#modern tywin lannister

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modern tywin lannister has a monthly pass to the everyman cinema but thinks every movie made past 1979 is utter shit so he never uses it but joffrey is constantly harassing cersei about how going to the movie theatre is cool and retro and y2k so tri-annually she has to drink 3 whole bottles of red wine in one sitting to work up the courage to call tywin on her iphone 14 and ask if she can take the kids to see the mario movie or something and tywin’s disappointed silence after the “…yes” is so loud she locks herself in her en-suite bathroom and cries silently for half an hour listening to bobby b snore phlegm-ily on his back in the next room. she makes a family day of it when the time comes (herself, joffrey, myrcella, tommen and jaime. obviously. who even is robert baratheon?) and after the movie’s over she insists they go to the m&s down the road so she can buy the most diabolically disgusting ready meals known to man (joffrey holds his nose the entire time they��re in there) and jaime’s like “don’t you have a cook?” and cersei, getting increasingly irritated at the self-serve, is like “we did we had to let him go” but actually he just low-key looked like a young ned so naturally both her and bobby b slept with him so they made him sign an NDA and fired him with 2 days notice

[winter-wise]

ASOIAF modern AU I am working an office job at the generic Lannister Company and it's shit, the company culture is shit but the pay is actually kind of decent and I tell myself I can stick it out. I get stuck in the queue for the office coffee machine behind Tyrion Lannister (we both have insomnia. skipping the morning espresso is not an option). The previous and only time I saw him he was very drunk at an office party and I'm not sure if he remembers and I don't want to ask. His phone keeps buzzing. Apparently his recently disabled older brother is in some kind of Twitter feud with a championship woman fencer for reasons which remain unclear. We bitch about the woefully inadequate workplace disability adjustments for 5-10 mins until the coffee machine is free. We both want height-adjustable desks for our various disabilities but Tywin Lannister is Not splashing out for that. A week later I open my phone to check the morning news and Tyrion Lannister is missing on the run for shooting his father with a fucking crossbow. And scene.

[revivalofadornment]

𝕷𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

[writingsofwesteros]

The slutty Robyn bacherlotte party one!!

Multiple men in one night! I don't think you've done it before. Please do it!!!

I wanna see her get it ON!

AN:Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

~~~~~~~~~~~~TYWIN~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Ah-ah, oh, oh…” The cries of pleasure escaping Robyn were pornographic. They were loud and thankfully the private room was soundproof, much to Tywin’s delight. His dark chuckles echoed in her ear and the room alike as he had her on her hands and knees. The little, pure white dress bunched to her waist and showed off her bare arse.

It was his favourite position; especially with the arse his granddaughter in law had. “Fucking slut..take it…” He moaned; slapping her arse as she pushed back and forth on his fat cock. Gods, when she had first taken it; he had stretched her so deliciously. It had shocked her how well endowed he was.

“Such a whore I have.” Tywin hummed as he roughly began to palm her arse. Robyn grabbed onto the sheets as he bounced her. Fuck, it was so wrong..so dirty, she thought to herself. Her mind was hazy with pleasure as she felt her stomach tightening. It was always so quick and hard; her favourite way.

“Hmm, I bet you’ll even let me fuck you on your wedding day.” He whispered into her ear and moaned when her soaked pussy tightened around him. “I thought so.” Tywin whispered; his smirk only widening as he thrust hard. His stomach was already tightening in pleasure at the idea too.

The feel of his cock brushing against her soaked pussy had Robyn shivering. Gods, he never wore any protection. Well, none of them did as she hid into the sheets below her. With each thrust; the sound of her wetness echoed around as she moaned out his name so prettily again and again.

“Fuck, going to cum inside you. So warm.” Tywin hummed and tugged her hair. The pretty braids became undone much to his amusement as he brought her against his chest. His free hand slowly moved to her fat breasts and began to palm them. Roughly, he pinched at her nipples, knowing how sensitive they were. 

The climax could not be stopped as she cried out his name. His chuckling continued as he smashed their lips together. His harsh thrusting continued as she squirted around his fat cock. His curve hit her spongy spot with ease as she shook against him. Gods, how was Joffrey so rubbish.

His hold on Robyn only tightened and she knew there would be bruises there in the morning. Something else she would have to hide. Those thoughts had her milking Tywin’s cock in excitement as he grunted into her ear. His thrusts became sloppy as she finally began to calm down.

His cum as ever flooded her so easily and began to trickle down his length and then her inner thighs. “Fuck, I did not bring something to stuff you with.” Tywin hummed as he slowly pulled out of her. His hand slapping her arse once more time. “Another time.” Robyn purred teasingly with a wink as she turned around.

She tugged on her dress whilst Tywin hungril watched her breasts spill out for a moment before the little wolf fixed herself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~JAIME~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Robyn’s legs were wrapped around Jamie as he pushed her against the wall. His fat cock pushed easily inside her already full pussy. Gods, she had not meant for this to happen..but how could she stop it now? It felt so good, she whimpered as he tugged on her locks and forced her to lock eyes.

“Hmm, I knew you would not be able to resist.” He purred; the same taunting and smirk that reminded Robyn of his father. She only hummed. There was no need to damage his ego as his thrusts resumed their fast pace. It was not as if she could take her time. Not here; not now anyway. 

Her fingers brushed through his locks as he leaned closer; their noses brushing together before she passionately captured his lips. Her arms looped around his neck and kept him impossibly close. The sound of her wetness echoed as his own moans were getting the best of him and falling out.

Their tongues began to dance as Jaime’s hand softly moved down her body. Gently squeezing her breast for a moment before moving in between her legs. His slender fingers brushed over her sensitive clit that had Robyn jolting. Gods, she was so sensitive; it was near painful. 

She loved it so much. 

His knuckles brushed against her clit as he moved to her neck. Jamie softly mouthed at her neck; nibbling on her sweet skin. Her legs locked on his arse and pulled him deep as his own thrusts quickened. “Yes..so good…” Jaime always loved praise, Robyn realised early on and always lost it.

Just like now. Her praise continued as his thrusts quickened. The pleasure in her stomach was only building with ease. Jaime was lucky she had not squirted around his cock once he had bottomed. But it was not as if this was Robyn’s first time. She softly smirked into his shoulder at the thought.

She hid into his shoulder as her fingers tugged on his locks. He was gentle as he brought her leg over his shoulder. The cry that escaped her had him chuckling as he pushed deep. “Oh…fuck…” Her body shook as her head fell back against the wall behind her. Her clit being rubbed with each thrust.

Soft gasps of pleasure began to escape as she locked eyes with him once more. His own eyes were dark with desire as he leaned in and their lips met once more. Her moans were muted as their tongues danced. Robyn’s eyes began to flutter as her hips rocked to meet his quick movements.

His fat head brushed against her spongy spot finally. Robyn’s cry was sharp and had her hold on him tightening as she squirted around his cock. Jaime was not far behind as he grunted. He hid into her neck as the release came over him and soon; her soaked pussy was full with another man’s cum once more. 

“Hmm, a wedding gift.” Jaime purred into her ear; pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ROBERT~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fuck, she had just wanted a ride home. It is what she tells herself as she’s once again back on her hands and knees. Robert’s much fatter cock pushing deep as she falls back on him repeatedly. “Gods, you are soaked. Hmm, all for me?” He purred down at her; his larger hands groping her arse.

Robyn can only moan and hiccup in pleasure. Her dress had been thrown over his shoulder and her ample breasts were bouncing with each thrust. “Fucking whore.” Robert hummed. The sound of skin slapping easily echoed in the small vehicle. “Clean it.” He purred into her ear darkly.

A soft blush came over Robyn’s face as he pushed her head. The cum from this evening as well as her own wetness had spilled on the seat. “I see my son gave you a gift.” Robert continued to tease but her mouth was full now. He watched in growing arousal as she licked up all that had spilled.

“Fuck, that’s it…good girl.” Robert purred; his thrusts quickening now. He reached for those breasts of hers and began to squeeze them. His jeans brushing against her bare skin had Robyn whining some more as she fell back on his cock. Her pussy was fluttering around as she licked still.

Her legs shook at the position she found herself in. Robert reached for her hair and tugged. “I do wonder what your father would think..his precious girl.” He whispered into her ear. His free hand moved to her bulging stomach and he pressed on. “Oh…oh gods!” The pleasure was intense.

“Hmm, that’s it.” His hand moved to her soaked, sore pussy. His larger, thicker fingers teased her clit without mercy as she tightened around his fat cock just as he enjoyed. “Fuck…hmm, how are you still so tight?” Robert captured her soft lips sloppily. Their tongues moving together as she nearly drooled.

“You take me so well.” Robert hummed; brushing their noses together as they locked eyes. “Please…” Robyn hardly knew what she was begging for at this time but his touching of her clit quickened. He pinched her repeatedly and watched her orgasm rip through her. She clamped down on his thick cock and continued to shake.

Robert watched as she collapsed into the seats. His smirk on place as he thought he’d fucked her so good. “Hmm, there you go…” He purred, rocking his hips as his head fell back. His hands still groped her soft body until his own climax ripped through him. His cum floods her warm, tight pussy.

Gently, he pulled out of her. Robyn still hummed and twitched as she slowly moved onto her back. A softer smile came on his face as he leaned closer. His hands are gently brushing her sides now. “Lets get you home.” He whispered before pressing a soft kiss onto her lips, which Robyn completely melted in for.

Her body was stated; for now, she thought whilst with a groan she moved to sit up. Her hands reached for the dress.

~~~~~~~~~~~~TOMMEN~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She had not even moved up the stairs before her dress was once again pushed up. Her husband to be’s younger brother, had seen her in the house. That face of his was too fucking adorable to resist and she was soon over the couch. “He doesn't deserve you.” Tommen nearly snarled. 

