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[queenofthrones2]

Headcanons Game Of Thrones As yanderes

Sfw and Nsfw

Tywin Lannister, Ramsay Bolton, Oberyn Martell, Jorah Mormont

Authors note: was busy with my exams but I’m back:)

Tywin Lannister

Yandere Rating: 8/10

“You’re mine because I made it so. The world bends before me and so will you.”

SFW:

Tywin is controlling in a cold, calculated way. You’re not a lover to him but an asset. He isolates you using logic, political manipulation, and veiled threats, making you completely dependent on him. While he shows no affection in public, in private he’s quietly possessive ,brushing your hair, watching over you. Anyone who gets close to you is swiftly and cleanly eliminated, without drama.

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Sex with Tywin is a performance of power. He undresses you slowly, methodically, like you’re being unwrapped ,not for passion, but because you’re his. He prefers control above all: you’re bound at the wrists with silk, blindfolded, instructed not to speak unless spoken to. Every touch is deliberate, like he’s branding his authority into your skin.He doesn’t rush. He takes his time, inspecting your body like a conquered land, his fingers trailing over your chest, thighs, neck. When he finally enters you, it’s slow and firm, his hand wrapped around your throat or pinned beneath your jaw to keep you still. He whispers things like, “Do you understand now? You were always mine.”

Ramsay Bolton

Yandere Rating: 10/10

“I’ll cut off every hand that touches you. And if you leave, I’II hunt your family down”

SFW:

Ramsay is violently obsessive. He believes hurting you proves his love. He’ll keep trophies like locks of hair, bloodstained clothes and torture anyone who interacts with you. He gaslights you constantly and makes sure you’re too scared or broken to ever leave. His affection is twisted: he praises your beauty while holding a knife to your throat.

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Ramsay takes you like a predator. There’s no build-up, no gentle foreplay unless he wants to toy with you and even then, it’s laced with cruelty. He rips your clothes off, bites hard enough to draw blood, grips your hips until they bruise. He’ll restrain you, hands above your head and fuck you while whispering the worst, filthiest things you’ve ever heard. “No one else could take you like this. No one else would ruin you for fun and then beg you to thank them.” He enjoys seeing tears mix with sweat, your body shaking as he overstimulates you beyond what you can bear. Even after you’ve come, he doesn’t stop. He wants you exhausted, ruined, whimpering his name.

Oberyn Martell

Yandere Rating: 6.5/10

“You are free but you will never want to leave. And if you do, I will bleed the world for you.”

SFW:

Oberyn is passionate, seductive, and intensely possessive. He doesn’t lock you away, but he ensures you never want to leave. He’ll make you emotionally dependent through pleasure and deep conversations. If someone flirts with you, he’ll smile and deliver poetic threats about poisoning them. His obsession burns hot, but rarely violent.

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Oberyn makes sex into a worship ritual. He lights candles, pours wine on your tongue, and tastes you slowly with his fingers and mouth. He takes his time, two fingers sliding into you as his lips suck at your neck, your thighs shaking from how long he holds you at the edge.He speaks the entire time: praising your body, describing what he’ll do next. “You’ll scream my name when I finally let you come. And you’ll thank me for every second.”He makes love with rhythm and fire, hips rolling against yours as he kisses you deeply, possessively. If you look at someone else, he’ll punish you by edging you for hours, holding you down with a silk rope at your wrists, smiling as you beg for release. Your orgasms are gifts he gives and takes away. And he loves watching your body surrender to him, over and over.

Jorah Mormont

Yandere Rating: 7.5/10

“I’d die for you but I’d rather kill for you. Or keep you, even if you hate me for it.”

SFW:

Jorah is a silent, brooding yandere. He follows you like a shadow, watching everyone who gets too close. He sees himself as your protector, your knight, and will quietly eliminate anyone he thinks threatens you. If you pull away emotionally, he becomes desperate, telling you no one will ever love you like he does. He’ll offer his life for your love, over and over.

