cw: reader is his wife/lots of wife talk; religious undertones; hints of a toxic relationship; pnv; oral (m&f); scent kink; mirror kink; cum play; bisexuality; hints of dubious consent; slight degradation; power dynamics; jealously; use of the word cock (lol); the rest is pretty self explanatory.
18+ mdni
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A = Aftercare ✧ *:･ﾟ (what they’re like after sex)
After sex, Ormund will wrap himself around you completely once in your marital bed. His grip would be firm to make sure you do not leave but also gentle as he finally takes the time to relax, resting his full body weight on you. You’ll feel his hands caress your skin as he lays soft kisses and licks at the sweat of your skin, taking the time to bask in your presence for as long as he can.
He’ll speak to you softly, asking if he was too much, and ask for forgiveness if he went too far.
“Just let me have you for this moment…”
B = Body part ✧ *:･ﾟ(their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Ormund’s favorite body part of himself is his chest, shoulders, and arms. His frame is broad and strong with defined musculature from his training; he doesn’t wear armor and a great sword for no reason, he is a seasoned warrior and everyone can see that. Which is something he is proud of.
Ormund’s favorite body part on you is your stomach. While Ormund is fond of the rest of your frame, he is specially fond of your stomach because of the connection it provides him. He’ll often lay his head on your stomach for comfort, and often grab at it and apply pressure towards your womb when taking you.
The stomach is a vulnerable area, which is the main reason he finds it so intimate. Because of this, he makes sure to appreciate your trust in him when you share your body with him. Often swatting your hands away if you try and cover yourself in front of him.
“Do you mean to insult me? Do not hide yourself from me, Lady Hightower.”
C = Cum ✧ *:･ﾟ(anything to do with cum, basically)
Ormund—of course—likes to cum inside in hopes of making more heirs and to maintain his faithful duties as a lord husband… but in the moment where it’s just you and him, and he feels the warm pressure building in his lower abdomen to his peak, he wants nothing more than to see his release land upon you and cover your body. Your face, chest, and backside are his favorite places but his main goal is for it to just land somewhere on you.
His fascination with it grows the more you allow him to indulge in the act; finding himself enjoying rubbing the white, sticky substance into your sweat glistened skin, wanting it to become a part of you. After he cums upon your breasts or stomach, he’ll take your hands and guide you to massage it onto yourself, watching in admiration as you listen to him so dutifully.
“Do you feel that, how you make feel?”
D = Dirty secret ✧ *:･ﾟ (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Ormund has been interested in you for far longer than he lets on. When you first met him it truly seemed like fate itself caused your paths to cross. In reality, it is Ormund that wanted your lives to intertwine with one another.
He will never speak of the politics that went into the creation of your marriage nor the unsavory things he did to keep the union favorable in your eyes and the eyes of your house.
To his delight though, you will fondly recount how he seemed to brighten your future. How you were doomed in the past to marry a different Lord with distasteful rumors against him until his sudden and untimely death. How you felt so uncertain of who would take his place until Ormund entered your life soon after.
No, you will never know the lengths he took to have you.
“We were just meant for one another, weren’t we. As if the gods themselves placed us together.”
E = Experience ✧ *:･ﾟ(how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
This one I find myself struggling with. While he would obviously have experience if you were his second wife—his first wife giving him three children—I do not know if he’s the type that would kept his oath of chastity until marriage.
That being said, I actually believe his body count would remain rather low. I could see Ormund making a young fling become his first wife and making you his second wife because you rekindle a long-forgotten want for passion after his time at war.
If Ormund is interested in you, he would be the type to initiate improper and sexual activities during the time he courts you, fulfilling his corruption fantasies as he convinces you to sin with him. Afterwards, he would use your impropriety to his advantage in getting you to officially accept his marriage proposal.
“We have already consummated in the eyes of the Seven, from Maiden to Mother, you are mine.”
F = Favorite position ✧ *:･ﾟ(this goes without saying)
Ormund will never be able to decide if he likes fucking you on your back or on your stomach more.
Both positions allow him to bend you underneath him to his liking…which means you get manhandled and flipped around a lot.
He does enjoy seeing your face though, and often grasps at your jaw to make you look at him while he completely ruins you.
“How does it feel, wife? That I can take you so easily?”
G = Goofy ✧ *:･ﾟ(are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Ormund is hard to read. He will put on a confident, goofy persona one moment but turn intense and serious in the next. The change in mood is both equally exhilarating as it is terrifying, for he expects you to understand when this switch happens and to follow his lead.
“And what is it that you find so humorous, wife?”
H = Hair ✧ *:･ﾟ(how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Ormund takes extreme care in his appearance (self-care king); using his lordly amenities in a far greater amount than the other lords among Westeros. Ormund has a special interest in scents, lotions, and oils—more on that later—and often buys them imported from Dorne and Essos. Just being in his proximity you can smell the mixture of perfumes radiating off of him.
