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pinkykats-place · 10 months

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Alliance

Ned Stark x second wife! Reader

Four Part Series

Surviving || Series Masterlist

{Ned Stark x Reader}

Summary: It was a classic romance. You were barren, his wife had passed, and you’d met through your father. It was a wonder the minstrels weren’t already singing songs about you.

The Secret Wife

Ned Stark x Fem!Reader Imagine

A Quiet Morning

Tywin Lannister x Female Reader

Summary: You enjoy a quiet morning with your Lord Husband

Under his mane

Tywin Lannister x Baratheon!Fem!Reader

Series Masterlist

Imagine Tywin Lannister visiting your chambers to fulfill his son’s duty at his place (smut)

Baby Lion

Tywin Lannister x pregnant!wife!Reader

Tywin Lannister being possessive and having jealous sex would include:

Longing

Pairing: Tywin Lannister x reader

Request: good fluffy smut with Tywin Lannister… maybe him realizing that his feelings for the reader is more than just a political marriage

Warnings: political marriage/arranged marriage, older man x younger woman, soft smut, unprotected sex

Repeat of History

Tywin Lannister x wife!Reader

Summary: when you go into labour, Tywin worries for your safety, remembering the death of his first wife

Trouble

Tywin x Wife!Reader

Summary: Tywin takes a second wife for a purely political alliance, and ends up with far more than he expected.

Series: Tywin x Reader

Summary: Imagine finding out you are marry Tywin Lannister after the deaths of your brother and Mother, Robb and Catelyn Stark.

The Lady Lion

Tywin x Wife!Reader

Fluffy Fic

In Time, the Lion Loves

Tywin Lannister x fem!Reader

Blessed with youth

Tywin Lannister x Tyrell!Reader

https://www.tumblr.com/gotpineapple/186244280214/blessed-with-youth-tywin-lannister-x-tyrellreader?source=share

Betrothed to the Wrong Brother

Stannis Baratheon x Reader

Based on this request: reader is supposed to be set up with Robert, but while at Storms End falls for Stannis instead?

Confession

Stannis Baratheon x fem!Reader

Summary: Stannis finally confesses his love for his wife

Belonging

Stannis Baratheon x Wife!Reader

Summary: Takes place around the time Robert was crowned, when Stannis and the Reader are married for less than a year. Robert’s drunkenness results in some jealousy and misunderstandings (and making up).

Steady

Stannis x Wife!Reader

Setting: just a year or two after Robert was crowned

An Injustice

Stannis Baratheon x reader

Summary: A lil one shot from a visiting Davos’s pov after Robert’s Rebellion. There’s more but I like the characterisation in this the best.

Stannis x Arryn!Reader

Jealous kiss for our one true king, stannis

Stannis Baratheon x fem!Reader

headcanons on the relationship between Shireen Baratheon and stepmother!reader & on how the Baratheon household would change if the Reader was to marry Stannis

Headcanons for Stannis x Reader’s children

Playground (modern au)

Stannis Baratheon x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is sister to Sandor, and meets Stannis at a playground. The reader has a toddler daughter, but the father has passed away. Shireen and the daughter start playing together, so Stannis and the reader start talking too. Soon they plan a play date and the things escalate.

Imagine threatening to leave Roose and him letting it slip that he loves you (smut)

Roose being touch starved would include

A Northern Arrangement || Series

Roose Bolton x Reader

Imagine making a deal with Roose Bolton so he wont betray Robb and will actually warn Robb and everyone of the Frey’s impending betrayal.

Roose Bolton x Reader || Series

Roose being gentle with you:

Losing your virginity to Roose Bolton would include:

Imagine being in a pitch-black castle with Roose Bolton.

NSFW Alphabet with Roose Bolton

My Innocent Snowdrop

Oberyn Martell x Stark!Reader

Summary: The eldest Stark girl is forced to marry Oberyn Martell as a political alliance made by Cersei, but what she does not know is that the Prince of Dorne is a very loving man who easily falls in love with her and cherishes her deeply.

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a-libra-writes · 1 year

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so glad you're accepting some requests! i've loved your work for so long now. pls feel free to ignore if this doesn't strike your muse, i'll read basically anything you write.

i must ask for my fav ASOIAF boys: Stannis, Roose, Jorah, Jaime, and Sandor (you can pick and choose between this list, im definitely not expecting ALL of them 😭)

my prompt is awkward/untimely moments when they confess their love for the reader OR moments that make them soft for their lover (again, you can pick which interests you more....)

SORRY IF THIS IS A LOT, please feel free to pick and choose what you wanna do, if you wanna do any of them at all! thank you and have a nice night!

oh thank you!! Im glad you enjoy my silly blog so much. I thought the "moments that make them soft" was just super cute and made me think a lot, so I picked that one. Your chosen characters are at the front, and I added a few more for my own self indulgence

No warnings, Reader is implied to be married in most. Also, Roose is Roose.

Stannis - There are many things Stannis gets sentimental for, not that he could think of them on the spot. It's all things that happen in the moment.

When he's at a social function with you and someone's infuriating him, it grounds him when you gently touch his hand. You might say you aren't feeling well, and of course it's a husband's duty to take you away from the crowd and make sure you're alright... then he realizes you just feigned feeling faint for his sake.

Another time is when you defend him, especially against the criticisms of other lords. He can handle himself, and he always has, but there's something different about you coldly (and politely) telling them off. The harsher your words, the better.

Gentle touches on his jaw when he grinds his teeth, a touch on the shoulder when he's totally absorbed in something and isn't hearing your call, and wanting to take his arm when you both have to appear before the public. While he's averse to most touching, the fact you're considerate of that instead of criticizing means a lot.

Also, appreciating his attempts to please you, and saying so! Appreciation is not something Stannis gets a lot of, even when his best is put forth. Bringing up something sweet he did a while back will actually get a blush and grumble out of him.

And while it may not seem like a lot, generally just supporting him in court politics means more than he can say. You aren't just performing an expected wifely loyalty, you genuinely want the best for him and House Baratheon. Being on the same page and working in tandem brings such emotions - relief, gratitude, affection - it can be difficult for Stannis to express with words or actions, but he's absolutely soft for it.

Roose - This can be tricky for his partner to discern unless they're paying close attention or it's been a long time in the relationship. Roose does not wear his emotions, positive or negative, openly. The most obvious emotion one might see is pleased contempt for someone he's just intimidated or screwed over.

Any softness would first come from his wife willingly touching him, usually when she's doing something simple. Adjusting his cloak when it's a little askew, taking his arm when visiting other lords, touching his hand during a meal when you're trying to make a point. He's told himself he doesn't care what your feelings are, he just needs a wife to secure an alliance and an heir, but ... well, it is easier if you're fond of him ...

He's such a suspicious and careful person that overt affection may be seen as an act, so it's little things where you forget yourself that he thinks of most. When you lean into him as you both speak, or gasp in spite of yourself when he grasps you. The satisfaction of making you "forget" yourself is stronger than if you're doting at the start.