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Jorah treats you like you’re sacred. He undresses you with trembling hands, kissing every scar, every stretch of skin like it’s proof you belong to him. He goes down on you with reverence, slow licks, eyes locked on yours, his hands clutching your thighs like you might disappear. He’s quiet but emotional, muttering, “You’re everything. You’re all I have,” while pushing into you with careful, needy thrusts.When he’s afraid of losing you, the desperation spills out. he’ll grab your hips harder, thrust deeper, pin your wrists and whisper how no one else can love you this way. Tears may fall on your shoulder his or yours as he fucks you like a dying man, trembling with obsession, trying to leave part of himself inside you. Afterward, he won’t let go. He’ll hold you like he’s afraid the world will take you from his arms

[bythecherrymoon]

Featuring Sandor Clegane and Jorah Mormont!

Warnings: Fem!reader, unprotected sex, smut, penetration Taglist: @we-do-not-sow

Sandor didn’t care that anyone could walk down the moonlit corridor and find you. After the shit storm of a day he had dealing with King Joffrey’s bullshit, all he wanted was to be buried balls deep inside of you. Your whimpers and whines as he pushes his cock inside of your tight cunt only spurred him on. He listened all day to that little shit calling him “dog” and just generally making life miserable for everyone. Somehow having Cersei’s favorite handmaiden dripping down his length felt like poetic justice. For once he was tainting something that belonged to a Lannister instead of being under their thumb. 

“It’s too big,” you whined against his neck. 

“I don’t care,” he growls, but he slows down just a touch. Enough to ease the pressure in the pit of your tummy. 

He could feel your legs shaking. The two of you have done this enough times now he knows you won’t be able to stay on your feet much longer. He pulls out of you without warning and turns you to face him before you can complain about it. 

“Hold onto me,” he says gruffly before hoisting you up. Your legs go around his waist instinctively. 

He shoves himself back into you without warning, his full length breaching your warmth in one brutal thrust. He’s got to finish this up soon for your sake. Cersei would have you punished if you weren’t there to brush her hair before bed. A large hand covers your mouth as he starts snapping his hips in a reckless rhythm. He can feel the vibrations of your moans against his palm and the clench of your cunt. You don’t always finish with Sandor, mostly because your meetings always have to be quick. Tonight was one of those nights when he was brushing your sweet spot just right. 

Your orgasm hits you like wildfire. 

“That’s it,” he grunts against your ear. The tight heat around him is too much, and in a few more sloppy thrusts he’s spilling thick ropes of cum into you. He doesn’t have to tell you to go see the maester in the morning, you already know by now. 

When he comes down from his orgasm, he sets you back on wobbly legs with uncharacteristic tenderness. He tucks himself back into his pants while you straighten out your dress. For just a moment when you’re not looking, his gaze lingers on you tenderly. 

You were stretched out beneath him bathed in the golden sunlight shining through the thin curtains. Jorah’s calloused hands made a reverent trek down the curve of your waist before gripping tight at your hips to lift you against his deep, slow thrust. A gasp falls from your parted lips. 

“Too hard?” he asks gently. 

“No, just so deep,” you sigh happily. 

For a man his age, he has surprising stamina. Or perhaps it’s thanks to his slow pace that it’s still going. You had awakened him early with your needy hands and tender kisses in all the right spots to have his attention right away. And here you are, nearing lunch without breaking your fast. He’s still buried inside of you. Your inner thighs are slick from how many times he’s pushed you over the edge, but he knows just how to work you through the overstimulation so you don’t have to stop. 

“Gods, I adore you,” he pants. 

“And I you,” you giggle and reach out for him. He leans down to place his face in your hands. 

To Jorah you are the most precious treasure. Someone he can dote upon, someone who accepts his affection without hesitation. Still it always disarms him when you look at him this way. As though he was the sky above you. He tilts his head to place a gentle kiss on your palm before leaning down to catch your lips. You drag your hands down his back and settle on his waist. 

“Cum for me, my love,” you whisper against his mouth. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes, you deserve to feel good too,” You giggle again, the sound is music to his ears. 

His grip on your hips tightens as he begins driving into you harder and faster. His pace becomes sloppier, and he can no longer contain the grunts and moans he usually tries to hide. He nuzzles his face against your neck. 