She clutched at the pillows in front of her. His thick cock pushing deep; so much bigger than Joffrey’s. Robyn realised they all were. Gods, why did she get the short straw, she thought as soft moans were pulled from her. “You are so good..too good for him.” He continued to babble without care.

Her toes curled in pleasure as she realised where she was being fucked. Her mind for a moment flashed with memories of Joffrey on his knees. A ring being slipped on her finger. Oh, that was too much, she thought as she clamped on his brother’s cock. Her legs shaking from the pleasure he could give her.

“Tommen…” Robyn moaned out as her head slowly turned to the window. The idea of anyone walking in and seeing this sight. Fuck, the thought had her bouncing back onto his cock. “Yes, yes!” Her stomach was already tightening even after being fucked three times over tonight; she still wanted more.

“I wish I was marrying you.” Tommen’s soft words continued even as his thrusting was anything but. It sent shivers down her spine as she whimpered his name. Gods, he was such a puppy…a fuck hot one that she wanted to keep. She had him wrapped around her little finger; just like the others.

“Shh, you will find someone.” Robyn finally gasped out. Her soft, ample breasts fell from her dress and moved with her rocking. Her hands clutched on the pillows once more as she felt a shorter release moving through her. “I do not want anyone else.” Tommen whined like a baby before his breath hitched.

A smirk came over Robyn’s face at his words before she had her pussy clamping around him. “I’m going to cum in you…he shouldn’t be the only one to have you.” His words were babbling now; the pleasure was too intense and wrapped tight around him. Her dark eyes rolled back as she squirted around him. 

He moaned and leaned over her. His cock pushed deeper an inch before he was flooding her. Fuck, she must be full..she had to be. Her body shook still as she took everything he gave her. His thrusts were sloppy and only a moment later he was at a complete stop. “Hmm, so good.” She whispered her praises.

They worked wonders on him as Tommen burrowed into her neck. “You can’t stay inside me, little lion…anyone could walk in.” She gently reminded him, biting her plump lip to keep herself from laughing when he finally removed himself. It was her turn to be exhausted now as he leaned closer.

“I’ll take you to bed.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~JOFFREY~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sleep was much needed; Robyn did not even remember being placed under the sheets by Tommen. The alarm for the morning had not even rang before she moved on top of Joffrey. He would have to do, she thought to herself as her hand gently cupped his cock. Gods, it was so disappointing compared to what she had experienced last night.

His head moved to the side at her touch but she did not care. She just needed more; one last one. She promised herself she would try to be better. They were to be married after all. those thoughts slowly moved from her as she sank on his cock. A whine escaped her at how small he was but the cum dripping from her had her stomach tightening already. 

Her hands slowly moved up and down his bare chest as she began to bounce. Those dark locks of hers cascading down her back as her head fell. “Hmm…Robyn…” Joffrey moaned as his eyes began to flutter open. They darkened instantly at the sight of her breasts bouncing in front of him.

“Good Morning.” Robyn hummed; a smile brightly on her face as she seemingly glowed. “Fuck..what has brought this on?” He whispered; his hands moving to her sides as he tightened his hold. “Nothing..just wanted to give you a gift.” She purred and slowly leaned closer. Her soft, ample breasts brushed against his chest.

Joffrey hummed as his head fell back onto the pillow. The glorious sight of his wife to be had his cock throbbing already as her pussy fluttered. Soft moans were falling from both of them now; their bodies slapping together echoed. She could feel her release; so close to the edge as his name fell from her.

He was quite proud of himself as only moments later; she was squirting around his cock. Her rocking was slowing and Joffrey took it upon himself to flip them over. Robyn’s soft moans echoed as she looped her arms around his neck. The memories of the night before kept her hot and bothered as he took his pleasure.

[abouquetofdaylillies]

More Texan Lannisters because I have brain rot:

-Joffrey goes hunting once and becomes obsessed with it. He carries deer hooves around in his backpack and taps out rhythms on his desk at school.

-Myrcella always has her hair curled and done up with those huge clip on bows.

-Myrcella catches anoles for Tommen because he isn't fast enough to grab them himself.

-All three children have ATVs and drive them around Casterly Rock without helmets. Joffrey once ran a hiker off of a canyon trail and never told anyone.

-The Casterly Rock dining room has a huge dining table. The center piece is a taxidermied lion. Everyone pretends to like it, and Tommen is terrified of it.

-Cersei calls every woman she meets honey.

-Tyrion is a centrist and Cersei sends him boomery MAGA memes from FB and calls him a woke-ist.

-Cersei hosts slumber parties for Myrcella's cheer team at the Rock, and personally disinvites several little girls because she doesn't think they're pretty enough to be friends with Myrcella.

-Cersei posts bikini selfies on Twitter, she is almost always holding a rifle.

-When Jaime starts dating Brienne, she and Cersei passive aggressively regift each other the same set of unopened scented candles for every holiday and birthday.

[midnight1404]

Im a FTM cersei believer not bc i think testoterone would fix her (he would still follow tywin's philosophy no matter what so) but mostly i just think he is a transphobic trans person, and that he WOULD LOVE pretend being jaime lmao

[crownedtargaryen]

Modern!Bran Stark Headcanons

A/N: honestly, this is just to give context to the one shot I’m writing and I made these in my class. A lot are of him being a silly little Twitch streamer. So, enjoy!! There aren’t a lot of NSFW ones, but shrugs or whatever.

ALL NOTES ARE APPRECIATED! (REBLOGS, LIKES, COMMENTS)

CW: Semi-Publicized Sex, Slurp Slurp Under Da Desk

NSFW 18+ HEADCANONS ARE IN THIS!

Pronouns: She/Her

SFW

He’s a huge gamer, 100%. The average League and Clash Royale player. He’s a variety twitch streamer in his spare time, honestly having a large following!

He works a lot on his upper body strength, keeping himself lean but not buff. He has a tendency to overexert himself a because he’s insecure about his wheelchair, trying to prove he can still be just as strong as his brothers.

Bran is a MASSIVE nerd, holy crap. He has limited edition collectibles and loves to show you them. At cons, he will buy insanely expensive merchandise and you stand there in shock at how much money he throws into those passions of his.

To be honest, he probably wouldn’t have been your friend if you weren’t friends with his siblings. Plus, you grew up with him which is a bonus. You helped him through the emotional distress he felt being now stuck in a wheelchair, encouraging him that you’ll do anything to help him learn to walk again. A naive child, which he constantly teases you for now. When people ask why you’re friends with him, you respond “I find him endearing is all!”

He works a lot on his upper body strength, keeping himself lean but not buff. He has a tendency to overexert himself a because he’s insecure about his wheelchair, trying to prove he can still be just as strong as his brothers.

Bran is a MASSIVE nerd, holy crap. He has limited edition collectibles and loves to show you them. At cons, he will buy insanely expensive merchandise and you stand there in shock at how much money he throws into those passions of his.

To be honest, he probably wouldn’t have been your friend if you weren’t friends with his siblings. Plus, you grew up with him which is a bonus. You helped him through the emotional distress he felt being now stuck in a wheelchair, encouraging him that you’ll do anything to help him learn to walk again. A naive child, which he constantly teases you for now. When people ask why you’re friends with him, you respond “I find him endearing is all!”

He’s had the biggest crush on you since kindergarten and has dedicated his entire love life to pursuing you. But, he has terrible rejection anxiety and so he hesitates to confess his feelings.

His love languages are as follows; Giving - Gift Giving and Semi-Physical Touch ,, Receiving - Physical Touch and Quality Time

He doesn’t show it nor admit it, but he’s SUPER protective of you and sends Jock!Robb and Jock!Jon to beat the crap out of people for you.

His siblings and parents LOVVVE embarrassing him in-front of you. They’ll tell you stupid stories that you weren’t there for, unflattering pictures they take of him they’ll text you, abut what REALLY gets him all flustered and pulling you away to his room to hide is when they drop unsubtle hints about his deep rooted feelings for you

Bran has really gotten used to swallowing down his emotions and hiding them from everyone. You’d have to know everything going on in his life to know how he truly feels.

He definitely went through a cringey stage in middle school, it’s haunted him since. He may need therapy.

Uses the words Pog, Pogchamp, Rizz, Bruh, Moist, and Holly Molay ironically, and repeats them regularly. He won’t stop. Help.

Can and WILL tell you the entire FNAF lore.

Always urging you into his interests and rambles for hours in what he loves. He’ll GLADLY indulge in your likings as well.

He’s on the neurodivergent spectrum. As someone on that spectrum, he totally is. He has special interests and will never stop talking about them while laying in bed with you.

He absolutely ADORES when upon send him videos and pictures you find on Pinterest or TikTok and say “us”

When you aren’t at his house he BEGS you to call him to merely feel your presence. He has insane insomnia when you aren’t with him and needs to call you to sleep.

On ALL his socials other than his Twitch, you’re his pfp. The thing is, he doesn’t pick flattering pictures of you. No. He picks the most meme worthy goofy photos of you and him, just LOVING it. He’s VERY public about your romance.

His stream LOOOVES you and constantly begs him to have you on. He acts like it’s bothersome but he secretly adores the excuse to invite you over. Of course, there are some of his fans that ignore your existence or don’t like you, which you come to realize is because they’re romantically attracted to him and feel you are an obstacle, so they find it better to be harsh or just ignore you all together.

He’ll do a karaoke stream with you and I love to imagine it’s like this video

NSFW

He loves when his family is out and he tells them he’s streaming so you can come over and just ride the fuck out of him in the living room.