Sometimes, if Roose catches you being affectionate with any children you both share, he'll watch for a few moments. Again, he tells himself it's simply that he "won" over you and that's the only reason he's so pleased.

Jorah - Tbh it's easier to list what doesn't make him soft for you

The biggest one is when you're fussing over him! Jorah is always the one who puts your needs before his own, so you insisting on caring for him and spoiling him a bit just gets him weak in the knees. It's hard to say what he likes best, but making his favorite meal followed by tons of affection is enough to wash away any fatigue.

Showing him off and being obviously proud of being his partner is another thing that gets him fluttery. He already gazes at you adoringly on a regular basis, but now he looks like you hang the moon when you take his arm and happily introduce him as your's.

And, he can't help but melt when you're sweet with kids. Wether you're helping a little one up after they fall or teaching how to do something, he just has to watch from a distance. Yes, he'd want children if you wished for them, but it's moreso he appreciates the compassion you show those smaller and weaker than you. It's sweet how children seem to rely on and cling to you, knowing you're someone safe - and obvs, if these were children you had or adopted together, it made him even more sentimental and emotional.

Jaime -First, it's tough to know when Jaime is having feelings because most of the time, he's hiding it. If he's caught gazing fondly at you, he'll brush it off with sarcasm.

The easiest way for him to catch feels is just you being honest with your intentions and feelings. When you tell him how much you adore him, or you appreciate something he did - especially after you both were intimate and you're cuddled up, and you just state how you feel with no manipulations or strings attached, it does something to him. He doesn't respond at first, just quietly contemplating your words long after you've fallen asleep.

Another time is when you see through his arrogance and bravado. When Jaime's trying to assure you he's fine and he's dealt with it, and he isn't bothered by what happened at all actually, and you just quietly listen. That bravado wavers just so, and it just takes a few well-placed questions before he finally just caves and tells you what's actually going on (how do you and Tyrion do that so well?). The fact you listen and don't judge or admonish him is something that occurs to him much later. He can go to you with a problem, and that's a rare vulnerability for the disgraced knight.

Sandor - He is far more affected by you than he wants to admit to himself, especially at the beginning, but after being years of being together, anyone with eyes could see it.

First of all, you're so damn gentle. You always talked to him with a kindness and politeness he wasn't used to, and while he initially brushed it off, the annoying thing is you were genuine. You'll even touch carefully or be considerate of things that may upset him, like he needs to be protected, the huge "knight" that everyone is terrified of. It completely affects Sandor and for a long time he didn't know what to do with himself. Now he just quietly accepts it, allowing himself to be vulnerable and cared for instead of immediately crushing those feelings.

On the same lines, it used to trouble Sandor how you'd hold him so tight. It didn't matter if it was after sex or just an embrace out of nowhere (the latter is a bit more startling), and it almost sent him into a fight-or-flight response the first few times you did it. He's far more comfortable with it than before, but now embraces tend to send him into something of a "reset". Any anger or darkness that was clouding him will fade just slightly, and he'll lean into you and let his guard down.

Brandon - Though he carries plenty of bravado and confidence, it's pretty easy for others to tell when he's being soft on you, especially his family members. The easiest way to get him feeling fluttery is to rely on him. Yes, even if you're clearly teasing or messing with him, you like to have him carry you over water or lift you up on your horse or "protect" you while you both go on a walk in the late hours. It's like he's a boy with a crush again, and he likes to show off his strength.

There's also the simple things that get him every time, like when you take his hand and entwine your fingers out of nowhere. You won't say anything, you'll just do it, and when you kiss his hand and knuckles it gets the big man oddly flustered.

Asha - While she's certainly felt all sorts of soft around you, it's not immediately obvious. As much as she loves you, she doesn't go on about grand gestures or proclamations. It's just not her style. So when you do something just so damn cute and charming - like rambling on about something you love or ranting about someone who pissed you off - she just smiles.

An outsider might think she's just amused, but those in the know have never seen such an expression of adoration on her. When you finish your tirade, she just teases you with a kiss and a pull of the cheek. You ought to stop being so damn cute. Another thing she likes is when you're frank with her. When you honestly tell her how much you love her, or how happy you are - even if she didn't have doubts, it's nice to hear it.

Victarion - First, he doesn't think he's capable of such "weak" feelings and vulnerability. If anyone brought it up, they'd be punched. If his family brings it up, he grumbles and scowls. If you do, he just frowns and turns away. It's not expected of an Ironborn, so obviously he doesn't have any softness toward you. None.

Not even when you've managed to get him in your arms and have him rest on your chest - not an easy feat, this is always after sex and usually when he's drunk - and he can feel your skin and heartbeat. You touch his rough, tangled hair, and his scarred face, and his even more scarred back, and the huge man is like putty. He's heavy, sure, but it feels warm and safe. Later when he's awake and sober and going about whatever he does during the day, he'll think back on that embrace, and odd feelings he can't describe just pick at him.

A smaller thing is when you approve of something he does, regardless if it's an action or words. Even just glancing at him and nodding - even if subtle, he notices. It's like a thrill going through him and Victarion wonders why for a solid minute. Maybe he should do that thing more, or say those words again? Why does he care about your reaction anyway, and why does he want it again? It's even worse when you leave without explaining what exactly it was that pleased you. Asha says he'll figure it out eventually.

#I KNOW i didnt include Ned but listen I got other Ned requests LOL and we know what this man likes #might do more later if it comes to me #stannis baratheon x reader #roose bolton x reader #jorah mormont x reader #jaime lannister x reader #sandor clegane x reader #brandon stark x reader #asha greyjoy x reader #victarion greyjoy x reader #libra headcanons #got x reader #game of thrones x reader

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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Imagine Yandere platonic Lannisters disappointment to know that Queen Rhaella escaped Westeros with Viserys 3 and unborn Daenerys. Oh, Lannisters would be furious.

Plot twist: Queen Rhaella Targaryen survived when Daenerys was born. Before she left Westeros, she left a letter which was written in Valyrian language. And who could know Valyrian language? That’s right Modern Reader. So when he and Jaime came back, he gives her a letter and asked her what does it say? Once Modern Reader reads the letter, everyone could see Reader’s shaking, and replied “I’ll see you again, Sweet girl. When I’ll find you, I’ll get you.” Modern Reader starts to shake even more with the thought of what Yandere Rhaella would do to her, when she comes back. And that’s how Stannis found out about Reader’s abuse by the Queen.

That’s scary. Also how would Yandere platonic Lannisters would comfort Modern Reader? Because thanks to the Queen, Reader is traumatised and have nightmares about it. Of course Reader would feel better that is, until someone would remind her of Rhaella or would call her “Sweet girl.” Tywin would be hurt, because he and Joanna used to call her by that nickname.

So yea, I would like to know details of Lannisters and probably Baratheons comforting Modern Reader.

The Lannisters will do anything to help the reader get well. Robert will instruct the reader that no one should ever call him that again.