“Gods, I’m going to—” his words dissolve into a soft cry of pleasure as he spills into your waiting womb. He collapses against you, his face hidden in the curve of your neck. He’s trembling as you run your fingers up and down his back. 

“That was wonderful,” you whisper against his temple.

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Longing

jorah mormont x fem reader

Summary: You follow your friend Daenerys when she leaves Pentos with the Dothraki. The journey is much harder than you expected but the company of the older knight you now longed after makes it all worth it.

Notes: 18+ ONLY!!! Smuttt, p in v, fluff, angst, dothraki violence, age gap, longing, s1 spoilers

Word count: 2.2k

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You were the daughter of Magister Illyrio and the only true friend of Daenerys while she lived with you. When she was sold to the Dothraki you were surprised that your father granted you leave to join her when she left Pentos but you were happy to go and experience more of the world.

It was definitely not an easy adjustment going from living in a castle with proper cooks and servants to living in tents and eating mostly horse meat. Going from being around lords and ladies with proper manners to being around the Dothraki savages. But you cared deeply for your friend whom you were just a few years older than and did not want to abandon her with a group of strangers and her cruel brother Viserys.

There was one person you met that made the journey a little easier and that was Ser Jorah Mormont from Westeros. He was the sworn sword to Daenerys. He was an older man but quite handsome and wise and very kind to you. Overtime you developed a bit of a crush on him, feeling flustered or blushing when he was around you. Though you’d never act on those feelings because you did not think he would ever reciprocate them. You didn’t care about his age but you feared he looked at you as no more than still a child.

Little did you know he had developed strong feelings for you. He cared about you deeply, even more so than the Khaleesi he was sworn to. It was hard for him not to when you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and your personality was unlike anyone he’d ever met. He did not know what it was but you were different. He couldn’t help but stare at you when you weren’t looking. His chest would tighten at the sight of your lovely smile or your carefree laugh especially if it was directed at him. He knows he would never confess those feelings to you or anyone, he assumed you would never think of him the same way because he was a fair amount older than you. Why would someone as beautiful as you want an old knight like him?

So you both carried on as if you weren’t secretly falling for each other. The days went by full of small sweet moments and longing looks. You started to notice the way he looked at you and even Dany began to tease you about it. It made your heart race to think he might think of you romantically, the way you thought of him. Yet he remained completely unaware of your feelings for him.

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The day the khalasar raided a city was an especially rough day. You knew the Dothraki were savages but the brutality still came as a shock to you. The city was filled with cries and screams of people being slaughtered or beaten, and women made into slaves being taken over and over again by many members of the khalasar. Dead bodies and severed heads were everywhere you look. You were light headed and extremely nauseous. When you couldn’t stomach it anymore you fled away from the group in search of your tent.

The distant sounds of the savagery faded as the day turned to night. You had been crying alone in your tent, your hands pressed over your ears until the horrid sounds were replaced by the Dothraki feasting and celebrating outside.

You heard shuffling by the door of your tent before a soft voice called to you.

“(Y/n)?” Jorah says softly.

“Come in.” You say as you get up from your bed and attempt to make yourself look presentable.

When he entered the tent he could see the few lit candles illuminating the despair in your red puffy eyes as you looked at him.

“Ser Jorah.” You greet him politely.

“Are you alright, my lady?” He asks.

“I’m fine, thank you.” You try to fake a smile.

He looks at you with concern, clearly unconvinced you were fine. He had seen you run away earlier and came to check on you as soon as he was able. You let out a heavy sigh in defeat.

“This is just… much harder than I imagined it would be.” You admit quietly, your voice shaking as you hold back tears. “I’m grateful for the way they have treated me and also Daenerys but… the Dothraki are…” You trailed off.

“Savages.” He states and you nod sadly. “I understand how difficult it must be for you, my lady. Don’t take this the wrong way but… why do you stay? I could safely see you home to return to your father in Pentos.”

“I stayed for Daenerys because I did not want to send her away alone with that horrid brother of hers. But even after the death of Viserys I…” You stop yourself.

Jorah gives you a questioning look as he slowly steps closer to you.

“I have found other reasons to stay…” You say in a whisper as you look up at him with glossy eyes.