He’s a pervy mf, eyeing you up and down always and getting hard-ons CONSTANTLY when he looks at you. It makes you so flustered noticing the huge cock in his pants rock hard and insanely visible due to his size.

Sometimes he’ll plead you to suck him off when he’s streaming, tying to keep himself together as he talks to his chat. He’ll let out soft whimpers and moans, but play them off as frustration. You’re surprised no one has caught on as he pushes your head down and swallows hard to stifle himself.

He’ll suck on your tits randomly. You’ll be cuddling and he’ll move under your shirt, whining softly and peeking through the top of your shirt. You look down at him and laugh, then give him verbal consent to continue. He’ll greedily lap over the buds, feeling up your sides and slowly grinding against your leg like the wolf he is.

He suggests an OnlyFans a few times and a NSFW Twitter, jokingly at first but then genuinely growing interested in the idea. You think it’s just for money, but he wants to show everyone who he belongs to and who belongs to him.

He loves nothing more than thigh fucking you, moaning into your ear and burying his face in your neck as he marks you up.

He has a private Twitter where he posts (with your consent) photos of him with the messiest hickeys on his neck and the scratches on his back after you and him fuck around. His captions are always goofy like “Just got mauled 🤭😏”

He loves when you ride him while he plays games, moaning softly into the mic and gripping your ass, unable to focus as he messes up and swears under his breath, burying his face between your breasts to comfort himself from the frustration.

[it-happened-once-in-a-meme]

ASoIaF/GoT Characters and If They’d See Barbie💗 or Oppenheimer💣 Part 2 (Lannisters, Petyr & Varys)

Part 1

Tywin Lannister: Doesn't really have time for movies. Isn't interested at all in Oppenheimer, what could that movie teach him that he doesn't already know? Maybe Barbie, that servant of his (Arya 😄 hehe) mentioned it once. [Author's note: Can show Tywin and Arya please watch Barbie together? 🥺🥰 Just a little girl and her voluntary fatherly figure employer]

Jaime Lannister: He's just Ken and that's kenough. Can't he be seen as good for once? He's done so much: served as a knight for multiple regents but worked against Aerys when the people weren't safe from him. People always speak of the Kingslayer and talk about dishonour behind his back, not seeing that killing isn't just simply an evil act.

Cersei Lannister: Both. The women should get something about themselves for once. She also wants to look into "the world of men", so Oppenheimer as well.

Joffrey: Are you kidding? Barbie's banned in King's Landing. The ladies need to stop refusing proposals when the lords talk shit about that movie. Pink's a stupid color anyway, let the Boltons have that.

Tommen: Barbie, Ser Pounce gets an extra cute pink tie.

Myrcella: Barbie, she really gets to bond with her mother.

Varys: Illegal network of people handing out copies of Barbie. Someone has to do it.

Petyr Baelish: Movie about a mastermind for someone who sees himself as a mastermind: perfection combination. Also Barbie, he needs to know what all the fuzz is about and whether he should employ some Barbie or Ken lookalikes at his brothel.

Also, he totally watches Barbie with Varys and they discuss both movies afterwards. In great detail. "Oh, what do I see Littlefinger discussing there with the Spider? Are they talking about the politics?" No. No, they aren't. They're talking about Barbie.

[naggascradle]

really i think the red wedding is perhaps one of the best moments in modern literary history because its soooo much more than just that one scene ive said it once and ill say it again nothing in asoiaf is a complete and utter shock twist everything is foreshadowed like being woven into a great tapestry of everything that happens. the red wedding is foreshadowed so much you feel it looming over every narrative involved and i really do believe the cultural consciousness of the spoiler that it will happen improves the reading for the red wedding. you know that sickening feeling that everyone here involved is doomed and there's nothing youu can do to stop it. daenerys's vision of a king with a wolf head surrounded at a feast of the dead a whole book before it even takes place. the emphasizing of how you should never ever ever ever violate the laws of hospitality its a crime against the gods and catelyn continuing to push that they should eat first no more matter what. the legend of the rat cook and the gods anger over it. and then you realize not only is the red wedding a tragedy but it is just the beginning and a narrative device that will span every house involved and their downfalls. it is by design that tywin lannister plans it and he's dead by the end of the same book along with his grandson. oh red wedding you will always be famous i love you so dearly and i cannot wait to read the fabulous horror of the demise that lord walder frey will meet

[just-some-random-blogger]

Brat Hours

You dramatically react to an issue involving your friends and so Billionaire Entrepreneur, Lanniscorp CEO Tywin Lannister takes your phone, makes you an offer that makes you panic, then fucks your panic away.

Modern!Tywin Lannister x Reader | 5k+ | cw: fem!reader, crack fic kinda, implied sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamic, age difference, pwp tbh, smut (bdsm, brat/brat tamer, daddy kink, degradation kink, bondage [belt], teasing, edging, fingering, piv, mild spit kink, dumbification kinda, breeding kink, cockwarming, biting, marking), fluff, etc.

A/N: im so down bad for this old man that the plot ends at 1k 😀 cross posted on ao3. Please consider donating €5 to Rital's GoFundMe, so that she and her family can evacuate Gaza.

Tagging: @ceoofyearning sabi mo tag kita wag mo ko block

Tywin Lannister lifts his gaze from his computer screen, eyes narrowing at the sight across the room. His desk is positioned in front of a window that looked out to the large expanse of the Casterly Rock estate. Directly in front of him, laid upon his massive bed, there, I sprawled, squealing into a pillow, wallowing in the velvety sheets.

He leans back into his leather office chair, stretching out an arm. He rests his palm on his oak desk, "will I be hounded for concert tickets to some smelly half-wit vocalist's concert again?"

His stubbly jaw clenches as he awaits a reply. He gets none.

I throw my phone onto the pillows and stand. I start pacing around the bed.

Tywin calls my name.

It does not register. I jump back into the sheets and continue to scroll on my phone. After I yelp and sit up, I flinch when he calls my name sternly.

Tywin shakes his head and sighs. He raises a hand and beckons me over with two fingers.

I chew my lower lip and rub my thighs. My skin is cool to the touch, as I only had booty shorts and an old band tee of The White Walkers on. Tywin hated it.

I sluggishly walk over to him, dread lumping in my stomach as I take in the old man's expression. "I didn't do anything wrong," I pipe up.

Tywin turns his chair to the side, anticipating my arrival. He spreads his legs, giving me perfect view of his well-ironed, grey dress pants. He opens his arms out for me, and I gratefully take my seat on his lap, my bum on one thigh and my legs in the middle of his. He links his hands together, resting them on my hip bone, "then who would cause a troublemaker so much trouble?"

I drop my head and peer up at him through my lashes, unable to fully meet his gaze knowing what I would have to say to him.

I nestle my face into his neck. One hand sneaks its way around his back, the other fondles with his white dress shirt. I undo two buttons as I take in his rich, earthy scent.

Immediately, he understands what is happening, "speak, girl, even if it's petty."

"But it's hella petty."

Tywin sighs and tries to look at my face. He cannot, so he instead turns his chair back to his computer and pulls us closer to his desk, "I cannot help you if you do not tell me what ails you."

I scowl when his hands leave me to go back to typing on his keyboard. I pull away from the comfort of his shoulder to show him my displeasure.

He ignores me.

My pout exaggerates, "nooooooo."

"No?" he spares me a raised eyebrow, "so you want my attention?"

I furrow my brows and cross my arms, "no."

"Funny," he looks back at his computer, "I was certain you'd sooner perish than be rid of it."

I sound off, offended and annoyed.

He clicks on his mouse, then scrolls through his emails.

I shoot him a nasty look.

He mumbles whilst reading the text on his computer screen, momentarily making a face because of whatever he reads.

My annoyance festers.

He begins to type his response.

I grumble, "Tywin."

He continues typing.

"Tywin," I groan and whine, "I want your attention."

He leans back on his chair again, hands coming down to his armrest. We stare at each other for a moment, I knew, because he was waiting for me to take it down a notch. He tilts head, "sit properly then, girl."

I make an annoyed sound, tightening my lips.

Tywin acknowledges the challenge and simply squashes it, "will you really make me repeat myself?"

I scoff, "I don't even like sitting on your lap."

He chuckles, deep and gutteral, annoyed and amused at once. It makes my stomach do flips. He motions with his pointer, "then get off."

I growl and straddle his lap, sitting on him 'properly'. I wrap my arms around him and nuzzle back into his neck, "stop telling my what to fucking do."

He nostrils flare. His thorax emits a low hum. He scratches his nails on my back then digs one hand into the roots of my hair. He tugs my head back, forcing me to turn to him, "watch your mouth, else I'll put it to good use-"

"Try me-"

"-I'll make you record the Lannister jingle for me."

My eye twitches. I pull away and sit up straight.

His expression shifts, knowing how much I fucking loathe his company's stupid-ass jingle. My lips curl in disgust, "yuck, the fu-- the... heck."

Tywin's lips curl slightly upward. His one hand rests on the curve of my bum, the other rests on my cheek. He swipes my lips with his thumb then brings that hand opposite the other, "filthy girl."

I scowl again.

He leans on his headrest and shakes his head, "will you speak, or shall I return to Mr. Baelish and his Vale proposal?"

My brows relax at the mention, "he's proposing something in the Vale?"

"Mmm. Undoubtedly a plot to get a promotion," he says, swiveling to reach out for his keyboard.

I swat his hand and place it back in my side.

Tywin looks back at me.

I growl and brush my hair back in annoyance. With a deep sigh, I cross my arms, looking down at my lap. I feel him looking at me, so I toy with his belt to distract myself from his scorching gaze.

He does not appreciate it, "behave."

"I ammmm."

He does not respond.

I sigh again and finally look up at him, "you know that show I watch?"