Robert: You don't have to be afraid. Those stupid Targaryens won't hurt you. The Baratheons will destroy them.

Reader :🥺 Thank you.

Robert: Besides, my brother Stannis would be very happy to protect you.

Robert : 😂

Stannis :😡

Reader : 🤭

#yandere tywin lannister #yandere jaime lannister x reader #yandere tyrion lannister x reader #yandere cersei lannister x reader #robert baratheon #stannis baratheon x reader #yandere game of thrones

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cdragons · 2 months

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When the East Winds Blow

Stannis Baratheon x YiTish Second Wife!OC (who also doubles as a childhood friend)

Aka: A WOC fixes all of Westeros' bullshit with a magic flute and is about to whoop a bunch of old white men's asses with a slipper because they need it ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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Summary: 美灵 (Měilíng) was a young girl from the port city of Shenlong in Yi Ti when she learns that she is the only living child of 徐浩然 (Xú Hàorán), a cruel and powerful merchant in Wan, and takes her to Westeros to expand his company. Scared in a new land, her only companions are her trusty flute and memories of her mother's stories. But she will have a friend who will change her life forever, and she will do the same for him.

Warning(s): MDNI 18+; Domestic Abuse; Child Abuse; Cersei is the worst; Tywin is the worst; Robert is a pig; Měilíng's dad is like 40 years+ her mom's age, and the worst; the story is going to be written like those Ted Ed mythic videos; Robb and the Northern boys and the other OC don't show up for a lil' bit, but it's coming

Author's Note: Please read this post for reference. Exams and ADHD are kicking my ass, and I need a distraction. Please do not repost without my permission. I did not come up with the names for the Yi Ti regions; that credit belongs to the brilliant @anya-snow. If you are interested in the names' translations, it is at the bottom.

From the Beginning:

“As she entered the world and cried out in victory for her survival – the fearsome, dark clouds parted, and the sun’s feeble rays shone only to pool the delivery room as the gentle breeze brought by the sea welcomed Xīwángmǔ’s new child, and the small wind chimes and bells danced in its embrace.”

In the Shenlong province, a young girl gave birth to a young girl. However, the baby was exceptional. As she grew, she showed to have a very cunning mind. She has met thousands of foreigners daily since being born in a port town. Her proficiency in learning foreign tongues alone caught the attention of one of the oldest and wealthiest merchants in Wan. Měilíng did not have much, but she had her mother and her simple life by the docks, and that was enough for her.

Xu Hàorán, an aging but powerful merchant in Wan, was the most important port city in Yi Ti. The merchant was very old, and his wife had long died without giving him any children. At the news of the child’s birth, he ordered the child and her mother to be brought to his home.

After seeing the child’s face, it was clear that this was his daughter. Recalling the time he spent with a girl from a poor fishing family years ago, he realized that Měilíng was the product of that night. Overridden with joy at the idea of him finally having an heir, he immediately ordered Mei to begin her education as he locked her mother in a small, dark room.

Měilíng despised her father. Soon, it became years since she saw her mother, and she missed the lullabies she would sing to her. She would long to listen to the stories of the great water dragons that controlled the storms and the seas.

But still, she decided to continue her education. She showed much promise at a young age for business and trade. She had a keen eye for craftsmanship and a talent for linguistics. Her proficiency in learning foreign tongues made her a vital tool in expanding her father’s company across the Golden Empire to Essos and eventually to the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros.

In return for how rich his daughter made him, Měilíng’s father granted Měilíng one visit to her mother. When the pair reunited, Měilíng’s mother gifted her beloved child a flute from the bones of a basilisk killed by the great Dragon King, who ruled the sky and its storms from his kingdom in the sea.

Because of how quickly she learned Westerosi’s Common Tongue, her father decided it was best to bring her with him on the voyage to Planky Town in Dorne, where he hoped to expand his trading route to the pockets of the high nobility.

On the seas, a cyclone headed directly to the ship Měilíng and her father were on, but only Měilíng was calm.

Taking out her bone flute, she played a simple but beautiful tune to the sky, and the cyclone disappeared, and the winds brought their ships to Dorne in half the expected time. Although this story was kept secret by the crew under strict oath of Hàorán’s orders, she was soon called “风子” or “Child of the Wind.”

“Bewitched were the Martell’s – for they have never seen such finery in all their years. ‘What luster! What radiance!’ they exclaimed. After rigorous negotiations that resulted in a broken vase and spilled wine by thrown glasses, a trade was brokered, and the Xu’s have planted their first flag in the West.”

After reaching Dorne, the Martells refused to meet with the foreign merchant. They believed that any goods his ships carried had long become spoiled and rotten from the sea voyage. But they were shocked to find the fruits fresh and ripe, the herbs and spices’ scents had not dulled, and the porcelain vases retained their glossiness and shine. But what caught their eye the most was how superior their silks were compared to their own. Their roughest bolt alone was far smoother than the Princesses’ finest dresses.

The silks and fruits caught the eyes of a young Princess, Elia Martell, and her younger brother, Prince Oberyn. Fascinated by the riches, their curiosity was peaked by the olive-skin-toned girl, who wore strange braids and smelled of the ocean and wind.

Elia asked Mei if Yi Ti was anything like Dorne. Měilíng replied that only one region in her country matched Dorne, and it was Ren. She wove tales of how the Renii managed to thrive in the deserts and become masters of magi and developing technology and medicine. Although Mei had never personally visited Ren, she told the Donrish princess and her brother all the stories of the province she could recall from her lessons and her mother.

Měilíng asked Elia if there was any magic or dragons in Dorne. Elia laughed in delight. She told the foreign girl that Dorne did not have dragons, but they had vipers with poison so potent that it would instantly kill a ten-foot man. The Seven Kingdoms' only dragons were underneath the Red Keep in King’s Landing. But they were all dead. But there was no magic. This disappointed Měilíng.

Elia asked if Měilíng knew anyone, and Měilíng replied that Elia was the first person in Westeros she had ever spoken to. Amazed by the girl’s fluency, Elia exclaimed that she and Měilíng would be best friends for the rest of their lives. Měilíng thought the young princess strange but agreed nonetheless.

Seeing her children make friends with the merchant’s daughter, Princess Lorenza was pleased to see the strange girl smile. But Hàorán was furious. Greed from his newly gained wealth made him paranoid, and he thought Měilíng was ridiculing him in the Common Tongue. He faked a smile before hurrying his sale to the mother so that he may properly punish his willful brat.

After purchasing their goods, the sewists in Sunspear immediately went to work producing the finest garments for the upcoming ball hosted in the Red Keep at King’s Landing.

Meanwhile, Hàorán grabbed Měilíng’s arm and dragged her to the ship. He locked her in her room and told her she would not have any food tonight. They would leave for Yi Ti after the Martells returned from King’s Landing.