The small distance between you and the way he looked deeply into your eyes made your heart race. Without thinking, your hand comes up to brush his cheek and his breathing nearly stops as he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. You lean in slowly, pushing yourself up on your toes slightly to reach his height. You press your lips to his so gently they barely touch, nervous to how he will react. When you pull back there is shock on his face but a firey look in his eyes. To your surprise he leans down and captures your lips again, his hands coming to cup your cheeks as his lips press to yours, firm yet gentle, claiming yet caring.

Your arms wrap around his neck and you slip your tongue into his mouth as he gladly allows you, a low grumble of a moan escaping him that sends shivers down your spine. The kiss is slow, passionate, there was no need for words when so many feelings are spoken through the soft dance of your tongues. Your hands grasp his loose shirt and tug lightly in a silent command, he breaks the kiss for a quick second to pull his shirt over his head. When he looks back to you you’re pulling your own shirt off and he gulps as his eyes greedily take in the sight of your bare breasts.

“You are… so beautiful.” He says lowly in that deep raspy voice of his.

“So are you…” You whisper shyly, running your hands along his tone chest and arms, his breath catching at your touch.

A small smile crosses his features before he turns serious again, your mouths reconnecting. You walk backwards with your lips still connected, leading him to the small bed that was set up in your tent. Your fingers lightly run down his chest and torso, making him shiver under your touch, until they reach the hem of his trousers. You break the kiss to look into his eyes as you pull the string of his pants loose. You watch as his jaw clenches and his breathing becomes heavier.

“Is this ok?” You ask in a whisper.

He quickly nods and captures your lips once again but this time in an all consuming hungry kiss. A near growl rumbles in his throat as your tongues dance passionately together. You part to pull off your own skirts before helping him tug off his pants. Your breath catches at the sight of his hard length standing proud before you. You wrap your fingers around him and he throws his head back with a moan as you stroke him.

“(Y/n)…” He moans your name in a low grumble, the sound shooting straight to your core.

You pull him onto the bed as you lay on your back. He fits perfectly on top of you as you wrap your legs around him. You whimper when you feel his hardness pressing against your core and Jorah swears he has never heard a sweeter sound. He kisses you again then slowly moves his lips along your jaw and neck as you grind against him.

“Are you certain?” He mumbles against your skin, causing goosebumps.

“Yes.” You breathe.

He groans and presses a firm kiss to your lips as he slowly enters you. Both of your mouths drop open at the feeling and you let out a needy drawn out moan as you take him in inch by inch until he is fully sheathed inside you. He stills for a long moment, breathing heavily against your neck. It had been years now since he had been with a woman and the way your warmth gripped him so tightly made his head spin. It was an effort not to embarrass himself and come inside of you right then and there.

There had been a couple late nights where he shamefully gave into his desires when he could not stop thinking about you, about this. But the pleasure his hand and imagination brought him was nothing compared to the real thing. The real feeling of being inside you, the sight of your bare body underneath him, the sweet sweet sounds you made, even your scent, it was all so intoxicating.

Finally, he pulls most of the way out of you before slowly sliding back in. A moan escapes his lips and the sound sets your whole body aflame. He sets a slow pace, basking in the feeling of you. You rhythmically rock your hips together as you both let out low moans and heavy breaths at the feeling.

“I love you…” You whisper, the words escaping you beyond your control.

He freezes, and for a moment you regret the words until a hand brushes your cheek and he places a sweet kiss to your lips.

“I love you, (y/n).” He says as he looks deeply into your eyes.

Hearing the words come from him made your heart melt and you grab his face before capturing him in another passionate kiss. You move to change your position so you are straddling him. You sink back down onto his length with a moan and his head shoots back with his eyes scrunched closed at the feeling. He quickly opens his eyes again to look at you like he does not want to miss a single second of this.

Your hands rest on his torso as you begin slowly rocking your hips, a loud moan escaping you as pleasure shoots through you at the new position. The beautiful sound of it nearly makes him lose the last of his restraint but he was determined for you to reach your peak first. You had been with a man only once and it was painful and quick, nothing at all like the pleasure Jorah was bringing you.

