#sansa x reader smut

[fantasydreamland]

Queen in the North

sansa stark x fem reader

Summary: Sansa is titled queen in the North. After too much wine during the celebrations you discover no man has ever treated her properly in the bed chambers so you do your best to serve and worship your new queen.

Notes: 18+ ONLY!!! wlw, smutttt, fluff, alcohol consumption, fingering, oral (f&f), some spoilers

word count: 2171

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“Congratulations, my queen.” You curtsy and smile wide to Sansa as people continue to gather for the celebration.

“Thank you, (y/n).” She gives a soft smile back.

“You look radiant tonight, the crown becomes you.”

“Thank you, you as well.” She replies. “I meant- the crown doesn’t become you- I meant you look radiant as well… Not that a crown wouldn’t become you! I believe you would look quite good in one.” She flusters.

“Thank you, my queen.” You giggle at her stuttering.

She gestures you to sit beside her. You chat and drink at the table with her and the others enjoying the feast. You couldn’t help but admire Sansa’s features from the side. She had the most beautiful face, her eyes, her pale face, her prominent nose, the way she smiled when she laughed, and her lips…

Sansa’s leg brushes yours and you can’t decide if that was causing the heat in your cheeks or if it was all the wine you had consumed, perhaps both.

As the hour becomes late most people head to bed. You say goodnight to the gentlemen leaving your table. Soon you and Sansa are left alone at the table while a few other drunks still hang about on the other side of the room.

“So…” You turn to Sansa. “Now that you’re queen I assume you will be looking to marry soon?”

“I am in no rush.” She chuckles. “I’ve not had the best luck with husbands.”

“So I’ve heard…” you place your hand gently on hers. “I’m sorry for everything that has happened.”

“So am I…” she says quietly and puts her other hand over yours. “However, I’m not sure if I would be the woman I am today had those things not happened.”

You nod and she gives your hand a gentle squeeze before removing it. You reluctantly let go of her other hand and place it back in your lap.

“And you?” Sansa asks.

“What about me?”

“Will you be searching for a husband soon? I am sure you are eager to start a family.”

You let out a laugh that causes a snort.

“Pardon me, your grace…” you say a little embarrassed by your laugh. “No… I have not found a man suitable enough for me.”

“It appears we have that in common.” She says lowly with a slight smirk.

“Forgive me for being forward…” You begin. “But were you able get any sort of pleasure from them?”

“Lord Tyrion and I never consummated, he was respectful. Which oddly enough, he likely would have been the only one to give me true… pleasure.” She becomes shy with the last word.

“As for Ramsay… well. What he lacked in pleasure he provided in pain.” She continued, looking down as her mind drifted.

“I’m sorry…” You say quietly.

She shakes away the awful memories and meets your eyes.

“No matter, it is all in the past.” She says reassuringly.

“Cheers to that.” You say holding out your goblet.

She smirks and clinks her cup with yours and you both take a drink. Theres a calm moment of silence just enjoying each other’s presence. You both hold your smiles and make shy glances at each other. You’d meet her eyes making her blush and look away. Then you’d look away and notice her glance back at you until you’d met her eyes again which caused you to then blush and look away. Sansa looks away again with a smirk and takes a sip of wine.

“I should slow down.” She puts her goblet on the table, breaking the silence. “Otherwise I may not be able to get up from this table.” She laughs.

“I would be happy to assist you my queen.” You smile as you stand up and hold your hand out to her.

“Why thank you, my lady.” She says in a jokingly polite voice.

She takes your hand and pulls herself to a stand before nearly toppling over. You catch her arm and she steadies her balance again.

“I appear to be more intoxicated than I had thought.” She jokes. “I think you may need to help me back to my chambers.”

“I am at your command, my queen.” You smirk and give a small bow before holding your arm out for her to take.

She takes ahold of your arm and you walk down the halls to her chambers. You’re not sure why the air feels tense. Maybe it was the way her hand gently held onto your arm or how ethereal she looked in the dark candlelight. You wondered if she felt it too. You look to Sansa and she simply smiles at you. You give a soft smile back, then turn away hiding your blush.

Once you arrive at the door to her chambers she lets go of your arm and turns to you with her hands folded together in front of her.

“Well, thank you my lady for escorting me.” She gives a polite smile.

“Of course, my queen.” You curtsy.

“And thank you for being the best drinking companion. I’ve not been this happy and content in a long time.” She reaches out and lightly takes your fingers into hers causing your breath to catch.

“You deserve nothing but happiness my queen…” Your voice comes out as a whisper.

She gives you a soft smile and takes a step closer to you, still holding your fingers. You notice her glance to your lips before meeting your gaze again with an intense look in her eyes. She hesitantly leans in at an excruciatingly slow pace as her eyes search yours for any sign you don’t want this. Once her lips are merely a breath away and your noses brush you close the gap and press your lips to hers, assuring her you definitely want this, you definitely want her.

Her hesitation instantly fades and she kisses you back passionately as your fingers intertwine. You sigh as you taste the sweet wine on her tongue. She moves her other hand to your waist to pull you closer against her. Your other hand caresses along her cheek and jawline. Your tongues continue to slowly and softly dance together. The kiss is gentle and fierce at the same time. She eventually pulls away and you see a soft smirk lingering on her lips.

“Would you like to come in?” She says lowly.

You nod your head a little too quickly, making her chuckle. She keeps her hand in yours as she leads you into her chambers. You look around at the room as she closes and bolts the door shut behind you. She walks over to a small table and gently places down the crown from her head. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears and feel your palms sweat from the nerves.

Sansa comes back over to you and you awkwardly look at each other, neither of you sure what to do next. You gather all of your courage and take her face in your hands and pull her into another passionate kiss. This kiss is hungrier and more heated than the last. You shiver as her fingers lightly brush down your neck to your collarbone, before they make their way to pull the strings of your dress. You follow her lead shoving the cloak off her shoulders before beginning to pull at her dress. Your lips never part as you both fumble with the strings of each other’s dresses.

After a frustrating minute of jumbled fingers you break the kiss and giggle to each other as you both unlace your own strings. Once they’re loose enough Sansa reaches out and slowly pushes your dress off your shoulders. Her gentle fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. You blush as her eyes look up and down your exposed body. Nervously you move your hands to her shoulders, pushing her gown to the floor. You gulp hard as your eyes scan her beautiful figure. Your eyes fill with lust as you look at her like an animal ready to pounce.

You lean into one another, lips meeting again. You hold each other close as your naked bodies press together. You feel sparks shoot throughout your body when your sensitive nipples brush against hers. Sansa keeps your body pressed to hers as you move towards the bed.

Once you’re both laying in the bed something in you snaps. You kiss her again hard before moving your lips along her jaw, down her neck and collarbone. You’re both surprised by your sudden boldness. Your hand moves to massage her breast as you lean down and take the other in your mouth causing her to gasp. You graze your teeth on her nipple before soothing the tender spot with your tongue. You continue to kiss down her body, lower and lower.

“What are you doing?” Sansa says in a breathy whisper.

“Worshipping you the way you deserve, my queen.” You mumble, continuing to kiss down her skin.

You move further down to kiss the inside of her thigh making her jump. You lift your head to look at her.

“Unless you want me to stop…?” You say with a hint of disappointment in your voice.

“No.” She quickly says staring down into your eyes with a heated look.

You smirk and lean back down kissing and nipping slowly up her inner thigh. You hear her breath quicken as you get closer to where she needs you most. She gasps loudly when you give a tentative lick up her wet core. You smirk again before latching your lips to her clit causing her hands to reach into your hair. The taste of her makes you dizzy. You have never done anything like this before but you do your best to work your tongue on her. The sounds of her soft cries and desperate moans are like the sweetest song you’ve ever heard. You continue testing what pleases her. When your tongue dips into her hole she groans loudly. You do it again and she moans again grabbing harder onto your hair.

With her encouraging moans you begin to tease your finger around her hole before pushing it slowly inside, your gaze fixed on her as you watch her face contort in pleasure. Her moans become less contained as you slowly move your finger in and out as you continue to work your tongue on her clit. You add a second finger and her hands move from your hair to tightly grasp the pillow under her head as she pants harder between moans. Her legs begin to shake and you pump your fingers faster knowing she must be close. She gasps your name. You moan against her in response, the vibrations finally pushes her over the edge. Her thighs squeeze tightly around your head but you still clearly hear her long loud final moan ring in your ears.

Her body and legs relax and you crawl back up the bed to lay beside her. She pants heavily for a moment before turning her face to you. She smiles before leaning forward and capturing you in a quick kiss, tasting herself on your tongue.

“You are…” She holds your face in her hands and looks deep into your eyes as she struggles to find the right word. “…extraordinary.” She breathes.

You can’t help but smile as you hold her intense gaze.

“Thank you… my queen.” You whisper the last part.

“I would like to try...” She says sitting up and placing a soft kiss to your stomach.

You smirk and nod as she copies your previous actions kissing all the way down your body and then slowly up your thigh. With much less hesitation than you had, she dives right in. She spends no time working you up and slipping her fingers in. Her other hand reaches up to grab at your breasts. You hit your own peak much faster as she devours you like it’s her last meal. Her fingers curl inside you and that causes your sight to go black. Stars begin to fill your vision as you cry out from the intensity washing over you.

You feel her come to lay back beside you as you regain consciousness and steady your breathing. When you turn your head to her she’s smirking shyly at you.

“Well?” She asks.

“Extraordinary.” You breathe out.

She smiles and leans in to give you a chaste kiss but you put your hand around her neck to pull her closer and dip your tongue into her mouth. Her mouth tastes sweet and tangy from the wine mixed with your essence. You reluctantly pull away to breathe and lay back on the pillow. Your eyes meet again and you both laugh softly. You lightly brush her red hair from her face. She leans into your touch and sighs.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” She says hopefully.

“Of course, my queen.” Your soft smile turns into a mischievous smirk. “I plan to worship you again in the morning.”

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Love, the death of duty

duty part two

married near six years, you learn that duty is truly the death of love, and yet when Robbs brother, jon, returns to winterfell, you find that perhpas you where wrong, perhaps love is the death of duty.

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word count: 3,838

CW: MDI, 18+, Smut, cheating, p in v, fingering, oral (f reciving), slight breeding kink (if you squint), not beta read!

Jon Snow x Frey!reader/ Robb Stark x Frey!reader

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dividers by @zaldritzosrose

Jon snow had been at the wall for near ten years before he returned home. Ten years, six as lord commander before he was betrayed by his own men. And though he had gone to the wall of his own volition, a choice he made to better himself, to find a place in the world, he knew it was time to return to Winterfell. His brother Rob had written him begging him and asking for his homecoming, and even declaring as King he could commanded him home, and now he was finally listening.

He didn’t know what to expect, if he would be welcomed or scorned.

But one thing he did not expect was you.

He knew his brother had married, had had children, but never did he expect you to be his wife.

Someone of such beauty and kindness, and with such a profound view of duty it made his heart ache.

He had expected you to be harsh, almost too similar to the lady Catelyn. But instead, you had shown him nothing but kindness.

“Jon Snow?” you asked, approaching his as he brought his horse into the stable.

“My lady” he greeted, head bowing in recognition.

“It’s an honour to finally meet you” she spoke, a soft smile on her lips. And Jon had been struck instantly by you, you smile had stirred something in him that he had never felt before. And the way you had gone out of your way to greet him, even walking him to his rooms, rooms you had picked and had made ready for him.

You had made him feel welcomed in a way no one had before at Winterfell. Of course, his half siblings had always welcomed him, but he never found a home here, until you made sure he did.

“How far along are you” he asked, as you walked him to his chambers.

“Near eight moons now.”

“And it is your third?”

You flinched, had his eyes never left yours, stuck on you at every moment, he was sure he would have missed it.

“No, my second” you spoke that part with happiness, the second however was a tone he had hear many times, the tone of a lady fulfilling her duty, “Robbs third”.

He had never thought Robb would father a bastard, he knew of Jons woes and how hard his life had been, and yet he had actively gone about it. He felt nothing but anger at the fact and even more at the clear pain in your eyes. It was clear from the start what your marriage was, there was no love or respect, simply wedding vows long broken.

He shook his head in disappointment, “I am sorry, my lady, I did not know” he hesitated for a moment, as the doors to his chambers opened. They were different from his youth, where he now slept in the same halls as his half siblings and not in the servants quarters as he once had, “Robb only spoke of a wife and two children, I never thought-“

“Do not worry, Jon…I am not offended” you shook your head, turning to face him, “it is something I must bear…not you”.

“I am sorry, my lady” he bowed his head, as he entered his room.

“I hope it is to your liking, I…Sansa told me a few things that you liked in her visit a few moons ago, and Arya helped find the things you had left from before”.

“It is perfect, my lady…truly it is more than enough”.

You smiled, insisting he call you by your name, “let me know of anything you may need” you said turning to leave.

And Jon remained struck by you and your kindness, not many would make a bastard feel so welcome, especially one scorned as you had been.

They say that duty is the death of love, and that love is the death of duty.

You believed you were the very meaning of this statement.

Your marriage was a one of duty, such duty that love had died before it could even blossom, and where Robb had neglected his own duty to you, in favour of love, causing duty to die for him, and love to blossom. But not with you, never with you.

You had known that every day of your marriage.

Even more so the day she had died.

He had spent every moment of her labours beside her, a vast contrast to yours.

Holding her hand and crying tears of joy and then of grief.

And you realised you were only a duty, a duty he happily forgot of.

And yet for a year you had chosen to ignore it, only for more hurt to be caused.

And in the  five moons since that day, the day where he chooses the ghost of a dead woman over his wife, you realised there would never be love where there was duty.

Though you painted the image of the dutiful wife, happy and content to be a wife, mother and lady, you still craved love.

Desired it.

Even if it was not with your husband.

There was nothing, not even respect to be found with him.

Not when know you lost all hope of ever having a marriage of love. It seemed to be the burden of woman. Where men can fuck and love as many women as they desire, woman are more often than not left with the duty of marriage.

You and Robb were strangers now, you had moved away from your old chambers, though still in the great keep, your rooms were now closer to Jon’s quarters than his.

Jon.

Your mind was stuck on him, though he seemed shy and guarded, you couldn’t stop of thinking of him. Assessing every detail of him, taking in every word he spoke, every action he did.

Of the ways his eyes followed you, how he seemed to hang on every word you said.

In all honestly, she sought him out more often than not, they even developed a routine. Spending their lunches together and always at beside each other at dinner.

And though you both had your duties, he had been given as hand of the king, and yet despite his ever-building duties, you both saw each other much more often than what was appropriate.

He made time for you where Robb neglected you.

He cared for you where Robb scorned you.

And as time passed, you found Cregan more in the presence of Jon than his own father, found yourself looking for Jon wherever you went you slowly realised that you loved Jon in a way you had only dreamt about loving Robb.

He was always there, either by your side or in your thoughts.

Whereas your husband was never there either in presence or thought, even less in the lives of his children.

He had no quells when Talissa mother came from the summer isles and took Minisa away, eland you had even less. A part of you wished you had cared more, having taken care of her for the past two years and yet you only felt slight relief when she left, though you would never admit it.

Even as you remember the conversation you and her had had years before.

“do you hate me?” you remember her asking, as she bounced baby Minisa in her arms, and you Cradled Cregan in yours.

“why do you think that?” you sighed, having only been civil, out of fear of facing a side of your husband you did not think existed.

“why shouldn’t i?”

“you are the reason I will never find love in my marriage, I resent you for it but I suppose you resent me for marrying Robb, for being his duty”

“I am more jealous, I am simple a mistress, the mother of his bastard, you are the wife the mother of his heir. You have everything-“

“no I don’t” you spoke softly, “I do not have love, respect or happiness in my marriage, I do not have a husband that wants me” you placed Cregan softly in his crib. “I do not hate you, but I will not be your friend…I can’t not when you have stolen the one thing I wanted…love”

“I didn’t mean too”

“I know, and that’s why I don’t hate you…Robb is the one at fault here, not us…and yet I must face the burden of his mistakes, I must act for duty where he can act for love…if I hate anyone it is him”

She nodded in understanding.

You stood in silence, watching your babes as they fell to sleep, neither of you saying a word.

As most of your time was spent with her.

“would you keep them apart?” she spoke after moments.

“they are siblings, half or not…I would not keep them apart if they did not want to be”

“good” she smiled.

And yet that had changed.

The day she died, the bed fever taking her and yet she had asked for you as she suffered in pain.

“do not hate her” she breathed, “I do not ask you to love her…but please don’t hate her” “I won’t” you swallowed, a feeling of sadness washing over you.

“my mother- my mother will come for her…please don’t let her” she breathed heavily, “I want her with Robb…please” she coughed, her eyes drooping.

Robb barged back in the room, stopping the conversation. And moons later you could do little to respect her final words as her mother took Minisa, little as Robb command her gone, and even less as a weight began to lift of your shoulder.