He places his hands on my thighs, his large, warm palm heats up the area, "the ghastly one about looney blondes?"

"Mmm."

"Yes. Are they finally cancelling it?"

I turn to his chest and trace the opening of his shirt with my fingers, "opposite actually. They renewed it and my moots are killing each other."

I look up at him when he does not respond.

"Online friends," I correct and drop my hand.

He furrows his brows, "so? Let them die."

I inhale deeply, "Tywin-"

"No," he raises a finger, "I understand these online friends of yours mean something to you, but if they are causing you to scream and roll around the bed over an idiotic programme, then you're more simple minded than you've let on."

I scoff, "why not just call me a slur?"

He slips a hand underneath my shirt, rubbing my sides, "I will never understand why such an exquisite creature finds such entertainment in something so dull anyway."

"Hey, it's not that bad, plus I'm only watching the show for Smith Matthews."

He hums, "and what shall we do with the people vexing you over that show?"

"They're not vexing me, they're destroying themselves over opinions on fictional characters and started bringing personal agendas into it."

Tywin watches as a line forms between my brows.

"It's seriously making me anxious because, oh my gosh, it's not that deep," I sigh, resting my hands on his shoulder.

He stares at me for a moment, "show me."

Without another word, I stand up, get my phone from the bed, and sit back down on him. I open my app and begin to drone about the details of the drama.

"Which user is doing this again?"

I show him my screen and he takes my phone, staring at my following list as I explain what happened, "--and then she was like, 'no fucking way' then posted this whole-ass thing about-"

"I've blocked them," he hands me back my phone.

My soul escapes me, "w h a t?"

"I believe the feature was created precisely for moments like thi-"

"DID YOU ACTUALLY?!" I gasp, "OH MY GODS, OH MY GODS--"

Tywin watches as I frantically look through my phone. My expression drops and my heart races as I swipe the screen, seeing that I, in fact, was now following significantly less people. I frantically unblock them.

"TYWIN, YOU BLOCKED PEOPLE NOT EVEN PART OF THE-"

"Enough!" he grabs my phone and chucks it onto his desk.

I stare at him and clench my jaw. My adrenaline is pumping, and so I take it out on his arms, squeezing his biceps until he groans and grabs my hands.

"Your calamity is imagined," he mutters. He rubs my shoulders, "do not waste your time on people you'll not even meet."

"IT'S NOT IMAGINED!" I shake my hands, "IT'S REAL TO ME!"

He flinches at my shriek. He releases me and sighs.

"You can't just do stuff like that!" I whine, feeling my eyes water, "this is like if I went through your emails and deleted the ones that annoyed you."

He purses his lips. He takes a moment before sighing his response, "so? What would you have me do?"

I glare at him and scratch my eyes.

"Hmm?" he shrugs his leg, nudging me on his lap, "is all that's left? For you to cry about your digital pals?"

"grAH! It's not like I can just follow them back and say someone took my-- no wait... I can just say that!"

Tywin raises his brows as I turn to take my phone. Before I can do anything though, he shakes his head, "I thought interacting with them 'freaked you out?'"

"Yes, but I can't just-"

"I'll have their accounts suspended." 

I raise my brows as he turns to his desktop.

"What's that app called? I'm sure it will be easy to get someone to-"

"No-- honey, that's so dramatic," I place my hands in his chest.

He turns to me with a raised brow, "now it's dramatic?"

"You're talking about suspending accounts just because!"

"Because they bother you," he rebuts, face dead serious.

His deadpan makes my stomach roll. I gulp and feel my heart race.

"Besides, what's one more bloody email to me when I've gone through hundreds?"

My breathing begins to grow heavy, but no longer because of my internet dilemma.

He averts his attention to his computer, "now tell me the name of that stupid app."

I take a deep breath and chew on my lip. I place my phone down and slump as I look at him, "you like me so much you'd waste your time on this?"

If it was possible, Tywin's deadpan drops even more. 

I lick my lips and hold back a laugh, momentarily grinding down on him.

He turns to me.

I mutter, "my stomach feels fuzzy."

"Because of your internet issue?" he leans his head back.

"Hmm... and cos I like how much you like me."

I catch the slight glimmer in his eyes, though he tries not to betray his deadpan.

I sniffle for effect and shrug. I rub our noses together and bite my lower lip, "Mr. Lannister, do you have a crush on me?"

His brows quirk and he is unable to conceal his chuckle. He breaks into a groan and rubs his hands up my back, "what irritating creature you are."

My breath hitches as he leans in for a kiss. It was a chaste one, one that meant to show affection or even soothe. In truth, it was slightly surprising, considering his affections were mostly tangible. I pull away to giggle at him and grasp his cheeks, "you like annoying girlies?"

"Careful now, girl" Tywin narrows his eyes, "I enjoy you, but be careful."

"Mmm," I nudge his face with my nose, "and how would you like to enjoy me, kitty?" I bring my hands to his belt.

"Gagged."

I chuckle as I undo his buckle, "but milorddd--"

He gruffs.

"--I want you to use this on my wrists."

Tywin draws a deep breath, "the brat wants to be bound, does she?"

I nod slowly and pull his belt off. I hang the black leather on me like a scarf and grab his face, kissing him greedily. I shift on his lap and grind down on him. I chuckle when I feel him hardness through my shorts.

"Where do you want to enjoy me, daddy?" I mutter before licking a stripe up his neck.

He groans, "on my desk, whore."

He doesn't have to tell me twice as I shove his things out of the way to make room for myself on the surface. I lie on my back, curling my legs up as I excitedly loop the belt.

"On your belly," he commands.

"Nooo," I whine as I willingly trap my wrists in knot I prepared, "wanna see you. Wanna see you get tired as you fuck me."

Tywin grabs his belt and tightens my bounds, "filthy brat."

I giggle then huff as he yanks my arms up and positions me on his desk. He pushes the hand that held my bound ones above my head and looks down at me. I stretch my legs and wrap them around his waist, "love seeing your face when you come in me, daddy."

"Mmm," he leans and grinds down on my steadily dampening core, "you like seeing me use you like a clock sleeve?"

My breathing strains. I nod with enthusiasm, "all I'm good for."

He hums again, deeply pleased. He grinds rougher into me, causing me to shift from my spot. He grabs my thigh with his free hand and repositions me, "you know your place-"

I grind my hips, meeting his rhythm.

"-yet you somehow believe I should reward you for being a whore," he mutters, stopping his movements.

I make a sound at the lack of friction and seal him tighter around my legs.

"So audacious in your need," he digs his fingers into the garter of my shorts, "beg for it."

"Please," I lick my lower lip, "I need you-- need you to fuck me- use me like toy-"

"Desperate hussy," he pulls my shorts down.

Just as he said, I desperately wiggle to help him pull my shorts off with one hand. He chuckles and sinks his face into my neck, taking in my scent then nipping my skin.

"Let's see how desperate you are," he whispers hotly against my ear.

He rids me fully of my bottoms. He fastens my legs back around him then grinds down into me once more. The friction of his pants on my bare cunt makes me hiss. I moan and throw my head back, adjusting my hips until it feels good. The sound that leaves me when he rubs me the right way is nasty.

Tywin simultaneously moans and sighs. His nails scratch up my thigh and he squeezes my hips before continuing the travel to my breast. He pushes my shirt up and kneads my fleshy lumps. He hums in approval when I arch my back.

"Please. More," I whimper, looking up at him.

He tilts his head, "more what?"

"More you," my hands begin to strain as I overcome with the need to touch him.

He senses it and tightens my bounds, making me whimper. He renews his grip on my wrists then brings his other to inspect the building mess between my thighs.

I moan when he rubs my clit. He pulls back and inspects my arousal. He wets his two fingers with my slick before sinking into me. I whine at his prodding, jaw hanging low, hips grinding into him, "Tywin."

"So soft," he pumps his fingers into me, "so fuckable."

My stomach tightens at the wet sounds of his ministrations, and in turn, I clench around his fingers.

He moans my name, making my stomach flip. He rubs his palm into my clit, "your cunt's hungry for my fingers."

I moan, needing more friction. I pant like a depraved animal, "more, fuck, please."

Tywin basks in the way he makes me tick. He tunes in to the sounds I emit as my folds leak more and more.

I whimper when he pulls out and brings his fingers to my lips. Without any thought, I dutifully clean them, lapping evidence of myself off his digits. I graze his skin with my teeth as he pulls out with a pop. He chuckles, "dirty work for a dirty girl."

"Yes, please, I'm a dirty girl."

I yelp when he grabs me by the throat and pushes my head back. He does not choke me per se, but there is pressure in his hold. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head, "again, you think you deserve a reward for being a harlot?"

"No, daddy," I whine, "being a needy whore doesn't win me prizes."

"Mmm," he trails his hands back down to my breast.

"But it does make your cock hard," I sigh as I roll my hips.

This sets Tywin off. It's a visible change. He proceeds to rub my clit to prove a point, and clearly the point is to make me writhe and come all over his desk.

I moan unabashedly, something he's always loved about me. I whine his name and chant agreements, encouraging his finger fucking. I roll my hips and arch my back even more. I throw my head back and feel my neck strain as I chase the building pleasure he was supplying.

And I really shouldn't have been surprised, but he stops just as my orgasm was dawning.

I look at him, teary eyed from the loss of my incoming high. I pout and whine.

"Beg."

"Please, please,  I wanna come, baby. I need it. I need it, I want it."

Tywin teases me with his thumbs.

I let out a strangled moan, feeling my body quake, "mmm-- daddy, please. I need you! I need you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me with your fingers, with your cock, oh- fuck- want you to come in me and spit in my mouth and ruin me."