He stares up at you like you are a goddess as you continue to ride him slowly, taking in the heavenly sight of you in all your glory. He couldn’t believe this was happening as he watched you grind against him, it all felt too good to be true. It truly felt like he was living in a dream and he would kill the man who would dare to wake him.

His hands roam from your hips up your body until he reaches your breasts, squeezing them gently. Your own hands come to rest on top of his, the extra support allowing you to move faster. You quickly barrel towards the edge as you move faster against him, your moans steadily growing louder. Jorah was muttering something too quiet to catch, you could not hear the desperate prayers he whispered to the gods begging to help him last just a little longer while you reach your pleasure.

Lucky for him your orgasm quickly crashes into you like a tidal wave as you cry out above him, not caring if the whole khalasar could hear you. Not even a split second later his hands shoot back to your hips to pull you hard against him as he comes deep inside you with a low guttural groan. You ride out your high with the feeling of him pulsing inside you.

You fall down onto the beside him on the bed as you both pant, catching your breaths. You look to him and he looks back at you with a smile, a beautiful genuine smile you did not see often. His head was still reeling, hardly believing what just happened. You giggle shyly and lean over to kiss his cheek.

“I meant it, by the way.” You say, breaking the silence.

“Meant what?” He asks, still panting.

“That I love you…” You say quietly.

His smile returns and he brings your lips to his in a chaste but romantic kiss.

“You have no how precious you are to me (y/n).” He says before placing another kiss to your lips. “I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

You cuddle up to his chest and let out a content and satisfied sigh. You begin to fall asleep listening to his heartbeat as he gently strokes your messy hair.

“I want many more nights like this…” You mumble sleepily.

“Me too.” He says in a sleepy grumble and places a kiss to the top of your head.

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[satansapostle6]

Hand of the Queen | Petyr Baelish, Jorah Mormont

Two men bend the knee to their Queen, and each other.

Warnings: Mature language and themes. Sexual content. Violence.

Chapter Five

Chapter Six: On Bended Knee

Despite himself, Ser Jorah’s eyes shone with submission as he looked up at his Queen. The only reason he had for doing much of anything these days.

“See?” Narcissa cooed, voice like velvet. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

Jorah blinked up at her, still admiring her austere sort of allure. “No, my Queen.”

She smiled, actually smiled, gently brushing his cheek with a gentle touch as he nearly purred like a docile house cat. He melted at her touch, brushing against her hand just as a pet would. He soon lost himself, nuzzling against her had, eyes shut in trusting submission. He grew more and more enamored, pressing slow, adoring kisses to the silky palm of her hand. His kisses grew more wet, and urgent, an erotic plea for forgiveness.

“I adore you, Your Grace,” Jorah insisted with the utmost affection. “I would never question your motives. You rule with poise, with pragmatism… something even I have yet to master.”

“You see?” the Queen said with satisfaction. “This is why I am the Queen, and you are my paramour.”

Ser Jorah stopped entirely, drawn out of his daze.

“Your what?” he questioned.

“My paramour,” Narcissa said plainly, as if it were a rank in her army. “You are a part of my life that I will publicly acknowledge.”

To him, this notion was deeply romantic having come from her.

“You— You would claim me as your own?” Jorah asked.

“Of course I would,” she responded, “There are many who have pledged their lives to me, but only you were there the day I took Khal Drogo’s head.”

He looked up at her with pride.

“Narcissa, you honor me beyond words,” he spoke. “I am not worthy of a woman as beautiful nor as graceful and sharp as you. You are, truly, my only reason for living.”

“I have a deep affection for you, Ser Jorah,” she confessed. “Never have I met a man more worthy of my love.”

He looked up at her, unable to help his smile. “You love me?”

“You are so dear to me,” she murmured.

Her hand running through his hair was kind and soothing, but still insistent enough to be territorial.

“I only ever want to please you, my Queen,” Jorah professed.

She beamed. “I know.”

“But my Queen, I must ask, do you mean to tell me I am all you crave?” he asked vulnerably. “Because you are all I would ever ask of the old gods, and the new.”

“Why do you ask, Jorah?” Narcissa asked curiously.