You hated it, how easy it was to forgo a dying woman’s final words, but you had forced her mother to write to Robb and allow Minisa to write to Creagan. You would let them know there sibling even if they were an ocean apart.

Your marriage was a farce and the birth of your second child was all the proof you needed to show that.

A moon since Jon return and yet you had grown more closer to him in a moon than you had with your husband in six years.

Where Robb had left both times you went into labour, taking days to visit, Jon had held your hand through it all, and had been the first after you and the midwife to hold the babe.

If anyone saw you both, the way he was with you every day and night, sleeping in your rooms, albeit on a coat, it  would have been easy to assume he was your husband, especially with the way his gaze never left yours, his hand holding yours through your pains and never letting go, even after.

“What will you name him?” he asked, after you had finally been left alone, the babe cradled in his arm.

“Eddard, mayhaps” you started, though there was hesitation at the name, “I know Robb wanted to name…to name Minisa that is she were a boy”.

“So not Eddard” Jon spoke, handing the babe to you, he crouched to your side, “mayhaps Edric or Benjen?” he suggested, Benjen you assumed after his uncle.

You hummed, “Edric is a good name” tasting the name on your tongue, “Cregan and Edric”

“So, Edric Stark?” he spoke, tone soft as he gazed up at you.

“yes”

With the birth of your second, you deemed your Marriage officially over, you had given him and heir and a spare and even then, his sister Sansa had married Willis Tyrell and birthed her own sons, and Rickon had begun to court an Erena Glover. You were sure Robb would find no shortage of heirs and so was he. And he was more than content to let you be, ignoring your presence at any time bar feasts and officially Gatherings, or on occasion the few times he and you were in the same room with your children.

You and Jon however, your friendship had blossomed into so much more.

With lingering stares and casual touches, you felt your heart blossom in his presence.

no longer did you feel the chains of duty, no longer did the word duty fill your mind and taunt your nights.

Now the word love did.

Jon had been here six moons now and you were thoroughly and completely in love with him.

Your mind was always on him, you time spent with him or your children. Even Cregan and Edric spent more time with him than Robb.

Robb seemed to care little for the family, stuck in his own misery, misery he made himself and every effort to get out of it was half arsed and only done as a distraction with no true meaning to it.

But Love, you finally knew what it was, you felt it when Jon looked at you and when you looked at him and yet neither of you said it.

Neither of you were prepared to cross the line.

You were still married by law and in the eyes of the gods, and yet there was no marriage. Nothing of your marriage followed the meaning of the word.

Your heart belonged to Jon, you just needed to tell him.

A year into Jons homecoming and your fleeting romance though nothing ever was said or acted upon.

But now you stood under the weirwood tree, your heart bared to Jon.

“Jon” you whispered, his head in your lap, your hand running through his curls.

“yes?” he hummed, focusing his gaze away from the book he had been reading.

“I…I love you” you final spoke, after moons of feeling it, of the sheer desire for him and want to bare yourself to him. And yet you had waited, for what you did not know, but today, in this moment it felt perfect.

He smiled, a pure smile of joy at your words, as he quickly moved of your lap “I love you” he spoke in return, his face moving inches away from yours, your breaths becoming one for a moment before your lips where on his.

You had never kissed anyone before, even after all these years of marriage, only a small peck on your wedding day.

But this, a slow passionate kiss, pouring every ounce of your emotions, your love into it was so different than a small dutiful peck.

Your lips followed his movements, moving with his, as he pulled you into his lap. Your hands moving to his hair as you continued to kiss.

A low moan left you, only to be swallowed by Jon as he began to kiss you harder, more passionately.

“Jon” you whimpered, separating your lips from his.

His face chasing yours as you moved away.

“what is it?” he hummed, his hands caressing your sides.

“anyone could see us…” though the thrill of being caught was not lost on you, you were still a married woman, and your children’s legitimacy would be put into question if you were caught.

He hummed, “come with me” he spoke, moving you off his lap before standing a reaching for your hand.

You had thought you had explored the gods woods in its entirety, found every nook and cranny and yet it seemed a youth spent running the woods had allowed Jon to find a spot only years spent getting lost in the woods would allow you to find.

It was a small cave, covered in leaves and blocked off by trees and endless bushes.

A small whole a the top allowed the summer sun to shine through, lighting up the small space and to reveal a moss covered floor.

“we could go back to your rooms…or mine” he spoke, hesitantly, unsure if you would approve of his small little space. It was clear that he had been here a good few time, like this was his space away from everyone, and the basket sat in the corner was a clear indicator of it. With a blanket, a book and an old bottle of wine.

you turned to face him, “its fine…we can save a bed for another time” you said, before leaning up and pressing your lips to his once more, in a heated, sloppy kiss.

He slowly backed you into the wall as he kissed you back, his hands gripping your waist as he began to play the laces on the side of your dress.

You gently pushed him off you, sending him a teasing smile as you started to undress in front of him.

You had never been fully naked in front of anyone, not even Robb, something always stayed on, a barrier from truly being intimate.

And as Jon joined you, undressing himself and allowing you both to stand bare before the other, you had never felt more intimate. Never felt that a moment was more right.

With you sat upon the blanket, Jon moved towards you, caressing your face and leaning his body over yours.

Your eyes locked in a heated gaze as your lips modelled together in a heated, passionate kiss.

His body grinding against yours as his hands moved to cup your breasts.

“your beautiful” he spoke, placing soft kisses on your lips, before moving down your body towards your breasts and placing soft kisses around your nipple, before taking your breast in to his mouth, licking and sucking as he did.

You moaned as he alternated between your breasts, Your gripped his hair, tugging softly at each flick of his tongue.

“your perfect” he spoke once more, letting go of your breast, “I love you” he whispered before moving down your body and licked at your folds, causing you to whimper and moan even more.

Your hands found there way to his hair once more. And they always seemed to, you loved his hair, his curls, even more so now as the peeped out between your thigsh as he lapped at your cunt.

“Jon” you moaned, as you felt a pleasure your own fingers nor Robb had ever given you before, it was overwhelming, the sensation filling your senses as he continued to lick at your clit, and slowly brought his fingers to your entrance.

Groaning as his fingers entered your, he relished in the tightness of your cunt.

He continued to lap at your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you, licking at your heat as if he was a man starved and you were his last meal.

You felt your peak fast approaching, your hands gripping and tugging his hair harder, your legs wrapping around his head in away you were sure would choke him.

“JON!” you screamed as your peak finally hit your cunt clenching tightly around his fingers as you came.

You swallowed roughly as he moved up your body, taking your mouth with his in a possessive kiss, the taste of you evident on your tongue.

His hard cock was positioned between your thighs.

“can i?” he breathed against your lips.

“yes.” You breathed, and he finally entered you.

He slowly rocked his hips into yours, allowing you time to adjust to his cock.

After so long, with only your fingers, the feeling of a cock, of Jon was more than enough to send you over the edge as he became to thrust in and out of you, hi space moving picking up, as your legs wrapped around his waist.

He groaned into your neck, as your cunt tightened around him.

Your peak fast approaching.

“I’m going to cum” he moaned into you, as your cunt fluttered around his cock.

“gods” you moaned, your arms pulling hi closer to you, urging him to finish inside of you.

“where?” he breathed, his pace moving faster and faster as he chased his pleasure, as you came down from your own.

“Inside!” you moaned.

He looked at you unsure, but as your legs pushed in closer to you, your hands arms pulling you in as you urged him to cum, he let go and his seed filled you.

And a part of you hoped it took root.

Days blurred together as your affair blossomed.

You woke up and fell asleep in his arms every night. Every meal was shared. And you treated Jon like a husband, and you were treated as a wife.

Words of love and acts of affection was shared and no ounce of you regretted your actions.

Love.

The word circled his mind when he looked at you and Jon.

 Robb Stark, with all his faults and flaws, would be the first to admit he had ruined all chances of being a good husband the day he feel in love with Talisa, and now, when he had given himself into the desires of wanting you for a wife, of the comforts that came with it, he had gone and ruined it, worse than he ever could of imagined he would.

He was not cruel or cunning and yet too you he was.

To you he was a neglectful man, and absent father and a terrible husband.

He would be the first to admit that part was true.

But he was a good king, that had to account for something?

But now you had found love as he once had, but with his own brother and no part of him wanted to stop it, though he craved the idea of him in Jons place, as he was sure a part of Jon craved his own place.

He watched you both, how your eyes danced with one another in silent conversation only you both understood, how your hand was always touching him or his was always touching you.

That he thought he could live with, he himself a cheating husband. First a mistress now whores in brothels.

A wife having and affair with his brother was fine, as long as they were happy.                                               ��                      

Even after he had caught them in bed, or as she told him of the babe in her belly.

But then he started to watch you both carefully, how you interacted together in public and in private, of the makeshift marriage you had made, and of how Jon had become what he had failed at.

And he realised just how bad of a father he had become.

“father!” Cregan shouted in greeting, but not at him, at Jon.

He hadn’t even seen him, and had ran straight for Jon, who had swept him up in his arms and placed a kiss to his cheek.

It wasn’t his first time calling Jon father, and Robb was sure it wouldn’t be the last, not as you walked over, Edric in your arms, only for him to say “papa” at the sight of Jon.

He swallowed harshly, storming out of the room before they could see or hear him.

And he suffered the harsh reality that you once had, but this time, it was deserved.

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【P】Platonic【P】 🆇Smut 18+🆇

Request Line Up and Request Rules

♡ Jon Snow ♡

🆇What he's like in bed🆇

Blind date

🆇Milady🆇

🆇Home Alone🆇

🆇Price of My Secrecy 🆇

Relationship Moodboard

🆇Couldn't Resist🆇

♡ Robb Stark ♡

Best Friend

Marriage night

🆇Dream🆇 🆇part two🆇

Frey Girl 🆇part two🆇

🆇I miss you🆇

Cloak

Honey Cakes (cloak part two or standalone)

Comfort

Sweet Girl

🆇NSFW Alphabet🆇

🆇Good girl🆇

Yearbook

Don't Die For Me

🆇Little Secret🆇

🆇Can't Catch a Break🆇

Goodnight Dear Husband

♡ Sandor Clegane ♡

Most People Say Goodbye Part One - Part Two

🆇Brat🆇

♡ Beric Dondarrian ♡

Home

♡ Thoros of Myr ♡

Favourite Friend

♡ Brienne of Tarth ♡

【P】Queen in the North and South【P】

♡Ned Stark♡

🆇MiLord🆇

🆇Wife🆇

♡Ramsay Bolton♡

🆇My Father Would Kill Me🆇

🆇Catch You🆇

🆇How Far Would You Go🆇

🆇Appreciate You🆇

🆇Bath🆇

🆇Little Mouse🆇

♡Roose Bolton♡

Perhaps

Not Yet

♡Edmure Tully♡

【P】Who We Call Family【P】

My Queen My Love

♡Theon Greyjoy♡

Dream of Sweet Memories

🆇Give it back🆇

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Roommates

🆇NSFW Alphabet🆇

🆇What's This?🆇

Surprise Visit

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🆇Praise🆇

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🆇Company🆇 - Yara and Ellaria threesome

🆇What they're like in bed🆇 – Robb, Jon, Sandor, Podrick

How they react to teasing – all

🆇What They're Like in Bed🆇 – Margaery, Sansa, Danny, Yara

Share pt1 🆇Competition pt2🆇 🆇Wait p3🆇 - Robb and Jon

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𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲

Paring: Jon Snow x f!Reader

Summary: You arrive in Winterfell lending aid to House Stark but seeing Jon brings back lost feelings you both share.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, kissing, fluff.

Word count: 1.4k

Your heart pounded in your chest as you rode through the gates of Winterfell the familiarity of the high stone walls and the sight of Stark banners bringing back the memories of your childhood. You had, in the past, spent many years in Winterfell growing up with the Stark children. Your father became a good friend of Ned Stark; while fighting alongside each other during Robert's rebellion. Leading to many years spent in the castle. 

You arrived in the courtyard of Winterfell, the cloak you’re wearing doing surprisingly little to suppress the cold winds of the North. You had been called as a bannerman of house Stark to lend aid and fight the white walkers beyond the wall. You look around, all the people of Winterfell seem to have solemn faces ‘it’s quieter than I remember’ you think to yourself while dismounting your horse stirrups rattling, the stable boy rushes over to take the reins from your gloved hands leading your horse away. Your men follow you, dismounting their horses, gathering their things and moving supplies, all of a sudden the yard is buzzing with movement.  

“Y/n!” you turn at the sound of your name to see Sansa walking towards you, “lady Stark” you bow slightly she lets out a small laugh as she embraces you, “you mustn't call me that y/n” she smiles “well you are lady of the North are you not” you ask “that I am yes, but to you it will always be just Sansa” she states “very well than Sansa” you smile “take me to Lord Snow.” 

The castle is darker than you remember, as Sansa leads you through the doors of the great hall, you catch sight of Jon, the young man you once remembered as a solemn and brooding child.  

Walking past the large tables in the middle of the hall you pull off your gloves, you look up to see Jon sitting at the high table reading a letter “Jon” Sansa says he looks up, his face breaking into a warm smile when his eyes land on you. You can’t help but smile back. You haven’t seen Jon in a long time, not since before he left to join the Night’s Watch. “My lord,” you take a slight bow, he stands and begins to walk towards you not saying a word, his gaze lingering.  

Finally he speaks “My lady”. He lets out a small laugh before wrapping his arms around you, you can feel the warmth radiating off of him even with the layers of fur between you, he lets go resting his hands on your shoulders before they move to cup your face.

 “Look at you” he mutters, eyes raking across you he pulls away “I didn’t think you’d come.” 

“I’m sworn to House Stark my lord” you reply “it is an honor to fight for your family.” 

 “My lord” Jon repeated “since when were you one to be so formal”? He teased.  

You can’t help but smirk, while walking past him with your hands clasped behind your back making your way to the table running your fingers along the edge,the teasing tone in Jon’s voice luring out your own wit. “And here I thought that being declared King of the North automatically earned you the title of ‘my lord’.” 

Jon chucked, a low rumble escaping his throat, “yes it does except, we grew up together there is no need for formality between us.” 

“I suppose you're right” you agree, your voice lightening. “However don’t let that get to your head, a little formality never hurt anyone.” 

Jon raises an eyebrow playfully. “Is that so? Then perhaps I should start using ‘my lady’ whenever I address you.” 

You laugh “you can certainly try but, I can’t promise I won’t retaliate” 

Jon shakes his head, a smile dancing on his lips. 

A fortnight had passed since you'd first arrived back in Winterfell, and tonight you were dining with the Starks and their men in the great hall, enjoying the loud conversations and laughter ringing throughout the room. It had been a long while since you’d allowed yourself a good time. You spent the night laughing and socializing with the others. Not noticing the way Jon was looking at you. 

As the talking and laughter slowly began to die, people began to retire to their chambers, you being one of them as the fatigue from the day's ride was finally wearing on you. Standing up making your way out to a long hallway lined with sconces providing a small amount of light as you pass various chambers while walking to your own.   

Opening the door you’re greeted with warmth radiating from the fireplace, you walk to a small table in the corner of the room picking up a few letters that you had yet to open, before dropping them back down rubbing your temples knowing that the night would be full of endless reading.  

Jon hadn’t put much thought into what he was about to do, maybe it was the wine or maybe it was just pure ignorance he thought to himself, as he was making his way through the dimly lit corridors. When he arrived at the door, his heart was pounding in his chest taking a deep breath before he raised his fist to leave a soft knock. 

While on your 3rd letter of the night you hear a light knock at your door, getting up from your seat at the table curious as to who it could be. Unlatching the door expecting it to be Sansa you were startled to see Jon standing on the other side.

“Jon” you said surprised “it’s late” 

For a moment he didn’t say anything, his gaze lingering on your face. 

 “Evening” he said “I hope I haven’t disturbed you”   

“No, it’s alright” your eyes scanning his face for any indicator of what he was there for. Tilting your head slightly to one side. “Has something happened?” you asked 

“No, no, may I come in?” 

“Yes of course. Please come in.” 

Moving aside Jon steps through, making his way to stand in front of the fireplace. He looks nervous, still thinking something had happened you ask once again. 

“Jon” you pause, he looks up, his eyes finally meeting yours. The look on his face starting to worry you. 

The silence hung like smoke in the air as you awaited his response. 

 He mumbles, moving one of his hands to run through his hair, turning back to face the fire watching the flames dance. You cautiously walk up behind him reaching to put a hand on his shoulder, he turns to face you leaning into your touch.

 Long forgotten feelings wash over you.   

“Jon, please tell me” you insist, your hand now resting at his jaw he leans further into your touch before covering your hand with his. You stayed like this for a short time relishing in the moment, the unspoken understanding filling the space between you. Removing his hand from yours to cup your jaw as he draws himself closer, his eyes searching yours for permission.

You quickly nod, before he closes the gap between you, lips brushing together. Your lips part slightly, letting his tongue slip inside. His hand glides to the nape of your neck, then moving to your waist, pressing your bodies together. You moan into the kiss, hands running through his hair while he trails gentle kisses leading from your jaw to your collarbone, small breaths escaping your lips. 

