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vermithorn · 1 year

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* HOTD: KINKS PT2

— cregan stark, jacaerys velaryon & harwin strong.

check part 1 here !

contains: afab!reader, dub-con because has somnophilia (its consented but just to make sure), kinda modern!au because i mention porn, breeding, p in v, dacryphilia, oral, anal, roleplay, impact play, dirty talk, sensory deprivation.

CREGAN STARK,,

– breeding

cregan has the time of his life every single time he’s buried in your cunt, the possibility of you giving him a litter of his pups turns him on so much he slams into you harder and even faster. the way you moan when he fills you up with his seed, making his eyesight go hazy with lust and want because you want this as much as he wants it.

– dacryphilia

deep down he feels guilty about this, the last thing he wants is to see you cry, but the way it makes his cock grow harder each second when you cry, it’s maddening. he feels betrayed by his own body, but it makes him breathe heavily when you do, and you have noticed this.

– face sitting

king of eating you out, he loves the way your thighs sit hugging his head with his tongue buried into your pussy. he encouraged you the first time, and with a little hesitation you crawled on top of his face, he wasted no time on engulfing your clit between his lips, sucking it eagerly.

JACAERYS VELARYON,,

– roleplay

he’s into “what are you doing, stepbro?” porn, so when he brings it up to you, his face crimson red as he waits for your answer, hoping you won’t flip out on him. as soon as you say yes, he lets out a nervous laugher, very excited for what’s to come. his favorite scene probably would be acting out you discovering him jerking off and would offer to help him.

– anal

he was also very nervous about this one, he saw too much of “slipping incidents” on porn he was afraid to bring it up with you. but you were more than excited to try it, and he couldn’t help the instant hard-on thinking about his cock being inside your puckered hole, and if he was brave enough, he could also try eating you out, holy shit.

– somnophilia

okay, he is a nervous wreck every time he tries to tell you about things he would like to try with you, but this one probably was the hardest. by the time you consented and went to sleep, more relaxed than he was, because he couldn’t sleep at all and just spent the time watching you sleep peacefully by his side, by the time he built confidence, he started slow, rubbing himself on your ass, whining softly and slowly started undressing you, his cock against your wet folds was almost enough to make him peak on the spot, but he wanted more. he slipped his cock into your warm cunt, steadily building a pace fucking you slow and nice until you were moaning softly in your sleep and he was releasing his seed deep into your clenching pussy.

HARWIN STRONG,,

– impact play

he's a simple man, who loves spanking your ass. a red handprint marked into your skin makes his head dizzy, and how you easily take them makes him proud. recently he got into leather whips, but he’s not mentally ready to bring it into the conversation, a few more spanks with his hand works perfectly for now.

– sensory deprivation

the first time he told you about this, you thought it was about depriving you but he was talking about himself. he wanted to try putting a blindfold on him and get you to play around with his body, and you happily complied. because oh my god, it was the first time you heard this big man whimper when you played with his chest, licking and sucking.

– dirty talk

harwin has a way with words, he can say the lewdest thing ever making your knees feel weak, and his husky whispers on your ear won’t make it easy for you. he has a thing for seeing you flustered, nibbling on your earlobe when you try to push him away with an embarrassed face, he thrives on turning you on.

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themotherofblood · 11 months

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Prologue . 1 | RIVER OF FIRE | THE LADY | D.T x R.T x READER

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~ where ever you stray, I’d follow. Begging for you to take my hand ~

“Rhaenyra? Rhaenyra… she is the gust of spring air after a bitter winter. She is a child’s first laughter. She is my knight. Our days spent climbing trees and visiting Aemma. Rhaenyra insisted that Syrax is finally large enough to saddle two but I refused her, what if I fell? I am a little too young and too pretty to die just yet. But too Rhaenyra, she is my happiness and I her lady.”

The summer of one hundred and ten years after Aegon's Conquest, you'd remembered the days to be so vibrant. That was your fifth year at Kings Landing, and the second year since the fourteenth day of the fifth moon since you had realized you held passions for Rhaenyra Targaryen.

There was a true sense of sisterhood between Laena, Alicent, Rhaenyra and you. The little ladies that ran the Red Keep a muck, the hordes of giggles and dozens of fabrics that followed everywhere you went. Alicent and Rhaenyra, the older girls of four and ten, Laena and you were two and ten finding yourself in a closer bind of sisterhood, that and your shared love for exotic fauna.

Your fingers had been deep in dirt, planting away yet another exotic seed that Lord Corlys procured for you and Laena, they never understood how you managed to grow them but you did. They thrived in the summer months, while your hands mindlessly packed soil, and your eyes remained on Rhaenyra as she rested her head in Alicent's lap. You couldn't quite decipher the stinging burn in your chest as you watched Alicent twirl Rhae's silver locks in her fingers.

Laena was a silently observant person, she looked between your eye line before dragging you to lay in between the blossomed flower beds. "I wrote for my brother yesterday, demands of sweets and sieges of poetry were demanded of," you told Laena, truly trying to distract yourself. Laena giggled as she shook her head. The softness of her voice echoed with chirps of hummingbirds, the sun crisp against her skin just as it shimmered against yours.

"Silk and gold threads from Lys, and more shells. Father promised me more." Laena continued as she toyed with her sea blue sleeves. "And thanked him on your behalf for the seeds."

Even as you remained deep in conversation with your companion, your eyes held an envious gaze toward Alicent; you hated feeling this way. She was your friend too, you were all friends with each other and yet this unfamiliar feeling gnawed at your insides for over a year. You giggled and chuckled along at all the court gossip of the older ladies being wed and betrothed to the knights of their dreams.

"Lady Laena," Daemon called out from behind you as you shot up to look at him. This man intimidated you to your core and yet provided you with the wisest of wisdom. "Your mother calls for you," he gestured at Laena. She wished you farewell before running off, you shuffled up awkwardly, unaware of what to do, so you turned your eyes to Rhaenyra and she was still too engrossed with Alicent. Your envious gaze bore holes into the brunette girl; you were meant to be friends but you simply couldn't help yourself.

"You ought to look harder, you might envision an arrow in her head." Daemon mused at your glare, you scowled at him and got up. Shrugging your skirts free of dirt and grass.

"You may jest at court all you like, leave me out of it my prince," you looked up at him with a scowl, lip jutted out as your returned to watching Rhaenyra enviously.

"Ah- I humbly apologise princess," he bit his lip from chuckling further at your frustrations, he held your upper arm to stop you from running away.

"How about you join me for a walk? The day is far too beautiful to be wasted," he offered, extending his arm out of you to take. You looked once more to Rhaenyra lounging with Alicent and then you agreed. You didn't want to be alone at that moment. You walked with him in the royal gardens, nobody questioned anything. He was a frequent visitor to his brother's daughter and you. You had found a quiet corner to lay flat on the grass again as Daemon nursed on a flask of...wine.

He offered you some, which you immediately spit out over the bitter taste making him laugh even louder. "Blegh...," you shivered the taste away "what is that?"

The corners of Daemon's eyes crinkled, "moonshine," he shrugged taking two swigs before putting the flash away.

"It's disgusting, death," you coughed getting the burn away from your throat.

"How is your, city watching going," you began an awkward conversation, fully aware that he was about to question you about your sour behaviour today.

"The heathens of King's Landing ought to fear the colour gold from now on," he stated, looking to the skies. There was an odd moment of silence before he spoke up again. "Perhaps Viserys would send out less of an army every time you princesses visited."

"What were the daggers for? Alicent stole your pretty doll or something," he quirked his brow at you, in truth he was concerned that you might have pounced onto Otto Hightower's spawn, having a history of brawling with young lasses at court who dared to test your patience; he hoped you'd fess up. You shook your head to disagree.

"She would never steal my dolls, she has plenty of her own," you stated, ripping at the grass next to you. Pulling them through one by one as a frown pulled over your forehead once more. The image unwavering within your mind, Alicent asking- no, demanding Nyra's attention from dawn to dusk. Yet today they wore matching coloured gown, Nyra wore matching gowns with you, not Alicent. The portrait a bitter taste in your mouth, how do you explain that to a prince notorious for being wild, unchained.

"So you admit, scary little Dornish princess does play with dolls," he teased, referring to the rude remarks that never seemed to stop at court about you.

"What did you expect? That I play with human skulls?" you scoffed, pouting and looking even more upset. The balls of grad that filled your small fists, you lurched at Daemon and then finally caved. "Rhaenyra seems to enjoy Alicent's company more than mine."

"Well," Daemon began, the thoughts swirling in his head projecting across his face "they are friends, and so are you...?" He pushed along, clearly another motive lingering at his tongue.

"Yes we are- we are just friends," you hesitated to elaborate further, afraid you wouldn't find the weight words to profess what you felt.

"Not very ladylike to lie is it, princess?" He cock his brow up, accusing you to weasel your confession out of you.

"We are more than friends I think, more than sisters." You confessed, tethering yourself to the edge of the truth.

"Ah," Daemon let out a knowing sigh "Young love."

"It's wrong," you hissed "It is love, however." you tutted, shaking your head for having these thought, your mind yet agains filling with the image of curt Septa Marlow with a cane in her hand. Death, that's what such thought entail by the Seven.

"Would you be happier if you told her, having a partner is a blessing," he smiled, honestly happy about what you felt for his niece, there wasn't a moment where Daemon wished not to thrive within the mess that was his family, but something so pure and confused sat by his feet. Finding remorse in his heart for both girl, perhaps they would taste the choice he never got should Daemon be King someday as his brother's heir.

"You have a partner, are you happy?" clearly toying with his disdained marriage, he scowled at you. "You spend the better part of the year with us and the rest with your paramour."

"Where have you heard of my paramour?" Daemon let out a questioning scoff, pondering on where might the little princesses had managed to hear of his whore mongering habits.

"Lord Hand may have mentioned something at supper," you shrugged, "The Mother better not provide me with a husband like you, I might lose my mind."

"You are two and ten, what do you know of love." He japed throwing the grass you threw at him back.

"More than you, the writers are better at professing love than you my prince. Perhaps I could lend you a book." You teased back.

"Perhaps you could," He chortled, leaning back against the tea bark.

"You should bring Lady Rhea a cat, perhaps a white one." You offered, genuine advice, everyone loved cats; apart from Queen Aemma, they made her sneeze like a mad woman. "She'd be more agreeable."

Damon laughed, "She may actually poison the poor thing."

You never understood why Daemon was so open to half the things you and Rhaenyra hurled at him. Young ladies often confessed to their septas but you were sure she would have painted your palms red with a cane if you confessed that you loved a girl. The more your head toiled with those immoral questions, you grew silent once more.

"Apart from your lady wife; had you ever found love?" You asked him out of sheer curiosity.

"You are far too young to worry about such things little princess." He said while shaking his head, his eyes soft as he tried to find a solution to your juvenile problems. "Perhaps if you do want to confess your love, you ought to kiss her."