Tywin groans and shakes his head, "you truly are a depraved little whore, aren't you?"

I moan and nod, "yes. Yes, I am. I need it so bad, daddy, it hurts. My pussy needs you-"

He grabs my jaw, squeezing it to keep it open, "you want my spit in your mouth?"

I nod rapidly and stick my tongue out.

"You will not get everything that you want, slut," he says, releasing me to undo his pants with one hand.

I pant as I watch him free himself. When he does, my cunt quakes in anticipation, aching to be filled. I spread my legs, bringing my knees to my sides. My brows furrow in concentration, "please, please, please, I need your cock. Use me, please. I need you--"

My words are cut off by him finally driving into me. I squeal in excitement. I groan and tightly grip on the belt as much as I can. He thrusts into me with little regard for anything but himself. He gets lost in his thrusts. He presses his hand into my inner thigh and pushes my leg down. He pulls the belt on my wrists and pistons harder.

I cry out in approval. I mumble incoherent words of praise and encouragement in manner that scratches my throat.

Tywin eventually releases his hold on my bounds in lieu of rubbing my clit. At the same time, he thrusts slower and deeper, making me throw my head back in pleasure.

"Fuck! Just like that. That feels so fucking good, mmm fuck-"

He drags out his cock even slower, withdrawing until he's nearly out then sinking back in till his stones hit my ass. His deft fingers, wet with my lust for him, rapidly rub my clit in a fast and delicious pace. I squeal when he sporadically slaps into me, only to draw back out in a languid manner again.

My eyes begin to water and my belly trembles at the ministrations.

I whine on beat with his thrusts when he grabs my hips with his large hands and plunges deep, bullying my cunt with short and shallow shoves. My breathing is loud and hard as I wrangle out of my bounds, dying to touch him as he makes my pussy flutter. Seeing this, Tywin growls and pushes my hands back down, "stupid whore. Lay down and take it."

I make a squeaky noise, "wanna touch you- needa touch you."

"Were you not the one who asked for this?" he groans through laboured breath, "are you so dumb fucked already you've forgotten?"

I squeal and feel my breath get knocked out of me when he returns to a more brutish pace, holding me down by my decolletage. My body jolts on impact, in turn, making the desk creak and the objects upon it jostle. My salivating mouth chokes out a response, "no-- wanna to- wan' touch you, da-" I whine, "please."

"Greedy come slut."

I let out a broken moan, "lovie, please- please. Wanna touch- wanna pull you close--"

"I'm inside you," he chuckles darkly, one hand tightening around my throat.

The lack of oxygen and his thrusts make me see stars.

The next moment, he begins to fuck me slowly again, grinding into me in a moderate tempo. He stuffs his thumb into my mouth, effectively muffling my whines. I haughtily suck on his finger. With the new found quiet, the wet slapping and thrusting was now audible to anyone earshot. The sounds makes my belly wild with lust.

"Look at you," he mumbles as he does just that. He looks at me as I suck on his thumb and mewl; he watches as his cock disappears into core, my puffy lips parting with every thrust, "so eager for my seed."

I pathetically sound off at the idea, rolling my hips as I did.

"Shall I put an heir into your belly, pet?" he releases my wrists, bringing the now free hand onto my stomach, "my pretty girl."

I gag at the idea, nibbling down on his thumb as I desperately wiggle the belt off my hands. Tywin ignores me as the fantasy of fucking me pregnant clouds his mind. His breath strains as he rubs a side of my stomach, "though, I do like painting your skin with my seed."

I whimper and furrow my brows. I choke on his thumb as I mutter, "no, inside. Inside, please!"

Tywin is snapped out of his fantasies and pulls his thumb out of my mouth. He tilts his head as he watches me struggle out of the belt, "oh? You think you deserve that?"

I make a frustrated sound as I free myself from my bounds. All the while, Tywin uses his wet thumb to slowly draw circles on my clit.

I gasp when I finally manage to shrug the belt off my wrists.

Lost in the thought again, Tywin continues with his steady and deep pistoning. He imagines how my body might change to accommodate his child, how my belly will grow, how my breasts will heavy, how my slick will sweeten. He hums and curses under his breath. He doesn't actually want an heir, he doesn't think, but gods fantasy of it all.

"Need it," I whimper, reaching out to him. I grab his dress shirt and scratch the sides of his ribs. I lick my lips and debate ripping the his shirt open, but don't want to deal with repercussions of flying buttons nor what he'll do to me for destroying his shirt. I hastily unbutton his top and rub the expanse of his chest. My hands run up to his neck. I massage his shoulders and pull him close, lifting my head up to kiss him.

Tywin leans down, lips finding my own, but just before I can deepen our kiss, he pulls away and clutches my jaw, "I asked if you deserve it, my stupid fuck-toy," he rests his forehead on my temple, "not if you need it."

As this point, his movements slow then cease altogether. I whine in protest.

He clicks his tongue and rubs my thighs, "use your words, darling."

I continue to whine as I scratch as his nape. "I deserve it," I stretch out, peppering kisses all over his face. He leans into me. I lick his lower lip, " 'm a good girl, officer. So good."

He groans when I begin to roll my hips again. He grips the curve of my ass and shakes his head, "your whorish nature proves overwise."

"Please, please, please--"

"Will you cry to me about your woes and then cry again when I take action?"

I rapidly shake my head, "never. Never, lovie."

Tywin hums and rubs his nose on my cheek.

"Please," I beg, "please," I urge, "please."

He kisses my jaw and begins to move again. I squeal in relief and nip at his ear.

"Since you asked so nicely," he mutters, propping himself up on his palms.

I shift my weight on my elbows and chase after his mouth. I give him messy kisses and make it a point to catch his lips between my teeth at least once. Though normally, he would see this as an act worth punishing, in the moment, he did not care. He, quite frankly, loved the neediness, not that's he'd say that out loud.

Tywin loses himself as he bucks into a thorough pace. He plows into me with enough force to make his desk squeak and thud in protest. I meet his movements with the grinding of my hips and wanton pants. Amidst all the sensations, I feel my climax quickly drawing near.

"Yeah, baby, so good. So good."

He grunts as he squeezes the flesh on my hips. He pushes my knees back with one hand as the other rubs down to the small of my back, "you like that?"

I claw at his shoulder, dig my fingers into his nape, and rapidly nod, mumbling in mindless agreement. He huffs, looking down at me in self-satisfaction, wholly enjoying the reaction he was garnering. He spectates the wet slapping of our skin and the shuddering of my belly. He rubs circles on my clit.

"Fuck, Tywin."

He hums, "such sweet sounds."

I drop my head back.

"Prove your obedience then. Come on my cock."

I whimper his name out repeatedly and chase my incoming high.

Tywin pounds into me with more vigor, rougher and harder and more desperate.

I feel my belly begin to tighten. I howl and pull him close. I bring my mouth to his neck and graze him my teeth. I sigh and lick his skin before sucking the area, "give it to me, gimme, baby-- need it, need'a-"

His mouth finds mine and we share a heated kiss. He pushes me flat on the desk, hands on my shoulder and hip. He grips me tightly as he stokes the fire building inside him. He flicks his hips at a desperate pace and his expression displays his single-mindedness: his brows furrow, his jaw drops. My own face makes known how intoxicating it all was. Much as I wanted to watch him come, the twitch of my features prevent me from doing so, and soon enough, my eyes screw shut to focus on my pleasure.

Tywin's nails bite into my skin, and with two strong, distinct plunges, he grunts and releases his lustful heat. He continues to fuck me through his peak, and I feel him throb as he sighs deeply in ecstacy.

Quickly after, I let out a throaty squeal as my body breaks into burning bliss. My spine twists and my thighs shake as I feel my come spill down my ass onto the wood supporting my weight. I heave heavily through my open mouth and squeeze the arm pushing my shoulder down with both my hands. I lick his fingers as I grind into him, riding out my climax.

He begins to falter moments later. I wrap my legs around his waist and seal him in place. My body buzzes as he caresses my neck and rubs my lips with his thumb.

Breathlessly, he praises, "good girl."

My belly tingles and my eyes open to his look of bliss. I lick his thumb then kiss it, pulling his hand off me to then kiss his palm, "thank you, daddy."

Tywin takes a couple open-mouthed breaths as he examines me. He kneads my exposed breast then rubs down my belly. He licks his lips, evidently satisfied. I whimper as I push myself up and bury my face into the crook of his neck. I sneak my arms underneath his open shirt and pepper kisses on his skin, licking, nibbling, and doting on him.

He's accustomed to how I get after a good fucking, and though his sigh was that of content, it was also something else. He places his hands on the curve of my hips and nudges me with his nose, "I have work to do, needy pup."

I bite his neck hard enough to make him react. He calls my name out as a warning. "Wanna stay like this," I whisper hotly against his ear.

He sighs again as my lips kiss their way to his. He knits his brows but returns my affection.

I drape my arms over his shoulders, one hand combing through his white hair, "don't want my old man to be cold."

Tywin makes a disapproving sound at my feigned concern. He rolls his eyes and I simply giggle, knowing even in his annoyance, he'd let me have my way. "You will not distract me," says the man with his serious Lannister™ voice.

I am immensely undeterred and overly confident in my post-sex state, and so I stick my tongue out through my teeth before shaking my head. He sighs yet again, shaking his head as he tries to push me off. I whine and scowl in offense, tightening my arms and legs around him. The man knows it's futile, and yet he continues to push me back, as he also knows he will let himself get distracted once this work stokes his ire.

Coming to terms with his defeat, he stops pushing me off. I pull my lips into a pleased smile and look at him.

He raises his brow and warns, "you will not speak a word unless spoken to."

My stomach rolls at the severity of his tone.