“Silence swept across the hall when the heralds announced the arrival of House Martell. When Dorne’s ruler and her children arrived, a collective gasp was heard amidst the hushed keep – never had anyone seen such pure, unadulterated beauty before their eyes. Every young girl, hoping to catch the eye of Prince Rhaegar and hold his gaze, felt fury flush their bodies. But no other girl was more envious than the little Lioness of Casterly Rock. Cersei Lannister, daughter of the Hand to the King, had come in complete confidence that she would be the most beautiful girl in the Seven Kingdoms. But after gazing upon the young Elia Martell’s dress with silk-embroidered suns and stars, golden rings, and topaz diadems – she felt utterly and completely humiliated. She turned to her father to demand they go home, but his stern gaze made the spoilt and rotten girl stay silent in flushed shame.

Tywin Lannister was not faring any better. He had paid more than enough gold dragons to order the finest Dornish silks for his daughter’s dress – only to see it as a tacky, cheap counterfeit. But even he had to admit that Princess Elia Martell was the only girl whose beauty was worthy of watching the crown prince’s. Seeing how her father’s eyes were no longer on her, Cersei decided that she would do whatever it took for Elia Martell to die a miserable and painful death.”

Nobles crowded the Martells’ daughters and sons. They were driven mad with envy at their beauty– so rare to find silk so smooth and lustrous while remaining thick enough to keep away the chills in the evening sky as autumn chased summer away and winter was creeping on the Mad King’s doorstep.

One noble lady with embroidered turtles on her dress approached the Martell Princess. She was Lady Cassana Baratheon, nee Estermont. She begged her friend to tell her who gifted the princess with such luxury, and her friend revealed that her husband had brokered a deal with an old, wrinkled merchant from Yi Ti, along with his young daughter, who carried an old flute with her everywhere she went. She shared stories about how her little sun, Elia, was quickly won over by the foreign girl’s charms, and now they acted as close as sisters born from the same womb.

Cassana wished to know if they could invite the merchant to her home. She thought it would be cruel for such a sweet girl to be trapped on a boat with no companions.

“‘Oh, how wonderful it would be to have a girl around,’ thought Lady Cassana. ‘Robert has gotten too used to being so rowdy after being fostered in the Vale, and hopefully, the little merchant girl will straighten him out.’

Robert stood beside the table, its surface heavy with meats and sweet cakes. He was only ten years of age and had already managed to grasp the attention of every young man his age in the room. Her mind wandered off, thinking about her youngest son, Stannis, who locked himself away in the guest chambers after the Martells arrived—always studying, her youngest boy. Lady Baratheon adored her two boys, but she longed for the longest time to be blessed with a daughter. She thought if the Gods had blessed her and Steffon with a girl, she would help bring Stannis out of his walls and help reel Robert in. If what the Princess of Dorne had spoken true of this trader and his daughter, then Cassana had no doubt that she would make a truly excellent companion for her boys.

Back in Dorne, Měilíng scratched her ears. Had someone been talking about her? Was it the Dornish Ruler she met a few weeks ago? Perhaps Elia? Měilíng shook her head. Thinking someone would speak of her so much was a silly thought. She was only the daughter of a merchant who played the flute. Still, her ears burned as hot tears streamed down her cheeks. To forget her hunger, Měilíng brought her prized flute to her lips to ease her worries and blew to create a sweet but sad melody.

Back in the Red Keep, a young Stannis Baratheon had crept away from the banquet in the Great Hall. He despised crowded rooms, and Robert’s boisterous guffaws only added to his irritation. Once he entered his room, he opened the window and took out the book Maester Cressen lent him while packing for this trip. He had not begun reading it. But a stream of calm and soft notes entered his ear before he could read the title.

“A flute?” he thought to himself. He tried to remember the instruments played downstairs.

There were lyres, harps, and lutes. But there were no flutes. Stannis lifted his head and heard the sweet, silvery tune from the window. Book still in his hand, he decided it best to read his new book beside the window, where he could continue listening to the lovely melody. He glanced down at the book, finally reading the title.

The Golden Empire of Yi Ti”

Tagging: @asa-do-your-thing, @arcielee, @a-libra-writes, @aphroditesmoon, @valeskafics, @anya-snow, @dreaming-for-an-escape and anyone who wanted more of the worldbuilding of GOT are welcome!

Translations: Mandarin was used for YiTish bc author is Chinese

美灵 (Měilíng) - "美" means "beauty" and "灵" means "spirit or soul"; it can be translated as "beautiful spirit"

浩然 (Hàorán) - "浩" means "grand or vast" and "然" is a conjunction and the author will look further into it; it can be translated as "vastness or expansive"

徐 (Xú) - a common Chinese surname that became popular in the Zhou Dynasty and has multiple translations, but the author chose the translation of "slowly."

瑶池金母 (Xīwángmǔ) - "Queen Mother of the West"; the wife of the Jade Emperor and mother goddess in Chinese mythology

风子 (Fēng zi) - "风" is "wind" and "子" is for "child"; it can be translated as "child of the wind"

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writingsofwesteros · 1 year

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Hi! Can you do an innocent reader with Tywin and Stannis? Like super innocent and they overwhelm her with pleasure? NSFW please! Then cuddles. Can you also do protectiveness when Robert gets loud and drunkenly talks about a bedding ceremony and makes suggestive comments about the reader? I’d love to see Stannis and Tywin be a badass team of putting him in his place and protective over their lady! Maybe an AU with a soulmate bond between the three of them?

AN: Hi, I hope you like it. Struggled a bit, but it's all a learning curve xx

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Soulmates were a myth at best; a handful each generation which only seemed to grow shorter by the years. Soulmates between three people were even more rare; only three had ever existed and they usually belonged to the house of the dragon. It seemed change was in the air now.

A lion and a stag were now bonded with a sweet delicate rose. It seemed the Gods could be cruel but in surprising moments; they could be kind. Not that anyone hearing the marriage would think so. They were cold, cruel men that you were now intertwined with. Not that they were like this with you.

“Are you well?” Stannis whispered into your ear as he came from behind you. His hands moved down your side almost instantly. The need to be close to you and touching you was so intense. It seemed Tywin as ever was better at controlling such needs and wants; but Stannis enjoyed it a little too much.

He might be a cold man to many but you seemingly melted all that you came into contact with. “Of course.” You whispered back; turning gently into his hold. You still blushed so brightly at any attention from the both; it was adorable. He gently moves the back of his hand over your soft cheek.

You could only lean into his touch; butterflies moving in your stomach as you pressed a soft kiss to his palm. Stannis nearly shivered. Those dark eyes of his softened only for you as he brought you against his chest. “Brother, save it for the bedding ceremony.” Robert’s loud voice was close by now and his hand slapped onto Stannis’ back.

“I know she must be hard to resist..those lips will look so good around..” His words were left unfinished when Tywin seemingly came from nowhere. Your eyes brightened at the mere sight of him. His hand reached for your own as you moved into his side. You completely forgot about Robert and his words that did not make sense. But he was drunk, you thought.

“I am sure you have wine to drink, Robert.” Tywin hummed; his voice darker than you’d ever heard. It had you shivering. The boar of a man only hummed; his eyes finding you as you settled more into the lion’s side. “Shall we retire for the night?” Stannis asked and you felt Tywin nodding his head.