Pulling away, his gaze meeting your own.  

“You have no idea what you do to me” he whispers. 

The look in his eyes was evidence enough revealing what he felt without uttering a word. Yet he continues to speak. Hands coming back to hold your face.

“I-” he pauses for a brief moment gathering his thoughts. “You are my every thought” He breathes. “The only person able to ground me, make me feel whole. Not a day goes by where I don’t think of you. How I wasted all those years believing I had no chance, only to be standing here right now. With you.” 

Tears begin to swell in your eyes threatening to fall. 

“You consume every part of me, body and soul.” He gently wipes away the tears that begin to fall. “You are everything to me.” 

You smile at him, leaning into his touch. 

“I love you.” 

The words feel heavy. 

He starts to speak afraid of your rejection, you cut him off colliding your lips together for a brief kiss before pulling away resting your forehead against his, shallow breathing filling the room. 

“And I you.” 

The words so lightly spoken, Jon wasn’t sure he heard them. 

Leaning in to kiss you softly once more, running a hand through your hair, his eyes full of nothing but affection. “My lady.” 

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Byka Atroksia (Chapter 4)

Contains: just a little angst and Rhaenyra being bipolar

Wordcount: ~2.40k

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Just when you were about to fall asleep you could feel Daemon roll off you.

It made you open your eyes again and you were back in the present moment. He exhaled loudly and stared at the ceiling while you felt weird at the loss of his weight on you. You felt exposed and cold suddenly.

Now that you were fully awake again more thoughts were floating through your head and a lot of emotions were washing over you. Slowly, you left the beautiful haze you had remained in after the intercourse and were pulled back into reality. You had just lost your virtue, your honor. Gods be good, what had you done? You weren’t married and yet you had just lost your maidenhood to your uncle. It wasn’t uncommen in your family to marry relatives but the point was that your father had no intentions marrying you to Daemon.

You felt your hands starting to shake. That was a catastrophe. A big, fatal mistake you had made. Maybe it was a dream, you thought. Maybe you would wake up in a couple of seconds and find yourself alone in your bed, right where you were supposed to be at this hour.

But then you turned your head and saw your uncle next to you, still breathing heavily and you felt yourself panick. If anyone would find out about this it would have terrible consequences. Your father would be furious, probably disinherit you and not call him his daughter anymore. Rhaenyra would look at you with disgust and suddenly you felt so dirty and filthy.

"Daemon.", you said with tears in your eyes. He slowly opened his eyes. "Mhmm…?", his voice sounded tired and annoyed by your disturbance.

"W-We shouldn’t have done this.", you whispered desperately and sat up on your uncle’s bed. "It was wrong, I-I was supposed to – How could we have – " Tears ran down your face and you pressed your hands over your mouth shocked by your action.

Daemon sighed deeply and slowly sat down on the bed as well. He reached out to you, grabbed both your upper arms, pulled you towards him and held you against his chest. He would have prefered to get some sleep now and wasn’t delighted by your outburst but did what he had to do. So he caressed your hair as he felt his skin getting wettened by your tears

"It’s alright…" "No it’s not, I – They’re gonna put my head on a spike for this." Daemon shook his head even though you couldn’t see it.

"They’re not, Vhaela."

"But w-when I'll be married some day my husband is gonna notice that I have lost my maidenhood already." Daemon exhaled. "Every woman is different. Some are tighter, some not. Some bleed, some don't. Perhaps he will be too much of an idiot to notice."

"But he COULD notice. And that would be… a disaster!" Suddenly you pulled away from him and looked at him with a serious look on your face.

"Please don’t tell anyone, uncle. They can’t know." He reassuringly nodded. "Yes. I will not."

You took a deep breath and tried to collect yourself. "We – That was so stupid, Daemon." He rolled his eyes and took your hand. "I think it was rather nice.", he whispered slowly as he pressed little kisses on the back of it.

"I didn’t know you were such a filthy, wicked beast." You blushed and there was the hint of a smile on your face.

"But now you need to rest, gevie riña (beautiful girl). You’re exhausted." You nodded in response and Daemon reached to the end of the bed to grab the blanket. He pulled at it to cover you both with it but you uncertainly watched him and played with your fingers.

"But, won’t they see us together in the morrow if I stay here in your chambers?" Daemon didn’t answer you immediately but put his hands on your waist and moved you so you laid next to him.

"No, they won’t. The servants don’t come in here in the morrow. I’ve told them not to countless times." He moved the hair out of your face.

"You don’t need to worry so much, little owl. I’ll protect you." You looked up to him with big eyes and it felt good to hear him say these words. They gave you comfort and made you think that actually everything would be fine.

"Such a sweet, little, innocent thing.", he whispered and kissed you on your forehead. "Sleep now."

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You were woken by the daylight in the morrow and needed a moment to remember what had happened the night before. You felt a little tension in your belly and you weren’t certain if it was caused by the memory of Daemon’s hot touch on your body or the fear what might happen if someone was to find out about your sins.

Daemon was still asleep next to you but only a few minutes after you had woken up he opened his eyes as well.

"Mhmmm.", he grunted and yawned. "Good morrow, uncle." He stretched his arms and turned to his other side. "Good morrow."

Did he really want to go back to sleep now?

"Daemon, I have to go now. The risk is too high that someone is gonna see me here." You looked at him with big eyes and Daemon slowly sat up. "Then go. There is the door." You frowned and he chuckled sleepy. "Sorry."

"I didn’t know you were so grumpy in the morrow."

He didn’t answer to that but got off the bed to grab his clothes which you did in the meantime as well. Then he turned to you.

"You should go through the secret tunnel from my room into the city and then back to the keep." You were confused and looked at him questioning. "What?"

"My sweet Vhaela, you’re the one who’s so concerned so this is me trying to come up with a plan that will make sure no one will suspect anything." You still didn’t know what he was talking about.

"We left the feast yesterday and there were probably enough people to tell my father that we left together. If you want to avoid rumours we have to give them an explanation for what we were doing. If you leave the keep through the tunnel that leads from my chambers right into the city and you enter the Keep now in the early morrow they will think that you have spent the night out. Which is exactly what you’re gonna tell them. And as nobody has seen either you or the two of us together they will believe it. You and I left the feast together and I shortly after went up to my chambers. You, on the other hand went out to… I don’t know, come up with something. It wouldn’t make sense to assume that we were together in the city if you return alone and I myself remain in my bed until noon."

You slowly nodded. Everything he had said made sense and you admired him for how quickly he had thought of a clever plan. So you let him lead you to the wall behind his bed but when your gaze fell on the bed you stopped.

"Daemon.", you said. He turned to look at you and then his eyes followed yours. There was a red stain on the sheets and of course you knew where it came from. You had bleeded when you had lost your maidenhood and now there was proof on the bedsheets. Daemon understood and shrugged his shoulders as if he thought it was nothing.

"I can get rid of it. I can burn it if necessary."

"Really?" He kept walking to the wall and left you looking at the blood stain.

"Yeah, of course." You gulped but then followed your uncle. Then everything happened very quickly. He opened the door to the secret passage and you stepped out of the chambers and into the tunnel.

"Be careful, little owl. Promise me that." You nervously looked at him. "Is it gonna be…. I haven’t been to the city a lot. Is it dangerous?" Daemon caressed your cheek. "If you keep your head down and your Targaryen hair hidden…", he adjusted the scarf he had just wrapped around your head. "Then you’ll be fine."

You nodded. "Alright. I… I’ll see you soon." Your uncle nodded and couldn’t hide a smirk looking at his not so innocent niece.

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You felt a stitch in your side as you walked up the many stairs. You were out of breath and the sun was already burning down at you which you had appreciated once you had arrived in the city but now it was too hot. Everything had worked so far and you hoped that your father would believe the story you had come up with during your walk.

You had fought with your sister (which wasn’t a lie), then talked to your uncle who had noticed your bad mood. He had suggested you needed some fresh air and escorted you out of the hall and into the gardens. There, you had said that you needed some time alone and Daemon had gone to his chambers while you, who had felt out of character and risky last night, had decided to go down into the city to just be in a different environment for once. You had strolled through the streets, watched all the attractions one could find and then fell asleep on a hay ball in a shed after drinking a little too much. You knew that you father would be angry nevertheless. His daughter, the Princess drunkily spending her time in bars and sheds? You gulped. But it was better than telling him the truth.

The guards at the red keep let you pass once they recognised you without asking what you had done in the city at that early hour. You felt miserable when you entered the hall. Not only did you fear the upcoming conversation with your father but thinking about you activities last night put you through hell as well. You had sinned, had committed an unspeakable crime. And you hated how much you had enjoyed the time with your uncle. You should feel disgusted now, thinking about his touch, but you didn’t. Because you hated that you did that, that you had lost your honor and virtue and that you had such a lack of will strength but at the same time it made your breath go faster thinking about Daemon’s hands on your body.

"Vhaela!" You quickly turned around with widened eyes and saw your sister walking towards you.

"Vhaela, where have you been?" Rhaenyra wrapped her arms around you and held you tightly. "We were so worried, has something happened to you?" You gulped loudly and felt tears in your eyes.

She and your father had been scared for you while you had done such a terrible action. And why did Rhaenyra had to be so caring and kind to you right now? It only made you feel worse than you already did.

"No, I’m fine, sister." Rhaenyra ended the hug and observed you intensely. "But where were you? I saw you leaving the feast with uncle, what did you do?"

You tried to look as honest as possible and started speaking. "After our fight… I didn’t feel very well and uncle saw that. We went out to get some fresh air and then he left me alone and I… I went to the city." Rhaenyra looked at you with an open mouth.

"What? Vhaela, you… Why? How could you do that?" You looked to the ground. "I’m sorry, I-I felt so odd yesterday. After everything I just felt like I needed a change in my environment. See something else than the keep."

Rhaenyra let out something that sounded like a cry and took your hand. "Vhaela. I’m sorry."

"What? What are YOU apologising for?" Your sister shook her head and looked sad. "Our fight… I was nasty yesterday. I don’t know what it was, but I’m sorry. Gods, and you brought yourself into such danger because of me…"

"No. No. I acted with full responsibility. I promise you this, Rhaenyra, it’s not your fault. And nothing happened to me anyway." Rhaenyra sighed deeply.

"What exactly did you do, Vhae?" You gulped and just wished you could tell your sister the truth. You didn’t always get along but right now she was kind and genuinely cared about you.

"I aimlessly walked through the streets and watched all the street artists. And then I… I drank some wine in a tavern and fell asleep on a hay ball."

Rhaenyra looked to your interlocked hands and desperately shook her head. "The things that could have happened… Gods be good, Vhaela, you could have get hurt. Someone could have used your drunk state and rape you." You intensely looked at her, trying everything to make her calm down and not making her feel responsible for what she believed to had happened.

"But nothing did happen, Rhae. I swear this to you, I’m perfectly fine. And I will not do this again. Ever."

Rhaenyra once again pulled you into a hug. "You will not. Oh Vhae, I can’t believe you’re 16 already.", she then whispered. "You’re my little sister after all. My little sister that needs to be protected."

You rolled your eyes and chuckled. "I don’t need to be protected." Rhaenyra looked stern and bit her lip.

"Just promise me. Promise me you won't act so stupidly again." You nodded a few times and tightly held your sister’s hand. "I promise you, Rhaenyra. On our mother’s memory." Rhaenyra exhaled loudly.

"Now you will have to listen to father’s outburst but I guess you deserve it a second time. And I also have a few things to say to uncle." Your head rapidly turned to your sister. "I simply can’t believe him, I can’t believe he’d leave you alone in the gardens at such a late hour."

As you didn’t know what to answer to that you just silently followed your sister who brought you straight to your father’s chambers. You both knew that you couldn’t avoid this conversation and like your sister you thought it was best to get over with it as quickly as possible.

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Handmaiden

margaery tyrell x fem reader

Summary: Margaery is currently engaged to Renly Baratheon. You are Margaerys new hand maiden. You figure Margaery just has a flirty personality until one night it becomes more.

Notes: 18+ ONLY!!! wlw, smuttt, lots of tension, fingering, oral (f), fluff, possible spoilers

word count: 2496

Sequel - Gossip

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“Ah you must be my new hand maiden!” Margaery greets you with a warm smile as you walk into her chambers.

“Yes my lady. My name is (y/n). Whatever you need I’m here.” You give a shy curtsy.

“I was just getting ready to leave for tea with my grandmother. Come along then.” She waves to you as she walks out the door.

You follow along behind her to the gardens. She stops for a moment so she can walk beside you.

“So tell me about yourself.” She smiles.

“Uh… yes of course. What do you want to know my lady?”

“Everything! For starters tell me about where you are from.”

As you two walk side by side you tell her about the small city in the North you grew up in and the lady you served until her very recent death.

“How awful…” She frowns and shakes her head.

“Yes, her death was a bit unexpected. I didn’t have many options, so I ended up here.”

“Well I’m very glad for that.” She smiles.

You chuckle and look down awkwardly.

“Ah grandmother!” Margaery rushes ahead to greet her grandmother with a quick hug. They sit down to tea and the servants bring out trays of pastries and fruit.

“Lady Olenna” You curtsy before walking past her at the table. She gives you a small smile and a nod.

You stand quietly off to the side listening to them chat away. Margaery would make occasional eye contact and you give a small smile before shyly looking away each time.

You helped tidy up as the evening ended, feeling her eyes on you the entire time.

Both of you walk back to the castle in an oddly comfortable silence as the sun starts to set.

“Will you please draw me a bath?” She says once you reach the castle. She lightly touches your arm and your face gets hot. “I have some affairs to attend to.”

“Of course my lady.” You nod before heading to her chambers and drawing a hot bath.

Shortly after the bath is drawn she reappears.

“Oh lovely, is it ready?” She asks as she starts to undress.

You try to hide your surprise when she takes off all her clothing, tossing her dress onto a chair.

She walks right past you and gets into the tub. She sighs with her eyes closed and sinks into the water before looking at you.

She smirks. “Help me with my hair?” She lifts her hair to hang over the back of the tub.

You nod, unable to get words out. You pull a chair behind the tub and grab the jug next to it before putting it in the tub to get some water. The jug lightly brushes Margaerys stomach and she gives a small chuckle and smirk. Surely she saw your flushed cheeks. You didn’t understand the heat in your face or why your heart was racing. You’ve helped with plenty of baths with the last lady you served. But this felt different.

You pour the water onto her hair as it drips into the bucket below. You softly work your fingers through her hair to wash it. Trying your best not to stare at her perfect body you take another careful scoop of water. Then you slowly rinse her hair as she lets out a content sigh.

“You have no idea the stress I have had lately.” She suddenly speaks.

“I’m sorry to hear that my lady.”

“You would think I would be looking forward to my wedding but…” She trails off.

“You do not love Lord Renly?” The question slips out. “Forgive me, my lady. I don’t mean to pry.”

“There is nothing to forgive (y/n).” She smirks up at you. “But no…” Her expression softens. “We certainly are not in love.”

“You don’t think he loves you?” You ask.

She chuckles softly and shakes her head. “I am not his type.”

You scoff. “That’s not possible. You’re so beautiful.” Your face quickly turns more red, embarrassed.

She sits up in the tub and slightly turns around to face you.

“I’m glad you think so.” She smirks. “I know Renly agrees, only… He seems to be more interested in my brother, if you understand my meaning.” She tilts her head.

“Oh.”

She says nothing else just continues looking at you. You hold eye contact for a long moment until she suddenly shakes her head like she was lost in thought.

“Right. Well, I best get ready for bed.”

She stands up from the tub and steps out, water dripping on the floor. You grab a robe for her and find it nearly impossible to keep your eyes off her wet naked body. The air feels heavier and you find it difficult to breathe. She smiles warmly at you as you wrap her in the robe.

“Goodnight then.” She says sweetly.

“Goodnight my lady.” You curtsy before leaving her chambers.

Once you step into the hallway and close the door you let out a very deep breath. That night you toss and turn finding it hard to remove Margaery from your thoughts.

**********

The next day is slow and normal. You do your chores and follow Margaery while she goes about her day. She would start small chats with you while you were walking, seeming very happy to talk to you. She asked about your love life which you found amusing because it’s very dull. You’ve only been with one man in your life and you didn’t find it enjoyable.

Later you help her prepare for supper as she changes her dress to a lovely but simple gold gown. She slips off her dress standing in only her under garments. She holds your hand and smiles at you as you help her step into the gown and pull it up. You lightly move her hair from the back and your fingers brush against her soft skin causing some electricity. Your hands shake a bit as you pull the corset strings in the back of her gown. There is a silent tension in the air.

“Thank you.” She says as she moves her hair back into place giving a shy smile. “Well I don’t want to be late for supper, I’ll see you later on.” She hurries out the door before you have a chance to respond.