Additionally, Ormund keeps himself well groomed in all areas. He doesn’t grow much hair on other than on his arms and legs, but he has a slight patch of hair on his chest which he is fond of.
In the lower regions, he maintains his hair by trimming down the light brown curls to a manageable length, not wanting it to get in the way activities on the battlefield nor bedroom.
“What? Do not tell me you are surprised?”
I = Intimacy ✧ *:･ﾟ (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Ormund is incredibly intimate. So much so that it can become too intense, like playing with fire.
He wants to worship you, devour you, and he wants to feel the same in return. The intensity feels almost ritualistic and carnal, as if he’s trying to somehow merge you both into one. And it’s in those moments, in candlelight and silk, where you truly feel his obsession towards you.
While he can be mean, controlling, and somewhat self-serving, he remains attentive and affectionate, never allowing room for insecurity to grow.
“You’re here with me, and you understand what that means.”
J = Jack off ✧ *:･ﾟ(masturbation headcanon)
I do not believe this man touches himself without an audience, aka you. Once the thought of jacking off enters his mind, he immediately thinks of you and where you are next.
If you’re not around or if he’s away from Oldtown, he will abstain from it, but if you’re around, best believe he’s calling for you.
When he’s really in the mood for it he’ll order you to kneel in front of him and watch. Giving himself long, slow strokes as he looks down at you. Sometimes it will end with him telling you to help with your mouth, and other times, he’ll tell you to undress slowly and start touching yourself as well.
Jacking off is supposed to be a quick release for most but not for Ormund, who makes an event out of it.
“You’ll be a good girl for me, correct? So get on your knees.”
K = Kink ✧ *:･ﾟ (one or more of their kinks)
It may be obvious to all of us what I am about to write. Ormund for sure has a scent kink. When he greets you, he brings you in close enough to inhale the scent of your neck or your hair, always disguised as kiss to your temple or shoulder.
He is often unsure of what he wants the most, for you to smell like him or for him to smell like you. Although you are clearly claimed in marriage, the thought of other lords smelling his distinctive fragrance on you while you converse makes his pants tighten at their recognition or uncomfortability.
He’ll steals items from you to carry with him for the smell; ribbons that have been discarded from your hair, jewelry that has been previously placed on your wrist and neck, your handkerchief or his favorite, a piece of your undergarments. It’s usually a cut or torn piece of silk or lace from one you wore during your most recent endeavors. If he is leaving for a longer time, he will take an entire silk chemise of yours that you’ve worn to sleep to keep in his cot.
Ormund is a total brat that is usually dominant. He loves making you upset, pushing and pulling on your boundaries until tears form in your eyes or you try and fight him for control. His favorite part is when you try to correct him, when you become bossy in your frustration with his antics because he loves not listening to you. The lack of physical control you have against him giving him a high that nothing else can replicate.
Ormund also has a thing for mirrors, and while, of course, he loves looking at you and seeing the way you unfold beneath him in various positions. He definitely loves looking at himself (man whore).
Ormund looks nice, and he makes sure of it, putting more effort into his appearance than any other man in Westeros—something he doesn’t forget to remind you. He cannot help but appreciate how is muscles tense and glow in the candlelight, glistening in sweat as he pounds into you, your whimpers and moans encouraging him.
Ormund definitely has an appreciation for the male figure, and I believe it to be on the same level as he does for women. And going even further, since we’re on the thought; I think Ormund is attracted to both women and men alike.
And because of society and faith, he may or may not have experienced men in the way he has women. If he did, I see it happening in the past with one of his soldiers. Anyways, mirrors help him in his curiosity and might serve as a nice reminder.
“Do you see how I take you so well? No one else can do what I can.”
L = Location ✧ *:･ﾟ (favorite places to do the do)
Sex usually occurs in his Lord Study over a desk of paperwork, scripture, and maps; or in your shared chambers, on any surface of your chambers.
Ormund is Lord of Oldtown, a responsibility he cannot step away from often. However, that doesn’t stop him from summoning you to his study after council meetings or errands.
He has a habit to compare you to a siren or nymph while his hands reach into your garments, even though he was the one who called for you; Kissing softly into your skin and mumbling how you so easily seduce him into depravity.
“Is this what you want? For anyone—everyone—to hear what you make me do to you?”
M = Motivation ✧ *:･ﾟ (what turns them on, gets them going)
The wind, the temperature, the sound of the waves hitting against Oldtown. Boredom is his main motivation, honestly. Ormund thinks of you during the times he finally gets the chance to let out a breath and think about anything else other than his duties.