You shot up straight, looking at him confused "What if do and then I'm with a babe- I don't want a babe; I'd be ruined!" You hissed

Daemon slapped his palm on his forehead "Who has told you of such falsehoods?"

"Septa Marlow did." Your mind began wondering, what would Rhaenyra's babes look like...

"Demented hag," He muttered under his breath "I can assure you, princess, one does not come with a child from a kiss; if that were so. King's Landing would be swarming with my bastards."

"Oh- so I can kiss her?" You blushed, and a new hope flared in your chest.

"Yes, as much as you like." He smiled at your excitement.

"Your grace," A servant girl bowed as she entered the gardens "Dinner has been served in his grace's solar."

Daemon escorted you to his brother's solar, Viserys was already in his seat with Aemma. Just as their family poured into his solar, Aemma's face lit up. You moved around the table, bowing to Viserys before pressing a kiss on Aemma's cheek before sitting down next to her. Her mothering began the second she saw you, tutting at stray pieces of grass tangled in your hair.

"How are feeling today, your grace." You questioned about her condition, yet another pregnancy that she announced four moons before and since then her face began paling, she couldn't join you in the Godswood to help you garden your plants.

"Better, the babe should begin kicking soon enough." She said as she rubbed her belly.

"The boy shall add another to your army I reckon," Viserys japed, letting out a fatherly chuckle along with Daemon.

The doors creaked open when Rhaenyra finally arrived, she too pressed a kiss to her mother and then her father's cheek before sitting herself across from you. "Forgive me, I was carried away with Alicent."

You wanted to scream at the back of your mouth, you didn't want to feel this way. Alicent was your friend, you were a good girl and not a bully. You were being cruel to her in your head but you couldn't stand how much time Alicent was taking away from Rhaenyra. Taking her to the fool's shows and bird watching, she even took Rhaenyra to the Sept. Rhaenyra does not pray, let alone believe in the seven!

You toyed with your food for a while, pushing peas back and forth with your fork, to which Viserys took note "You ought to eat child." He voiced his concerns about making your fork stop its scraping.

"Forgive me, your grace, I'm not very hungry." You shrugged "May I please be excused?"

Viserys looked around the table and sighed, nodding. You said your farewells and sprinted to your room. You breathed out deep stress-infused sighs, grumbling under your breath as you cuddled a pillow on your window bed.

Stupid...stupid girl for thinking she would feel the same way for you, other than a sister.

What if she felt that way for Alicent? Mayhaps that's the reason she began to pull away from you...

It was sinful in so many ways, pillow biters. That's what the older ladies sniggered about in the halls. Were you a pillow bitter? Could girls even be pillow bitters? You tried to concentrate on the book you decided to finish and yet your mind just wouldn't seize its endless blathering.

Your door opened after a series of knocks, in walked Queen Aemma with two servant girls, hauling along a tray of fruits and a glass of milk. "It isn't wise to go to bed on an empty stomach, it will ache tomorrow." She patted your hair, choosing to sit opposite you. "Finish the whole thing."

You whined at the cup of milk, you didn't exactly hate the beverage but gods did it taste absurd some days. She gave you a comforting push, smiling as you tried to consume the cup in one go; perhaps that way your tongue wouldn't linger in its flavour afterwards. You sighed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Good girl," She said, looking out the glaring moon that graced your window "Now tell me what disturbs you? Is it your home again?"

If only it were that simple, you stopped crying about your home more than three years ago, your father abandoned you and your brother was the sole reason your blood still stained its Dornish colours. You meekly shook your head, hoping she would leave the subject at that.

"If it's people at court sweetling, if they malign you in any way. You must tell me." She gently held your jaw, lowering her face to make you meet her glistening eyes.

"Yes, your grace."

"Alright then," She leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead, before letting you reciprocate with one on her cheek "Do not stay awake for too long."

You remembered your conversation with Daemon, more so how he always seemed to acquire what he wanted by the sheer strength of his will. The sheer strength of your will, that's what you need. Just a little bit of bravery, for what is the worst that could happen. They have your gelded for making an impasse at the only crown princess of the Targaryen dynasty.

You padded your feet over next door, greeting Ser Westerling who was stationed outside your and Rhaenyra's apartments for tonight. Her room was empty, though prepared for her slumber as fresh incense burned off her receiving table, linens just moved around to sleep in. You shuffled yourself onto her bed. Sitting on your knees at the centre.

"Rhaenyra I love you, in a not sisterly way..."

"I speak from the depth of my heart, I profess my devotion to you sweet princess... no...no that is far too melodramatic."

You began speaking to yourself in your head, insanity, pure insanity. You were sure if you thought too hard; you'd lose yourself in your own mind full of cats, dragons and knights and ten versions of Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra's chamber doors finally opened, she shuffled in; pulling at her earrings as she kicked her slippers away before pulling a sack from her pockets to place on her dresser. Humming a little song under her breath before her eyes fell on you sitting in her bed, she squealed. Placing a palm on her chest, clearly shuddered in shock.

"Seven- what are you doing here?" She questioned, eyes wide as she pushed the little sack away further.

"You didn't come to hug me before bed- so I thought I would visit you." You shrugged awkwardly

"I- I was with Alicent, lost track of time." She said as she stretched the back of her neck.

"Oh-"

Don't say it

Don't say it- you fought your tongue with all your might

"Princess, do you not wish to be my friend anymore?" You said sounding insecure and solemn.

Rhaenyra looked taken aback "What makes you say that."

"You spend all your time with Alicent, going to the markets, the Sept and spend your evenings in her solar... it's just she is your friend too but I rarely see you anymore." You mumbled your words out in one giant sentence.

"I- you silly duck." She curled her lips in her mouth to stifle a growing smile. "We were making preparations for your name day." She confessed, looking amused at your pouted face.

"So...you do want to be my friend." You questioned again to be clear.

"Why would I not." she exclaimed throwing herself onto her bed "You shall always be my dearest companion." She pulled you down into a hug.

Tell her

Daemon's voice taunted you.

"Can I kiss you?" You blurted out, your palms began to sweat

Please do not me have gelded

Or beheaded

Rhaenyra looked at you quizzically before turning her head to offer you her cheek. That too in definition was a kiss but that wasn't what you meant. You fumbled with your fingers as your brain racked up ways to confess your passions for your dearest princess

"I meant- have you ever noticed how Viserys always goes straight to Aemma whenever she visits him, the first he does is kisses her." You said trying not to fumble over your words "Well, whenever you visit my stomach flutters in butterflies and all I want to do is kiss you."

Rhaenyra tilts her head, looking confused yet almost grasping at what you meant.

"I love you," You confessed

"So do I." She replied innocent words shared many times over between the two of you.

"No- I love you like a knight would his lady." You elaborate, again fear flaring in your chest.

Please do not have me exiled

"Like a knight loves his lady...?" She repeated, thoughts flooding behind her purple eyes "So are you the knight or the lady."

"I- what?" Her reply confused you, was she happy; was she mad? You couldn't quite place an emotion on her face "Uh- the lady."

"Then I love you like a knight too," She replied smiling ear to ear.

"Wait you do?" You were sure the smile that spread on your face made you look like a drunken fool but you had not a care in the known.

She nodded eagerly "Do we kiss now?"

"I believe so," You agreed, heat rushing to your cheek as your pursed your lips towards her, her soft lips pressed against yours as she graced you with a chaste kiss.

The two of you broke apart in a fit of giggles, Rhaenyra blushed red as you fanned at your warm face.

"That was very nice," she said awestruck, before pulling you closer for another.

"My knight," you whispered against her lips.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Messy Affair with Harwin Strong

Pairing: Harwin Strong x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, affair, quickie, desperation, marks, creampie, Reader is engaged but doesn't love her future husband

A/N: I would always pick Harwin over a loveless marriage, Harwin would treat me right.

You both knew very well that all you could ever give each other were quick fuck sessions in secret followed by slow kisses and soft words

You'd been meeting like this even before your engagement was announced

It didn't seem like that big of a deal at the time because you thought that Harwin was gonna be the one you would marry, only to have those dreams shattered

Now you only have limited time left together

Whenever you meet in secret its never slow, its always sloppy kisses, dressed being hiked up or pulled out of the way, his pants barely down his legs before his cock meets your mouth

Harwin is very careful with how he handles you during these sessions

He always was but now even more so, even denying both of you the pleasure of leaving marks on each other

One thing that he won't deny himself if tasting you, worshiping you with his mouth, fingers and cock like you deserve

Can't find it in himself to pull out, its a small victory for him, knowing that you'd allow him this, filling you up before your future husband does

Hell even after, he'd still risk seeing you if you'd be up for it

Definitely the one who would end up getting you pregnant

Kisses your hand while thrusting into you, offering you that gentle comfort

Okay with you biting on his neck to muffle your moans or using his pillow if you're on all fours

The only marks he leaves on you are the small ones on your thigh when he turns his head after he's done eating you out and cleaning you up

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chloe-skywalker · 10 months

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More Than - Ser Harwin Strong

Ser Harwin Strong x Fem!Reader Targaryen

Warnings: G.O.T

Word count: 1,307

Summary: Princess Y/n and Ser Harwin may harbor feelings for eachother. But when marriage is brought up will it bring it all apart or together?

Authors Note: Might’ve changed a few things for fun and for the story. This is the first House Of The Dragon story I wrote but it was not the first typed or posted.

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“Princess” Harwin nodded at seeing her approach from down the long hallway. He had been talking to a member of the Kingsguard.

Upon seeing the princess coming their way the other knight said farewell to Ser Harwn and left.

“Ser” Y/n greeted as she walked over to the knight. “I hope I didn’t interpret anything important.” She said as they watched the other knight leave.

“Nothing that’s more important than you, my princess.” Harwin smiled, turning to face her, giving her his full attention like he always does when she’s around.

“You flatter me Ser Harwin.” Y/n blushed looking down for a moment, flattered by his words.

“Its the truth princess. I prefer your company over anyone else's.” Harwin tell’s her honestly.

“Is that right.” Y/n smirked slightly at his statement. Not many people would talk so freely to her, and she enjoyed that about Ser Harwin Strong.

“It is yes.” He mirrored her expression.

“Well I think I should tell you Ser Harwin that I feel the same.” Y/n admits with a big smile forcing itself upon her lips.

“Is that right.” Harwin repeated her words from before with amusement in his eyes.

“It is yes.” Y/n followed suit repeating his as well.

The two laughed together, always enjoying each other's company.

“Will you be at the feast tonight?” She asked once their laughs had calmed down.

“I will. Could never miss a chance to be in your company.” He answered honestly, looking in her eyes, his shining with the truth of his words.

“Y/n!” Rheanyra called from down the long hallway waving her sister over.

Rheanyra’s call caught both Y/n and Harwin’s attention, glancing at her before setting their sights back on eachother.

“I’m being summoned. It was lovely talking to you Ser Harwin.” Y/n smiled up at the knight in front of her, excited to see him later on at the feast.

“And you, my princess.” Harwin gave a nod of his head understanding she had to go but had enjoyed their conversation.