**********

You enjoy your own small supper before returning to your tasks. As you finish tidying up her chambers she appears. She doesn’t even look at you, just storms over to her bad and sits down.

“Are you alright my lady?” You asked, concerned.

She looks up at you as if she didn’t realize you were there. “Yes, I’m alright. It’s fine.” She huffs, clearly not alright.

“It’s just-“ she continues before you respond. “Renly and Loras can be so thick headed.”

You walk closer as you listen to her vent.

“I understand they’re in love. And I’m completely fine with that. Happy for them even!” She shakes her head. “But we are engaged to be wed. You’d think he would at least TRY to be discreet when they’re running around with one another.”

She looks at you listening to her and pats the space beside her on the bed to gesture you to sit down, so you sit next to her keeping an appropriate distance.

“I’m still to be his wife. There should just be a certain level of respect, you know?” She continues ranting, moving closer to you as she does. You nod.

“I’ve been more than respectful to his wishes, wanting to be with Loras. I do not blame him for that. We do not really get to choose who we love.” She looks up at you, her blue eyes piercing through you.

“I completely agree with you my lady. They should be acting discreetly. I think it’s very noble that you allow him to even pursue that.” You reply warmly. “But as you said, we cannot choose who we love.”

“Thank you (y/n).” She says softly and places her hand on yours.

Her touch makes your heart race and cheeks flush. “Of course my lady.”

She leaves her hand there for a long moment as she studies your face to try to figure out what you’re thinking. You sit there quietly looking back at her, wondering about her thoughts too.

The seemingly long moment ends when she moves her hand from yours and reaches up to brush your hair from your face. You continue staring in eachothers eyes. The whole moment making you feel light headed. Her eyes slowly flicker from your lips back to your eyes. You couldn’t help but do the same.

She leans towards you agonizingly slow until your lips finally touch.

“Oh gods, I am so sorry.” She suddenly pulls away and gets off the bed.

“No, no. It’s alright.” You also stand. “I didn’t- You just-“ you stutter unable to get words out.

She looks back at you clearly embarrassed. She looks like she’s waiting for you to speak but your brain is fogging all your thoughts and words. Instead you walk closer before taking her hand in yours and looking back up at her.

Suddenly her lips are back on yours as she pulls you into a deep passionate kiss, moving her other hand to your cheek. You push your bodies against eachother as the kiss continues. Your body feels like it was set on fire as your skin burns from the excitement.

For a moment she pulls away, keeping your hand in hers she leads you to her bed. She lets go of your hand and unties the top of her dress, exposing her breasts. You can’t tell if you’re even breathing at this point. The whole world feels still. She smirks at you and turns around.

“Help me with the back?” She asks.

You nod and start untying her gown and corset as your mind races thinking of what’s to come.

Once everything is loose enough she lifts all her clothing over her head. You try to swallow but there’s a knot in your throat as she stands naked in front of you. She pushes your hair back and lightly touches your shoulder, gesturing you to take off your dress. You follow her silent instructions and pull your sleeves downs off your arms, exposing your chest. She looks at you for a moment before leaning into another kiss. The kiss is slow and gentle, your chests pressed against one another. She brushes your arm before moving her hand between your bodies and grabbing your breast. She helps you pull the rest of your dress off before the kiss breaks and you both get into the bed.

Once you’ve slipped under the sheets you look into eachothers eyes for a silent moment, taking in eachothers beauty.

She places her hand on your cheek. “Are you sure?” Her face full of worry that you may change your mind in wanting her.

You quickly nod, having no doubts this is what you want. She smirks before crashing her mouth onto yours. The kiss is strong and heated, full of pent up lust. You pull eachother closer, legs intertwined. Both your hands wander all over, exploring every inch eachothers bodies. She moans once your fingers find her most intimate place. The beautiful sounds coming out of her light a fire in your stomach. Her hand quickly reaches the same place on your body. You whimper into eachothers mouths as the tension below your stomach builds and builds. Nearly in unison you hit the peak. The kiss breaks as you both cry out loudly, foreheads pressed together.

You both lay back and pant as you catch your breath. You try to bring your mind back to earth as it continues to race at what just happened. She turns her head and smiles at you. You give a shy smile back.

“Well…” She huffs, still breathless. “That was…”

“Wonderful?” You smirk.

She nods and giggles. “Yes, very wonderful.”

“I’ve never…” You hesitate. “Been with… a woman.”

“Neither have I.” She admits and you both giggle.

You look out to the now dark night sky. Margaery notices.

“Would you like to stay?” She asks. “There’s plenty of room to sleep.”

“I would but… I’m not sure it would be proper.”

“What we just did would also not seem proper.” She teases.

“Alright then.” You give a soft smile.

You lightly place your hand on her cheek and she leans into your touch.

“Goodnight my lady.”

“Goodnight (y/n).” She sighs.

She snuggles up closer to you. She gives your shoulder a soft kiss before resting her head. You smile and fall into a peaceful sleep.

**********

The next morning you let out a soft moan to Margaery kissing your neck. Her eyes meet yours when she sees you’re awake. She has a firey look in her blue eyes as she gives you a longing stare before moving her lips back to your neck. She kisses an agonizingly slow trail as she moves down and down your stomach. She begins kissing on your inner thigh. You whine in frustration. Suddenly her mouth is on you and you gasp. Your hands reach for her hair as she teases you with her tongue. You let out little gasps and small moans as she holds your hips still. Your sweet sounds make her moan onto you only sending more electricity through your body. You start to lose control when she enters two of her fingers, keeping in rhythm with her tongue. Your pants eventually turn into a silent scream and you arch your hips against her face and see stars.

You let out a final moan before a heavy sigh as your body relaxes. Margaery wipes her face and moves back up the bed to lay beside you. You pull her in for a strong kiss tasting yourself on her mouth.

“Good morning (y/n).” She smirks.

“Good morning.” You give a shy laugh.

Before you can lean over to kiss her again she gets out of bed and begins to get dressed. You sit up holding the covers and watch her.

She notices you looking at her. “My apologies love, I have many things I must attend to today.”

You try to hide your disappointment, badly wanting to return the favour and to taste her on your tongue. She walks back over to you and asks you to help with her dress. You shuffle to the end of the bed and tie the laces. She turns to you noticing your mood. She leans down and brushes your hair aside.

“But I will return later. We will be together again very soon.” She kisses you with her soft lips.

Once she’s gone you get out of bed and begin to dress. You spend your entire day in a daze, all the memories of her clouding your mind. You count down the hours until you have her alone again.

[myladysapphire]

Duty

Robb Stark had kept his oath to house Frey and married you as a result allowing him to win the north’s independence however he now has to live with the sacrifices of duty and must find out if duty is truly the death of love.

word count: 3,992

CW: MDI 18+, slight smut, p in v, angst, arranged marriage, infidelity, childbirth, unhealthy dynamic, toxic relationship? open ending, pregancy, not proofread!

Robb Stark x Frey!Reader

Masterlist | part two

dividers by @zaldritzosrose

Duty.

The word rang in your head as you stared at your husband.

He was yours; you were his but as his eyes wandered across the hall you knew he was not entirely yours.

A mere hour into your marriage and you already felt the strain of an unfaithful husband.

The longing looks he gave her form across the room were the looks you had wished to feel.

You were the youngest daughter of Walder Frey and his sixth wife, Bethany Rosby, and though your older sister Roslin was often called beautiful, you were considered beautiful. It was the one-word Robb stark had said when he saw you, the only word he had said to you beside your wedding vows.

He hadn’t even spared you a glance since the ceremony, most of your conversations had been with his mother, Catelyn. She had been kind, having been the one that choose you as his bride. But you knew it was not your beauty that she chose you for, it helped of course, pleasing Robb if only by a little. You were neither smart, cunning or wise. You were simple normal, with no special skills to sway the eyes of suitors or to persuade your husband. She choose you, the often forgotten daughter, with no influence or means to gain any, for that reason alone.

It was clear to anyone the marriage and alliance was an unwanted one. Especially to your husband and the woman he loved.

He did not dance with you once, offering no words beside the necessary pleasantries, the kindest act he seemed to do was forbade the bedding ceremony. Though there was little bedding done that night, though the act was done, he neither spoke a word to her or stayed the night. And from the whispers she heard the next day it seemed he had gone to her swiftly after.

He had left after that, though he did not say goodbye, or offer to write to you. You were simply left with his mother, set to journey to the Winterfell.

The journey as not long, taking less than two weeks before you saw the peak of Winterfell’s towers. It was a wonderful sight, having never left the twins, and rarely being allowed outside. Seeing the castle of Winterfell was a freeing experience. There seemed to be endless halls, some bare and empty allowing the privacy you had never once had in the twins. The god’s woods was even more magnificent than you had expected, it expanded for acres, with endless trees and countless springs waring both the gods woods and the castle. You felt some peace here, but you had also never felt more alone.

You were looked at as an outsider, talked to as one, and it was clear you were unwanted.

As the moons passed, you felt even more alone, you only heard about Robbs victory through his mother, the one person who didn’t talk to you with resentment.

Then you realised you had yet to bleed since your wedding.

And the word duty once again rang in your head.

You were pregnant, a fact that made you seemed more welcome, people were kinder to you. And yet you felt more alone, suddenly surrounded by people who only cared for you know you cared the heir.

The heir to a man you did not know, the heir to a man who scorned you on the day of your wedding for another woman. He didn’t even have the respect to at least act like a loyal husband.

You had done your duty, but he had not.

For it seemed she was also pregnant.

You were far along in your pregnancy, near eight moons when you heard the news. The news that was accompanied by your husband’s victory. And the norths independence. Yet you felt little joy only envy at the news of her pregnancy. Envy that she gets to know him and he never once tried to let you know him, even in the fleeting hours they did have together.

The next month was lively, the keep full of servants and lords from all over the north preparing for their kings arrival. The planning of feasts and several other northern events to be held. And you did not know what to think, you had long craved to know your husband, but he seemed to want to forget you even existed, and even more so when he arrived, with her on his arm and a babe in hers.

You bowed your head, clutching your belly protectively as if their presence would harm the babe somehow, and greeted him “husband.” You spoke plainly, not in joy, nor as a move of possessiveness towards her.

He nodded his head, going to greet you in the same fashion but stopping himself at the sight of your belly. “wife” he said in shock, as if the very idea of you being pregnant or here for that matter was shocking.

You smiled, a forced smile and spoke softly, “come, husband we have much to discuss”

She had stayed put, looking lost among the faces of Winterfell.

Though you had started out a stranger those first few months, after your pregnancy was announced, though you had at first received false pleasantries to win your favour, a time that made you feel even more alone. Now you felt rather comforted by the halls and the people with in it.

You took your time to win over the people inside the walls, though you never felt that you could truly be yourself ,as you did not know entirely who you were anymore, but none the less, you no longer felt like a stranger, even Catelin had even started to heavily involve you into the running of Winterfell, and her kindness became truer to you, even more so when news of your husbands bastard spread.

Your basic and natural kind behaviour had one the loyalty of many of the people of the north as they sneered at her, shunning her away as they welcomed the victors back from war.

And from the kind smiles you received as you walked the halls to your chambers, chambers the lord and lady of Winterfell had traditionally shared. It had not crossed your mind about were you would know sleep. Never having shared the bed with another, not knowing what it is to share a bed, let alone with a man. It was also your belongings that filled the room, your tapestries and art, your nicknacks and clothes. His had either gone with him or remained in his old chambers, but know she supposed he was fully with in his rights to move in and perhaps even throw her out.

She did not know if he weas cruel enough to do so, or kind enough to let her stay. You only knew of him through the view of others, mainly his mother. An opinion you held   with restraint, seeing as what mother would not love her son.

He stared at you awkwardly once you entered the room, the realisation of never once talking alone coming to light for you both.

“your with child?” he asked after a moment.

You snorted “of course” you said “though I doubt you care much, seeing as you already have a babe”

“i…” he looked down ashamed, “I do care, though….though we barley know one another… I am your husband”

You snorted again, “really? And where exactly has my husband been? Not once have you acted like one, the only husbandly act you had done was to take my maidenhead!” you were mad, for so long you had been nice and kind, acting as if you cared not for his actions and now months of anger was finally spilling out of you.

He coughed awkwardly, clearly not expecting you to say something like that, especially as one of the first things you had said to him.

“i…I you are right?” he said, clearly unsure of what exactly to say, “I should have said something to you, told you of Talisa”

Talisa.

So that was her name.

“or at least have waited until after we were- “

“until it wasn’t our wedding day?

“yes” he looked down, “though I… I will admit I do not regret loving her”

Loving her.

Hearing it hurt, though you supposed you had to right to feel hurt.

You huffed, your eyes downcast, “must you admit it so freely? I understand we do not know each other, that you did not want this marriage, but it is our duty, and I…” you took a deep breath, looking up at him “I want respect, I want to be treated like a wife, and not” you couldn’t bring her self to say it, you were a woman scorned, scorned by your husband and yet he was a stranger, and in his eyes you hadn’t earns the respect you deserved. “…not like-“ you didn’t say it, he did.

“Like a duty?” He looked at you, “because that’s all that you are, a duty” he seemed to sneer “I once desired a marriage of love and then I was told I would have to marry a Frey” he hissed the name, ‘at first I hoped to find love with my wife, a wife I would not little say in, then I met her” you knew he didn’t mean you, how could he? “Talisa” he whispered “I love her more than I thought possible, and then I met you.” He shook his head “ you are beautiful, more so than she I will admit that, but I do not love you, and I very much doubt I ever will.”

“Why?” You asked, stopping him before he could saying anything more.

He swallowed “how can i? I do not know you-“

“Then get to know me!” You interrupted, moving closer to him, “we are to have a child of our own soon, do you not want to know its mother?”

He shook his head, “let me finish.” He spoke sternly, causing you to step back again.”I do not know if I want to know you, I have her and she for months was all I needed…” he stopped talking then, looking at you, as if hoping you would interrupt despite his words.

“And now i… she had a babe, our babe, a girl. And perhaps some part of me feels And perhaps some part of me the guilt of loving her, despite my duty to you.”

You shook your head, “I am your wife, you should feel more-“ you clutched your belly in pain, as a contraction hit.

 “are you alright?” He asked moving to you.

“I have been having them all day, it is nothing to worry about” you said as you shook it off only to be hit with another contraction.

“Are they meant to come that close together?” He asked worry clear in his voice.

You sneered “I don’t know you’re the one with a bastard, weren’t you there went she gave birth?”

“I… no we haven’t been together since the wedding”

You laughed “oh Im so sorry our marriage was such a inconvenience for your mistress”

He said nothing at that, leading you to believe that perhaps he wanted to continue his relationship with her and she was the one to stop it.

“I’ll fetch the midwives” he spoke suddenly, leaving before you could say anything.

Soon you were on your bed, a midwife between your legs telling you to push.

It was just you and them, woman you had never met, wishing you had met your mother so that she could be here for you and not strangers.

And it seemed the gods were cruel as they sent her in, she walked in saying she was a healer and was simply there to help, and by the worried looks the midwives gave her it seemed you needed it.

She went to touch you, and you flinched back.

“No” you whispered.

“The babe is breached” she said hoping to sway you, but the constant shaking of your head caused her to bite her lip a concerned look filling her face “I have experienced with breached briths, I can help you” she insisted.

“No” you simply said again, but this time she ignored your pleas, moving to sit on the bed and take your hand in hers.

You tried to pull your hand back but she only held on tighter, and leaned in.

“Please let me help you” she begged “neither of us want to be in this situation and I am only trying to help you”

“What so the gods aren’t cruel on you as they have been on me?”

She laughed “sort of I suppose, but also because I have caused you enough pain and wish to mend it.”

You looked at her, she was sincere, it seemed she too hated the situation they were both in, trapped feeling like the other woman, “fine” you gritted out.

She nodded “I need to move the babe” she said placing her hand on your belly and started to turn the babe.

The pain was terrible, the want to push and being unable to and the feeling of you babe moving inside of you, and then finally she said you could push, after that is was swift, and before you knew it cries filled the room, and your baby was placed in your arms, a boy, an heir.

“Congratulations” Talisa breathed, “he looks just like you” she said softly, you smiled nodding you head. He did, he lacked all the Tully features Robb ware, though it was clear the stark genes that skipped him wen to the babe, as he had a tuft of Black hair, and a part of you hoped for the grey eyes most Starks bore. But other than that he was every bit yours, your eyes and nose, he was all you.

“Should we fetch the king?” A midwife asked, and you shook you head,

“no, he knows I am here, let him come to me.” You said, as Talisa went to stand, “thank you,” you whispered.

She smiled “just because we are tied in the same way does not mean we must hate one another” she said, looking at you kindly, and you hoped she was right, because you hated the envy you felt towards her.

“We shall speak on this soon, but for now I shall rest” you said, focusing your attention back on your son.

“Of course,” she nodded. Leaving the room.

Robb did not visit you for ten days. No one did really.