“Stannis..” You cried out. The sounds of pleasure had been echoing around the chambers for what seemed like hours now. His hot mouth had completely engulfed your soaked, weeping pussy. Your body shook at the new sensations coming over you as Tywin darkly chuckled into your ear.

Gods, it has been delicious to ruin you. Even as your innocence still stayed and the night was still young. The lion had your hands behind your back; gently stroking your arms as you bucked towards Stannis. His tongue eagerly lapping up the wetness falling from you. He was damn near addicted to you now.

“Do you like that, sweet girl?” Tywin whispered sweet nothings into your ear. He watched in delight as you blushed so prettily. Your legs were shaking with the intense pleasure as your stomach easily tightened once more. “Hmm, I want an answer.” He snaked his hand around your stomach.

“Yes, Yes I love it..” You babbled out; your hands reaching into Stannis’ hair as your hips tried to rock. Stannis chuckled against you; his hands moving to your arse and beginning to palm you. He brought you impossibly closer against his greedy mouth. His tongue moves through your soaked folds before slipping inside you.

“Oh gods..” You whimpered at the new sensation rushing through your body. Your wetness soaks him already. He began to harshly suck on your clit as Tywin continued to whisper dirtily in your ear. Your eyes were rolling back as your mind began to soften; the bond between you all only deepened.

It wasn’t long before your climax was rushing over you once more. The sensation is addictive for you now. It was as if you were turning into a little whore, Tywin thought to himself with a dark smirk. His hand moved to wrap around your neck as your head fell back against his chest. His lips soon devoured your own.

You whined and babbled against his lips. The sweet distraction was enough for Stannis’ thick cock to push inside your weeping pussy. Tywin watched as your eyes widened and you began to wiggle; trying to escape but he had already bottomed. “No..too big, too full.” You babbled out with whimpers of pleasure.

“Oh, lovely…if you think this is full..” Tywin purred as Stannis’ dark chuckle sounded out in the room as he rocked. He gently took your hand and brought it onto his own cock. “You’ll take me too, won’t you?” He chuckled as your eyes widened some more and you gently shook your head.

“I can’t…” You whined as you looked up at Stannis who only hummed. His hips are slowly rocking with speed now. You couldn’t stop squirting as your wetness completely coated his cock now. You fell back onto Tywin once more whilst the lion began to fist his own cock; his fat head leaking.

Stannis continued to thrust hard and fast inside you; pressing against your spongy spot again and again. You were losing it..your mind softening with the onslaught of pleasure coming your way. It was only made worse when Tywin’s cock bumped against your clit. Your walls clamp on Stannis.

“She likes that.” Stannis purred as the two men chuckled. Another orgasm ripping through you easily as Tywin slowly pushed inside your weeping pussy too. His cock touched Stannis’ and they watched as you blacked out. “Fuck..so close.” The old lion grumbled as he felt Stannis’ cock twitch and knew he had released deep inside their wife.

“Another time.” The stag teased him and slowly moved from you. Tywin’s cock brushed against your clit once more and watched you jolt.

Soft touches and whispers brought you back as you hummed. Soft pillows and sheets were wrapped around you and you could hear the fire burning in the background. “Tywin…Stannis..” You whispered out; eyes beginning to flutter open. “Shh, sweet girl. We are here.” Your lion whispered into your ear.

Stannis came from behind you; his legs tangled with your own before burrowing into your neck. Your mouth watering scent moving over them both. “What happened?” You whispered out whilst Tywin only chuckled. “You had too much pleasure. More than your little body could handle..for now.”

#stannis baratheon x reader #tywin lannister x reader #tywin lannister x y/n #request #soulmate au

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angelofthenight · 11 months

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Me digging through Tumblr for fics about Y/N making Stannis smile for the first time

#pls I am starving for that fluffy scenario #stannis baratheon #stannis the mannis #Stannis Baratheon x reader #reader insert #game of thrones #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #got #the king who cared

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danytherelentless · 7 months

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INFO

ASOIAF/GOT masterlist

Characters I write for :

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ASOIAF etc .

Jon Snow

Robb Stark

Sansa Stark

Eddard Stark

Benjen Stark

Daenerys Targaryen

Jaime Lannister

Stannis Bararheon

Melisandre

HOTD era .

Cregan Stark

Jacaerys Velaryon

Alicent Hightower

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I write fem and neutral reader

I will also write smut

my characterisations can vary from character to character, work to work, it really depends on what I have in mind whilst I’m writing, be it show version or book version

requests are open for all of the above, yet I make literally no promises of fulfilment :)

also, do feel free to ask if I would write for other characters because I just might have forgotten to add them

#asoiaf x reader #asoiaf smut #got x reader #got x you #got smut #jon snow x reader #robb stark x reader #cregan stark x reader #ned stark x reader #sansa stark x reader #benjen stark x reader #daenerys targaryen x reader #jaime lannister x reader #Stannis Baratheon x reader #Melisandre x reader #jacaerys x reader #jacaerys valaryon x reader

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howyouloveyourdragon · 1 year

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Hello. I see the requests are open, can you write to yandere for big Stannis Baratheon?

oooOoo okay :) i've gotta be honest i don't think there are many writings for him which i think is interesting so it was fun to write this but maybe i just haven't seen them, either way i hope you like this!

Stannis Baratheon is a man who commands respect and by nature appears very powerful

he is harsh but seems to put duty above desire not that he has many

lets say that he has married before you meet, he is not particularly fond of his wife and is uncomfortable around women in general so no one is especially surprised if they know him personally

if you are a woman then it will be considerably harder to catch his affections but not impossible, he might prefer watching you from afar at first when you begin to interest him but rest assured that alone could lead him to you

in the books he is perceived as the most frightening of the Baratheon brothers so he will definitely scare away any suitors wishing to court you, his brother Robert is almost able to charm anyone and so Stannis will use this to his advantage

while he hates having to ask his brother for help he will if it means getting information on you, who you are, where you're from, who else has become bewitched with your company?

he will not allow anyone except his brother know of his affection for you and even then he will imply vagueness

he doesn't want anyone knowing of his weakness for you–his only weakness

so he will stalk you from afar and reject any conversation while in even the corner of your eye, he refuses to allow any misunderstandings. he will grow delusional with his rampant thoughts of you as his lover, wife and Lady of Dragonstone

approaching his brother will be uncomfortable for him but he cannot allow a single hint of disagreement when he requests for your hand, he needs as much sway as he can garner from your guardian/s. who could ask for a better husband than the brother of the King?

but he will ask for your hand himself in a letter outlining the benefits to your union