^ ^ ^

“Father. You wanted to see me.” Harwin spoke as he entered his fathers chambers. His father had requested him to talk.

“Yes Harwin. We need to discuss something of importance.” Lyonel told him getting straight to the point. He held his hand out gesturing to the chairs nearby for them to sit down while they talked.

“And what may that be father.” Harwin spoke as they walked over and took a seat.

“Marriage.” Lyonel stated looking Harwin in the eyes.

“Father-”

“You knew this was coming eventually.” He cut his son off before he could speak any further.

Harwin stayed silent knowing that this did indeed have to happen at some point. But he enjoyed his company in Kings Landing and his service to the crown. Harwin didn’t really want to leave all that.

“I have a proposal that I’m going to talk to the King about but I wanted to tell you first.” His father continued before taking a deep breath, his plans would change his son’s life drastically and his future if it was agreed upon. “I’m going to offer your hand in marriage to the King for the princess.”

“Which princess?” Harwin gulped at the possibility not upset with it but that could change depending on which princess it was. Both are great lady’s but he only fancied one of them in that kind of way.

“Princess Y/n.” Lyonel tell’s him with nerves in his voice. Lyonel personally thought the two got along well and seemed to like each other so he hoped his son would be happy with his choice. “Are you okay with that?”

Harwin smiled, he was more than happy with his father’s choice. “More than okay with it.”

^ ^ ^

Later that night at the feats it was in full swing and there were lots of people, all doing different things. Some were sitting and eatting while others danced or stood around talking.

Harwin took notice of Y/n not long after he entered. He saw her stuck talking to Lord Lannister and Harwin decided to go make his way over to her and save her.

“My princess. Would you like to dance?” Harwin held his hand out, offering her an out from their current situation stuck talking to the arrogant Lannister.

“I would love to Ser.” Y/n smiled gratefully at him for saving her from the pompous ass.

As the two danced Y/n glanced over and saw both of their fathers talking to each other with wide smiles on their faces. “I wonder what they could be talking about.”

“I may have an idea.” Harwin glanced to where she was looking, seeing the same thing as her before answering. He knew exactly what they were talking about and if their smiles were anything to go off of it was a success on his fathers part.

“Mind sharing?” Y/n raised an brow in question.

“Follow me.” Harwin nodded after getting a nod from his father. He guided Y/n out of the great hall to the gardens.

Y/n walked over to the balcony looking up into the sky, gazing up at all the stars that lit up the night along with the moon. “It’s beautiful tonight out here.”

“It is.” Harwin agreed glancing up but he mainly meant the beauty standing right infront of him. His princess.

“Now Ser Harwin, mind telling me your idea of what our fathers could be talking about in there?” Y/n turned to look at him wondering about what it could be.

“My father told me earlier today that he would be proposing a proposition to your father tonight. “ He spoke as he stepped up to her.

“And what might this propersituation be about?” Y/n questioned not wanting to get her hope’s up but she had a sneaking suspension.

“Marriage. Between you and I, princess.” Harwin told her watching for her reaction.

“Oh?” Y/n was shocked but not disappointed. She was actually happy.

“That is if you want Princess? I would never want to force a commitment on you princess.” Harwin couldn’t read how she was feeling about this news, so he wanted her to know they could work something out.

“Ser Harwin if we are to be man and wife I believe and would like for you to call me by my name. No title.” Y/n smiled at him with a tilt of her lips teasing him just a little.

“As you wish princess- y/n. As long as it’s mutual. Please just call me Harwin.” He smiled out of relief and happiness wanting it to be like she said, no formalities.

“Of course, Harwin.”

“So then I take it you're okay with this arrangement?” Harwin asked, wanting to make sure.

“Out of all the men that have asked for my hand in marriage, Harwin Strong are my favorite.” Y/n laughed at his double checking. Even though it was very sweet.

“Showing favoritism?” He raised a brow teasing her.

“Perhaps.” Y/n bit her lip reaching out to interlace their fingers before looking up at him. Her knight and future husband. “To answer your question though. Yes I am more than okay with a marriage to you, Harwin. You are someone I can laugh with, be myself with, smile with, and you're someone I truly trust. We could have a happy marriage together.”

Harwin leaned his head down, resting their foreheads together. “I vow to make you the happiest wife in the whole realm. For as long as I live.”

“I can’t wait.” Y/n said before tilting her head up to kiss him.

Happy marriages and falling in love weren’t very common especially for arranged marriages but Harwin and Y/n had both and they didn’t plan on letting it go.

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thebigbadbatswife · 2 years

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Let Them Stare | Harwin Strong x Fem!Reader

Summary - He had a great big grin on his face as he looked you up and down, almost as if he approved of your current look. Maybe he did…

Warnings - Animal Death, Blood Mention

A/N - A drabble based off of that scene. Enjoy!

Word Count - 375

You knew you must look in such a state, as your horse approached the hunting camp.

In a desperate need to have a taste of freedom, you had left the camp to go exploring in the Kingswood. As you had enjoyed your freedom, you had lost track of time and before you knew it, it had gotten dark. Unable to find your way back to the camp, you had decided to stay where you were till morning. Thankfully, your father had you taught the very basic survival skills, so you had been able to build a fire to keep warm.

Other than being hungry, the majority of the night had been fine. Then, out of nowhere, a boar had come charging out of the darkness, right at you. If it hadn’t been for the knife you always carried for protection, and your fighting instinct kicking in, the beast would have certainly gored you. But it hadn’t because, thankfully, you had managed to stab it to death.

So here you were, the next morning, covered in the boar’s blood. It was all dried in your hair, covered half your face and neck and your riding outfit was truly ruined.

You could feel everyone’s eyes on you as you rode past. Their faces were shocked and horrified at the state of you, but you kept your head held high. Let them stare. After all, how many noblewomen could say they had actually fought a boar and won?

One of the people watching you stood out from the rest, and you’d have to live underneath a rock not to know who he was for everyone knew of Ser Harwin Strong. He was often the talk amongst your circles. How could he not be? The man had been blessed with both great looks and incredible strength.

He had a great big grin on his face as he looked you up and down, almost as if he approved of your current look. Maybe he did. You could feel your cheeks heat up underneath his heavy gaze.

Perhaps after you had survived your father’s lecture, you would seek him out. Or, if he really liked it that much, maybe he’d seek you out. You liked the thought of that very much.

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𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓫𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓕𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓽

Harwin Strong x Targaryen Reader

Request: „I’m so happy you’re taking requests can I please get one shot of Ser Harwin strong where he spends his guard watch thinking about reader all day making him lose focus a few time a day then decides to visit her chamber at night that ends with bathtub smut‟

„can i ask for a Harwin strong x reader angst. where reader is a targaryen (sister of rhaenyra) and harwin is her sworn protector. they would hide their relationship because it is forbidden or smth. thanks‟

A/N: Both requests were sent by anons and both fit together so perfectly that I couldn't resist and had to combine them, I can only hope senders won't hold it against me.

As always, I hope you enjoy reading my work, especially since this is my first attempt at writing for Harwin Strong.

Please remember that english is not my native language, mistakes may or will occur.

Work contains smut, minors do not interact.

*Some people may have already seen this work, but due to technical problems it did not show in my tags. Hope it's all good now.

Her face was decorated with lavender eyes, hidden behind a pair of thick lashes. Her skin was brighter than silver, ivory or pearls, contrasting with the white hair that reached down to her hips, curling at the very ends, giving the impression of calm waves on the sea. Her gaze was electrifying, and the scent of jasmine and bergamot trailing behind her made the memory of her indelible.

He could still feel her sweet but forbidden taste on his lips and the smoothness of her skin under his fingertips, making his mind numb, almost deaf to outside voices. But he couldn't stop it…he didn't want to.

So when the sun went down giving way to the moon he found himself walking towards the door behind which he hoped she was, behind which he hoped she was waiting, waiting for him.

-Harwin - her captivating voice echoed through the darkened chamber, leading him straight to her.

-Princess - he murmured, kneeling in front of her, dazed by the sight of her flawless body lying in the marble tub wrapped in water hot as the flame itself, yet her skin was still as white as freshly fallen snow.

-Will you join me? - Y/n asked, extending her hand towards him, stroking his cheek with her fingers.

Harwin grabbed her small hand in response, only to kiss her knuckles a moment later, enjoying their softness and smoothness.

Closing his eyes, he began to think, to think about how the woman in front of him charmed his once sober mind, leaving behind a man who was ready to do anything for her , anything she asked for.

-I can never say no to you , never - he said, opening his eyes to look at her , drowning in the ocean of lavender that was hidden in her irises.

-Then come to me. I'm begging. I need you - she whispered, stretching her body like a cat, trying to catch the man in her embrace.

The man wrapped his arms around her, making her form almost disappear, hidden behind her lover's massive body and the armor that covered him. His cool fingers slid over her spine, leaving behind shivers and want, while his lips pressed against the water-soaked skin of her collarbones, marking them with hot and hungry kisses.

-Little princess - he whispered close to her ear, sucking the skin on her neck, feeling her move under his hands, exposing herself even more, wanting to be seen by him and only him - Mine to worship and mine to love - he said, kissing her jaw and cheeks.

-Only yours - she confessed, looking at him through half-open eyelids - Oh, Harwin - she said breathlessly, feeling his fingers glide over her quivering and puffy womanhood that so desperately called him to come and take her.

-Shh, shh - he murmured, kissing the crown of her head as his fingers brushed her folds and swollen clitoris, enjoying the trembling of her body and the silent cries as his pads pressed harder and much more brutal, almost animalistic , making Y/n come apart in front of his eyes ,oh so very quickly.

-Ha-Harwin! - she screamed, not afraid of who would hear, giving herself to the forbidden pleasure that filled her as if she was nothing but a starved man.

-Take everything you need my princess. Take it because it's yours - he announced, holding her body, keeping it from collapsing as her legs shook and flexed so much that Y/n lost feeling in them.

The girl was breathing heavily.

Closing her eyes, she gave herself to the relief that the cold metal of her lover's armor gave her and feeling of his lips that sensually traveled over her skin, creating their own, unknown path.

-You still haven't joined me - she noticed after a while, still hidden in the man's arms - Do you truly want to tease the dragon? - she asked, lazily kissing his jaw, which was covered with facial hair.

Harwin grabbed her neck, pulling her away from him. Looking into her eyes, he saw a spark that was so familiar to him.

-Behave yourself - he said, holding her nape in a firm but not painful grip, showing a dominance that the white-haired dragon liked to undermine at every turn, enjoying his annoyance.

-I just want … - she started, looking at him with eyes clouded with desire - For you to break me - she finished, sucking his thumb with which he stroked her cheek, unable to stop himself from feeling her warm skin now examining her lips, pressing on her tongue, making her close her eyes, sucking even harder, as if she wanted to prove herself to him.

-Oh, I would, my little princess - he said growling like a beast, suddenly thrusting his finger even deeper, which almost choked her - But instead of being good girl, you're only making it harder for yourself.