And in thinking about you, he quickly starts to crave the affection you provide him. The way you feel against him, your voice in his ears, the way you smell in that perfume he told you to put on for him. And as quick as you entered his mind, he’s wanting you.
“Have someone fetch Lady Hightower for me. Now.”
N = No ✧ *:･ﾟ(something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Ormund hates the idea of sharing with his entire being. The thought alone of another man (or woman) looking upon you the same way he does can bring him into a fury.
So no jokes, no flirting, and no showing of your undivided attention towards any other lord and lady of the court; his jealously is far too great for that.
"You are mine. What do you not understand about that?"
O = Oral ✧ *:･ﾟ(preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Ormund likes his head between your legs for really two reasons: (1) because it shows how close he wants to be with you and, (2) the smell of you.
Ormund is a messy eater too. You feel everything, his tongue, his lips, his nose; he does not hesitate in giving full attention to your sex while his strong hands grip your thighs open, and he won’t stop until you’re fully dripping in a mixture of his spit and your own pleasure.
Ormund will also expect the same treatment in return, always being physically gentle even if his words remain sharp. He’ll order you to lick him clean, to place him in your mouth. The girth of his cock is almost dangerous as it passes your lips and glides over your tongue, and he knows it. So he’ll make sure to cup your face and head lovingly as he guides himself into your tight throat softly.
He always makes the prettiest moans when you do this for him too.
“Just like that, my little wife.”
P = Pace ✧ *:･ﾟ(are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
As mentioned above, Ormund is unpredictable. Just as fast as his moods can change, so will his pace.
Ormund uses the pacing of his thrusts as another method of demonstrating his control over you. He will start off by thrusting himself into you in one deep stroke, pounding into your sweet spot with no remorse or time left to adjust, and just as you start to see stars, he will completely change. The brutal thrusts turning soft and languid, as if he’s suddenly savoring the feeling of you stretching around him, leaving your legs shaking as you have to chase your own confused pleasure through his chaos.
“What’s the matter with you? I know you’re not giving up on me?”
Q = Quickie ✧ *:･ﾟ(their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Ormund would only partake in quickies if you really enjoyed them. He always finds the idea enticingly sweet until he the moment he partakes in it.
The quick nature frustrates him beyond end and it always makes him want more when he knows he cannot, and it usually worsens his attitude until he can spend proper time with you.
“You know I don’t have time for this, wife.”
R = Risk ✧ *:･ﾟ(are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Ormund is not a risk taker in the traditional sense since you very rarely have sex outside of your private quarters.
That being said, Ormund will and does take emotional risks. He’ll mentally push you to your limits in bed, experiment with his tone and the mix of praise and degradation he uses.
He’s absolutely obsessed with seeing how far you’ll go for him if he asked you too; Ormund knows you’ll jump for him, but his next question is how high.
“What? Have I gone too far this time? You know you love it.”
S = Stamina ✧ *:･ﾟ(how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Ormund has greater stamina than most men his age. Sex with Ormund can go for one to three rounds, and depending on the position or activity, can last anywhere from 10 to 30 minutes each round.
"Do you know what you do to me?"
T = Toys ✧ *:･ﾟ(do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Remember when I said there would be more on the oils, lotions, and scents? Oh yeah, this is it.
Ormund doesn’t use toys, and I am not sure if he even knows about toys or let alone knows where to source them, but his practices of using oils and lotions do transfer over to the bedroom.
He loves to massage your skin with oil in firelight to see it glow, to caress your breasts and hips freely, the slipperiness of the oil adding to the sensation. He'll trace the curves of your body until he meets the swell of your breasts, swirling his thumbs around your nipples as he kisses you deeply. The feel and smell of it is erotic, making Ormund’s head grow fuzzy and his cock ache in anticipation.
When it comes to ribbons and rope, he is the type to prefer using his body to keep you from moving. On him however, he may indulge you if you have the desire to tie him up, only if you do it in front of a mirror though.
"Is this what you want from me, sweet girl?"
U = Unfair ✧ *:･ﾟ(how much they like to tease)
Ormund loves to tease you but absolutely hates when you tease him back. He can only handle so much before he for sure gets pissy with you (he's a bitch). It sours his mood, and you often have to find ways "make it up" to him for him to return to normal.
This would be difficult to deal with if you weren't so fond of him, and often, you find yourself having to hold back how amused you are with his antics in worry that he'll take more offense.
If you play your cards right this may sometimes lead to more submissive Ormund. If you tell him to relax and let you take care of him, to let him give you a chance to earn his forgiveness. He'll let you, but don't think he'll remain docile for long.
“You know I hate when you do that. Perhaps you can do something more useful—hm?”
V = Volume ✧ *:･ﾟ(how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
I just know this man loves to hear the sound of his own voice; talking, jesting, moaning, groaning.