If you expect a kind display of courting then you are sorely mistaken, he finds himself blushing whenever he so much as looks at you and he cannot allow you to dislike him

he will take a stroll with you once a week but mostly only hum in response rather than speak of his own accord

so you've barely heard your husband's voice before you get married but don't worry, if you're planning to panic and escape he already has strict orders for guards in front of your chamber doors

it doesn't matter if you're crying or beaming down the aisle, he'll still feel as though the Gods are finally giving him light

he makes it very clear that there will be no bedding ceremony and while he will share your first night in shared chambers, he will ask whether you would prefer separated

if you're happy enough to share then he will have so much relief and his love for you will only multiply with every night you spend together which he will spend actually trying to open up a bit more with his spouse

however if you would rather sleep in separate chambers it will cut deep, he won't hold it against him but it will lessen his comfortability to open up to you

regardless however, he will spoil you rotten even if his presence isn't always common with you, he will make up for it with anything your heart desires; flowers, new exotic foods, clothes, pets

he just wants to make you happy

he will spend meals with you and attempt to pretend to get to know you, feigning surprise at the knowledge he already knows

but sometimes he lets things slip by accident

how almost all the clothes he bought you are your favourite colour, every flower is reminiscent of your home, suddenly the same breed of animal you had in your childhood years appeared in your chambers; all things he really shouldn't know

but so long as you remain his perfect little spouse you don't need to worry about a thing

he will hope for one babe of you but he won't push the subject afterward or demand, he's not fond of people so neither is he particularly fond of children

you have most of the same liberties as when he first began his obsession but now have to accept his overbearing concerns of your company and pretend to ignore how many guards have started watching over you

however he is also serious, stubborn, rarely-forgiving so i'd suggest you make few mistakes around him because he will not tolerate infidelity or snubbing him, your chamber key can be just as easily taken away from you as it was given

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gotpineapple · 2 years

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Under his mane (Part 5) // Tywin Lannister x Baratheon!Reader

Flashback

King’s landing was in ruins. Every room in the Red Keep had been turned over in search for traitors. The war was over, officially over. But the ruins still remained, no matter the politics.

A young woman sat in a bathtub hugging her knees to her chest. Long welts covering her legs, bloodied skin around her wrists, sobs wracking her whole body.

The Gentle Doe of House Baratheon. The only daughter of Steffon and Cassana.

Long strides echoed into the room from the hall making the young woman jump and hold herself tighter. No knock was heard as the Great Lion of the rock steps in to look at the battered lady he had rescued.

“I heard you sent the maid away”, his voice was only a soft rumble. “You need a maester, my lady.” Tywin takes his seat leaning onto a broken chest.

Y/n couldn’t stand the idea of being in the middle of these people. Her dear brother, dear Robert who had taken her from Storm’s end, to keep her safe. What a lie had that been.

Lord Tywin had acted on rumors that were concerns of Eddard Stark, the new Lord of Winterfell. The rumors that the girl was given to the Bolton’s to secure their aid in the trident.

And that he had found. A broken woman in the hand’s of Roose Bolton. With Robert’s permission, he took the woman away, as the first favour to the becoming King. Into his camp he took her, and this was the first time she was able to rest somewhere else than his tent.

“I-I wish to be alone”, Y/n answers in a frail voice. She missed Stannis, she missed Renly. Her sweet little Renly who never knew any other parents than what she and Stannis were able to be as siblings.

“Stannis was able to keep Storm’s end. Both him and Renly are alive. Lord Stark confirmed it himself”, Tywin explains as softly as he can. He had other matters to get to and it was not the job of a lord to soothe the feathers of a scared woman, it was the duty of a septa.

Lord Stark. Ned would never marry her. She would never get the gentle husband she was promised. Ned would never look at her the same way.

The young woman bites onto her knee. When did the world come to this? Here she was stared at by the most feared Lord in Westeros, fully naked in a bath. She did not need any more signs of their power dynamic, she knew she was on the losing side.

The things she had heard had been done to Elia Martell by the Mountain that rides. Sweet sad Elia. May the Dornish Viper strike the monster of a man down.

Lord Tywin’s voice interrupts her thoughts: “The King wishes to see you”

“I will not see him without Stannis by my side, may his wrath kill me if he won’t be able to wait”

“very well, my lady, I will see to it”

Tywin steps out of the room with a deep sigh. ”Guard!”, he bellows the moment he is out of the door. ”See that she will not be disturbed, if I hear that my order has been ignored or failed, you will be starting a new life as a eunuch”

The guards straighten up and nod with a serious look. It was clear they were intentin to follow their Lord’s command, they were intimidated by their Lord but they knew they would fare well if they did as he said.

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In the next days, Lord’s from all over Westeros were racing to King’s Landing while Y/n remained in her chambers hiding from the world, surprised that her brother had not yet barged in and dragged her to court.

Only person she had seen was Tywin. He knew of what had happened to her, he had seen her in her lowest state. Something about that comforted her. At first it was frightening but for now she clung to the fact that he had been her only secure companion in the last few weeks.

On day 3 of waiting, she gets her news. A squire running to her room panting and red in the face. ”Lord Stannis has arrived”

Y/n barely heard the rest of what the squire told, in an instant she was on her feet, her pale yellow dress flowing in her haste. ”Where is he?”, the strength in her voice was unquestionable.

The Squire had heard of the state of the Lady Baratheon but he had never seen her before this moment. She was not what he had expected. He had expected a frail woman mad with grief, but here he saw eyes of fire and face of stone.

Rest upon us and Ours is the fury

Those were the words of the houses of her parents. What fitting words indeed.

”Lord Tywin ordered me to inform you immediately, h-he is to arrive in the throne room after they stable th-”

”You are dismissed”

Before the young man can get out of the door, the Doe was already five steps ahead of him.

***

Running down steps followed by steps, Y/n ran. She didn’t care which servant would gossip of her or which Lord her running would offend. She needed to see Stannis. Running hurt, but she needed to get to Stannis before he was in the throne room.

Arriving to the stables, she jumped over broken pieces of equipment and pushed through soldiers till a few of them gasped and dropped to their knee.

”Lady Baratheon! Seeing you alive brings me more joy than I can wish to express”, Lord Caron says as he looks at the young woman in wonder. Tears rise into the eyes of the elder man as he looks at his lady.

Y/n looks startled at the state of the men. All of them pale, shaky and malnourished. She also noticed that the amount of horses was very few, and from what she could see, those horses were definitely new to the men.

Stannis had held Storm’s end but at what cost?

”Lord Caron, please rise ”, she says tears in her own eyes as she aids the two men, who dropped before her, up. The state of them was as poor as the other’s. Stroking Lord Caron’s hand before dropping it, Y/n speaks: ”What happened there?”

”They tried to starve us but we prevailed. The Onion knight saved us”, the Young Lord Caron answers over his father, his voice high indicating his too young age for this war. Y/n raises her brows at the title ’Onion knight’ but doesn’t question the already tired men.

”Is Stannis here? Or Renly?”, she asks instead her panic rising, not trusting the news of their state.

The two Carons share a look. ”Lord Stannis is here, but alas the…..restricted living, Young Renly was left in the care of a Maester and a Septon”

Y/n bites the insides of her cheeks and tries to remain stoic at the news. ”That is probably for the best”; she whispers before her face darts towards a familiar voice. ”If you’ll excuse me”, she says hurriedly and starts walking towards the noise.

