliding in next to her. He knew he had to move again before long, it wouldn’t do for the servants to find him in her bed, but for the moment he couldn’t bring himself to mind. She felt warm and inviting as she rolled over and lay against his shoulder and he decided a few moments more couldn’t hurt either of their reputations.