Y/n frowned before pushing the man's thumb out of her mouth. Her own hands began to graze his armor involuntarily, trying to get rid of it as quickly as possible, but it only showed how desperate she was to feel his skin on her body again.

Harwin didn't dare to speak.

Her act shouldn't have had that effect on him, but the truth was that it only made him want her more, seeing how much the woman needed him, how much she wanted him as close as possible.

Therefore, he listened to her silent prayers, soon standing naked in front of her, causing the lust that was smoldering in her lower abdomen to ignite like wild fire , now consuming her insides.

-Please please. I need you Harwin - she whispered into his ear, rubbing against him like a cat, trying to pull him even closer.

And who was Harwin to deny her?

Taking her in his strong arms, he lifted her as if she weighed as much as a feather, stepping into the water that burned his skin. But he didn't care, not with her in his arms.

Her small body lay on his broad chest, her feet hanging freely in the air, her hands resting on his shoulders as she looked at him alluringly, like a siren drawing sailors to their deaths.

-What do you need from me? - he asked, running his fingers through her silver locks as she kissed tenderly the skin next to his heart.

-I need you…only you - she replied, moving closer to him with each word so that their breaths blended into one.

-Then take whatever you want from me- he stated, his unyielding demeanor as if it never existed - Tell me what I have to do for you and I'll do it without hesitation.

-Take me, use me, cum inside me. Do whatever you want with me - she said, looking into his dark as night eyes, which hid such a dangerous beast, so desired by Y/n.

-As you wish, princess - he murmured in a low voice , lifting her body and positioning it as if he were its master.

His thick member rubbed against her clitoris, making her involuntarily want to run away and return to the electrifying feeling, but the man's large hand held her in place, not allowing her to make any slightest movement.

-Ahh - she sighed loudly, feeling Harwin's shaft enter deep into her body, filling her and nearly tearing her tight, wet canal apart.

Man hit all the right places inside her with his massive manhood , using her as he wanted, connecting their lips to stop the sinful and loud noises that were escaping from Y/n throat.

She moved her hips slowly in response, meeting his equally slow but powerful thrusts that took her breath away every time he kissed her cervix.

-You're so good to me and good girls get rewarded. Come on, take your release my little princess , take it it's all yours - he said, marking her neck with bite marks and red hickeys.

When Harwin felt the princess's movements become slower and less frequent despite the determination pouring from her eyes, he gripped her hips tightly, helping her tiny body rise up and down. Feeling the man hitting her walls harder and deeper, she looked at him, trying to say that she was close, but the only thing that came out of her mouth were moans and screams of pleasure that flooded her body.

Y/n let out one last, loud, maddening moan as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. He felt her tighten on him as she cumed and it wasn't long before the brunette finished himself, making the woman feel her insides getting pleasantly warmer and fuller, though he stoped moving.

They both breathed loudly, feeling unimaginably fulfilled and fire that made them addicted to each other every even more.

-Let's take you to bed - her lover said after a moment, tenderly stroking her naked back.

-Yhm - she replied, purring into the crook of his neck, still feeling Harwin inside her.

-You will rest my princess, I will watch. I'll be just outside the door , if anything happend just call me , I will come to you - he announced quietly, kissing her temple.

-No…stay - she whispered sleepily as he laid her body on the satin sheets.

He looked at her. Her body was marked with drops of water and marks that shouldn't be on her skin, her white hair was scattered on the pillow giving her an almost divine countenance and misty eyes that showed fatigue.

His loved her more than life itself ,but that was a secret. A secret that might have driven him to an early grave, but…he couldn't take his eyes off her, he couldn't leave her…he didn't want to.

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Beauty of Scars & Flowers - Chapter 4: Blooming Flowers and Feelings

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The day was warm, with the sun shining brightly and not a cloud in sight. Many ladies walk with their lord husbands or with one another throughout the Gardens of the Red Keep. Some share the latest rumours being spread around court, while some just enjoy the warmth of the sun beating down on them.

A group of three were among the people outside enjoying the warm weather. Princess Helaena had dragged her new friend and younger brother to accompany her for the day. She wanted Lyannas' knowledge of the flowers in the gardens and Aemond to spend time with. The day had gone well so far, with Helaena picking out flowers she liked and then asking Lyanna to identify them before Lyanna put them in the basket she was carrying so that she could press them for {Helaena.

Aemond had only shared a few words with either one of them. He stood tall and walked along with them, answering the question Helaena asked in his head rather than aloud. Part of him feared that he would be wrong when he chose to identify one of the flowers. He wanted to be sure, not just of the name but also of the meaning and use of the flower.

Lyanna rocked her weight from one of her feet to the other, her gaze not on Helaena or Aemond but on a group of ladies not too far away from them. Aemond stood beside her; his face held no expression, and if anything, the prince looked bored. His shoulders were pulled back, and his hands folded before him. Helaena was on the ground in front of a bush of powder-blue flowers with bright yellow centers; they were arranged in rounded, divergent clusters along the length of the branch.

“This one, Lyanna?” Helaena asked as she held up a small cluster of the small powder-blue flowers.

Aemond racked his brain for the name of the flower and the meaning. Wanting to show off his knowledge of the flower, he had spent the past two days reading the few books the maester had on botany. He even went as far as to ask Helaena for the books that Lyanna had given her.

Aemond knew the flower, but the worry that he might be wrong prevented him from speaking its name. But as Lyanna didn’t respond to his sister, he felt the silence eating away at his nerves. After two more beats of silence, he finally chose to speak up.

“forget-me-nots, sister,” Aemond said as he shifted his weight onto one of his legs. “A sign of fidelity and love,”

Aemond did his best to try and see from his peripheral vision if Lyanna had heard him. He was almost sure he was correct about identifying the flower, and the only doubt sprouted from the worry that he might be wrong.

Lyanna looked back towards Helaena, and at the flowers she was kneeling at. Slowly, she nodded to confirm that Aemond was right about the name, having heard him. Aemond rolled his shoulders back in pride as she did so. Of course, he was right.

Helaena brought the flowers to her nose, smelling them as she spun them around. Helaena spoke to herself, “I like them. The colour reminds me of Dreamfyre.”

“When gifted, they mean you will never forget the person and keep them in your thoughts and heart. The tea is good when you have a cough,” Lyanna added with a heavy sigh.

Her tone was enough for Aemond to look away from his sister and towards her. Lyanna's jaw was clenched, and her shoulders were tense. He knew well enough now that he was not the reason for her shift in mood, for only moments before, she and Helaena were happily joking with one another; once giving Lyanna a once over, he forced his gaze back onto his sister.

Helaena did not mind her friend's shift in mood, only holding out the bundle for Aemond to take. The prince accepted the flowers and copied his sister's action of bringing them to his nose to smell them. The small flowers had no scent, Aemond realized.

“They have no scent, and if they do, it tends to be very faint,” Lyanna told Aemond as she took the flower from him to place in the basket.

Aemond nodded at her words, acting like he already knew that fact when he didn’t. Aemond kept his gaze on his sister rather than the lady beside him, who was looking at the flowers in her hand. He noticed how Helaena was letting what looked like a wasp land on her finger, a small smile on his sister's face as she watched the bug.

“Helaena, be careful,” Aemond warned as he spotted the yellow and black striped bug land on his sister's finger.

Lyanna put the flower in her basket as she looked towards her friend, worried as she heard Aemond speak. Her attention was fully back on the two siblings instead of the people around them as she said, “They are harmless, Hover Flies.”

It was Helaena's turn to confirm Lyanna’s words as she brought the small bug on her finger closer to her face to inspect it. Lyanna moved towards the small bundle of flowers with the bug flying around it, letting one of the bugs land on her finger.

“They are good for the plants, spread the pollen from the plant to others and even eat other creatures that would harm the plant,” She informed him as she held the bug close to Aemond's face.

Aemond watched the dragonfly-like bug on Lyanna's finger. It had a face like a fly, yet the butt of the bug made him nervous because of its likeness to a wasp. Aemond looked behind Lyanna and to his sister, who was still kneeling in front of the forget-me-nots. His attention was returned to Lyanna as she reached for his hand and laid it palm up onto her own.

Aemond can feel the warmth of Lyanna’s palm and the softness and calluses free. Aemond, one eye, watched Lyanna's face as she tried to get the fly onto his palm; her face held no sign of discomfort as their skin touched. Only a small smile as she watched the bug crawl into his hand. He relaxed his hand entirely on top of hers. He pried his gaze away from her face and onto the fly that crawled around his hand.

The peaceful, distant chatter of the people around them and the sounds of the songbirds in the trees were quickly drowned out as a group of four young nobles made their way down the path they were on.

Lyanna’s hand was grabbed in one moment, and she was ripped away and around from Aemond. The force was so strong and unexpected that some of the flowers in her basket fell onto the ground.

“Lady Lyanna!” A young man exclaimed with a booming voice.

Aemond watched as the man grabbed ahold of both of Lyanna’s forearms. His hands moved down her arms until he had a hold of her hands. The man brought both of her hands up to his lips as he held them in his tight grip.

Aemond watched as the others in the group greeted Lyanna with smiles, but none had been so forward as the man. All he did was watch with the Hoverfly still in his hand, the same hand that Lyanna had been holding. Now, her hands were being held and pampered with kisses by another.

Helaena did not seem to care about the addition of new people; still focused on the flowers and bugs around her. If she had looked away, she would have seen Aemond’s free hand move to rest on the pommel of his sword as his shoulders tensed and face hardened.

“Ser Alan,” Lyanna had finally greeted the man. Aemond noticed her voice did not hold the same excitement as Alan's, but it was not nearly as cold as he had hoped.

“I thought that you might be around here somewhere, enjoying the warm weather,” Alan told her as his thumbs rubbed against the back of her hands.

“Alan has been a bore and in a flawless mood once he realized you were not with your uncle,” The man, whom Aemond did not recognize, spoke up.

Lyanna only let out a disingenuous laugh as her shoulders started to tense. It was clear to anyone who spent a few moments with the young lady that she was uncomfortable; it would be apparent to anyone who could read body language.

But Lyanna knew better than to embarrass a young lord in front of his friends. Instead, she just went along with what was being said and allowed the man to hold her hands.

“You should accompany us,” One of the ladies said, a genuine smile on her face with the hope that Lyanna would join them.

Lyanna shook her head, looking towards the lady with a kind smile as she spoke. “Princess Helaena and I are not yet done spending time with one another, but perhaps tomorrow.”

“I hope the gods give us another beautiful day then,”

“Perhaps My Lady Strong will come to see you in the training yard,” Aemond said as he stared down at Ser Alan.

Part of Aemond wanted Ser Alan to agree with his words so that Lyanna would be able to see the man's lack of skill. But Aemond watched as the man shifted on his feet under his gaze. Lyanna looked away from the man in front of her and towards Aemond. Eyebrows slightly pulled together because of his words.

“The training yard is no place for a woman, Prince Aemond,” Ser Alan told Aemond, which caused Lyanna to snap her head back towards him.