Darting through soldiers, her breathe is knocked out of her as she sees her tall brother back towards her, talking to a stable boy and a man she does not recognize. She can no longer hold her tears as she quickens her pace.

”Stannis”, her cry causes the tall young man turn around faster than lightning.

Many people had bet on did the second son of Steffon and Cassana have the capability to express his feelings for he was quiet and stoic for most of his life. But what the soldiers saw then was a scene they dare not disturb.

The Young Baratheon was short of breathe was he saw his sister, alive and moving. His eyes were red as he tried to get air. He was terribly thin, but behind his eyes shone the same fire.

”Y/n”, Stannis whispers barely audibly as he takes two steps forward and crushes Y/n against his chest. ”My sister, my only sister”, he keeps whispering as they hold each other. None of the men surrounding them say anything, for all they knew, what they saw was two children who had been forced to mature beyond their own years.

***

Present

”If I may say so myself, my lady, the dress fits you perfectly”, the tailor says smiling at Y/n through her mirror.

Looking at herself, in her golden dress ornated with lions and stags, her crown of antlers on her head, she held back tears. Every moment of her life coming to her, everything that could have been different. Feeling much older than her 35 summers, she shakes her head.

”It is beautiful work, Rosemary” Work wasted on a tainted old woman. ”I will double your payment, dear”, she tries to smile as she turns to hold her Rosemary’s hands. Looking into the young woman’s green eyes, she nods and takes a deep breathe.

”Tell the guard to fetch Lord Tyrion, on your way out”

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TEASER QUOTE FOR CHAPTER 6:

“Even the songs would have mocked it. They already do. Ever heard of ’The Bear and the Maiden fair’? That’s just how it was.” – to be revealed… -

Leave your guess,

who says it?

#tywin lannister x reader #Tywin Lannister #tywin x reader #Stannis Baratheon #stannis baratheon x reader #renly baratheon #game of thrones

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ode-to-fury · 2 years

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Winter Thorns and Iron Crowns pt. 15

Pairings: Stannis Baratheon x reader

Summary: It’s Robert’s Coronation and there’s comfort coming from someone who doesn’t know what the word means

Disclaimer: you know the drill also I edited this at 4:30am so excuse any spelling errors you find pls

Y/n closed her eyes and tried to still the trembling of her hands. She’d felt lightheaded since entering the large hall where Robert’s coronation feast was being held after the ceremony.

The coronation itself had been grueling enough, if Jaime had not stepped up discreetly next to her and offered her an arm she might have collapsed from exhaustion.

This, however, this was so much worse.

The ringing of plates and knives sounded so like the clash of swords it took her breath, and loud laughter reminded her of screaming, hysterics, dying.

The musicians did not help much, for every time the drumbeat sounded she heard war drums. The beautiful yellow gown she wore, myrish lace and fine silk in honour of house Baratheon was plastered to the skin of her back.

Her broken ribs still ached with each breath, and she’d barely been able to eat for the pain.

At the table on the raised dias, she clamped her teeth and clutched her knife.

I am safe, she repeated to herself, over and over. I am safe in King’s Landing.

Yet her trembling hands would not listen to her mind, and her heart beat a furious rhythm against her breastbone.

And whenever she looked up from her half-full plate, for a moment her heart broke, because the familiar hall, the same hall she had grown up in, was empty of everything she expected.

Was empty of a pair of laughing purple eyes that would meet hers no matter the distance between them.

She chanced a glance over at Robert. He sat at a table on the main floor, and had pulled one of the serving girls into his lap. His cheeks were ruddy and his laughter bellowed up to where she sat.

He will not notice.

She stood up slowly, fists still clenched against the noise.

At the stairs to the floor, she met Stannis.

On any other day, his presence would be welcome, a respite from the world, a comfort.

Today, however, all it did was make her heart flutter worse, and her stomach curled against the sight of him, starved and exhausted and hurt, and guilt bubbled up in her throat, sharp and raw and so painful she felt she would choke on it.

She squeezed her eyes shut against the burning in them.

I will not cry, she thought stubbornly. Not now, not ever.

When she opened then again, his deep blue eyes stared a question at her, and she fought against the pain in her chest at the sight of him.

“I’m going to retire,” she said, and was glad when her voice sounded steady. “The evening has been a bit much.”

He nodded, once, then held out an arm for her to take.

“I will escort you to your rooms,” he said. It was the first time they had spoken the entire day. A gratitude so immense she had to clench her jaw against it welled up in her chest.

“I cannot ask you to,” she said, more out of propriety than any real desire to have him stay. “Stay, eat, enjoy the evening.”

He glared at her.

“Have I imagined the last fourteen years of friendship or do you know me so little to think I would leave you alone when you are so obviously distressed?”

She blushed. Was it so obvious?

“Don’t pretend you are being civil,” she snapped, annoyed at him, annoyed at her weakness. “I know you want to leave as well. Besides, I was being polite, lord Stannis.”

He grunted, but still held an arm out to her. Despite her shame, she took it. He was warm, and solid. She ached.

“Forgive me,” she said, trying and failing to for a carefree tone, “I forget you struggle with the concept of politeness.”

He made no reply, but she spotted the familiar flicker of amusement in his eyes, and barely managed to resist the urge to cling to him even more tightly.

“Y/n! Stannis!” A booming voice halted them in their tracks. Robert roughly pushed the serving girl he had been fondling from him. Y/n felt the muscles in Stannis’ arm tense as Robert staggered over.

A memory surged up from the depths of her mind, a young Stannis with a black eye dragging her away from a yelling Robert, his knuckles bruised and bleeding after a rough shove from Robert that had brought tears to her eyes.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” The new king bellowed, laughing. “We’ve only just begun.”

Y/n lifted up her chin and let go of Stannis. Robert was taller than her by far, and his broad shoulders filled a room.

“The festivities have exhausted me, your grace,” she said, “I wish to retire. Forgive me.”

“I haven’t had a dance yet,” Robert slurred. “One dance, and I give you full permission to go to sleep.”

The thought of dancing with Robert, pulled close to him with his wine scented breath wafting over her cheeks and his rough hands making her ribs ache made her stomach turn.

“Leave it, Robert,” Stannis said from beside her. His eyes were dark now, no trace of humour. Only that cold fury that had not truly left them since the siege.

“Don’t order me around, Stannis,” Robert said, eyes sparking. “I’m king now. I can do what I want, and if you gainsay me again I’ll have your tongue.”

Stannis opened his mouth, but some thread of patience in Y/n snapped. She was tired, some of the men and women around them were looking over, whispering behind their hands. Her face burned with embarrasment, and she wished Arthur was there.

Though she supposed if Rhaegar and Arthur were next to her in that moment, Arthur would make the same choice he’d made at the Tower.

“Leave it, Stannis,” she snapped at him. “I can look after myself.”

Then she turned to Robert.