It was just you and your son, Cregan. A stark name, though not a common one, you may know little history but the little you did know was about the dance of the dragons, and about Cregan stark. He was your honourable and loyal, traits you would raise your son with.

“Hello” you heard suddenly, as you Cregan was placed in your arms.

It was robb.

“Finally come to meet your child?” You sneered.

“I apologise” he whispered, coming towards you and looking down at your child. “I had matters to deal with”

“of course” you nodded not that you could see how he had not once found the time to visit you and your child.

“I here you named him Cregan” he spoke, softly smiling down at your son.

“yes, I thought it to be a good stark name.”

He nodded, caressing the babes head. “I had hoped to name him Eddard, or Ned…. After my father” he said softly.

“Was that what you were going to name your daughter had she been a boy?” You asked, though your tone was neither dripped with envy or anger, you had said it so nonchalantly, as if you cared not for the answer.

Both the question and your behaviour confused him, he did not know what to make of you, your personality, or how to even start a marriage with you. Or even if he wanted to have one with you. “Yes” he mumbled, “though we ended up naming her Minisa, after my mothers mother” he spoke with such a tenderness, and you realised you could never compete with her, no matter how kind she was, you hated her.

Hated that she was the only reason you could never know your husband, who he was and what he liked. How he looked when you woke up beside him or how it felt for him to hold you lovingly. Your heart broke at the future you would never have.

“Leave” you demanded, pulling Cregan away from Robb. As if Robb being close to him would hurt him the same way Robb being apart from you, had hurt you.

“What?” He asked in alarm.

“I can’t do this” you said, “I can’t, every moment of our marriage has been shadowed by here, I am your wife, not her”

“gods, I know that, and I hate it” he angry spoke back, “we both know neither of us had a choice in who we marry!”

“but you have a choice in who you love, why not try and love me!”

“Because you’ll never be her” He pulled back completely, “I do not want to know you, I only ever wanted her and I will only ever choose her.”

“then leave!” you spoke as tears fell down your face, “I will move out and into one of your over holdings as soon as I am able, and we will not have to put up with this farce any longer”

“good.”

And just like that any hope for a marriage was lost, your son would only know your face and not his fathers for years to come.

As the years passed your rarely saw your husband. With Cregan now five, all hopes of giving him another sibling had disappeared, as you and Robb could scarcely spend longer than a few minutes in a room together.

And though Cregan got along well enough with his siter, Minisa, a part of you resented her. Resented how she was Robbs whole world and Cregan wasn’t.

perhaps it was because you had pushed him away so thoroughly.

That your relation to his heir caused him to resent your son in turn.

And perhaps he hated you more now that Talisa had passed.

The birth of their second child had killed both mother and babe.

Robb had raged.

For months he seemed to only act in anger.

And then it all stopped.

He seemed to return to normal, expect he know insisted he do his duty to you.

Duty.

You hated the word.

Especially as you lay now on the bed, his cock thrusting in and out of you and your moans filling the room.

There was no emotion but hate in the way he fucked you. As if you were the very reason for her death.

As if you were the guilty one in the marriage, when all you had ever done was your duty. As if you existing had caused her death, as if you had killed her and not the winter sickness.

He seemed to fuck you as if you had killed her, pounding into you at a relentless pace.

There was no part about it that could make it seem like he was making love to you.

Not as he bent you over a desk, or pushed you to the floor and hicked up your dress.

Or as he barged into your room as your maids were preparing you for bed, dismissed them and instantly started fucking you.

You hated it. But you also loved it.

Hated how gave you every opportunity to top him, and not once had you.

You happily let him fuck you.

Enjoying the touch of your husband.

The pleasure of sex.                     

“fuck” he groaned as he came, releasing you from his vice like grip.

He rested his head against yours, catching his breath.

It was rare he fucked you on your back, often choosing you to face away from him as he fucked you.

You pulled back from him awkwardly, waiting for what always happened next.

Him leaving.

But this time he didn’t leave.

Perhaps it was because it had been over a year since her death, over a year since her name was mentioned.

Perhaps he had somehow forgiven you for whatever crime you had committed against him in his head.

He had been more…pleasant?

He had been able to spend time in your company without shouting or yelling at you for no reason.

He had had spent more time with his son, though perhaps that had been because you had taken his daughter under your care.

It hurt almost to care for her but apart of you loved her. Having always wanted a daughter for yourself, and for so long believing you would only ever have your son, Cregan. She was the image of her father, with little trace or her mother on her features. She was quite and shy though she liked you. Perhaps it was because Talisa had always been kind to you, at least to your face.

“the maester tells me you are pregnant” he spoke, as he moved to lie beside you.

“what?” you asked in shock. You had only just found out for yourself this morning.

He sighed, turning to look at you, “he said you were pregnant, about three moons” he said as he moved to make himself comfortable in your bed. “i..yes I am…I only just found out this morning”

“as did I”

It was awkward, neither of you knew how to talk to the other. Neither of you had cared to try until now.

you too moved to make yourself comfortable, tucking your self into bed, and turning your back to him. He sighed before moving towards you, blowing out the candle and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“what are you doing?” you asked.

“sleeping with my wife” he said as if it was obvious. You had never shared a bed with a man, and feeling him pressed against you felt strange. It wasn’t comforting, nor was it uncomfortable.

“oh”

“oh?” he mimicked.

“why?”

“well…we are husband and wife it is time we started acting as such”

You huffed, “ we have been husband and wife for nearly six years now and not once have you slept in my bed.

“well that’s going to change” he said, and before you knew it you were both fast asleep.

The next few months had been so different from the previous years.

Though you had not stopped your previous duties as lady of Winterfell. It seemed now with Robb instant on being a dotting husband you had more duties.

He had moved into your chambers, though you supposed they were rightfully his.

He insisted on taking all your meals together, walking in the gods woods every day together.

He had become kind, and for those few moons you thought perhaps you could grow to tolerate his misgivings and be husband and wife.

Then he called you, “Talisa”

He had said it in passing, not even noticing it at first. And then he saw how your froze and realised his mistake.

He had sighed your name in apology.

But you had ignored him. And realised that perhaps it would be better, not to have hope that you were more than a duty to Robb.

That to him you would never be her. Never be the wife he wanted, only his duty.

It didn’t matter how much he liked to play pretend. Giving you flowers and sweet kisses on your cheek. Deep down you knew you could never forgive him, never find the love and happiness you had long craved, that you deserved.

That you would be a wife of duty, and love was always the death of duty, and duty is the death of love.

And he would never stop loving her.

authors note: this took me 3 weeks to write because i couldn’t figure out to make it have a happy ending. it was far to angsty and i couldn’t justify her forgiving him.

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[axelsagewrites]

What They're Like in Bed

Includes: Margery, Sansa, Daenerys, and Yara (Asha in the books but more ppl kno her as Yara I think)

Warnings: mentions of (but not descriptions) of various kinks, subs, doms, degradation, praise kinks, thigh riding, and oral (that kinda thing) 18+

Word count: 905

Men's part here

Masterlist Here

Margaery

Margaery comes off as very in charge at first, which she is amazing at, but she can have a subby side as well. When she’s dominant she is a soft dom though. She loves to ride your face, telling you to behave or she’ll stop. She’ll sit you on her knees or over her lap, slowly staring to pleasure you and trail kisses on your neck. This girl loves neck kisses. Like obsessed.

She doesn’t do harsh punishments and instead will ban you from touching yourself, or worse her. She’ll make you watch her pleasure herself when you haven’t listened enough to earn it. When you do behave though she will shower you with praise. The praise can also be condescending in nature, saying ‘how good you are for a stupid slut’ or telling you ‘good job’ with a condescending tone. She wants to make you work for her praise.

When Margaery does allow her submissive side to show she loves to be overstimulated and if she trusts you then fully tied up. She could spend all day being tied up and edged just for the satisfaction of her release at the end. She loves when you grab her jaw or throat, even some light chocking, but she doesn’t tolerate degrading or spanking. At least not on her. You are a different story.

Sansa

Sansa was hesitant about having sex to start with, her trust always haven been broken in the past, so when you do start having sex you have to be very gentle. However, once she becomes comfortable things get amazing.

She’s defiantly a very shy sub who blushes when you make eye contact with her. She blushes like crazy when you praise her which is often because of her massive praise kink. She loves to be told how good she is, how sweet she tastes, and how perfect she is. The praise also helps her get out her shell. When she does is when she wants to experiment with things like temperature play with you dripping hot wax over her chest.

Her favourite thing is when you run her a bath, rubbing her shoulders, and kissing her neck, before joining her in it to truly help her relax. She defiantly loves more casual sex vibes. I’m talking laughing and giggling mixing through her moans, sleepy morning sex, lazy casual sex, making out on the bed as her hands wander your body.  Her absolute favourite thing though is when you go down on her. Sansa can be a bit of a pillow princess in this regard but she’s also a very caring partner so if you point it out, she will turn her attention on you.

Daenerys

Daenerys feels a need to be dominant with her partner due to her history and never feeling like she is treated seriously. She does love being dominant though and loves a partner who will sit at her feet, praising her and begging to touch her. She loves to deny you of her touch or your finish until she has heard sweet praise and begs fall from your lips.

Her favourite positions are definitely to do with riding though. She loves to ride your face or have you ride her. Sometimes she’ll have you ride her thigh, teasing how easy it was to turn you on. She loves when you worship her body and the trails of kisses you leave across it. She realises her subby side one time when you began to suck her nipples and she wanted nothing more than for you to keep going and to please you. Oh also she loves nipple play.

When she is submissive, she loves to please and be praised, being told how good she is and how she can earn her next reward and asking permission to touch you or to cum. While she’ll ask first, she will never beg. She doesn’t handle degradation or punishment well but she never brats enough to deserve it. She just wants to be taken care of and make sure that you reach your own peak in the process.

Yara

Yara is a dom who loves to tease. This girl will tease you from the moment the sun rises till it sets regardless of whether you’re in the bedroom or not. She loves to flirt with you in front of others. She loves watching you blush and stutter at her words however she also gets a kick out of the days that you flirt as boldly back. This causes her to step up her game, sometimes dragging you off to the nearest surface or wall to remind you that she was in charge.

If her partner were comfortable with her, she would love to try a bit of exhibitionism. Maybe not go all the way but the idea of someone watching her turn you into a moaning mess riled her up to no end. She also wouldn’t be against watching you with someone else, however only if and when she allowed it and she was very particular on who she would share you with. This was also the reason she loves threesomes.

She loves to have her partner ride her thigh, choking them as she does. She’s down to try a lot of different thing but she will tease you incessantly while doing so if not straight up degrade you if you allowed her. She’s very experimental.

A/N: I love the girls but why can't they have easier names lmao I keep auto correcting to Margery not Margaery.

[freakassfemme]

(Smut/Drabble) Is It Casual Now? CisF! Reader x Yara Greyjoy

Summary: Y/N, a member of Yara's crew and longtime fling, finds herself struggling to face the reality of the Ironborn serving a Targaryen tyrant, especially after Yara's confession.

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST! It's horny but it's sad. Oral sex, f/f, lesbianism (but that's a blessing), angsty sex, sad sex, crying

A/N: YES the title is based off of Casual by Chappell Roan. Every time I listen to it I can't help but imagine something angsty with Yara.

NO MINORS BEYOND THIS POINT

The boat crashing against the rage of the sea only slammed your hips farther onto Yara's fingers as you struggled to keep yourself upright. Her hips worked some to hold you in place on top of the crate you sat upon, but still you tethered yourself on a rope hanging from the ceiling of the steerage.

Your moans were partially washed out by the creaking of the boat and partially by the way she smothered your lips in her own, and when she groaned back into you, your hand dropped and wrapped around her neck, deepening the kiss in a clash of teeth and tongue.

This wasn't unusual for the two of you. You'd been the only female member of her crew for quite some time, and like any of the men on board, you two preferred to find solace in the arms of a woman. It had never been anything serious, and it had always been something kept mostly private. Yara loved good company, but with a member of her crew could put her authority in jeopardy.

However, there was something unusual about the way Yara's mouth wandered to your neck. There was something entirely unusual about the way that she, rather than a simple bite on the shoulder to stifle her own noises, worked a deliberate mark right at the base of your jaw. In all three years of your little secret, Yara had never made such intentions present.

This new sensation pulled little gasps from you that floated right to Yara's spine, sending a shiver down it, so she continued placing her claim at the base of your throat, in the dip of your neck, under your ear, creating bruises that eventually washed to the other side of your throat as well.

Her fingers pumped ferociously inside of you, carelessly bruising every sweet spot like it was her last moments on this earth. When you cried out against her, she cooed into your ear so sweetly that you couldn't even form the words to tell her to stop (not that you would want to).

"Are you going to cum for me, sweetheart?" She whispered into your ear, and you shuddered, letting out a breathy laugh.

"N-no," you said, knowing it was the complete opposite of the truth. It was impossible for you to not to, especially when you knew she could feel the way you pulsed around her fingers, the way you gushed into her palm with every push, and the twitch of your thighs with every gentle curl.

"I don't think so," you murmured, letting a teasing smile slip.

Yara shook her head, chuckling and digging her fingers into a particular spot that had you almost jumping out of your seat. She watched, lips parted as your head fell back against the wall of the ship and your eyes fought not to squeeze shut.

"Your cunt is telling me a different story," she growled. She pressed her hand into your lower stomach, building another toe-curling pressure inside you as she held you in place. She kissed you sweetly after you let out a small cry, then sank to her knees.

You watched as Yara turned her focus to mouth at your clit, the vulnerability in her kneeling not slipping past you. The admiration in her eyes, the intensity of her passion - these things did not go unnoticed, and you felt your eyes begin to water. Tingles worked their way up your shoulder, and your ears rang as she pulled moan after moan from you. Your fingers dug into the crate, and you looked down at her with flushed cheeks.

Your heart pounded in your chest, but every other beat pulled a painful chord in your chest, and Yara could feel the way you began to choke up. Her hand slipped down to rub your thigh affectionately, but you instinctively grabbed it, interlacing your fingers.

Your eyes began to burn and blur as salty tears slipped down your rosy cheeks, and Yara squeezed your hand, watching the way you rested your other hand over your forehead, too mixed up between the climaxing pleasure and your longing heart to stay still.

"Yara," you whimpered out, "I'm, I'm-" But you couldn't get it out. It was all too much, the banging in your chest, the way Yara's fingers opened you up as easily as two flower petals, the way she made out with your sex like it was the love of her life, the way she had made it obvious to anyone who looked at you for the next week what had happened, and how they would know exactly who did it--

-- if you made it to the end of the week.

Tensions were high in all parts of the world, and the recent alliance between the Iron Islands and Daenerys Stormborn had completed changed the basis of the Ironborn way of life, and every member of the fleet in particular was feeling the effects of it.

Being pulled so far away from home, losing friends and family members too far from the sea to even retrieve them, and now you were following the trail of the dead with Yara to meet the queen who had started all of this, who had threatened and reconstructed an ancient way of life.

"What do you mean you don't want to go?" Yara stuttered, looking at you in disbelief. "That's not your decision to make, Y/N."

You stood on the other side of the room, running your hands through your hair. Your fight had echoed through the halls of Pyke until Yara had had enough and pulled you into a private room, but even now, passerby stopped to listen in.

It wasn't that you were a particularly disobedient soldier. You had always trusted Yara with your life, obeyed every command, even if that meant returning to her drenched in blood and void of emotion. She was your Captain, your Queen, and you had promised your life to her.

"Why are you serving her?" You exclaimed, throwing your hands up. "She's not even Ironborn, and you've known her for all but a few weeks, and now you've bent the knee?"

"Y/N," Yara stepped forward cautiously, but you waved her off, stepping back. She could feel the heat radiating off of you, feel the anger ripping at the air, threatening the foundation of this offhand non-commitment commitment you had to each other.

"No, Yara!" You exclaimed, "I won't go off to die in the middle of some fucking sea-less dessert for some woman I've never met!"

"She is the Dragon Queen!" Yara argued back, slowly letting her own temper slip from her. "She is the breaker of chains! She will bring no harm to the islands - you know I would not allow that."

You turned to her, eyes burning with rage, and met her face.

"Oh, but you have so willingly sacrificed everything the Ironborn stand for and everything we are for her!" You screamed. Yara stared fiercely down at you, though she did not respond. "And for what? What do we receive in return?"

Still, Yara said nothing. This irritated you even further, so you went further, going so far as to push Yara back. She let you, still quiet.

"You cannot kill another Ironborn, so what, you've taken to dragging us far away and drowning us all in her name?" You hissed. "What has she promised you? Or are you truly just so wound up in some foreign woman's cunt you would erase everything we have worked for?"

You went to push her again, but Yara grabbed on to your wrists. She dragged you forward, bringing you until you were so close you thought she might kiss you if it weren't for the circumstances.

For a long moment, you stared at each other, rage stirring and boiling at the very sight of each other, at the implications you had grown to believe about each other during this fight.

Then, Yara opened her mouth.