He gulped. “I only mean… Am I the only one for you, my Queen?”

“Speak plainly, Ser Jorah.”

His features contorted with turmoil as he stood, pacing the room. “What of Daario Naharis?”

Narcissa stifled a laugh. “Daario Naharis?”

“Every time I see him, he seems to be coming or going from your chambers,” he stated.

Narcissa huffed, “I doubt it’s the going that concerns you.”

“Forgive me, Your Grace, I only meant to ask,” he bowed his head, “I… Don’t know what exactly I am to you.”

“I believe I just told you.”

“You’ve called me yours, but you haven’t proclaimed to be mine,” he cried with a heavy heart.

Jorah searched her expression for any betrayal of whatever went on in her head. She merely frowned at his torment.

“I’m the Queen, there are plenty who would hope to monopolize my time. There might be others, Jorah, but there is only one of you,” she whispered.

He grimaced. “You don’t love Daario?”

“He’s young, with a young man’s stamina,” Narcissa stated, “That is all.”

He failed to hide his unease, blue eyes cloudy.

“Is that what you yearn for?” he breathed. “Someone young?”

“I think you know where my tastes lie, my love.”

His heart ached at the term of endearment.

“Yes, I do,” he admitted, not feeling threatened. “But. What of Petyr Baelish?”

“Yes, what of him?” she asked.

“You can’t be blind to the way he looks at you,” Jorah reasoned, “He’s a vulture, circling eagerly above.”

“He’s not a vulture,” Narcissa declared, “Because I am not a witless corpse. And as for his intentions, Lord Baelish is a conniving, venal deviant, but in that, I see only competence, and motivation. I consider this matter resolved now. So tell me, my love, would you like to continue discussing Petyr Baelish, and Daario Naharis, or are there perhaps more titillating ends to this conversation?” she posed the question with a knowing smirk.

Jorah Mormont looked into her eyes, unable to deny her, or himself.

“No, my love,” he returned her affection. “I do not wish to discuss Petyr Baelish.”

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Chapter Seven

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[springdandelixn]

Show Me Love

—Jorah x F!Targaryen!Reader

Summary: Jorah ends up failing his quest to search for the princess and take her back to the feast in the Red Keep.

Warnings: 18+ content, oral (m receiving), Jorah is a whore haha

A/N: Because today is Thursday, I’ve decided to make a THIRSTY drabble for our favorite simp boii.

Even if this is simply a drabble, your likes and comments are highly appreciated. Tell me what you think of the story for it helps me a lot as a writer. Your reblogs will help this story flourish further. And as always, I hope you guys enjoy! ♥️

Jorah’s hand clamps tighter on your shoulder, his head thrown back in pure bliss on the back of the chair and muscles tensing when you take him into your mouth once more. Your fingers dig into the flesh of his bare thigh while the other presses down against his abdomen which ripples in desire.

He never imagined that his search for you around the Red Keep would end up with him groaning in pleasure as you sucked down hard on his cock. He only thought about taking you back to the feast where the guests from the noble houses were wanting your attention, yet here he was, the Lord Commander of the Queensguard, shrouded in ecstasy, chest heaving as he felt a tug at the pit of his stomach.

“Princess—” He groans, but the words he wanted to say drown in his throat, whispering your name instead in the humid air that slowly fills his chambers.

Your mouth pulls back, only keeping the tip of his cock within when a garbled moan escapes his lips upon feeling you suck harder on its head. His cock stiffens, throbbing against your lips and he reaches down to wrap his fingers around the base to stop his release.

“Princess, please—” He begs.

But you don't relent. Your hand pries away his own before replacing it with your deft fingers, stroking his shaft while your tongue swirls and licks on the tip, spreading the saltiness on the pad of your tongue, humming at the taste of him.

He chokes when he tries to speak, tries to protest that a princess should not take a man’s seed in her mouth but all sense of decency drifts from his head when pleasure rolls through his body, his spine, shivering as he feels the tug in his stomach once more.