She shouldn’t have been shocked at his words, but Lyanna still was. But she knew for a fact that most of the ladies often went to watch the young knights and lords train. She doesn’t understand why Alan did not want her to watch him, but Aemond did; the man's lack of skill was humorous to him and no doubt the man wanted to impress Lyanna with his words and not his skills.

“Hmmm, I’m sure it will do my lady some good to see you train,” Aemond pushed on as he stepped closer to the two of them.

“I do not think her uncle would want her in such a place,” Alan shot back, not thinking of the words he was saying.

Aemond didn’t show any emotion on his face while Alan spoke. Instead, he showed that he was in control, with his calm posture the opposite of Alan's. Aemond's voice was smooth as he said, “Well, she can accompany me. I will happily escort her to watch.”

“I have already finished training for the day,” Alan made an excuse, his grip tightened on Lyanna’s hands as he narrowed his eyes at Aemond.

“No harm can come from a few hours more,” Aemond spoke back, and the man and two ladies behind Alan looked amongst themselves as the prince shot back at Alan.

“Not everyone has the luxury of spending the day in the yard,” Alan told Aemond; his friend nodded along with his words, but that did not stop Aemond.

“Some lack the dedication to,“ Aemond added his own opinion, and he watched as Alan's face hardened back as he spoke. He hit a sore spot, it seemed.

“Are you saying I lack dedication?” Alan asked with a scoff. He took offence to Aemond’s words but was in no position to talk back to the prince or even call him out on his behaviour.

“I did not name you, but perhaps you identify with my words,”

“I will see to it that we spend time together tomorrow, Ser Alan,” Lyanna said before Alan could respond to Aemond, gaining his attention with a smile on her face.

Alan nodded before he brought Lyanna’s hands back up to his lips. He placed one last kiss before letting her hands go, and he turned back to his group. The four of them made a quick pace to leave the two royal siblings and Lyanna. Aemond watched as Lyanna relaxed her shoulders and moved to pick up the fallen flowers that had been trampled and crushed.

“Isn’t he charming, brother?” Helaena broke the silence as she asked Aemond.

“Certainly,” Aemond answered as he moved to help his sister up off the ground.

Helaena doesn’t wait for Lyanna to pick up the flowers before she moves on to the next bush of flowers. But Aemond does wait, his palm still up towards the sky even though the hoverfly had long since left.

Aemond watched as Lyanna stood up and turned back towards him; the basket of flowers was held in front of her with both hands. Lyanna looked at Aemond and offered him a small smile.

Aemond did not offer her a smile but instead, his arm for her to take.

Lyanna looked between Aemond’s cold face and his extended arm, letting a few beats pass before she stepped forward and rested her hand on his arm.

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Dance With Me ( Harwin Strong )

requested by anon: Can you write a little blurb about Harwin Strong asking Reader for a dance?

word count: 0.8k

warnings: none, except for fluff

pairing: harwin strong x fem!reader

author's note: it took me some time to complete this blurb, but I finally did it. I really hope you all enjoy this one.

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Your eyes wandered around the grand room. Almost everyone in Westeros had come together in King’s Landing to celebrate yet another year of Viserys as the King of the seven Kingdoms. As his second oldest daughter, you were attending as commanded, even though you would rather spend your time doing something else.

As you glanced around the room, you noticed that almost everyone was out of their seats and on the dance floor. They had huge smiles on their faces. They must be really enjoying themselves, you thought to yourself as you let out an almost inaudible sigh. Even Rhaenyra, your older sister by a year and a half, was dancing with someone.

You looked over to your father, who was talking to Lyonel Strong. You had no idea what they were talking about, however, before you could move closer to where they were and listen to the schemes they were conjuring up, you heard your name being called.

Your eyes opened wide, recognising the voice clearly. Slowly, you turned around and looked up at those brown eyes that already watched you.

A gentle smile graced Harwin Strong’s lips as he looked down at you. You couldn’t help but smile brightly at him, a light blush gracing your cheeks while your eyebrows were slightly raised, waiting for him to say something.

“Would you like to dance with me, Princess?”

Harwin held his hand out for you, lightly wiggling his fingers while he waited for you to make a decision.

While you contemplated whether to take his hand and dance with him in front of everyone, which was somewhat of a nightmare for you because you hated being the centre of attention, you turned your head slightly to the side, looking over your shoulder, quickly noticing that your father and Lord Strong had stopped talking and were now looking as expectantly at you as Harwin Strong.

Viserys, your father, nodded his head, encouraging you to take up the young man’s offer. You knew that he only wanted the best for you. He had noticed the glances you stole at Harwin Strong, always staying a bit longer when he was around, exchanging secret smiles that got noticed by both fathers, King Viserys Targaryen and Lyonel Strong.

You let out a small breath you didn’t know you were holding before you turned around again, a bright smile on your lips as you looked up at Harwin, who was still holding his hand out for you.

“Of course.”, you stated, putting your hand in his while you got up from your seat.

Harwin had a proud smile on his lips while he guided you to the dance floor, almost everyone’s attention on you. You were able to catch your sister’s eyes, who instantly wiggled her eyebrows, making you lightly giggle, luckily without anyone noticing.

Rhaenyra was the first one to find out about your crush on Harwin Strong. She encouraged you to talk to him whenever you could, sometimes even pushing you towards him, which usually made you bump into him, seeing as though you were the clumsy one out of the two of you. Thankfully, it helped, and it always encouraged you to strike up a conversation with him.

Once you made it to the dance floor, you turned around and stood face-to-face with the young man in front of you. Both of you had bright smiles on your lips. Anyone who didn’t notice the sparks flying between you was blind. There was so much chemistry between you. Everyone could see it.

Both of your fathers wore proud smiles on their lips, knowing the next big thing they had to discuss with one another.

As soon as the music started again, you and Harwin, along with the other guests, moved your bodies to the rhythm of it. You weren’t the perfect dancer, however, you were decent enough to manoeuvre your way around the dance floor.

Harwin couldn’t help but admire the way you danced and quickly noticed that you were always wearing a smile on your face, whether it was from being embarrassed because you missed a few steps or because you were enjoying yourself, he didn’t care. Harwin loved seeing that smile. It brightened his day.

One dance ended, and another one began, and you felt as though you didn’t want to stop. You wanted to keep on dancing, and the young Strong too. He wanted to be as close to you as appropriately possible.

The two of you wanted to dance the night away with one another, and the longer you were on the dance floor, the lesser you cared about everyone’s eyes on you. The only thing that mattered to you at that moment was to have Harwin Strong this close to you, talking to him, laughing with him … feeling his touch.

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Welcome to my House of the Dragon masterlist!

pairings and light summaries are under each fic title

fics rated 18+ contain NSFW content - that means STRICTLY NO MINORS

Happy reading!

His sunflower 18+

- f!reader. You think about the time you met your husband

So perfect for me 18+ (on hiatus?)

- f!reader. You're Aegon's favorite whore

Don't leave me 18+ (on hiatus?)

- f!reader. You're Aemond's only solace...and also his handmaiden

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“The greens are coming for you Rhaenyra, and your children.”

The two part finale of The Queen’s Hand is well under way. Just a lil something to get you excited! 💜

Find the series here

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The Sellsword [Harwin Strong x Fem!Reader]

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Summary: Surviving in Fleabottom can be a challenge although you knew how to survive the streets, not being afraid of killing any man as long as it meant your survival. The older you became, the more who recognized your skill and you became a sellsword. You ended up in a chance encounter with a gold cloak, Ser Harwin Strong and you prove him wrong when he challenges your skill as a female sellsword….

WARNING: This one shot contains sexual content. Please read at your own risk.

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You smirked lightly as you sat across from your pal, who called himself Dagger, your hand clasped in his. You were in the depths of Fleabottom where most of the other cutthroats tended to spend their time gambling and in the arms of whores. Most of them were an unusual sort, yet you called them family.

“I am telling you that you can not win, Dagger,�� You taunted watching his plump face turn red, the two of you struggling in an arm wrestle match: a test of strength.

Cheers erupted around the table as you slammed his hand on the table, the man grunting in defeat. “One day, I will win.”

“Ah, that day is not today, my friend,” You said with a small smirk while taking a long drink of your ale.

“Alas.” A scrawnier man came over clapping you hard on the back. “Y/N constantly proves that she is strong, for a woman.”

You narrowed your eyes a bit after finding your composure from the slap. “Oi, do you want to try your hand at me, Fang?” You questioned with a cocked brow and smirked when he stuttered. “That is what I thought.”

You set your empty cup on the table with a small laugh. “I just find it amusing you lot are afraid of a little girl!” You teased. “The most fearsome men in all of Fleabottom are scared of a little delicate girl!”

Your laugh continued to grow as you sat back down, smirking while your eyes scanned over the men. Dagger was the biggest of them all with a big belly hanging out of the bottom of his tunic. Fang and Claw were twin brothers, both as scrawny as one another with each one having features similar to a face of a rat.

“Are you being a cocky shit again, Y/N?” A gruff voice spoke up.

Your smirk widened and lulled your head at Darreth, a man of pale skin which made his dark hair stand out. “I would never think of such a thing.”

Darreth snorted as he set a fresh cup of ale in front of you while placing a hand atop your head. “Of course you wouldn’t.”

You smiled and thanked him quietly for the ale before taking a drink. After your father got murdered, Darreth found you begging on the streets and took you in as a daughter from the young age of eight. He taught you how to be a Sellsword as himself and was able to make a name for yourself before you were the age of five-and-ten.

You let out a long sigh, your eyes flickering up when you heard Darreth scoff. Your eyes connected with the blue eyes of a gold cloak, a small smirk forming on your lips.

“Is there something you need?” You called to him noticing his gaze lingering a bit longer than it should.

The gold cloak watched you for a moment before a chuckle passed his lips as he walked closer. “I want to make sure you are all right.”

You raised a brow. “What do you mean? Do I seem as though I am in any danger?” You questioned.

The man hesitated a bit as his eyes scanned over your features, the smug smirk clear on your face. “No, it appears not.”

You tilted your head as you looked the man over. His dark curly hair suited him well, making his blue eyes stand out from the rest of his appearance. He was quite handsome, even if he was a dog to the King- as Darreth liked to call the city watch.

“Why don’t you try your hand at a test of strength against me?” You suddenly offered.

The man chuckled a bit. “I can not, I’m afraid.”

You tilted your head with a small smirk as you stood up, walking around the man a bit. “The gold cloaks are supposed to be some of the strongest men…if you are to protect the king after all.”

“Leave the dog alone, Y/N,” Darreth spoke up although you ignored him.

“It should not be too hard for a gold cloak to beat a simple Sellsword,” You taunted looking over the man.

The man chuckled and nodded. “I guess you are correct.”

You hummed as your smirk grew. “And what is the name of my opponent?”

“Ser Harwin of House Strong,” He introduced himself with a nod.

“Well, Ser Harwin of House Strong,” You began while walking back towards your table. “Let us see if you can beat me.”