"And you will not complain about how I'm ignoring you, nor long it's taking me to complete my work while you are nestled on my lap."

I chew my lip and tilt my head, "can I complain if I'm off you?"

"Yes."

I nod, "okay, kitty meow meow, sit down on your chair then."

Tywin's brow quirks.

I blink expectantly, "come on, honey. With all the exercise we do, I'm sure you can manage to get us on your chair."

He glares at me, but I simply do not care. I grin and rub the line between his brows.

With a grunt from him and a giggle from me, we end up on his chair. I kiss his cheek and rub his shoulders, "good boy."

He ignores me and rolls his chair towards his desk with slight difficulty. He arranges his things and wipes down the wet blob on his desk with a tissue, "dirty temptress."

I chuckle and rest my head on his shoulder.

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[sansawargs]

modern jaime to me is a nepo baby where he went to law school because his big republican politician/businessman daddy wants him to follow in his footsteps except his heart isnt in it at all but he really wants the approval so he kinda tries but really he’s coasting through uni on his charm and good looks. he has a jack schlossberg type social media presence where it’s 1/3 thirst traps, 1/3 kinda insane genuine posting and 1/3 indescifrable politics and he gets a ton of reactions like “why is senator tywin lannister’s son kinda….” and he has people courting him for appearances but he turns em all down cause he can’t be bothered. he follows like 7 people on insta and two are his siblings. he comments hearts and fire emojis on all of cersei’s photos. a candid photo of them together being really close goes semiviral without context cause they’re attractive and people start posting them with “me and who” and “butchfemme couples <3” caption and the comments are full of “do they know” “theyre twins! hope this helps!” “bestie delete this”.he gets scouted to model and he agrees only because he has nothing better to do and it’s good for his ego and this infuriates tywin because he’ll never be taken seriously now and jaime realizes hes actually good at it and that he doesn’t care about law so he keeps on doing it

[imfromthemiddlekingdom]

People who don’t understand how feudalism works and tries to shoehorn in our modern sensibilities into said world with very clear world building and set rules in place are the bane of my existence.

In ASOIAF, bastards cannot inherit anything unless legitimized and have no trueborn relatives to inherit their seats. It doesn’t matter if they are “recognized” as trueborn by their parents if other people doubt and have ‘convincing’ proof that they are bastards. And being recognized as trueborn does not equate to being legitimized because in order for someone to be legitimized, they have to first be acknowledged as baseborn to begin with.

The books are more ambiguous since Rhaenys had Baratheon black hair and purple eyes, but even she had the purple eyes of her father. But no matter how people might interpret the Strong boys’ appearance, it was made pretty damn clear that they were bastards. The parallels between Rhaenyra/Harwin and Cersei/Jamie, cannot be made more clear with how both of them are present when their paramours were birthing their child. Harwin was present during the birth of Lucerys and Jamie was present for the birth of Joffrey. It literally cannot be more of a parallel between the three golden Lannister bastards of the Queen and the three brown haired bastards of a Princess.

‘Oh but Laenor claimed them as his own!’ So did Robert. ‘Corlys had no problem with Luke being heir of Driftmark!’ And Tywin upheld that his grandkids were legitimate until he died. Plus even overlooking Corlys’ ambitions, have you gave any thought to how things would pan out if he came out and said that the kings favorite child cuckholded his heir? Viserys wouldn’t stand for any slander against Rhaenyra as proven by the Driftmark incident and his inaction after Vaemond was fed to his daughters dragon and the silent five so what makes you think that he would over look Corlys ‘slandering’ his daughter?

If Corlys came out after Jace’s birth and denounced him and Rhaenyra, not only would his life be forfeit, his house’s legacy would be completely ruined. There’s no doubt that Viserys would commit terrible injustices to protect Rhaenyra, seeing how he was one of the three candidates for the culprit of the Harrenhal fire. He’s ambitious not dumb and going against the favored child of the king and the favorite niece of the person who wields dark sister and rides one of the largest dragons alive would be like volunteering to put your head and all of your loved ones heads on the chopping block.

If he had doubts about the Strong boys’ legitimate cannot do anything about it. Not when Viserys is so protective of Rhaenyra.

Bastards cannot inherit unless legitimized and to be legitimized is to proclaim to the realm that they were born out of wedlock to begin with. The Strong boys have not been legitimized since they were never declared to be illegitimate but anyone with eyes can tell that they aren’t trueborn.

Within the confines of GRRM’s world building, passing illegitimate offsprings as legitimate is a crime punishable by death or a life of servitude to the faith. Within royalty, it’s tantamount to high treason with the only punishment being the death of the adulterer. The only reason Rhaenyra wasn’t penalized by law was because she held the favor of a king. But that doesn’t mean she wasn’t penalized by the masses because she was shown to be an oath-breaker. Because that’s what adultery is in ASOIAF, it’s oathbreaking. (Literally the whole reason Catelyn and Ned’s marriage was so fraught with tension in the beginning was because she thought Ned broke his oath.)

Sure in modern day society, if you and your husband consent to an open relationship which results in children and he adopts them, then in the eyes of the law the child is his legitimately and he is their father. But once again, in a feudal setting, adoption, especially as a noble, doesn’t exists.

Blood matters a whole lot in ASOIAF, Robert was not only able to take the throne through right of conquest but also right of blood through his grandmother. Legitimacy was tantamount. You can make the argument that Jace would’ve been fine to inherit the Iron Throne through the blood of his mother that was running through his veins but Luke had no Velaryon blood in his veins bar what’s left of Alyssa Velaryon which was four generations ago. It’s like saying Jon can inherit Runestone since his great-great grandmother was a Royce.

Even if Rhaenyra ascended the throne without opposition. She shot Jace in the foot with her remarriage to Daemon and subsequently producing two trueborn sons. If the dance of dragons didn’t occur between the black and greens, somewhere down the line, some grasping lord unsatisfied with a bastard ruling them would push to get Aegon on the throne no matter the cost.

[writingsofwesteros]

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Can I get a full request smut writing for this ask!! Please? I've been missing slutty robyn

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

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Gods, Robyn wondered not for the first time why she bothered to make any effort with her husband to be. It was no wonder she sort out such pleasures somewhere else but she was trying to be better. She could do this. The soft red matched those thick locks of hers perfectly as they cascaded down her back. Her painted nails were blood red as they moved down the staircase she walked.

She tried her hardest to ignore the eyes on her; the ones that should not be on her. It seemed the one who should be watching had his attention elsewhere. It was nothing new, Robyn thought as she continued to focus on the task at hand even as she subtly began to rub her thighs together at the sight of her father-in-law to be in that suit. Gods, was he always that big?

Still, she could not get so distracted. A soft, subtly shake of her head had Jaime stepping back from taking her delicate hand. He was usually the easiest to get rid of, she thought to herself whilst moving into the room. Robyn’s annoyance only seemed to rise some more as she was completely ignored by Joffrey as his cups were refilled and downed.

“I see my son still has no manners.” Robert’s deep voice whispered into her ear as he moved from behind her. His hand was subtly resting on her hip now as the dress was tugged up. Still, Robyn kept her ground and only looked ahead. “Hmm, are you trying to be good?” He continued; leaning in. He was far too close for this to be proper.

Robyn supposed he had been closer…they all had. “No..I don’t think you know how to be good.” Robert purred. His hardening cock brushed against her from behind as Robyn gulped. Her eyes darkened in desire as she began to chew on her bottom lip. She could feel her stomach begin to tighten in anticipation. 

No, she would be stronger, she thought to herself even as her body was humming. It seemed Robert knew of her struggle as he smirked and slowly stepped away. His larger hand brushing over her arse for a moment whilst Robyn only stared ahead. Joffrey’s attention as ever not coming onto her as he downed another drink.

—- TYWIN —-

His fingers were tangled in her locks of hair as Tywin only pulled her closer. Robyn was gagging around his fat, throbbing cock as she moaned and whined against him. The vibration had Tywin groaning; his hips thrusting for a moment. “Fucking whore…” He grunted out as he kept her against his still clothed stomach after having made her strip her clothings.

Gods, this was not what she had wanted, Robyn thought as she fought against rubbing her thighs together. She was supposed to be just for Joffrey tonight. Still..this did not count, right? Only her mouth was being used. Robyn tried to defend herself as she gagged so prettily around his fat cock once more as his thrusts only quickened. 

Those doe eyes of hers slowly looked up to the Old lion as his face was screwing up easily with the pleasure she gave him. Tywin moaned even more as he stared down; watching as her hot mouth swallowed him. His hold in her hair continued as he bobbed her up and down. Her drool is already dripping down his length now.

“If only he could see you now.” Tywin always enjoyed taunting her. It seemingly got him off quickly and hot. Robyn whined and her tongue slowly licked at his leaking, mushroom head as she moaned and sucked. “Fuck, that’s it..” He tried to keep himself calm but the intense pleasure was soon ripping through him.

He kept her against his stomach as his cock pushed deeper. His cum easily flooded her mouth as she whimpered and moaned. Her tongue slowly moved over his length as she still sucked on him. Her eyes rolled back as he groaned out her name. Tywin began slow strokes as her body shook with growing pleasure.

– ROBERT–

Robyn had only rested on the counter for a moment; still completely bare as Tywin left with a slap on her arse. She should have known better. “Oh, is this a treat for me?” Robyn had not noticed her father in law to be moving in behind her. She had forgotten this was his bathroom. “Fucking creamy as ever.” He purred as his larger hand cupped her weeping pussy.

“Robert…I…” The words hardly escaped her before his fat, leaking cock was pushing in. her toes were curling as her eyes rolled. The pleasure that had been rising inside her with Tywin’s cock in her mouth was now pushing over. Her inner thighs were completely soaked with her wetness as she whimpered and moaned his name at the delicious stretch.