He wants to hear you too. Ormund will encourage you to be vocal as well, either as a result of your own pleasure or in telling him what more you need, and he’s so mean about it.
If you don’t use the vulgarity he is looking for or you speak too softly, he will genuinely not do what you asked, or do the complete opposite as punishment.
Want him to go harder? He will go slower. Want him to drive in deeper? He’ll pull out enough so just the tip is dipping into your center.
He’s a man of patience, he’ll make sure that you beg for what you truly want eventually.
“What was that, wife? I can’t seem to hear you.”
W = Wild card ✧ *:･ﾟ(a random headcanon for the character)
This man bathes everyday, sometimes twice a day. He enjoys warm baths enriched in scented oils and fragrant botanicals (rip Ormund you would have loved bath bombs). It is an expense that most laugh at, but Ormund cannot go without it or risk irritability.
He is a man of ritual, finding comfort in the mundane, he will go about his day in the same schedule as the last. Praying and bathing falling into his daily life as much as you do.
"You'll join me, won't you?"
X = X-ray ✧ *:･ﾟ(let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
As mentioned before he is well groomed, and he also smells good. With a blend of perfume and musk, his cock is quite heavy and girthy; the feeling of it stretching into you being its best attribute.
When you first laid eyes upon it, Ormund’s mind was reeling in satisfaction at your shocked and embarrassed face.
“Does it scare you, my little wife? Don’t worry, any pain will soon grow to pleasure you have never felt before.”
Y = Yearning ✧ *:･ﾟ(how high is their sex drive?)
Ormund’s sex drive is pretty active in his older age, keeping yours and his needs well satisfied. Any time alone with him ends up relatively sexual, he just can’t help it.
But… Ormund can sometimes lose interest after initiating because his mind drifts elsewhere, plagued either by his lordly, fatherly, or commander duties. In those rare times, he’d rather hold you and speak about your day spent away from one another.
“I’m sorry love, my mind seems to be elsewhere…”
Z = Zzz ✧ *:･ﾟ(how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
When you finish your activities in your shared chambers and it is nighttime or Ormund has the time, he falls asleep quite quickly after adjusting himself comfortably around you; savoring the peace of the moment.
More often than not though, Ormund must leave you to go and complete another task on his long list for the day.
After laying beside you for as long as he can spare, he will rise and give you a kiss to your temple or a caress to your hip before leaving begrudgingly.
trying to bed a knight like: *unbuttons your jupon* *unbuckles your cuirass* *unbuckles your gorget* *takes off your hauberk* *stops to catch my breath* *unbuttons your gambeson* *takes off your shirt*
loved your covered in blood concept, but can you trigger warning tag for misogyny next time before i get my shit rocked by accidentally projecting myself onto a mary-sue thinking i’m bouta read that i went epic beast mode and that’s why i’m covered in blood and that’s why mr. sexy wants me?
(buff werewolf ripping off shirt pic here)
bad enough that we want the nasty men, we don’t need to be told we need TWO MEN one of whom is nameless and functions solely as a plot-derailing stand-in for what could’ve been female excellence? because it’s fiction and if i can pretend that aerion targaryen is down tremendous for me, then i can also pretend that i snuck off alone and that i have a pretty dagger i killed the boar with.
or you could write what you want but first say “fem!reader, mary-sue!reader, reader gets saved by a damn man, anon is butthurt, anon doesn’t have to read this and now they know that this is what the story is about so it’s their fault if they come at me now that i’ve put this very common practice disclaimer on my post, fluff, multiple characters”
thanks❤️
no❤️
I would suggest reading Daeron’s part if that is what you are looking for.
Y/N Targaryen is the sole daughter of Aerys Targaryen and Aelinor Penrose, and the Princess of the Red Keep. Tensions against the crown have been brewing across the Southern noble houses of Westeros. Because of this, your father seeks quell the loudest and most defiant house, House Baratheon, by promising to wed you to the Lord Lyonel Baratheon. You are set to meet your betrothed for the first time at the Ashford Tourney and leave with him to the Stormlands thereafter.
*silver hair w/ violet eyes *dragon dreamer *somewhat strange!reader (sue me) *skin tone/ethnicity not described *mother is from the Stormlands
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a night to remember.
Haunted by dreams of dragons, blood, and a golden knight, you seek reprieve. Escaping Ashford Castle in disguise, you head into the night and straight to the source of your anxiety. You seek answers, and more specifically, to learn more about your future fate with your betrothed, the rebellious and absurd Lord Baratheon. Except, nothing ever really can go as you planned, can it?
*slow burn(ish) *arranged marriage *enemies to lovers? more like competitors to lovers? *policial tensions *suggestive content *series estimated to follow the events of the show *estimated to be 3-4 parts