“What are the stakes here?” Harwin questioned as he sat across from you.

“It’s simple really. I will give you what you wish if you win and you give me what I wish if I win.”

Harwin chuckled a bit. “And what do you wish for if you win?”

You smirked lightly as you held your arm up, your elbow on the table. “That will be a surprise.”

Harwin returned your smirk, clasping his hand in yours. You could tell it was quite a challenge when your arm began to shake as he tried to slam your hand down but you were quick to overpower him.

You let out a laugh when you slammed his hand down, everyone cheering for you.

Harwin blew out a breath, a chuckle passing his lips. “Well done.”

You smirked lightly. “I believe I deserve my reward, Ser Harwin.”

“Ah, yes. That was our wager.” Harwin chuckled a bit. “How much gold would you like?”

You raised a brow at him before you stood up, walking behind the man. Your fingers lightly ran over his armor while you tilted your head as a small him passed your lips. “And who said I would like gold?” You purred in his ear.

Your eyes went up to Darreth who narrowed his eyes as he watched you, your smirk only widening. You ran your hands down Harwin’s armor before taking his hand and helping him stand, leading him away from the rest of the group.

You took him down the narrow paths of Fleabottom, holding onto his hand to make sure he does not get lost.

“I should get back to my duty,” Harwin said after a moment as he pulled you to a stop.

You looked up at his piercing blue eyes, smirking wide. “Fuck your duty,” You whispered while leaning up so your face was inches from his.

You laughed lightly as he just watched you while leading him through the door of a brothel. You swayed your hips a bit, leading Harwin into an empty room before turning towards him.

“Tell me, Ser Harwin,” You began, fiddling with the laces on your tunic. “Have you ever laid with a woman?”

Harwin chuckled a bit at the question. “If you must know, I have.”

A small hum passed your lips while you looked down at your tunic. You untied your tunic and slipped it off your body, moving onto your belt and boots next. You noticed the gold cloak watching you and you smirked more, letting your breeches fall next. As a Sellsword, you never dressed as a proper lady; something Fang and Claw taunted you about quite often.

You walked closer and began to untie Harwin’s armor for him beginning with his gauntlets. “I wonder if any of those women are as good as me,” You said softly, tilting your head as you helped him with his chest armor.

Harwin hooked two of his fingers under your chin, his other hand going to your waist to bring you closer to him. “Let’s find out,” He whispered and leaned down kissing you deeply on the lips.

You returned his kiss hungrily as your hands went to his breeches, sliding them down with ease. Your smirk widened widened as you grinded your hips into his to gain a bit of friction, your hand going down towards his cock.

You released the kiss, your hand tugging up and down as you helped him with his tunic. You moved your hands up to his bare chest while you slowly pushed him back onto the bed, climbing over him after he laid down.

You kept your eyes on Harwin as you traced patterns on his chest. You have been with both men and women and you always enjoyed being the one in charge. You have found a certain arousal from it.

You gripped his cock once more guiding it towards your cunt. Harwin gripped onto your hips tight as you helped him inside of you, a moan passing your lips.

You began to move your hips against his as he went further inside of you, moans of satisfaction coming out from the two of you.

Harwin grunted as you began to lightly bounce while your breasts clapped against your chest. You arched your back, furrowing your brows as he began to go faster, gripping onto you tighter.

You felt yourself reaching your limit soon enough, your bounces becoming faster the faster Harwin thrusted inside of you.

You let out a loud satisfied moan when the two of you reached your limit, laughing as some of your hair fell in your face. You smirked down at Harwin, the two of you trying to regain your breath.

“Did I prove to be right, Ser Harwin of House Strong?” You purred, pushing back some of his curly hair.

Harwin returned your smirk while he relaxed back on the silk pillows, admiring your natural state. “I do not know about that,” He said in a teasing tone. “We could get confirmation if you are the best woman I have slept with when the moon is upon us…only to make sure.”

You smirked and leaned down close to his ear. “Meet me here when it turns the hour of the owl,” You purred and winked at him before climbing off with a giggle.

Harwin watched you, chuckling lightly as you got dressed and left the brothel in a rush. You knew you were to get an earful from Darreth however, you deserved your reward against Ser Harwin and the many rewards he was to give you the more times you snuck around with him with every visit to Fleabottom he had paid.

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thebigbadbatswife · 2 years

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One Day | Harwin Strong x Fem!Reader

Summary - You and Harwin have only ever seen each other from a distance. Perhaps one day you would finally have the confidence to approach him.

Warnings - Sexual Tension, Implied Sexual Content

A/N - Quick drabble featuring the man who’s recently been living in my head rent free.

Word Count - 285

The hunting camp was loud and abuzz with activity. You were sitting with your friends drinking and laughing. Tired of the stuffy royal tent, all of you had moved outside to get some air and enjoy the sun in the Kingswood. As well as to get a better view of the knights walking about.

It wasn’t long before you felt his eyes on you. You looked up from your goblet and across the camp, until you finally saw him. Ser Harwin Strong. He was standing at one of the butchering tables, skinning rabbits.

He grinned when he saw you looking and you quickly averted your eyes away, feeling your cheeks heat up and the smallest of smiles ghosting your lips. In your opinion, he was the sexiest man you had ever laid eyes on. Hell, he was probably the sexiest man in Westeros and just the sight of him had you aching. You often wondered what it would feel like to have those big strong hands roaming your body.

You were teased endlessly by your friends about the crush you had on him. A couple of them had even tried to encourage to finally end the tension and just go talk to him, but you were nowhere near confident enough to. Besides, what would you even talk about? How much you wanted him to have his way with you? You were sure he would enjoy that sort of conversation very much. He’d probably even take you up on it, if you offered.

Perhaps one day you would be brave enough and would finally end this game of watching each other from a distance. You could only hope that by then it wouldn’t be too late.

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Alister Rutherford Academy

"Welcome to all the new students, as you know this is Alister Rutherford Academy, training academy for young talents, at one time this was only for the training of future kings, knights and ladies in attendance, certainly even now with the passing of the time not only nobles and rulers come here, from sons of politicians, future heirs of companies and common citizens. Here we will teach you different disciplines from science to the arts but our goal is to train good people with independent minds "

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HERE AGAIN

43. “Go on ride my thigh.” WITH HARWIN

knight in shining armor.

When the Red Keep is attacked, Ser Harwin is the one in charge of your protection. Spending the night by your side, he finds it hard to keep his emotions under control.

MASTERLIST

PAIRING — Harwin Strong x Targ!Fem!Reader.

TAGS — fluff (a bit too much, I'm sorryy), smut —thigh riding, nipple play, oral fixation, praise, virgin!reader, dirty talk—, sexual tension, descriptions of nudity, mentions of blood and violence, murder. If something is missing let me know!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE — small context: here the dance of the dragons doesn't happen, Rhaenyra never fucked Harwin and the greens and blacks are a lovey dovey family. Long live fanfiction for this. A big, big thank you to @bucknastysbabe for beta reading this!! Ilysm!!🤍

My baby bel, i think i put a bit too much fluff into the mix while writing this, but i hope you like it and enjoy it. Ilyy🤍

WORD COUNT — 3.6k

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤenglish is not my first language.

A thunderous sound woke you up from your peaceful slumber. By looking around in the darkness of your chambers, you could tell something was wrong; a strange atmosphere appeared in the air, something odd that brought an inexplicable chill in your spine. You arose from your bed, walking barefooted towards the nearest window and peeking outside - the cold wind that entered the room sent shivers through your body, causing goosebumps to arise across your skin. It had to be the hour of the Wolf, you could barely see a thing.

There was a group of guards marching towards the entrance of the Red Keep; you heard them bellow, but you were not able to make sense of their words. They ran from one side to another, picking up their swords and shields, giving commands to one another. You grew curious to know the reason behind such a fuss and the answer came quicker than you expected. While you were observing a knight standing beside the arsenal and keeping guard on the perimeter, another man silently approached him- wearing all black, camouflaging in the darkness of the night.

A small part of you told you to look away, but you stood there - eyes fixed on the guard. Curiosity killed the cat.

Out of the blue, the black-clad specter reached for the knight, and before you could discern what the man had done to him, you saw red flooding out under the moonlight - staining his prestigious white cloak. You froze in your place as you saw the guard falling to his knees before his entire body reached the dirt on the floor. The air escaped from your lungs as you witnessed such a gruesome scene, feeling your heart beating frantically in reaction.

It only became worse once the unknown man looked up, right at your window. Right at you, steely eyes glinting.

Immediately, you took a few steps back - your hand covering your mouth and muffling a squeal as soon as you realized what had happened. Chills traveled around your body, and before you realized, your cheeks were soaking with tears of horror and fear. It was suddenly hard to breathe, your chest feeling heavy and tight. That man saw you, he would certainly come after you now.

Your feet kept moving, eyes fixed in the window as you walked backwards, as far as possible from that frightening scene. In that moment, you felt your back hit something cold and hard before two strong arms wrapped around your body and squeezed you between them. You yelped, screaming hysterically with the thought that it will be your turn now - squirming desperately as you tried to be freed from the arms of the person who was holding you down.

Then you heard his voice.

“Princess, it's me!” The familiar voice exclaimed, loosening the grip around your body and allowing you to turn around to see him. He removed his helmet, throwing it onto the floor. “It's me, my sweet princess,” he repeated, this time more calm and with a soothing tone in his timbre. He placed his big, calloused hand on your cheek.

The relief washed over you as you saw your beautiful knight in shining armor standing before you, tense shoulders instantly relaxing as you locked your lilac eyes with his deep brown ones. His gaze was soft, but it still showed signs of his preoccupation for you. His thumb brushed against your skin, wiping the tears that had fallen down your face. You leaned towards his touch and he sighed.

“You're safe with me,” Ser Harwin murmured. “Everything will be okay…” His impressive frame towered over your smaller one; you had to look up at him as your hand wrapped around his wrist.

Harwin was taken aback once he felt your trembling arms wrapping around his armor. You hung from his neck as he picked you up from the floor. One of his hands held your waist, while the other went to your nape - keeping you close to him. The coldness of the metal was pressing against your cheek, and you closed your eyes - silently crying against his shoulder. Your heart fluttered inside your chest once he tightened his grip around your body; you felt safe in his arms.

“Shh… it's fine,” he cooed against your ear. His lips pressed against your head. “No one will hurt you if I'm with you, princess. No one will harm you.”

“What happened? What's going on?” you asked between sobs.

“Some miscreants managed to go through the gates, they're now being secured in the black cells. They’re trying to find those who are inside the Keep,” he explained while he slowly put you back on your feet - a soft whine involuntarily left your lips once you stopped feeling his warmth. “I've come as soon as I heard.”

“Is my family safe? My mother, my siblings? Rhaenyra and the children?”

“They are all being guarded by members of the king's guard,” Harwin replied.

You nodded before you took a look around his face, as if you were trying to search for some wound - just in case he needed your help. “Are you hurt?” A little smile appeared on his handsome face once he noticed your worry. “Did- did they hurt you?”