He groaned and watched the sight of her soft, soaked lips parting for him as he only pushed deeper. “Still so tight.” Robert purred; his larger hands beginning to palm at her arse. He spread her cheeks apart to watch the view. Her legs were shaking as he bottomed out. Those soft, ample breasts of hers pushed against the counter.

“Robert…ah-ah.” His hand snaked around her stomach. Those thicker fingers brushed over her too sensitive clit. The touch alone was enough to push Robyn over the edge. She began to squirt around his fat cock as he pounded away. “Don’t…not inside…” She began to babble out as his hand grabbed at her hair.

Of course, he did not listen. He pushed deeper and his cum was flooding her creamy pussy. She collapsed onto the counter as Robert pounded away. His larger hand on her hip as he kept her still. The sounds of her moans muffled as she bounced back and forth on him before his thrusts were becoming sloppy.

–JAIME–

Robyn should have known better to stay in such a state. She had only wanted to wash herself under the warm water. It seems she was not escaping her lovers tonight; no matter how hard she tried. Jaime’s soapy hands were palming at her heavy breasts as he pushed her against the shower. The sound of their bodies slapping against each other echoed around the room.

“Jaime…we..I need to get back..” Robyn softly gasped out as she rocked back and forth. Her mind was so hazy from the pleasure. Her eyes were rolling back as he only chuckled into her ear. “Hmm, we both know you don’t take long to push over the edge.” Jaime taunted some more and she knew it was his father he got it from.

She hated how right he was and she knew the prideful lion would think it was him alone and not the two who had pushed their cum inside her. Robyn only whined; her legs shaking some more as Jaime pushed deeper. His fat cock curving to hit against her spongy spot with ease. Again and again as her wetness dripped down his length.

Her soaked, creamy pussy began to gush around his throbbing cock now. Her eyes rolled back as he leaned close. Their lips passionately captured each other as she whimpered and moaned; drooling once more. His tongue pushed in and began to suck on her own as her legs could only shake some more. Still, Jaime pounded away.

“So much better than her…so good. Fuck…” He babbled into her ear as Robyn could only collapse. Her hands reached for anything to hold onto as her sweet pussy was soon full of his cum. There was too much and was already falling down his length but he still pushed deeper. Her mind began to soften once more.

–TOMMEN–

“Oh, my baby boy. Hmm, so good to me.” Robyn whispered down to him. Her soft, graceful hands moving up and down his bare, muscled chest. Tommen could only whimper; his fat cock pushed in her warmth and any thoughts he had were leaving him. The praise falling from her lips was enough to nearly push him over the edge.

She smirked as his fat cock twitched inside her. Hmm, he was so precious, she thought whilst quickening her movements. Her soft, sweet breasts had escaped from her dress once more and were bouncing. Tommen couldn’t keep his eyes off them as he tugged on the ropes she had wrapped around his hands. “Good boy..”

The wet squelching of her creamy pussy echoed around the room once more as did the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other. He had already stuffed her full of his cum when she had jumped on him. It was why she had to tie him up; he was always too delicate. His body was shaking as he felt another climax building.

Robyn giggled out; her head falling back as her own pleasure was making its presence known. She was bouncing on him now whilst chasing her own release. Tommen was babbling  beneath her; eyes rolling back as she began to squirt. Her sweet, creamy pussy clamped down on his fat cock as he cried out in pleasure.

“Yes..yes, that’s it..” Robyn cried out; her orgasm ripping through her just as he was cumming inside her once more. She was so full; too full. Her wetness and his cum, and others were dripping down his length as she leaned closer. Their noses brushed together as she smirked. “Hmm, ready for more?” She couldn’t help but tease.

[pixelshiftexe]

In a modern universe, Cersei Lannister would get sent to one of those fancy private rehabs/psych hospitals (she doesn't want to go but Jaime booked her in after her latest breakdown and convinces her that actually it's super trendy these days for rich white women to go on "mental health retreats") and immediately tries to convince her psych team that she's totally fine and actually doesn't need to be here only to promptly be diagnosed with Bipolar and put on an ungodly amount of Seroquel.

Every single meeting she's forced to attend, she sits in her chair huffing up a storm while everyone else speaks, and when it's her turn goes on a fifteen minute rant alternating between insisting that everything wrong with her isn't actually her fault, insulting everyone else at the meeting because can't BELIEVE people actually fall for this psychobabble therapy nonsense, and sobbing uncontrollably over how her life has turned out.

After she's done she goes back to ignoring everyone.

Would absolutely look down on the people in there for narcotic addictions despite the fact that she's spent roughly the equivalent of the GDP of a small country on cocaine over the years.

Also freely admits to her therapist to having had an incestuous relationship with Jaime during childhood and adolescence but insists it doesn't matter anymore because they "grew out of it" after Jaime went to military school and she realised it would've been social suicide for her modelling career if anyone got photos of them together while she was dating various other celebrity guys, and remains completely oblivious to the ongoing emotional incest and codependency that's running through her entire family.

She emphatically insists that the only problem with Tywin's parenting was that he didn't send Tyrion away at birth and that he got Jaime a spot at Harvard Business School even though he didn't actually WANT to go and SHE did.

If this sounds like I'm bashing her, I promise I'm not. These are simply things I know to be true.

[aphroditelovesu]

Could you rank the GOT yanderes on a scale of 1-7 based on how they treat Modern!Reader, 1 being beneath the yan, 4 being like an equal, and 7 being above the yan?

Hmm... It's a complicated question since there are several characters, but I'll list a few specifically. If you want others, just send them!

Cersei Lannister: 7 because we're talking about her. She's a scary yandere. Cersei is very possessive and controlling and if Modern!Reader doesn't do what she wants, it could end in disaster for them.

Daenerys Targaryen: 6. She's not as scary as Cersei, but she's not calm either. I think it depends on the stage at which you find her. If it's before her arrival in Westeros, then it would be a 5 but if it's after, a 6 almost a 7. Just be careful with her temper.

Jon Snow: 3. Jon is a soft yandere and you can't change my mind. He is very easygoing and due to his low self-esteem, he would never want to inflict harm on Modern!Reader. He cares a lot and one of the only overwhelming feelings he has is overprotection.

Joffrey Baratheon: 7. This one doesn't even need explanations. Joffrey is a sadist by nature and although he may adore Modern!Reader, I still see him wanting to hurt them as a way of breaking their affection. Besides being possessive.

Tywin Lannister: 6. Tywin is complicated, although he can be a dangerous yandere, he wouldn't be for Modern!Reader but for others. He would never hurt them, he cares about them too much for that. Tywin can punish them, but it would never be physically.

Tyrion Lannister: 4. Tyrion is very calm about his obsession and would hardly do anything against Modern!Reader. He likes them and sees them as a kind of friend and confidant. Tyrion is not demanding or overprotective, but he tends to protect Modern!Reader from several things, one of them being Joffrey.

Jaime Lannister: 5. Jaime is very calm too, he's not exactly possessive but he likes having Modern!Reader's attention on him. He likes to impress them and is protective. Jaime would never do anything to hurt them and often joins his brother in protecting them.

Margaery Tyrell: 6. Margaery is extremely manipulative and because of this, she sees no reason to try to hurt Modern!Reader because she knows she will have your attention. She is possessive too, wanting them for herself, but she is not demanding. She takes whatever she can.

Jorah Mormont: 5. Jorah is a worshipful and desperate yandere. He wants to be loved by his darling above all else and he will be willing to do whatever it takes to get that. Mormont would never hurt his darling, but he can become aggressive when provoked.

Sansa Stark: 4. Sansa poses no danger to her darling, but can pose a threat to others depending on the situation. She is not possessive but can get irritated if she doesn't have her attention.

Arya Stark: 6. Arya is very intelligent and has violent tendencies and although she will never hurt Modern!Reader, she is not against the idea of ​​keeping them to herself. She just wants to protect and take care of them and in her own way.

Sandor Clegane: 5. Sandor is not the demanding or really possessive type of Modern!Reader, he spends as much time as he can with them and accepts anything. The biggest danger is how protective Sandor is over them, having no qualms about killing anyone who looks the other way at Modern!Reader.

Gregor Clegane: 7. Gregor is violent, aggressive and very possessive of Modern!Reader. He will beat anyone to death just for breathing the same air as you. Gregor could also be willing to inflict pain on you and will feel good about it.

Khal Drogo: 7. No explanation per se, Drogo is violent by nature and extremely possessive. While he's not going to inflict pain on Modern!Reader, Drogo can be a very scary yandere.

Viserys III Targaryen: 7. Viserys is out of control and easily irritated, making him willing to hurt Modern!Reader if he deems it necessary. In addition to being possessive and petty.

[themotherofblood]

Hello!

I saw that you asked about request for Tywin. I wanted to ask something brief about modern!Tywin with his young girlfriend. Anything you can think of with that scenario would be fine.

Thanks for reading me!❤️

you’ve been so engaged with the whole mafia Tywin thing, fyi I love you for this ask because that’s what inspired it bubs. I feel like this is a quaint set up chapter for this series :)

synopsis: a drunk encounter between Tywin and his golden darling.

warnings: shoe riding, AGE GAP, mentions of bullets. alcohol consumption.

word count - 2k+

masterlist | series masterlist | Lion’s Grasp AU

There was an odd sense of contentment, you were too comfortable with the life you had right now, devoid of having to ask too many questions— mostly for your own good. You had found a jewel of a man, and yes the gold digger comments never sit right with you but a man so fine, devoted was far good of a catch to let go. You wouldn’t think twice but close your eyes and jump down the cliff that was your relationship, there was no lie in the subtle fear that lingered in your heart around him. A striking silver fox and total charmer, it took learning to even breathe freely around him. 