Nothing came out at first, simply a few stuttered breaths, then a glance away. And though you had quite a few times before worked Yara up to the point of chosen silence, never had you rendered Yara speechless.

Then, she looked back down at you, and swallowed thickly. Her expression had changed, twisted into a much more somber one.

"If I die out there," she whispered, "I cannot die without you."

[fantasydreamland]

Gossip

margaery tyrell x fem reader

Sequel to Handmaiden

(tho can be read separately)

Summary: Margaery is now married to Renly Baratheon. There are whispers about him and another man but what happens when people begin to notice how close Margaery seems to be with her handmaiden.

Notes: 18+ ONLY!!!, wlw, smut, public x, fingering, oral (f), fluff, possible spoilers

x Based on a request x

word count: 1656

masterlist

“You look enchanting, my lovely rose.” You say as you help with the final touches of Margaerys wedding gown.

It was the day of her wedding to Renly Baratheon. Although they cared for and respected eachother, neither Margaery or Renly felt romantic feelings towards one another. They both had an unspoken understanding that they would allow eachother to privately explore wherever their hearts did lead. You knew about Renly and Loras, Margaerys brother. They attempt to conceal their affections for eachother but it was quite obvious to most and there were whispers about them among the court.

You had become that with Margaery. Your heart soared from the way she returned your affections, just as in love with you as you were her.

“Thank you, (y/n).” She gives a partially fake smile through the mirror.

“Dare I ask what’s wrong?” You say softly.

She sighs as she smooths her dress out in the mirror. “I think we both know the answer, love.” She says in her deep sarcastic tone, giving you a smirk afterward.

You let out a big sigh and nod as you continue to smooth out the fabric of her dress.

“It could be worse,” you say as her eyes meet yours in the mirror. “You are at least blessed enough to have a husband who would allow…” you give a shy smirk as you roll your eyes.

“My personal interests…” she finishes for you as she smirks and turns around so you’re face to face, so close her breath fanned over yours.

She gives you an all knowing look making your breath get caught in your throat. Her hand brushes your cheek as yours find home gently on her hips. “That is true. But I don’t believe any husband could contain me from you, my love.”

Before you could respond her lips are on yours, giving a long soft kiss. You part and gaze at eachother with a lustful look.

She gently pulls away and smooths her dress and hair. “Well… I suppose I should go get married now.”

She gives you a faint smile and you give a small curtesy in return before following her out of the room. The ceremony was quick and the feast was actually very enjoyable. Margaery and Renly sat together but they hardly looked at one another as Renly chatted the night away with Loras sitting beside him, and Margaery had her full attention on you standing off to the side by her. The lack of affection between the newly wedded couple did not go unnoticed.

At the end of the night you walk Margaery to her wedding chambers. As you turn the last corner through the empty hallways Margaery quickly pushes you against the wall and pulls you into an all consuming kiss. Your tongues vigorously clash together and you cup her cheeks as she holds you firmly by the waist, pushing her body against yours on the wall. The overly passionate kiss ends within a few seconds and you look at her with a surprised and heated look.

“I suppose I needed to get into the mood…” she says lowly with a smirk. She gives you a small nod goodbye before she enters her chambers alone.

**********

A few days had passed and things returned to some form of normal. Margaery and Renly slept in their own chambers again. Margaery gave you a small room close enough to her you could easily sneak away into her chambers most nights.

Although you shared most of your love secretly at night, Margaery loved to tease you with affection in semi public settings. It was also just hard to keep your hands off eachother through an entire day. You were completely enamoured with her so it just made it all the more thrilling for you both.

You knew there were whispers about Margaery and her handmaiden. That she is far more friendly with you than most usually are with their handmaidens. At first the idea of this bothered and embarrassed you but the more time spent with Margaery the less you cared what others thought. You were still both cautious enough to make sure these would remain rumours. However, the bashful smiles and light touches did not go unnoticed by others.

**********

Margaery had a late afternoon tea with her grandmother in the gardens. Most people had retired back inside. By the time they finished the only people who remained in the gardens was Margaery, her grandmother, and their handmaidens. She and her grandmother say goodnight with a hug and kiss on the cheek.

“Lady Olenna,” you curtsy as she gives you a nod and returns to the castle leaving you and completely Margaery alone.

“Apologies, my love. I didn’t expect her to arrive so late for afternoon tea.” She apologies once her grandmother is completely out of sight.

“Do not worry, my lovely rose.” You take her hand in yours. “Any time spent with you is worth it.”

She smiles and lightly squeezes your hand. “Thank you, love.”

She looks around at the empty gardens and quiet courtyard as everyone on the grounds had gone inside while the sun was setting.

“It seems we have time alone right now…” she smirks and gives you an all knowing look.

Before you can object she pulls your body against hers and your noses brush as she hovers her lips over yours teasingly. You want to be logical in such a public place and pull away, but the way she clouds your mind makes you lean in. The kiss is gentle at first and quickly becomes heated and passionate.

She pulls away and leads you over to the stone bench just behind some flowers and nudges you down to sit. She gently positions herself on her knees in front of you and takes your face into her hand before kissing you again. As the kiss continues she starts to hike up your skirts.

“My love, please, not here…” you pull away and begin to protest.

She ignores your pleas as her lips move to your neck and she finishes hiking up your skirt enough that she could slip underneath. Before you even have time to comprehend what she is doing, her mouth is on you and you bite your lip hard trying to contain your moans.

Margaery continues to unravel you with her tongue as your cheeks burn up and you look around with in a panic, your vision blurred from pleasure. There was no one in sight, everyone had returned inside for the night but you still tried to stay alert as anyone who walked by this part of the garden would surely catch you. As you get closer to your peak you find it harder and harder to contain your screams.

“Oh gods… my rose, please. I cannot- I cannot stay quiet.” You pant.

Margaery ignores you and continues to relentlessly work her tongue on your most sensitive spot. She slowly inserts her fingers and that triggers you to see stars. You quickly cover your mouth as a final scream escapes you, even through your hand you were sure someone could have heard if they were in the area.

She comes out from under your dress and looks up at you with a huge smirk as you look down at her with flushed cheeks.

“That was far too dangerous, love.” You say, panting out of breath.

“What is life without a little risk?” She teases as she carefully stands up and dusts off her dress.

She reaches her hands out to help you stand as she pulls you up into a passionate kiss. Your hands move into her hair as she cups one of your cheeks, holding your waist tightly with the other hand. She moves her lips down to your neck harshly kissing your pale skin, no doubt leaving small marks. Before things can go any further you lightly push her away.

“The hour is getting late, my lovely rose.” You say with your fingers twisting a strand of her hair.

“You’re right, my love. Let’s head off to bed then.” She gives you her classic devilish smirk hinting that you were not finished with eachother yet. You spend the rest of the night tangled in the sheets together.

**********

The next morning Margaery went to enjoy breakfast with her grandmother in their favourite spot, the gardens. There were a few other ladies of the court at the table chatting away as you helped pour Margaery’s tea.

“I swear to you someone was getting intimate right here in the gardens last night!” One of the women suddenly said, causing you to overfill and spill the tea.

“I’m so sorry, my lady.” You say as you quickly gather cloths to clean up the small mess, cheeks burning red.

“That’s quite alright.” Margaery smiles at you and gently touches your arm for a moment.

The brief show of affection between you had the attention of all the women at the table. They passed questioning glances between eachother as you left the table to stand back over to the side.

“How would you even know such a thing? No one would be out here that late.” Another woman asks, resuming their conversation.

“Believe me, I know. By the sounds and moaning I could hear… it was obvious!” The first woman replied.

Your eyes meet Margaery’s as you both blush and quickly look away. Lady Olenna looks between the two of you and smirks to herself, knowing full well what’s transpired. She knew her granddaughter well, if the clear affections she has for you wasn’t already obvious, the small red marks on your neck were.

“Did you see who it was?” The other woman asks.

“No, but whoever they were they have quite the man to make them scream like that.” She smirks.

All the women start giggling at the joke and you and Margaery make guilty eye contact, laughing along.



[vsnyarbll]

the crown

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader x Aegon II Targaryen

words: 4.566

summary: Y/N's lovers stole Aegon the Conqueror's crown for her. And they have plans for the night.

warnings: incest, 18+, SMUT (dom!aemond, threesome, sub!reader, fingering, cum play, penetration, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, orgasm denial)

a/n: Sorry for any mistakes. English is not my native language. / This one is the first smut I've ever written. You have been warned. MDNI

"I can't believe what you said to Lady Lannister!" said Baela, unable to contain her laughter.

"Keep your voice down, Baela." Y/N said, laughing.

"What was funny was Lord Lannister's expression. Did you see that, love? I think he wasn't facing you," said Jace, shaking Baela's arm.

"I didn’t see it! How could I miss it?!"

“When we get to our chambers, I'll make an impression of him for you.”

"Shut up, both of you." She was afraid that her mother or one of her aides would overhear them. Her known disagreement with the Lords had always been a problem for her.

Their walk down the hallway was a little shaky. They were all almost drunk except Y/N. It had been a long, tiring day. They had gotten up early in the morning and gone dragon riding, and the afternoon had been all about celebrating the king's name day.

Y/N usually liked to get drunk. She enjoyed forgetting all her duties and responsibilities for a moment. But she didn't want to deal with a morning headache on top of a busy day.

Everyone had a great time at the celebration. But at the end of the evening, the lady said some unpleasant things about Prince Aemond. First, she criticized the desserts served at the celebration. Then how the traditions of the Targaryens don't fit in Westeros. Y/N didn't remember much of what she said next. But she remembered that Lady Lannister told her that Aemond was a monster who needed to be in the dungeons and said she felt very sorry for Y/N. What she'd said about Aemond had been enough to make her blood boil. She didn't need to remember how she had humiliated her family to lash out at her.

"Jace! I promised Grandma I'd stop by her room," said Baela.

"Where was her chambers?" he asked and held out his arm for her to take. "I don't know,” she said, taking his arm.

Y/N wanted to bang her head against the walls. They were standing in front of their grandmother's chambers. She was never this fool like them when she was drunk.

Right?

"We're in front of her chambers," Y/N said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, Jace! My love! Look, there's her chambers." She left Jace and walked towards the door.

"Do you have to go?" Jace said with tears in his eyes. Y/N held herself back from rolling her eyes again.

"I promise I'll be in our room in five minutes."

Jace grabbed Baela tightly around the waist and pulled her to him. "You promised, my beautiful wife."

"Yes, but I need to know what I promised,” she said in a flirtatious voice.

"I'd be happy to give you a little rundown," Jace said and pressed his lips to hers. As they kissed, Jace's hand slid down to her lower back.

Y/N saw things escalating and grabbed her brother's arm and pulled. "We're leaving, Jace. Come on."

"I'm going to tell my mother!"

"Tell her what?! That Y/N stopped us from having sex in the hallway?"

Jace took a deep breath and turned to his wife. "My love. I'll be ready when you get back to our room."

"Jace!"

Baela ignored Y/N's protests and pulled Jace to her, bringing her lips to his. "Come on, leave Y/N in her chambers, darling, and I'll keep my conversation with my grandmother as brief as I can. i will be in our chambers in five minutes.”

Jace nodded reluctantly and offered his arm to Y/N, who took it. Just as they were about to continue on their way, Rhaena came up from behind, panting. "I still haven't gotten over tonight's perfection. Someone had to put that woman in her place."

"Can you shut up about this subject? All of you. If my mother finds out, it'll be the last time you see me."

"Y/N, I can't believe you're still tense. When was the last time you and Aemond made love?"

"Don't wake the dragon Rhaena," she said, mocking the sentence.

"Oh, I'm sure the dragon in you is awake. The question is, is Aemond's dragon awake?"

"Rhaena, you are supposed to be the good one among us!" They all laughed.

Y/N and Aemond's chambers were the closest ones to them in the hallway.

Rhaena, Jace, and Y/N continued walking down the hall arm in arm. "Good night, Y/N," he said as they came to the door of her chambers. "Good night Jace." they hugged each other briefly.

"I'm sure Jace will have a good night," said Rhaena. Y/N laughed to her respond and went into her chambers.

Y/N was surprised at the state of mind that alcohol had put Rhaena. She usually had a shy nature. Rhaena would never start a conversation unless someone spoke to her. Y/N liked that alcohol made her so outspoken.

xxx

It had been a long day, and she finally had the peace of being alone. She couldn't wait to get into bed and snuggle up to her husband. The last time she saw her husband was in the middle of the day. Then Prince Daemon called all the men and told them they had something important to do.

Since then, no one had seen any of the men in the family except Jace, who insisted on staying by Baela's side.

She felt her insides fill with longing for Aemond.

She moved further into the room, eager to get rid of her heavy jewelry and dress as soon as possible.

She had just taken a few steps away from the door when someone knocked. "Princess, I have come to prepare you for sleep," the maid said from behind the door.

"I will prepare myself tonight, Lola. You may go."

"As you wish, Princess."

"Good night, Lola. Dream of me," said Y/N with a smile.

"Good night, Princess."

Y/N walked to the vanity table. She reached up to her right ear and slowly removed the earring.

"Hello, wife."

She was startled by the unexpected sound but did not show it.

As she placed the earring in one of the boxes on the table, she replied. "Hello, husband." Her back was to Aemond.

She hadn't seen him when she entered the room. In her head, she briefly weighed where he might be when she entered the room. "Where were you when I entered the room?"

"I was on the couch, but I think you were too distracted to notice."

She nodded her head. Lord Lannister wasn't the only thought that troubled him. He was the least of her worries.

"Good evening, Y/N."

She sighed deeply at the second voice. Y/N could barely manage one of her lovers. And now they were both in the room.

"Aegon, I am too tired to do anything."

"I didn't say anything!"

"I could tell by your tone."

Aegon and Aemond looked at each other shortly.

Y/N put her other earring in the box. Then she reached for the necklace that matched her earrings. She put it next to the earrings and closed the box.

"We have a surprise for you. And I'm sure it will change your mind," Aegon said.

Y/N could hear the grin in his voice. "You finally convinced Cregan Stark to join us?

Aegon gave a fake laugh. "It wasn't funny the first time you said it. It's still not funny. "

"I think it's hilarious.”

"We will make you regret this whole Cregan Stark thing tonight. Maybe then you'll realize it's not funny."

"There will be no such thing as tonight, Aegon."

"I guess we will make you chew your own words too."

Y/N could hear her lovers whispering amongst themselves as she pulled the hairpins out of her hair. Her silver-gold, wavy hair fell over her shoulders.

Aemond kept his eyes on her as he spoke to Aegon, not wanting to miss any of her movements.

"Y/N, we stole something for you."

"You stole? What could you have stolen?" she said as she turned around. Why would a prince need to steal something?

Aegon grinned and raised the item in his hand a little higher. Y/N froze at the sight of Aegon holding a crown.

"You steal a crown?"

"It's not just any crown, Y/N. It's King Aegon's crown," said Aegon.

“I know. I'm the one who told you this crown was Aegon's.”

Aegon narrowed his eyes and looked at her with mock anger. “We had to pass a lot of guards to get into the crown room. Please, let's make this night worth it.”

Y/N walked towards her lover. She ran her fingers over the crown. The steel was cold, but it felt like it was burning her fingers.

The crown was more than just an object. It symbolized the most critical power in the world. Both Y/N and Aemond were aware of it.

Aemond had never seen Y/N with a crown on her head.

His greatest wish was to see her with a crown sitting on The Iron Throne.

Together they were the perfect couple. They both wanted power and each other more than anything else in the whole world.

On the other side, Aegon balanced them. He didn't want power or the throne. He just wanted to live out his days in Y/N's arms.

Aemond took the crown from Aegon's hand and carefully placed it on Y/N's head.

"It's going to be a great night," Aemond said. He reached up and kissed her forehead. "But if you drop the crown, we will end the night, and you will sleep like that, all needy."

Y/N wanted to squeeze her legs at that very moment. Aemond's words, especially the way he said them, had already made her ears burn with need.

Aemond took Y/N by the arm and brought her in front of the mirror. "Look at yourself, Y/N." He came close behind her until there was no distance between them.

Aemond pulled her hair aside, exposing her neck, and began to kiss the pale skin.

Y/N gasped when she felt Aemond's lips on her neck. "You look so powerful," he said and continued to place wet kisses on her neck. "Yet you need my permission to do the slightest thing.” He started running his hands along her arms. "Imagine a queen ordering people around,” This time, his hands went to the neckline of her dress, tugging at it as much as possible. Her shoulders and the tops of her breasts were exposed. "ruling a kingdom," He leaned close to her ear, making sure his breath touched her ear as he spoke. "subduing all the impudent lords." He put a sly smile on his lips. "But she can't even cum without her husband's permission.”

She gasped at his words.

Aegon was bored with the lack of attention he was getting.

And also, there had been an uncomfortable hardness in his trousers ever since they stole the crown.

He, like Aemond, longed to see Y/N with a crown on her head. He didn't care about the concept of power, but the thought that his lover had that power was exciting for him.