His hand reaches over to cup the base of your head, eyes blowing wide in lust as he pulls you back down on his cock, having you choke and gag around him when he hits the back of your throat. He grows feral, hungry even when your eyes shoot up to meet his. Relishing the look you give him as he urges you to take more of him, to suck on his cock like your life depended on it. His other hand reaches to cup the side of your face as he moves to thrust his hips at a faster pace.

“You look so beautiful with your lips around me.” He growls and he watches as your eyes shine with unshed tears, chanting your name in whispers when you plant your hands against his thighs and meet him halfway, your muffled moans filling his ears and adding to the pleasure that builds within.

“You’re so perfect, princess—” He praises, throwing his head back once more when you pick up your pace, feeling your saliva pool against his inner thighs. His hand grabs a handful of your hair when he feels himself reaching his limit. Releasing an animalistic growl, he pushes you down, burying his cock fully into your mouth and spilling his seeds down your throat.

He curses lowly and pants heavily, his chest heaving as he slowly climbs down from his high. Another moan escapes him when you pull away from his cock with a thick ‘pop’ after swallowing his essence, a light giggle erupting from you before taking him fully once more, milking him dry.

“Ser Jorah?”

Panic surges in him when he hears the voice of his queen from beyond the door, quickly leaning over to you on the ground, pulling himself free from your mouth and pressing a finger to your lips, signaling to be silent.

“Are you alright, Ser?” Daenerys asks once more. “Why did you leave the feast in haste?”

He clears his throat before he speaks. “I’m quite fine, your grace. I’ve just not been feeling well and I wanted to rest before it turns into anything serious.”

His eyes dart to you when you roll your eyes at him, a playful smile gracing your lips when you move to straddle his lap.

“Liar.” You whisper against his ear and it takes all of his strength to stop himself from kissing the smug away from your lips.

“Shall I call for the maester?” Daenerys asks.

“You need not worry, your grace. I’m sure sleep will do me some g—good.” He stops the groan from escaping him, his hands grabbing tightly on your hips to stop you from rubbing your clothed cunt against his exposed length.

“Good night, your grace.” He says in finality before wrapping his arms around you, your legs locking around his waist, lifting you as he stands from his seat, and walking towards the door to make sure it's locked from within.

“What if my sister comes back and asks for your help to look for me, Lord Commander Mormont?” You ask teasingly, rubbing a finger against the scruff of his beard, a grin on your lips, making Jorah groan as he walks you to his bed. You giggle when he lays you down on the feathered mattress.

“Then pray to the seven that she doesn’t, my love, for I plan to keep you here til the morrow.” He smirks as he runs his hand up your thigh, pushing up the skirt of your dress before leaning down to claim your lips with his.

[jossilyn-embereth]

Hello! If requests are open, may I please request some headcanons on what being married to Ser Jorah Mormont would be like?

Being Married to Jorah Mormont Would Inclcule

Having met him in Westeros long before his original marriage. The two of you were quite taken with one another, but you were already promised.

Not seeing one another again until you ended up at his wedding. Where he learns your marriage was called off.

Finding out years later what happened with Jorah and his family, and the crimes he committed, wishing you knew where he had gone, and accepting that you may never see him again.

Being promised to another man, but you decide to leave instead of be married off, so you run away and find a ship to take you to Essos, where you know you’ll never be found.

Making a good living on your own, seeing as the small fortune you had brought with you was able to support you while you got your bearings. You start your own business and set of shop in Mareen.

Eventually Daenerys makes her way there and frees the city. You are called upon for your services and are escorted to the castle.

There you see Jorah in the throne room, at the right hand of the Queen. As soon as your business is done he comes to see you. You catch up and walk around the city for hours.

You admit that you’ve missed him, and that the stories you hear about him have changed your opinion of him somewhat. He agrees that he did something horrible, and explains to you why he follows his new Queen, and the ways he is trying to be better.

In the coming weeks he comes to visit you constantly. You fall for him all over again, and can’t help but be slightly jealous of his protectiveness and loyalty to his Queen.

Confessing feelings for one another after a long night of talking by the water.

Becoming close with the rest of his new friends, especially Dani, who was ecstatic to find out Jorah had a significant other.

You asking for his hand in marriage, and when he seems surprised you make a joke that neither one of you are good at being single at the same time, so you should take the chance while you have it.