Here you are now, in your own little apartment. Dabbing your fingers on your lips to soften the red lipstick, with the exam season finally over, you could let your hair down and drink till you become very aware of the organs within you and the booze— well, your perfect man happened to own some of the most notorious clubs around Lanniston, more like his son Tyrion but all the same. You looked up at the mirror, feeling great about how two hours of work made you look. 

You hesitantly looked at your phone, cheekily smiling at yourself as you unlocked it and snapped a picture of yourself and sent it to Tywin, you could almost predict the message you’d receive back. 

“Do not drink too much darling.” 

You gnawed at your thumb, shaking your head before shooting him a quick text agreeing with him. A bald-faced lie and he knew so, his men were already on the lookout for you and your girlfriends at Satin House. 

The music, as usual, blared so loud you were sure your heart was thudding the same beat, it felt liberating to not spend another night in dirty pyjamas and crying about your coursework. The henchmen Tywin had put up diligently did their jobs as not a single man dared to go beyond the stern glares these bulked men shot their way. You were sure Tyrion was here somewhere, the air was far too sultry for his involvement to be missing. 

You left early, however, knowing your heeled feet nor Tywin would appreciate it but mostly because you missed him terribly. Practically barring him from witnessing the mess you were in the past month. You huffed out into the cold air of the night, the skies were clear and downtown Lannisport was still alive. Meren already stood at the ready by the town car, you rolled your eyes at him. He always had this pinched look to him, very mean. 

“To home, miss?” He asked as you shuffled into the back of the car. You merely hummed in reply.

He was quick to the driver’s end, ready to head towards your apartment but you stopped him.

“Where is Mr Lannister?” You asked, eyes closed as you huffed deep breaths to shake away the loopy daze in your head. 

“At work, miss.” 

“Take me there then, take me to him.” 

Meren hesitated for a moment, his orders were otherwise but how could he deny his boss’s girl. So he nodded, and you rested your head on the window. Drawing little pictures from the fog that followed with your mouth breathing. That lulled you to sleep somehow from the twenty-minute drive that was to Loren Tower, you were roused by Meren as you blinked away the small nap. 

In front of you was the eighty-two-floor skyscraper, the first time you visited your jaw nearly hit the ground. The building was nearly empty for the night other than security and other essential staff who were only here at two in the morning because their boss was a cruel, cruel man. You fixed your hair in the reflection of the elevator mirror, hoping Tywin agrees with this little surprise drunk visit. 

When the elevator dinged open to his floor, his burnt-out but pristinely dressed assistant was the first face you saw, she looked like she was nearly checked out. 

“Miss—“ she raised the telephone but you pressed your finger to your lips, forcing her to keep your little secret as you walked towards his office. Your heels clicked against the annoyingly polished and glossed marble floors. 

Without knocking you pushed in, leaning against the mahogany door frame, admiring the view you had craved for weeks. His white button rolled up his taut forearms, fingers toying with the idle coffee cup. Brows pulled to a harsh gaze, as usual, he didn’t even look up. 

“Reached home, has she?” 

His crisp voice nearly made your already wobbly legs even more unstable. You smirked at him, he looked almost cute— so focused. You pulled in your lips before speaking up. 

“You should really get yourself a third assistant, poor Cassandra looks dead.” 

Tywin’s eyes shot up, immediately locking onto yours before burning into every inch of your body, from your toes to your head— torturously slow as he leaned back onto his chair. 

“I could— you know, fill that position if it’s open.” you hiccuped, pushing yourself away from the door frame. A dopey smile on your lips softens Tywin’s resolution. 

“How many have you indulged in, love?” 

You place your point exactly on the tip of your nose to prove your point, you weren’t aware of your organs just yet. You half wanted to crawl on top of his table and then onto his lap but you chose the more appropriate route and walked around the desk and then plopped onto his lap. 

“What’s the point of all this, if you still work till two?” You kiss his cheek, nuzzling into the stubble he had grown. 

“It’s tax season.”

“Tax season.” you scoff making him look up at you questioningly “Just because I don’t ask questions doesn’t mean I’m stupid.”

“Like your hench-“

He cuts you off before you could finish, pressing his lips to yours and pulling your thighs around his so you straddle his lap. The taste of sour cherry vodka is very apparent on your lips.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to darling.” he lectures, leaning lower to kiss your neck. 

“On— on a more serious note, I could use a big girl job.” you smile at him, fixing the already untouched collar of his shirt. Truly, the corporate market was the Dothraki Sea without any administrative experience. 

He raises his brow. “Well, are you after Cassandra’s job?” 

“No, no — but what rich businessman doesn’t have a dozen assistants.” You shrugged, “And I think I have just the right qualifications.”

“Oh, do you now?” 

You eagerly nod, preparing yourself to list a vocal resume. “I make great coffee, a barista duh? I can type quickly, I’m friendly and I can be very pretty and— and” you stick out your pointer and curl it around his collar to pull yourself closer to his ear. 

“I can service you in many other ways, Mr Lannister.” You whisper in his ear before settling back on your calves. 

His gaze hardens once more as he pulls his lips to a tight line. “Alright,” he rubs up your back “you have had one too many.”

This time like an indignant child pouting you pick his pointer finger and place it on the tip of your nose to once again prove you were indeed not wasted and within your right mind. You wanted the job, and you were just a little horny. 

The green of his eyes traced over yours for a moment, before a scoff tumbled from his chest. “You want a job?” 

You nodded your head once more. 

“Earn it then.”

He helped you off of him, letting you settle onto your knees, the rug providing ample protection to your poor knees, you tilted your head confused as he lifted your chin with his pointer. 

“Take your panties off for me.” 

Your breath hitched as excited electrocution began hurtling towards your mound. Your dry spell was to be lifted, another reward for acing your exams. Your eyes were fixated on Tywin as you shuffled your fingers under your green dress and pulled off your black thong, he held your shoulders to stop you from stumbling forwards as you pulled the flimsy fabric back your legs. 

His other hand extended out for you to hand him your panties which he promptly shoved in his pocket.

“Let’s see if you are as qualified as you say you are, little miss.” 

You could stay here all day, oddly warm, comfortable. Minus the heels constricting your feet. It felt nice, it felt good thought it should be humiliating.

You sat on calves, with Jimmy Choo’s on your feet and a diamond pendant necklace around your neck. Head rested against Tywin’s thigh as he sat ever so commandingly in his armchair, his pretty whore knelt between his feet with an aching between your legs. You bite your inner cheek to not moan. 

“Please sir,” you whimpered, feeling another wave hurtling towards you as you rocked your hips against the fine black leather of Tywin’s dress shoes, the texture torturously stimulating your throbbing bud. You gnawed at his knee to stop the surge and then you whimpered once more. 

Your bottom lip wobbled, sniffling as you blinked away your tears. You sat straight with your back straight. You should have chosen the belt lashes instead, this was cruel—so fucking cruel. Here he sat, reading his revenue reports. You, about to be his pretty assistant (only by name) writhing at his feet, eyes glossed and lips bitten, full of colour.

Tywin rather enjoyed this, having you moved to a babbling, tearful mess before he buried his cock in the warm, wet snug for your pussy. He would make you earn the treat, he would have wanted nothing more but to keep you within his eyesight all day, safe and untouched. Your college had already taken such a toll on you he even went through with the private jet arrangements and hotel room to offer you a luxurious escape. His housekeeper, as you sat wiggling by his feet, was packing your luggage. 

“You’ve got to keep quiet, little girl, that was the deal.” His deeper voice crumbles, moving his hand away from the folders to gently pet your hair. 

You looked at him, lips pouted and trembling and nodded your head. Your eyes give him the sweetest most apologetic look, before sinking further into your knees and closing your eyes to avert this feeling of perpetual embarrassment and agony. 

Tywin set down his reports, finally having read through at least a dozen papers before focusing his attention on you. Her pet through your hair, lifting your chin to wipe at your tear-soaked cheeks. 

“Messy little slut.” He tuts, “So desperate to be around me, aren’t you?” 

You nod, sniffling away the more frustrated tears threatening to fall. 

“You’ve earned it.” he pets your cheek once more before the magical words fell from his lips. “Come sweetheart.” 

You nearly sob out in relief as you drop your head against his knee and pick up the pace of grinding against his shoe. Your shoulders shudder just as hard as your legs, your orgasm decimating your resolve. Crying out and heaving as you recover, the muffled sounds of Tywin’s voice coaxing you through it.  

He pulled you back to his lap after, rubbing your back as he put away his work for the night, making a call to have the car prepared. 

“I think I feel my organs now.” You groan against his shoulder, Tywin chuckles, shaking his head, wrapping his blazer around your shoulders before bundling you up. 

He walks out of his office, effortlessly carrying your smaller frame along, he turns to Cassandra’s desk, noting that she indeed looked exhausted. 

“Take your vacation days girl.” He orders as he walks to the elevator. 

“Night Cassandra,” you shoot her a wink over your shoulder. 

You almost doze away on his shoulder as you ride down to the parking, merely a few twitches at your fingertips. 

“Are we going to yours?” you murmur, looking up at him through half-closed eyes. He nods, placing you inside the town car before sternly turning to Meren. 

“The next time you choose to disobey my orders, a bullet will lodge itself within a place you may never find.”

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Ahhh, I’m so sorry how long this took to write. Minus the unnecessary things that have gone on for the past few days. My mojo really left me for a week or two but I’m here now, trying to get back into it.

Comments and Reblogs are appreciated.

Also my requests for one shots, this series and Bloody Baby are open, also stop by to my asks any time. I love ranting about my fics hehe.