Her ascension to the throne was a big dream of his. Returning to their chambers, he imagined her on the Iron Throne and almost came in his pants.

Aegon took her by the arm and pulled her to the center of the room again. "I missed you so much," he said as he buried his nose in her neck. He inhaled her scent as if he wanted to fill his lungs with the scent.

Aegon's breaths tickled her neck. She giggled and said, "You only saw me this morning."

"We did more than seeing each other." Aegon's voice muffled in her neck.

Aemond snorted and turned her toward him. "It's my turn now, then."

Aegon moved dangerously close to her from behind and protested against Aemond. "You left her to go to sword training. Someone had to take care of your wife's needs."

"Unlike you, with all the sword training, I'll be able to protect her."

"Against what exactly? Dragons?” He said, referring to the nonsense fairy tales they grew up listening to sleep. They never understood why a knight had to protect a princess from a dragon. Y/N had always thought the princess could defend herself with her dragon. On the other hand, Aemond argued that an insignificant knight could not kill a dragon. He was right. He knew he was right. But he couldn't defend his idea too much because his brother Aegon had said he had no right to comment on such a thing. After all, he didn't have a dragon. At the end of that day, Y/N punched Aegon. She said he would stop all this nonsense, or she would cut out his tongue.

Surprisingly, the two brothers were on good terms after that day.

"That's why nobody loves you, Aegon."

“Did I say something wrong?”

Y/N turned around again. She held Aegon's face tightly. She knew how sensitive this was for Aegon.

He hadn't been loved or respected by his family. In everyone's eyes, he was a drunk, useless person.

Y/N didn't understand how people hated Aegon. He was a sensitive and gentle soul. But the people around him had forced him to be someone else. "I don't hate you, my love."

Aegon averted his eyes, and she tilted her head, trying to catch his gaze. "Neither does Aemond.”

Aemond reached out to either side of Y/N and took hold of Aegon's arms. "I don't hate you, Aegon.”

Aegon spoke, trying to hide his smile. “We'd better get to work before someone notices the absence of the crown.”

Y/N lifted her head and tried to reach Aegon's lips.

Aegon immediately granted her request. His kisses were calm and loving at first. But neither Aegon's soft kisses nor Aemond's hands on her waist were enough for her.

Y/N brought her hand to the front of his pants and pressed her hand against the hardness. Aegon was relieved to get some reaction, finally.

He put his hands on her cheeks and pressed his lips to her even harder.

Aemond started untying the strings at the back of her dress.

After loosening the last line of the dress's back, he ran his fingers up her spine without removing the dress. She shivered at the sudden sensation.

Aegon moved his lips to her neck, and Aemond pulled the sleeves of the dress away from her.

She was holding the front of her dress so it wouldn't fall. Aemond began planting kisses on her back and shoulders. The lips and tongues of her lovers running along her body made her feel so tense.

Aegon broke their kiss. He took her hands and interlocked their fingers.

The silk dress that hugged her soft skin slid down her body. Aegon studied her body with interest and hungry eyes as if seeing her for the first time.

Aemond pressed his hardness against her now naked arse.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat. He turned her to him and began to kiss her, attacking her lips.

Wasting no time, he rolled his tongue into her mouth. He squeezed her breast with his right hand as he swirled his tongue around hers.

He put his other hand on her waist to support her. Y/N wrapped her hands around Aemond's neck and tangled her fingers in his long hair.

He brought his hand on her breast to her nipple.

At first, he started to draw small circles on the nipple. Then, when he didn't get a response, he pinched it hard. Y/N moaned into his mouth.

From the corner of his eye, he looked at Aegon, whose presence in the room he had briefly forgotten. He had taken off his jacket and thrown it on the couch and was struggling to unbutton his shirt.

Aemond immediately parted his lips from hers. "Keep your clothes on. Tonight only she will be naked."

Y/N couldn't stop her body from trembling with desire. She pressed herself against Aemond's erection.

She was excited because of the idea that she was the only one of them naked. Aemond and Aegon smirked simultaneously.

"Y/N, sometimes I think you're a whore worthy of a brothel," he said and started buttoning his shirt. "And most of the time, you confirm it.”

Y/N snuggled up to Aemond. He started stroking her back and lowered his hand slowly.

"Lay down on the bed, Aegon."

Aegon did what he said.

Aemond walked towards him, still holding Y/N tightly. "Pull down your pants."

The other two watched as Aegon unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. When he pulled his pants down to mid-thigh, Aemond stopped him again. "Just pull it down enough."

"What do you want from me, Aemond?! I will die of frustration."

Without saying anything, Aemond began to run his hand over Y/N's stomach.

Then he gradually lowered his hand.

He ran his hand over her folds, but he still wasn't giving her the touch she wanted.

Y/N held on to his arm tightly.

"Do you think my brother deserves your cunt, Y/N?"

"Yes, yes! Please."

"Hmm, I think he was going well until just now."

He slid his long fingers between her folds. He slid his fingers up and down a few times. Finally, he pressed two fingers against her clit. She moaned softly and clung even tighter to his arm. "I'll let you fuck her if you don't touch yourself until I say so."

Aegon sighed at the sight in front of him. It was an almost impossible task, but he wanted to fuck her more than anything.

He nodded his head.

"Please do something, Aemond," she begged desperately.

He started circling her clit.

At first, he didn't apply too much pressure. When she got used to the stimulation, he increased the pressure.

Y/N could no longer hold back her moans. She felt herself getting closer and closer to cumming.

She felt like every part of her body was on fire.

"Are you close, my love?"

"Yes, I am so close. Don't stop." Her voice trembled with the need to reach her climax.

Then suddenly, Aemond stopped the movement of his fingers. Y/N made a strangled noise. "Why did you stop?!"

”It's Aegon's turn now, my dear. Get on top of him”

She did not want to leave Aemond's warm arms, but she also wanted to be with Aegon.

Y/N climbed on top of Aegon and sat on his legs. She ran her fingers over Aegon's cock.

She started drawing circles on the tip with her thumb. Aegon's cock throbbed with need. He lifted his hips, thrust himself into her hand, and moaned, wanting more.

“Don't tease him, wife.”

Aemond didn't need to say it twice. Y/N was already eager to fulfill his wishes.

She stroked Aegon's cock a few times. Then put her knees on either side of his legs and straightened up on her knees.

She placed his cock at her entrance and slowly began to sit on it.

They both moaned with relief.

Aegon's breathing quickened as she took all of him inside her.

Y/N felt his cock touch that spot inside her that almost made her lose her mind. No one but the two of them could have been so in tune with her and fucked her as well as they did.

Aemond pressed his body against Y/N's from her left side. The rough fabric of his suit almost stung her sensitive skin.

“Fuck yourself with his cock.”

Aemond's tone of voice was different in such moments. His voice would become more dominant with the feelings of desire. It was one of Y/N's favorite things to hear on nights like this, and another was Aegon's whimpers and moans.

She started bouncing on Aegon’s length. But even though she tried to speed up as she could, she was still too slow.

Aemond tsked from her side. “I know you can do better. Look at poor Aegon. You torment him.”

Y/N tried to pick up the pace, driven by the instinct not to disappoint Aemond. But all three knew Y/N wouldn’t make herself or Aegon cum without help.

“When you take one of our cocks inside, you lose all your functions.”

Y/N moaned in response to Aemond's words.

Aegon placed his hands on her thighs and squeezed hard. Her skin was already red, and she was sure that if he kept holding her thighs so hard, there would be bruises in the shape of Aegon's fingers.

She was already close to her climax. Aegon was no different from her. Aegon would have lasted much longer on a casual day, but seeing Y/N with a crown pushed him to his limits.

He could no longer resist her bouncing breasts. Aegon reached out and squeezed them. Y/N moaned loudly in response, and her walls tightened around him.

He knew she was on the edge of her climax. Whenever she was close, her walls became, in Aegon's words, 'delicious'.

Aegon looked at Aemond. He understood what he meant. "Are you close, my little dragon?"

"Yes, Aemond. Please!”

“Beg properly.”

“Please-“ Her words caught in her throat as Aegon lifted his hips and started pounding. “Please let me cum.”

“Good girl. You can cum after Aegon does.”

Aegon let go of her breasts and pinched her nipples.

Y/N threw her head back under the weight of the pleasure she felt.

And then the last thing she wanted to happen to her that night happened.

The crown slipped from her and fell on Aegon's legs.

Aemond stopped her movement completely. He pressed her hips against Aegon to prevent even the slightest movement.

Y/N slowly opened her eyes.

Aegon was frustrated that everything had stopped a few moves before he cum.

Aemond was looking at her with his usual expression. No one could ever tell from his facial expressions what he was thinking.

He lifted her off Aegon and sat her on the bed next to him. Her legs were aching with every movement.

“I told you if you dropped the crown, you'd go to bed needy.”

Y/N felt helpless under the weight of having her orgasm taken away for the second time that night.

Her eyes filled with tears.

But at the same time, it felt so good to feel Aemond's power over her. He was the one who decided when she would or would not have an orgasm.

“I'm sorry."

“You're lucky you're so pretty. Maybe I'll change my mind by the end of the night.”

“Thank you, Aemond."

“Good girl. You know when to say thank you.”

She nodded. Aemond felt weak at her submissiveness.

It was a perfect fit. Y/N was a perfect match for him.

“And what about me?” asked Aegon.

Aemond thought for a while, planning the rest of the night. “Get on your knees, Y/N.”

Y/N immediately got out of bed. She moved in front of Aemond and got on her knees.

“You know what to do.”

Y/N pulled Aemond's cock out. The tip was dark pink with need and dripping precum. She almost drooled at that sight.

She pumped his cock several times with her right hand. Then she brought her lips close to the tip. Y/N knew Aemond was an impatient man, and she didn't want to keep him waiting.

He moaned as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. The slightly salty taste of precum made her squeeze her thighs.

Slowly she began to take more and more of him into her mouth.

When his tip touched the back of her throat, she stopped and began to move back and forth along its length. She used her hand for the part she couldn't put in her mouth.

Aemond was not pleased that Y/N refrained from gagging. He tangled his fingers in her hair and began to push his cock slowly down her throat. She rested her hands on his thighs for support.

Aemond moaned again as she gagged around him. His cock brushed the back of her throat a few more times, and her eyes watered.

Aegon stood up and came over to them. He wrapped his right hand around his cock, trying to reach his orgasm. "You're perfect for us," said Aegon.

Aemond pulled his cock out of her mouth, stepped back, and began to try to empty himself with his hand.

Y/N sat on her knees at their feet, looking at them through her eyelashes. Her cheeks were wet with tears, drool running down her lips to her chin.

The sight alone was enough to make them both come on the spot.

Aegon was the first to cum on her breasts, and it was not long before Aemond followed.

Aemond walked to the bathroom as Aegon leaned over her. He took as much of the seed from her breast as he could with two fingers and brought it to her lips.

She immediately parted her lips and began to suck her lovers's seed from Aegon's fingers. She began to bob her head as she ran her tongue around his fingers.

Aemond came back from the bathroom with a towel.

Aegon removed his fingers from her mouth and let Aemond take his place. He wiped over her breasts, then took her arm and pulled her to her feet.

Y/N sat on the bed and waited for her lovers to change.

They both changed into their night clothes and sat on either side of her.

"I was good. I've done everything you asked me to do."

"What do you want, little dragon?"

"Please make me cum."

"Lay down on the bed."

Y/N did as Aemond told her and lay down on the bed. Aemond settled on her right side and Aegon on her left.

Aemond put his hand to her folds. He growled when he felt how wet she was. "You are so wet for us."

"Of course she is. You know how much she likes to suck our cocks."

Aemond slipped his two fingers inside her and played with her sweet spot. Y/N, still aroused from before, instantly turned into a moaning mess.

Aegon pressed his lips to hers and began to kiss her. With his left hand, he began to knead her breast. "Our whore," he said against her lips.

Y/N arched her back as Aemond began to play with her clit.

She reached the edge of her orgasm when Aegon lightly bit her where her neck met her shoulder.

"Aemond, I'm close," she said breathlessly.

Aemond drew a few more circles on her clit and withdrew his fingers. Aegon saw Aemond's hand stop moving, and he moved his lips and his hand away from her body.

Y/N looked at Aemond with red cheeks and tears in her eyes. "But you said I will cum."

“No, I said maybe I could change my mind. But when you dropped the crown and disobeyed me, you should have known the night would end this way.”

“Aemond, I'll do anything. Please.”

"All your orgasms belong to me. When you cum, you cum for us, not for yourself."

Y/N swallowed.

"Let's go to sleep now," Aemond said.

She turned to her other side and looked at Aegon.

"I'm sorry. You heard Aemond."

A tear fell from Y/N's left eye.

Aemond reached for the bedspread and covered the three of them.

Aegon took Y/N in his arms. Aemond hugged her from behind.

"Stop squirming and go to sleep, Y/N," said Aemond.

Y/N buried her head in Aegon's neck.

She fell asleep, trying to ignore the ache between her legs.

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𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰

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𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Paring: Robb Stark x f!Reader

Summary: You never in a thousand years thought you'd be fighting in a battle, but oaths are oaths your family fought alongside the Starks for centuries and you weren't about to be hailed an oath breaker. Being the last of your name and in honor of your house you set off to war with a mere seven hundred men to lend aid to The King of the North finding more than just duty awaiting you.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

[thee-kurojo]

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for some fucking reason it won’t let me put the link in here i’m gonna sob, but if you have an ao3 acc, LOCK IN. it’s insane so delicious.

I’m guilty of loving it too fawking much like waaayyyy too much .. the madea pic is literally me in jail with how much i’m rereading the story .. i licherally finished it earlier today .. god it was so intense. I’m a changed person like seriously fuck.

[axelsagewrites]

Sansa Stark*What's This

Pairing: Modern!Sansa x gn!reader

Kinktober Day fourteen: sex toys and teasing with Sansa Stark – after finding a sleek pink vibrator in her top drawer you decide to see what it can really do

Word count: 1190

Warnings: sex toys, sansa being insecure at first, using it on her (not sure what kink that’s called), making out, insinuated sex, teasing, smut 18+

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Her parents were out, scary movies were loaded on the laptop, and food was on the way. You couldn’t ask for a better date night with your girl. You were sat on the bed, Sansa curled into your side when your phone buzzed. “The drivers pulling up,” you told her, frowning when you saw your battery was at 4%, “Do you have a charger?”

“In my drawers,” Sansa said, jumping off the bed as she grabbed some cash off her bedside table, “Two minutes babe,” she said, leaning down to press a quick peck to your lips.

You laughed a little at her antics as she excitedly ran away for the food before turning your attention to her bedside drawer. When you opened it however you were met with only lacy and frilly underwear, something you were not going to complain about, but no charger. Figuring it must’ve been pushed underneath by accident you reached in, rifling around the door before your hand landed on something hard.

Your face turned in confusion as you fished it out, wondering what kind of charger was so smooth, however when you were met face to face with the bright pink vibe in your hand all you could do was let out a short laugh.

“Hey babe sorry I left my charger downstairs,” Sansa called as she headed into the room. Her eyes widened at the sight of you, “I can explain,” she stammered, quickly setting the pizza to the side and rushing to the bed.

When she reached for the vibe, you however snatched it back, “And what do we have here?” you teased, loving the way her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink.

She sighed as she flung herself on the bed beside you, “Omg this is so embarrassing,”

Concern washed over you as you dropped the vibe, now turning to comfort your girlfriend whose face was buried in the pillow, “Hey what’s the matter baby?” you asked, stroking her back, “I was just teasing I’m sorry,”

Sansa sighed into the pillow before finally lifting her head up, “Please don’t think I’m some kind of sex weirdo,” she begged and you couldn’t help the small laugh you let out, “Hey!” she protested, shoving your shoulder, “Its embarrassing alright,”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed baby,” you cooed, moving to sit up and forcing her to curl into your side like before, “Everyone does it and besides,” you said, stroking her hair as she let out a sigh of relief, “it’s kinda hot,”

Sansa froze for a moment before looking up at you, “Yeah?” she asked, and you leaned down to press a short kiss to her strawberry lips.

“Very,” you assured her, stroking your fingers over her cheek bones, “Bet you look so fucking hot when you use it,”

“Yeah?” Sansa repeated again, confidence growing in her voice as she leaned up to meet your lips. Your hand moved to cup her jaw, your free hand to her waist as your lips danced.

Sansa moved to straddle your lap and although confused you were not complaining as her hands dove into your hair, tugging lightly at the scalp making you groan into the kiss, “Maybe we should test it out,” you murmured against her lips. Sansa paused for a moment, her eyes flickering to where the pink vibe lay discarded on the other side of the bed, “We don’t have to,” you assured her.

“I want to,” Sansa cut you off, reaching for the vibe and shoving it into your hands. You tossed it over your palm, getting a feel for the smooth silicone however you were brought back when you felt Sansa move back and when you looked up you saw her tossing her top across the room.