“No,” he answered. “And you shall not worry about me, princess…”

You pressed your lips in a thin line before murmuring - a bit embarrassed, “you know I'll always worry about you.”

Harwin paused to take a look at you; his heart beating fast with the mere sight of you, feeling like a green boy whenever you were around, staring up at him with those pretty, sparkling eyes of yours. So beautiful, so precious. It was no secret between you two that your feelings had flourished like roses in Spring. Yet, even when the deep affections were obviously mutual, both of you were scared to act on it. It was forbidden, and - somehow - that made it even more tempting for both. How scandalous, King Viserys daughter has the Hand’s son as a paramour.

“Mayhaps your royal highness should go back to sleep,” Harwin suggested. “On the morrow all this would be just a faint memory.”

“I don't think I will be able to do it,” you told him, taking a step back and wiping your tears away. “I lost all my sleep with what I've just seen…it was awful, terrible…”

Harwin approached you again as he noticed your despair - your voice breaking in the middle of your words and your eyes glistening once again by a layer of new tears. He cupped your face, brushing his thumbs against your cheeks.

“It's okay, my sweet angel,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against yours - you closed your eyes. His closeness made your heart beat faster, and the syrupy way the name that came out of his plump lips almost caused you to sigh. “Come here, let's sit down for a second, alright?” Harwin motioned.

Obediently, you grabbed his hand as he guided you through your room, finding a comfortable spot in the large settee right in the middle of your chambers. Once Harwin turned around, he finally noticed what you were wearing; a thin see through nightgown. His eyebrows twitched and mouth went dry. He knew that the right thing was to look away, give the privacy you needed - yet he couldn't manage to take his eyes off of you, his lovely princess. He followed a path from your face, going downwards towards your neck and collarbones - he even imagined how they would look with small marks from his lips printed on them. He continued shamelessly eyeing you, finding your breasts; he felt his throat getting dry once he noticed your pebbled nipples peeking through the white fabric of your nightgown. His mouth watered, resisting the urge to think how they would feel against his tongue. Unexpectedly, he felt his pants getting tighter.

That's when he knew that enough was enough. You were a princess; his princess. You deserve the utmost respect. He couldn't allow himself to think of you in that way, especially on a night like this one.

Harwin cleared his throat, sitting down on the couch and tapping the empty spot by his side - once again, you obeyed. Your body curled by his side, clinging into his armor, laying your head on his chest as his arm went around your shoulder to keep you close. You squirmed a bit, trying to make sense of the feeling between your legs - the one that grew more intense once you noticed the desire on his eyes.

“Close your eyes, try to rest. I'll be here when you wake up,” he promised.

You nodded, making yourself comfortable and doing what he told you to do - and you really tried, yet it seemed impossible for you to take that horrid image off your mind. Your whole body would tremble with the thought of being murdered in the same way. Each time you would close your eyes, that was all you could see. It was torturous, a bone chilling fear that didn't let you rest.

That scarlet blood seeping down white cloth played over and over again in your racing mind.

Before you noticed, you were sobbing again. Harwin, chivalrous as always, grabbed your quivering body and placed you on his lap, rocking your body from side to side as a desperate attempt to try and calm you down. It wounded him to see you like this, so scared and defenseless - he even wondered what he could do to make your anguish go away.

“He saw me… he'll come and try to- to kill me!” you whined - your lower lip shaking uncontrollably. “I cannot- I cannot stop thinking about it all.”

Growing up as a princess left you inside a bubble. Behind the thick walls of the castle you never had to watch or see something as such - the evilness of people. Harwin has always told you that you had a pure heart and soul, always oblivious to the wrongdoings of the people. You never knew how cruel people truly were, and now that you saw it you couldn't stop thinking about it.

“Nothing will happen to you, not if I'm here,” Harwin softly whispered. “I will always protect you, my precious angel.”

But then he thought of his words again; he might protect you from the enemies, from the dangers of the world, but how was he supposed to protect you from the torment that was caused by your own mind? How could he possibly make you forget about it?

He knew the answer, but he knew it was wrong. Terribly wrong.

“Come here.” Harwin invited you to sit on his lap. In any other occasion you would doubt a bit before assenting to do it, but in that moment all you wanted was to feel safe, to feel him against you as he got rid of all your fears with his mere presence - you couldn't resist.

His hands grabbed your hips as he lifted you up and motioned you until you were sitting on top of him - your arms around his broad body as you laid on his shoulder. His hands went to your head, his fingertips softly caressing your scalp while he soothed you again.

For him, it was quite hard to ignore the fact that the only thing in the middle of your nudity was a thin piece of fabric that did nothing to hide your body. He could see it, but you could feel it. At first you just sighed - the coldness of the metal covering his thigh would touch the heat between your legs, which was growing more intense with every passing second. You shivered, holding back a gasp when you accidentally moved your hips.

Out of the sudden, a thunderous sound similar to the one that woke you up was heard again. Your body jumped due to the shock, and your eyes widened with terror.

“Harwin…” you mumbled his name, almost as if you were begging him to make it stop, even when you knew he couldn't do anything more than stay by your side.

“Look at me, Princess,” he replied, his voice becoming slightly raspy as his big hands went to your hips. You felt how he started to pull your nightgown upwards - he had given up his hesitation to do this, defiling the pure little angel. How your doe-eyes and small body contrasted against his large frame, Strong was ensnared. The knight no longer fought against the carnal urges. He needed to take your mind elsewhere, and this was the only way he could think of. You tried to look down as he kept pulling the only layer of clothes that would cover your body - the only thing that separated your warmth from the coldness of the metal on his thigh, and he grabbed your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. “Don't look away from me, angel…”

You obeyed, slightly parting your lips as the fabric brushed against your flesh, and once your cunt was laying naked on top of his leg, you felt a shiver running down your spine. Harwin’s honeyed gaze did not tear from your face at any moment, reluctant to see your most vulnerable places. He felt unworthy of it. He wasn't going to see you, he wasn't going to touch your vulnerable petals - he was just going to let you use him as you please.

“Ser Harwin…” you repeated his name in a gasp as his hands moved your hips on top of him. Gentle movements at first, just to see how you would react; that's when you moaned, feeling metal rubbing directly against your clit. It felt odd, but extremely good.

“Don't stress your mind any further,” he whispered, almost feeling breathless. “Forget about everything, just focus on what you feel…”

With your eyes closed, you placed your hands on his shoulder in order to find some stability when he slightly quickened the pace. The whimper that left your lips would be carved in Harwin’s mind forever, haunting his nights and increasing his need for you. You were there, in front of him looking so angelic, yet so sinful - he was tightening his grip on your hips, digging his fingertips on your flesh as a desperate attempt to hold back; the urge to rip that nightgown was almost unbearable. He needed to touch you, even when it was awfully wrong to do so.

One of his hands left your hip, moving upwards until it cupped your face. Your cheeks were burning beneath his touch, too flustered and shy to hold his haze for too long. You weren't stupid, you knew what was going on and you knew what it meant, yet it was hard for you to care when it felt this good.

Involuntarily, you started to move your hips on your own, growing needy and aching to feel more of him. You longed for his hands on your skin, touching every inch of you until his scent was spread all over your body - yet, he denied you of that, too scared of not being able to stop if he got to fondle your curves.

“Does it feel good?” he asked, his voice so deep and husky, almost making you purr like a kitten between his arms.

“S’good…” you whined in response, mouth agape and letting gasps fall from your lips.

Harwin shifted his position, trying to find some comfortable posture that would make him forget about the ache inside his breeches. He laid back on the settee, spreading his legs and letting you place your hands on his chest. You soon started to move your hips again, moaning his name.

“Fucking hell…” he groaned, now getting a full view of your body. “Go on, ride my thigh…” Those words slipped his lips before he was able to stop them. He felt ashamed, but you loved to hear them, driving your pace harder in reaction.

Your eyes opened and you found Harwin looking up at you as you used him for your own pleasure. He sat there, your weeping cunt coating his armor with your slick as you rubbed yourself on him; you quickly noticed how hard it was for him not to look down - not to look at the sinful view of your swollen bud brushing against him. Instead, his eyes remained on your face, lost in your glossy eyes and swollen lips. He was bewitched with the way your face would express the pleasure you were feeling; Blessed may be the gods for giving him the opportunity to see you like that.

His thumb moved closer to your lips, and you were quick to trap it inside your mouth, sucking and nibbling at it while your movements became more intense. Harwin couldn't resist, and he moaned once he felt your tongue swirling around his digit, imagining how that very same tongue would feel on his cock.

“This feels better than your pillow, doesn't it?” He suddenly groaned. On any other occasion, he would be too ashamed to mention that - the fact that he has heard you pleasuring yourself, yet he couldn't help it… the words slipped out of his mouth before he was able to hold them back. “Do you think of me when you do it?” He asked, almost begging to admit it, longing to hear you say it.

Though you were in no position to speak - too overwhelmed already, you manage to mumble a positive answer, humming as you nodded. A little smirk appeared on the knight's face, making him look even more charming than he already was. You felt your body melt in his arms.

With the motion of your body becoming more intense - faster, your nightgown slowly started to fall down your body, exposing your pebbled nipples to the hungry haze of the man beneath you. The struggle inside his mind was killing him, he wasn't supposed to touch you yet his body craved for it. His mouth watered at the sight while you kept moaning around his finger.

“Touch yourself for me, my angel,” he murmured, as if that would cease his cravings.

He removed his hand from your face, grabbing your wrist and relocating it to your breasts. You moaned at your own touch as you pulled your nipples and played with your own flesh. You leaned forward then, pressing your forehead against his, open-mouthed as you gasped when he grabbed your hips to control your movements once again. Harwin closed his eyes, groaning when you whined and mewled.

You sounded so beautiful.

“Come on, my princess,” he breathlessly said. His lips were merely a few inches away from yours. He fought the urge to devour your swollen lips. “Fucking hell… my angel, keep rubbing your sweet pussy against me. It feels so good, doesn't it? Bet you can’t think of anything else…”

“Harwin, I- I feel…”

“Sh… just let go. Fuck yourself on me, use me as you please. Let me help you empty that pretty head of yours.”

Harwin gave one last look at your trembling body before he started to bounce his leg, thick thigh adding more stimulation that almost made you scream. It was too much - the possessive grip around your hips was making it hard for you to think about anything else. You fantasized about him, about his hands, about his mouth… you longed for his touch, to feel huge calloused hands on your silken skin. You wondered how it would feel to have him inside of you, to let him defile your body. You wanted it so bad.

The thoughts soon started to push you over the edge. The metal covering Harwin’s thigh was soaked with your slick, it was slippery enough to fasten your movements until you couldn't hold it any longer. Your body weight fell forward, your hips twitching as your release oozed out of your weeping cunt, his name falling from your lips like a chant - as a way to thank him. Harwin felt his cock aching underneath his trousers, painfully hard, too damn close to coming undone.