Having a small wedding with just your friends (seeing as neither of you have any family)

Moving to the palace to spend more time with him.

Romantic nights

Missing him during the fay when you both have work.

Coming to the agreement that children should be off the table for the time being, seeing as Jorah would soon be off to war at Daenerys side

Being completely heartbroken when Jorah’s treachery is revealed, wondering now if any of what he said about being better was true.

Letting him leave Mareen alone, and going to Daenerys for comfort, knowing she would understand your heartbreak.

Staying with her all night, comforting one another.

Nearly breaking when Jorah returns and reveals he has contacted Greyscale

Learning from Tyrion that he talked about you non-stop on the journey. Of how much he loved and missed you, and how he would get better so that he may return to you

Joining Daenerys for the journey to Westeros, with the intention of seeing your family’s support for her claim

Feeling both overjoyed and conflicted when Jorah arrives on Dragonstone, because although the man you love is alive and well and back in your arms, he still betrayed you and your Queen.

Eventually being convinced by Daenerys to give him another chance, after she tells you she has all but forgotten his past misdeeds. You take her words as permission to no longer care about his mistake.

Going to him that night and saying nothing, just holding him in your arms until the sun rises.

Telling one another all that had transpired while you had been apart

Him expressing a desire for a family once the war is over. You being happy to hear it, and agreeing wholeheartedly

Learning just before the journey to Winterfell that you are pregnant.

Telling Jorah, feeling nervous because it was still a bit soon to have the baby. The war might not be finished by the time you must leave his side, but he is only full of joy, and so you try not to worry

Being sent away from Winterfell for the battle against the dead, because he refuses to put you and your child at risk

Knowing from the moment you lay eyes on Daenerys that the father of your child is dead, and that the son or daughter you carry is all you will have left of him

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Jorah Mormont x wife!OC (Oneshot)

A/C: Guys. I am ready with my second Jorah Story and I think it is some kind of interesting. I´ve never ever thought that I could write this kind of fluff. But here we are. I hope you all enjoy it.

Story is some kind of out of the Story! Problably Season 3 after Ser Barristans arrivel in Astapor!

Warnings: fluff (Just some kind like the last one)

Words: 355

It was hot. Probably hotter than normal. All the horses run in a line just to this little Lake that the lookouts have seen.

She was sweating as hell. Her Husband rode next to her. Their hands were intertwined. His blue eyes were searching here and he smiled.

„Are you alright darling?“ 

She nodded.

„I am just feeling hot. The sun feels like fire.“

He nodded too.

„We are nearly there.“

After that words of him, one of the lookouts screamed something at Dothraki. She sighed heavily.

„Finally.“

He smiled and jumped off his horse. He helped her to get off. Ser Barristan came over.

„My lady, are you alright?“ 

He looked worried. Same as Jorah did. She nodded. 

„Yeah, just a little kind of hot. I was born in the north I know it another way.“

She smiled and made her way to the water. Her Husband was right beside her. 

„I´ve never dreamed that we could be here.“ 

She whispered as she cleaned her face. Jorah right next to her nodded and lightly touched her belly. 

„How do you and this little buddy really feel?“ 

She stroked over his big hand and her belly.

„Not that good. I know it is the 4th month but it feels strange.“ 

„Shall I call the Healer?“

She shakes her head.

„No, just the last fight was some kind of horrible. Ya know I lost my sister. I still see her face when I close my eyes. Every Time I close my eyes or even when I simply dream I see her dirty face at the moment she stood there and just slip out of life. It is like she stands up from death.“

He nodded and hugged her. His arms were around her waist. She smiled. 

„What´s wrong?“

„Nothing just the thought about our wedding. I still see you there kneeling in front of my father and finally asking him if you may marry me.“ 

„And that day was our Wedding day. I know.“ 

They both laughed. She interrupted this laughter. 

„Darling?“ 

„It kicked.

„What?“

„Our baby. It kicked me.“

She looked up with an unbelievable face and smiled.

At that moment he knew he made the right decision.

It was right to marry her.

So as she loved him, he loved her.

Maybe this will last forever.