“Now this is a date night,” you teased, your own hands reaching for your own top which Sansa was more than happy to remove as she crashed her lips onto yours.

At first you had sunk into the kiss, enjoying the way she moaned lightly at the feeling of your tongue massaging her bottom lip. She shivered as your hands ran up her sides, squeezing her tits lightly over her thin pink bra. “So, fucking hot,” you mumbled against her lips.

Sansa giggled, her lips moving away to kiss wet kisses down your jaw and neck. All while your hand reached for the vibe, holding down the button till you felt it buzzing in your hand. Sansa stiffened slightly when she heard the noise but made no attempts to stop you.

You were thankful for the skirt she’d chose to wear, not just because it made her hips look so grabbable but also because you were able to slip the vibe between her thighs, pressing it lightly to her clothed clit. Sansa jerked slightly, her kisses faltering as you ran the vibe up and down her clothed pussy.

Low moans fell from her lips as you circled its tip around her bundle of nerves. Her hands, still in your hair, tightened their grip making you groan. With your spare hand you grabbed her jaw and brought her lips back down to yours to mask her soft moans.

Sansa’s hips bucked, desperate for more friction. You moved your hand from her jaw to her hip, grabbing it and encouraging her to grind against the vibe. Her whines and whimpers increased as you did your best to contain yourself and not flip her on her back to fuck her right now.

Instead, you did your best to go teasingly slow till you heard a light murmur from her lips, “Please,” she whined against your lips, “Feels so good,” she mumbled.

“Aww baby girl,” you cooed, stroking her hair with your freehand, “I’ve only just started,” you teased your finger clicking the button again.

Sansa jerked at the new speed, her moans louder than before. they only grew louder when you pushed her panties to the side, slipping the vibe under and against her sensitive bundle of nerves. Curses and begs fell from her lips as she tugged on your hair and begged you not to stop. She continued to grind down onto the vibe, her movements becoming sloppier and sloppier.

“Such a good girl,” you praised, kissing her lips and making her whine, “so good for me,”

“Think I’m gonna-“she gasped, and you could see how badly she was trying to keep it in.

“You gonna cum?” you asked, mocked concern etched on your face as she let out a breathy yes, “Then do it baby. Cum for me yeah?” your words were all it took to tip her over the edge.

Sansa let out a loud moan, her hands tightening in your hair so tightly you winced as she rode out her orgasm on the vibe. When you felt her slow down you pulled it away, switching it off as she collapsed into a heap in your arms. “You okay baby?” you asked, stroking her back as you kissed the top of her hair.

“Fuck yeah,” she panted out, sitting up as she started to catch her breath, “Now it’s your turn baby,”

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[i'll crawl home to her] pt 2: shut the fuck up - yara greyjoy x brienne of tarth

Summary: Brienne of Tarth, after escaping the grasp of the Ironborn queen, finds herself wandering back to Yara Greyjoy instead of the safety offered to her at Winterfell.

Warnings: smut (nothing too raunchy yet tho), lesbianism (but that's a blessing), drinking, swearing, canon divergence, etc.,

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: PLEASE THEY HAVE SO MUCH CHEMISTRY IM SHAKING IN MY FUCKING BOOTS! I need to make them fuck. I will make them fuck LMFAO. But for now ridiculous flirting and bickering and arguing and jealousy and angry Brienne. Let them eat cake.

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For what seemed like an incredibly long lapse of time, Yara stared at the knight, expression unreadable.

Brienne's stomach flipped as Yara's eyes raked over Brienne and the red-headed woman from top to bottom, then back up to Brienne's face. Still, she said nothing, didn't even seem to feel anything.

Yara turned back to the blonde woman in her lap.

Brienne watched in almost disbelief as Yara wrapped her other arm around the woman, pulling her aggressively down on to her own fingers. Brienne watched as the blonde arched her back further, letting out a loud moan that elicited laughs from other visitors in the tavern.

Then, Yara laughed flatly, smiling without her eyes. She spoke to a man behind her, gesturing him over, and soon, a crowd of men formed around Yara and the blonde. They took turns verbally teasing her as Yara worked her up, all the while completely ignoring Brienne and her gaping stare.

Gods above, Yara was a shameless fuck.

The redhead turned then, stopping her assault on Brienne's neck, to let her attention follow the crowd. Brienne tore her eyes away from Yara and down to the woman. She winched a bit at the soreness on her throat, but quickly covered up her discomfort as the woman turned back to her.

"Cecilia always get herself into the most fun," she whispered giddily, only a twinge of jealously in her words. "She's the lady's favorite."

Ah, so Yara was a regular here now. Enough to be well-known amongst the prostitutes.

How pleasant, Brienne thought to herself, not bothering to hide the annoyance on her face but trying to ignore the uneasy pull in her throat.

Thankfully, the redheaded woman did not notice, and instead pranced off, enticed by Yara and Cecilia just as much as all the others. Brienne, on the other hand, kept her distance, though even she could not look away from the spectacle.

"That's a good girl," she heard Yara coo, almost tauntingly, and over the heads of the people, she could see Yara pressing her hand against Cecilia's lower stomach, pushing her back just enough to allow others to watch Cecilia's so obviously dripping cunt fall on to Yara's waiting fingers.

The men laughed at Cecilia's responsive whine, and Brienne felt her ears turn red. Not only at the outrageous display, but at Yara's obvious efforts to seem unconcerned Brienne's presence and make a show out of it all. It irritated Brienne to no end, especially when she considered how much different Yara had looked at her when she was sitting on Brienne's lap.

"Ah, shit," Yara cursed. Her head fell forward, brown locks framing their panting faces as the two ground their hips against each other in an almost perfect sync.

Brienne worked her fingers inside Yara, curving them into her and running her thumb over her clit, just as Yara had showed her to.

"Like this?" Brienne asked, eyes watching Yara's face for any reaction. Their hips pushed Brienne's fingers impossibly deeper, and Yara groaned loudly. She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded frantically, hand pressed to the bedframe behind Brienne's head.

"God, yes," Yara moaned.

A loud wail snapped Brienne out of her thoughts. She shifted uncomfortably in her spot, almost cringing at Cecilia's pitch as she climaxed in Yara's hand, though Brienne swore if she hadn't been watching, she would've thought Yara slaughtered a cow instead.

"Good heavens," Brienne muttered to herself. She rolled her eyes and pushed herself off of the wall as Cecilia was whisked off Yara's lap, now free for the other men now that Yara had had her first dibs.

The crowd slowly dispersed, leaving Yara drinking her ale. She would've looked nonchalant if Brienne hadn't memorized the stiffness of her shoulders and if she wasn't white-knuckling her stein.

Brienne worked her way to Yara's table, walking around the side of it to stop across from her, where their eyes could meet if only Yara would fucking look up.

They both stayed silent for a long moment, letting the intensity bloat itself until it was insufferable and suffocating the two. Brienne's breathing grew heavy again, and the tips of her fingers trembled where Yara couldn't see them. Yara, on the other hand, set her cup down and ran the soiled tip of her own finger around the rim. Brienne wrinkled her nose, then opened her mouth to speak.

"Is this where you've ended up, then?" Yara said, beating her to the chase, just as she always did.

Slowly, Yara looked up at her, letting hungry, steel-colored eyes meet Brienne's uneasy blues. Brienne's breath caught in her throat.

"I have to admit, I'm surprised, I didn't think this type of work was really your thing."

"Oh shut the fuck up."

Brienne snapped out of her anxiety at Yara's accusation, and she rolled her eyes. She pulled the chair across from Yara back and fell into it. Yara chuckled and propped her feet up on the table, leaning back casually, territorially. She put her hands up in a satirical surrender.

"I yield, my lady!" She said, looking over Brienne intensely, eyes still holding that unreadable blankness that made Brienne's stomach churn.

"Ser," Brienne corrected.

"Right," Yara said, smiling dangerously. "You're a knight now, aren't you?"

Brienne nodded slowly, glancing away from Yara's predatory gaze. Yara's eyes widened, nodding condescendingly as if praising Brienne for being correct.

"And I am the lady," she corrected, raising her cup up before taking a hefty swig. Still, she never looked away, watching Brienne over the rim of her stein. Brienne did not speak, and so Yara set her cup down.

With a loud thump, her feet dropped to the floor. It took the table, and Brienne jumped, looking up at Yara. She watched as Yara's legs spread, taking up more space, and Yara leaned her arm back against the rest of her chair.

"What are you doing here then, Brienne?" Yara asked, voice lower but still holding that icy tone that sent chills down Brienne's back.

Yara didn't say the obvious, but Brienne felt it floating in the air between them, hovering stagnantly.

You should've known better than to come back.

"Did the Starks send you on another goose chase, sweetheart?"

Brienne stiffened at the term of endearment. She folded her hands in her lap and shifted in her seat uncomfortably. She took a long breath, then leaned back, trying to exude some confidence of her own.

"I have been relieved of my duties to the Starks," Brienne said, finally speaking.

She grinned, taking in Brienne's nervousness like fuel for her own ego.

"And how did you accomplish that one?" Yara asked. "The Starks are not people who.. let go so easily, as I'm sure you know."

Brienne bit her lip, glancing away again.

"I had other business to attend to."

Yara raised her eyebrows in surprise. She chuckled and then ran her tongue over her teeth.

"Business so important that Brienne of Tarth broke her oath?"

"I did not break my oath," Brienne snapped, "I was relieved of my duty."

"Right," Yara said, face falling bank to that empty slate. Brienne shuddered. "I'll have to send Sansa my regards. You do have a way of worming your way out of duty."

Fuck, there it was.

Now it was Brienne's turn to chuckle. Still a bit drunken, she covered her mouth with a single finger, then pointed at Yara as she spoke.

"I still can't believe you really thought I was really going to leave the Starks for you," Brienne said, halfway amused.

"Yet, here you are," Yara said, smirk growing wider. "Not your smartest idea, I must admit."

"Which part?" Brienne challenged, leaning froward. "Fucking you? Lying to you? Or coming back?"

Yara's eyes narrowed.

"I could have your head for treason," Yara said.

"I never swore an oath to you."

"You implied-"

"I. Never. Swore. An. Oath. To. You," Brienne hissed. She glared at Yara as she annunciated every word. Yara stared back, sucking on her teeth with a cold expression. "You cannot execute me for betraying a queen I do not serve."

"I could have your head anyways."

Brienne tried to suppress a laugh at the double meaning Yara had not-so-purposefully slipped into her words. Yara furrowed her eyebrows, then rolled her eyes.

"Oh, shut the fuck up," Yara said, taking a drink of her ale and relaxing back into her seat.

"I didn't say anything," Brienne said, still smiling cheekily.

"No, I'm sure your mouth was preoccupied."

Brienne chuckled, shrugging. "Not the way you were."

Yara's eyebrows went up again, and a cocky smirk bloomed across her face. Brienne's cheeks went red at her own realization. Her heart jumped as the tables turned, catching Brienne's words this time and the realization the followed them.

Yara tilted her head, laughing softly in slight disbelief.

"I knew you watched."

[fantasydreamland]

Reader is Margaery's shy secret admirer, she wouldn't dare bother the king's wife, so R communicates in the language of flowers, sending all kinds of them to express her feelings

Basically Margaery Tyrell x Fem!Reader, please?

Secret Admirer

Margaery Tyrell x fem reader

Summary: You have always admired Margaery. Her grace, her kindness and her overwhelming beauty. You wouldn’t dare make your feelings known as you (and many others) are terrified of her husband King Joffrey. So you find a way to secretly show your admiration. 🌹

Notes: 18+ ONLY!! a little smut, mostly kissing, fluff, wlw, cheating (kinda), possible spoilers

Thank you so much for this request!!

word count: 1209

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Ever since Margaery arrived in Kings Landing you have been completely entranced by her. You have never seen a woman so beautiful. Her graciousness and kindness only adding to your admiration.

The day of the royal wedding was a tense one. The festivities were great fun but you could not help but notice King Joffreys cruel antics and Margaerys uncomfortable demeanour in response, no matter how well she tried to smile and hide it.

That very night you decided to send her a large bouquet of flowers to congratulate the couple, but really it was in hopes it may bring her some delight on her awful wedding night. You quietly delivered them to their chambers long before they would enter.

The next day you did the same, quietly delivering beautiful flowers to her chambers. The king and queen now slept in their separate rooms only rarely would they share a bed when Joffrey wanted to try for an heir.

Every few days you would secretly sneak to her chambers to leave her beautiful bouquets to express your love for her. For weeks you sent different flowers, lilies, carnations, tulips, peonies, orchids, sometimes mixtures of different kinds. One day leaving lovely white roses.

The next day you saw her having tea in the gardens as usual, this time with a white rose in the back of her half braided hair. Your heart soared at the imagine of her finding them and enjoying their beauty so much she decided to wear one. Part of you hoped it was a sign to her secret admirer that she has noticed these gestures.

That evening while she was at dinner, you decided to leave red roses. As you were setting them nicely on her bedside table, you heard the door opening. You froze as you stared wide eyed at Margaery entering her chambers. She looked at you for a confused moment until she glanced over to the new bouquet on her table.

“You? You have been the one leaving me flowers?” She asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Uh, y-yes my queen.” You choked out.

“They are quite beautiful.” She said moving closer to them. “If you would be so kind to tell me who has been requesting you send these, I would love to give my gratitude.”

“I- um, I have been sending them at my own request, my queen.” You shyly look down.

“You’re my secret admirer?“ she ask, amusement in her voice. “And why have you wanted to send them?” You did not see the small smirk as she asked.

“Well I- I simply admire you, your grace.” You say still looking at the floor.

She walks closer to you forcing you to look up and meet her gaze. “You have sent me beautiful flowers for weeks, only because you simply admire me?” She says raising her eyebrow again.

Her question makes your stomach knot and palms sweat. You stare at her blankly, not knowing how to respond.

“Please… tell me the truth of it.” She calmly demands.

You swallow hard before speaking. “Well. I do admire you quite a bit, my queen. Quite a lot, in fact. I- um, I think you are the most kind and gracious woman I have ever met, and your beauty-“ you stutter.

She gives you an enticing look to continue your sentence.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.” You blurt out, instantly feeling embarrassed.

She smirks at you, lightly touching the red roses before leaning in to smell them. “So, it would be safe to assume your admiration may actually be deeper feelings for me?” She turns back to you.

Once again you freeze in panic. The strong feelings you have kept hidden for so long being called out by her.

“I cannot say I have not noticed you as well, (y/n).” She says, making your heart race. “I have noticed your gaze on me. We do not know each other well but I have also been one to admire your beauty from afar.”

“R-really?” You say dumbfounded, shocked by her words.

“You are very intriguing.” She smirks, walking closer to you. “So what is it you desire from me, hm?”

“I- nothing, your grace. I simply wanted to quietly bring you some small form of joy and beauty.”

“Yes, that was your intention leaving me flowers… But what do you desire in your heart?” her enchanting blue eyes looking deeply into yours.

You stare blankly at her, too frightened to give a truthful response.

She moves closer, until you are nearly a breath away. “What is it you think about in the night? When you think of me?” She takes your hand, making your heart stop.

“Your queen is demanding a truthful answer, my lady.” She says with a calm but serious expression, continuing to look in your eyes.

“I- I think about a moment like this…” you choke out, looking down at her hand holding yours. “Imagining being this close to you… and-“ you stop.

“Continue…” she urges.

“And… I think about what it would be like to kiss you… m-my queen.” Your voice shakes, terrified at the words you just confessed.

“So that is what you desire, hm?” She smirks, gently lifting your chin to meet her close gaze.

Her touch was making your brain fuzzy, all you could do was give a timid nod.

You hold intense eye contact for a long moment before she leans in and places a delicate kiss on your lips. You look at her with wide eyes, trying to decide if this is truly happening or you are somehow dreaming.

You use all your strength to push away your fears and kiss her back, harder and longer than the kiss she gave to you. She is taken aback, with a smile on her face. She pushes her lips back into yours making you whimper. Letting go of your hand, she moved hers to hold your waist, pulling you closer to her. Your hand moves to cup her cheek as the kiss deepens. Your body feels as if it’s set aflame when she slips in her tongue. You moan into eachothers mouths as your tongues gently dance together. She slowly moves one hand from your waist to your breast, still pulling you close with the hand that remained on your waist. Your hands gently move into her hair, making her sigh. The entire world felt still as you kissed, only resuming when your lips finally parted.

“Well I will be expecting a rather large bouquet of flowers in the morrow.” She jokes, as you both grin widely, still holding eachother.

“Of course, my queen.” you say as your body still vibrates from the excitement of the moment.

You slowly break apart and she places a final kiss on your cheek. “Goodnight, (y/n).”

“Goodnight your grace.” You give a small curtsy, still smiling wide. Your legs feeling like pudding as you make your way out of her chambers and back to your own.

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There was overwhelming electricity the next time you caught eye of each other in a public setting. Margaery takes a drink as you look down at your feet, both silently smiling to yourselves remembering of your little secret.