“So good, my beautiful princess…” he whispered as he caressed your hair. His touch burning against now sensitive skin. “Bet you're not thinking about that bad man anymore, are you?”

You could only whine in response. Tired, overstimulated, and sleepy.

“Let's get you to bed now, shall we?”

Harwin grabbed your waist, lifting you up effortlessly as you leaned on his shoulders. Ever the gentleman, he fixed your gown and covered your nudity as he took you to the bed. He placed you delicately over the soft mattress and you hummed when he wrapped your trembling body on the silk sheets.

He leaned back then, but you grabbed his hand before he could go further away. “Please, don't,” you mumbled, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “Stay with me… Lay here.”

“My princess-”

“Please.”

And he couldn't say no.

You heard how he started to get rid of his armor, slowly detaching the pieces of metal from his body until there were just thin layers of clothes covering his body. He cautiously laid behind you - not wanting you to feel the hardness under his trousers, yet you grabbed his hand and forced him to wrap his limbs around your body, feeling the need to have him as close as possible.

Silence fell on the room, just hearing his calm breathing as he closed his eyes and smelled the sweet perfume lingering in your hair. But then, you spoke again.

“Ser Harwin?” you uttered his name so delicately it almost felt like a caress.

“Yes?”

There was a small pause, a moment of doubt. You continued regardless.

“I… I think I might be in love with you.”

Harwin's heart skipped a beat on his chest, and a smile appeared on his face. He felt a joy that he had never felt before.

“Princess?” Now it was him calling your name.

“Yes, sir?”

“I am in love with you.”

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bewitched.

AEMOND TARGARYEN X FEM!READER

summary: more word has arrived to you regarding your husbands infidelity. as he returns to you, you present him with a choice. word count: 2k warnings: drinking. strong language. angst. adultery. pain. a/n: see end of the piece for author’s note

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

choose your own ending...

— ending 1.

— ending 2.

— ending 3.

— ending 4.

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“My lady,” Your chambermaid spoke from the doorway, returning with a fresh pitcher of wine as you had requested, “Should I see the children to bed?”

“Please do,” Your voice was soft, the words fragile in your solemn state.

“It might be best for you to rest, rather than await the return of Prince Aemond.”

Her words were gentle, simply advising you to take care of yourself. But the fires of hurt and betrayal were already lit.

“What makes you believe that I am awaiting my husband?” With words more venomous than you intended, you bid her leave.

At the sound of the door shutting, you stood and moved toward the pitcher and chalice left idly by the fireplace. You poured the deep red liquid and lifted the cup to your lips, taking a generous gulp. The dull burn allowed some relief to your heightened senses. But you also knew that the alcohol only added fuel to your fire.

Rain began to pour over King’s Landing, softly thudding against the windows and stone of the castle walls. Usually, the rain would lull you to sleep, but it seemed the thunder of the skies only spurred you to continue drowning away the ache in your heart. Your eyes flickered over the second chalice that had been placed on the silver tray with your pitcher. It seemed that the servants expected Aemond to return to the Keep tonight. You were not sure if you wish for him to return or for him to drown in the heavy rains that poured from the sky.

As if the fool perfectly timed you, you glanced out the window to see the silhouette of Vhagar descending toward the Dragon Pits. In a drunken frenzy, you pulled the curtain to cover it, instead, the velvet fabric came down at your harsh tug.

The frustration would nearly boil over, but you did not allow the simple issues to push you over the threshold. As the Queen had often advised you, it was important that a lady bite her tongue and keep her composure even when she is by her lonesome. If someone saw the illusion of a proper lady shatter, it would be nearly impossible to recover from. She even revealed to you how she had come by this knowledge, sharing with you the events that occurred the night Aemond became the one-eyed prince.

Swiftly, you moved back toward the fireplace, picking up the parcel that a raven had delivered directly to you just this morning. It appeared blank to the simple eye, but when you hovered the note over the fire, the message revealed itself. The contents of it were simple, but completely shattered something inside of you:

She is with child.

Though the news had shocked you, the existence of the other woman did not. When Aemond and Daeron laid siege to Harrenhal and the Riverlands, word had traveled through the courts regarding the princes bedding other women. At the time, you had bit your tongue, excusing your husband’s infidelity as you convinced yourself it was just something he used to relieve his stress from battlefields.

But even after the marches through the Riverlands were claimed to be successful and at an end, Aemond would sometimes fly off to Harrenhal. He would say that he was just ensuring the hold that the Greens had on the region, yet you never believed his lies.

It was said that Harrenhal was cursed, blood mixed into the stone that built it. You believed the stories true after the great fire took the lives of Lord Lyonel and Ser Harwin when you were a child yourself. But now a curse had attached itself to your husband and kept him crawling back to the towers of Harrenhal.

The door cracked open, the hinges creaking as he entered, exhaustion painted over his face. Aemond was completely drenched, his hair now scrunched into waves rather than falling perfectly straight. Most of his leather overlayer had been discarded for the servants to see to, leaving him in a black tunic and pants with his riding boots.

It took him a few moments, but Aemond quickly came to realize that you were resting by the fire rather than fast asleep in your shared bed.

“Should you not be sleeping, dear wife?” Aemond called out to you while readying himself to turn into bed.

“Sleep has… escaped me recently,” You replied, eyes remaining on the fire. Only at his words did the nerves begin to spur inside you. How would he react when you told him? What would tomorrow bring? None of it really mattered, you supposed, as long as you didn’t allow your nerves to get the best of you.

Now in his proper bedclothes, Aemond began to approach the fireplace. He noticed the half-empty pitcher of wine, slightly shocked that you were partaking this late at night. Usually, you would reserve yourself to only enjoying wine at dinners or feasts, not in your marriage chambers. His eye flickered to the second chalice that sat empty on the silver platter. His slender fingers reached to grasp it, “Would this cup be for me?”

You turned your head, looking between the pitcher and chalice but never into his eye, “The maid brought it with her, probably as a formality. No one expected you back tonight.”

Aemond’s brow furrowed at the tone you spoke with, and it caught the prince off guard when you returned your gaze to the fire rather than continuing to speak with him. He poured his own chalice with wine and allowed himself to enjoy it. He stayed in place, unwavering from his position as he looked down on you.

The air went still… the taste of the wine began to sour in his mouth. He sensed something to be out of place, yet he could not pinpoint it. Usually, you would be elated to see him, but recently you were far more reserved from your husband. Aemond was not sure if he should be upset or concerned, but did not ponder on the thought too much as he allowed himself to attend to his duties rather than his wife.

With a sigh and a light cough to clear his throat, the prince finally spoke once more, “Come to bed…”

The pause settled again before your soft chuckle hung in the air. Quickly, you stood from your seated position and drowned the remainder of your chalice in one swig. You moved to the table and refilled your cup till the pitcher ran dry. Instead of crossing to your bed, you remained standing, only turned away from the man. This behavior caused Aemond to clench his jaw, subduing his urge to correct such disobedience.

“Will you not come to bed with me?” Aemond summoned you again.

Once more you chuckled at him, not sparing him any sort of look from you. Just the cruel chuckle of your acknowledgment.

“Your husband demands—”

“My husband demands me of nothing,” You interrupted him, “And he would do well to find another bed to sleep in or find himself in tonight.”

At your words, Aemond crossed toward you, attempting to snatch the half-drunk chalice of wine from your hands, “It seems you have overindulged yourself. It would do you well to sleep before—”

“Before what? Before I continue to act out of turn?” With a fierce determination, your fingers clutched down onto the chalice so that Aemond could not separate it from you. Your words dripped with poison, “Or before you return to Harrenhal and bed the whore witch?”

At the mention of Alys, both you and Aemond let go of the goblet at the same time and simply watched it fall to the ground, red liquid covering the tile floors.

“It would do you well not to speak of things you do not know or understand.”

“I understand it quite plainly that my husband is now an adulterer, just like his eldest brother and his damned uncle. It seems that disloyalty to marriage is quite a common trait among Targaryen men.”

Quickly, Aemond’s hand came to your throat, gripping the flesh to show how serious he was being, yet not hard enough to asphyxiate you, “Did you not understand my words before, my stupid little wife? It would do you well not to speak of things you do not know…”

“Oh? But I do know…” Your hands grabbed at his forearms, nails sinking into the flesh so that he would release you, “And it would do you well to learn just how smart your wife is…”

“I have known… I have known about Alys since your first rampage through the Riverlands. For moons, I remained confined to the Red Keep from your orders, and when they came to deliver news of you and your victories, I cheered. I still cheered when the maids told me the rumors between you and Alys, because I was grateful to the Seven that you were alive. Because I was still foolish enough to love you far more than you deserve.”

Tears threatened to spill over, but you swallowed them back. You would not allow Aemond the pleasure of your tears, only the fire of your anger.

“She promised me security for my life and the lives of my men,” Aemond attempted to justify himself, “I could not risk it—”

“You could have offered her gold, offered her a title, or anything else besides your body! Instead, you break your vows. And you did not stop there, because you continue to fly back to Harrenhal whenever you desire the witch’s cunt to the point where your son and daughter could not even recognize you if they ever saw you!” You huffed out, scanning his face for any sign of emotion, anything at all.

“You have allowed your lust to overcome you, disappointing your wife, your mother, and the Seven. Worst of all, you shall now have your own bastard. At least this bastard will not be raised of the Street of Silk as your brother’s bastards have.”

“How did you know?” Aemond’s voice cracked while he asked the question, “How do you know she is pregnant?”

A smirk played on your lips at the question, “It seems that the Master of Whispers is a very devoted friend of the Queen, and with the Queen being your mother, she deemed it important enough to share the news with me, your faithful wife.”

His face went pale at the realization of how many people were aware of his infidelity. While Aemond remained silent, you twisted the knife deeper into his chest. You had been tortured with this knowledge for so long that you now enjoyed the pained expression on his face.

“I have always been good to you, devoted to you. Where others cowered from you, I loved you. Despite the warnings of your blood lust and deformity, I loved you and gave you two perfect children who study just as diligently as you once did. So while you found yourself in the arms of another woman, I tried not to curse your name and assure our children that all was well, even if their father would not be present for them. But now, I look at you like a curse upon my life. You have allowed yourself to be corrupted outside our marriage, and I can no longer offer you salvation for your selfishness…”

“What would you have me do?”

You laughed mockingly at his question. Instead of providing a proper answer, you only glared further into his good eye.

“Please,” Aemond gritted his teeth, hating that he allowed himself to beg an answer from you, “Just tell me what I should do!”

“I can not simply tell you what to do. That would be to easy - what lesson would you have learned?” You shook your head and a shuddering breath escaped you.

“You have to make a choice, Aemond,” Your hand gripped his wrist, forcing him to remain attentive to your words, “Either you atone for the sin your committed and the hurt you’ve caused or you reside in Harrenhal for the rest of your days…”

“This is a choice only you can make — a wife or a witch?”

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a/n: I am considering making a follow-up to this one-shot, a blurb about the outcome of the options that Aemond has... maybe...

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