“I am going to bed, your grace. At any other feast I would be happy to dance with you, but not tonight.”

And with that she turned away. She ignored him growling something at her back, though relief rushed through her when Stannis’ footsteps followed hers.

She took his arm again, leaning heavily on him. The wound in her back throbbed with her heartbeat, spots danced in front of her eyes.

In that moment she was so grateful for him she could choke on it.

She could hear Stannis grinding his teeth next to her, but for once did not have the energy to tell him to stop.

“Thank you,” she said softly. He looked over at her, nodded once, then looked straight ahead.

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At the door to her rooms she removed her hand from his arm. He did not miss the way she grabbed on to the doorframe instead.

He’d wanted to murder Robert. No doubt his brother had wanted to dance with her to nettle Stannis. The longer his brother had spoken with her the paler she had gotten.

If she had not stopped him, he would have hit Robert.

He bowed low to her, assuming she wanted to be left alone. His arm still tingled where she had held on to him.

“Stannis,” she said when he turned to go. She did not look at him when she said, “Will you stay? With me?”

She held on to the end of her golden braid when she said, “I do not wish to be alone.”

His stomach clenched uncomfortably. It was already inappropriate for him to have escorted her this far with no one else present. The guards Robert had assigned her waited at the end of the hallway.

But her hands trembled as they held on to the door, and she was pale, and he had never been able to deny her anything.

He nodded again despite his heart fluttering in his chest. The smile he received in return, tired and drawn, but with some of its old mirth, was enough to make his knees weak.

She sat down on the window seat immediately, and he pretended not to hear the way she stifled a whimper of pain.

On the table near her washtand was a pitcher of water and a small bowl of salt.

When he turned back with a goblet in hand, she was leaning against the wall, knees to her chest, staring out at the bay below. She had already opened the window, and a cool ocean breeze moved the wispy strands of hair around her face. For once it smelled like the sea, instead of the sewage of King’s Landing.

“You should not sit so close to an open window,” he said, sipping his water. She insisted on opening every window near to her, which was irritating and unsafe.

“You’ll catch a chill.”

One corner of her mouth lifted.

“You should not worry so much,” she replied. “I’m only watching the ships.”

Despite himself, he walked over to her. His heart beat faster with every step, and he worried that she would be able to hear it.

“It’s too dark for you to see the sails,” he said, leaning over so he could try and see.

She hummed, but when he looked over at her he could tell she was far away from him.

He sat down on the other side of the window seat, trying to stay as far away from her as possible while every part of him longed to move closer.

“I could still hear it,” she said softly after a few moments’ silence.

“The clatter of plates sounded like swords, the drums sounded like hoofbeats... my mind will not let me be rid of it. I feel like a coward. Then… whenever I looked up, I would remember that everyone I knew was dead.”

Again, his stomach clenched tightly. He hastily cast around for something to say, words that would offer her solace. Something Maester Cressen would tell her that would make the pain leave her eyes.

You are the most courageous person I know. I wish I could have protected you. I would bring every single one of them back for you, if I could. Even Arthur Dayne.

What he said instead, was, “We had to eat the dogs. All of them. Renly cried.”

She looked up at him, and to his surprise, a small smile flickered over her features. She sniffed.

“With salt or without?”

He scowled at her, all of the tension leaving him in the face of his exasperation.

“That’s hardly an appropriate jape.”

She looked away from him again.

“Of course,” she said. “Forgive me. Peppers would be a much better seasoning for dogs.”

His scowl deepened.

“I liked the dogs at Storm’s End,” he said at last. Immediately he knew it was the wrong thing to say, because her smile melted, and her hand went up to tug at her braid again.

“You’re right,” she said softly. “I did too.”

They sat in silence for a time, every second was like agony to him as he cast around for something to say to her. Something that would bring the laughter back to her eyes.

Without warning, she stood up and held a hand out to him, wincing as she got up.

“Dance with me,” she said.

He blinked at her, surprise overcoming all his other tangled emotions.

“What?” He said, “Why? There is no music.”

She shrugged, smiling sadly. That smile had no place on her face.

“I don’t require music. As for why,” again she shrugged. “I did not get to dance at the feast, and I have not danced since Harrenhaal, and I’ve missed you, and I want to.”

“I don’t dance,” he said quickly. He desperately wished he had left earlier, and was not now faced with her open hand, her sad eyes, the yellow dress that made her look like an idol in gold.

“Of course you do. For me?”

Hesitantly, and in the face of her pleading eyes, he put his hand in hers and allowed her to draw him to his feet. She put her hands on his shoulders, and he could not bring himself to put his on her waist. His jaw was clamped so tightly he feared it might never open again.

She rolled her eyes, and gently guided his hands to her waist, which was so much thinner than it should be. Fire was racing through him as she put her hands on his shoulders again.

“Dancing requires some movement, my lord,” she said.

They took small steps, swaying to each side without the help of music.

She gently moved her hands to the side of his shoulders, and leant her forehead against his chest. His breath came shallow, and every muscle in his body was taught.

She was never this small when we were children, he thought as they swayed. He could smell the scent of sandalwood on her hair as golden wisps tickled his chin. She’d told him once, long ago, that it was her favourite scent. Seven take him, but he still remembered.

He lost track of time, so absorbed was he in the feeling of her hands on his arms, the scent of her hair, the small winces when she moved too much. It rankled him, made every nerve in his body burn with an uncomfortable heat, and he wanted her, desperately, to move away.

“It is late, my lady,” he finally said, deciding his aching muscles had had enough of her nearness. His voice was hoarse. He cleared his throat as she straightened, and it hurt him to see that her eyes were rimmed with red.

“I know,” she whispered softly.

“I will send a Maester with milk of the poppy for your pain,” he said as she escorted him to the door.

For a moment it looked as if she would object, but then she nodded.

“Thank you.”

He bowed, not trusting himself to touch her again, recoiling and wanting it in equal measure.

“Stannis,” he paused in the hall at the sound of her voice.

“Thank you,” she said again. “Truly.”

“Sleep well, my lady.”

“And you.”

As he walked away, his skin tingled still where her hands had been. He shook his head, trying to clear it of fancies. It did not matter what he felt for her.

It did not matter.

#on but personally… Personally? i love this chapter #hes trying so hard to make her smile bless him he just doesnt know how #also i love the character of robert baratheon So Much #i did edit this at 4:43am so idn if its really any good but i like it #stannis baratheon x reader #got x reader #stannis baratheon fic #asoiaf fic #game of thrones fic #stannis baratheon #robert baratheon

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 2 years

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Some Random Lord: *insults Marya* I don’t mean to offend, of course.

Marya: My lord, I am the Lady Baratheon of Dragonstone. I am sister to the Warden of the North and my husband is brother to the King. I could not possibly be offended by someone like you. Stannis: *rolling up his sleeves* Well, I’m about to commit a felony.

#game of thrones #asoiaf #stannis baratheon #marya stark #marya baratheon #stannis baratheon x oc #game of thrones oc #asoiaf oc #stannis baratheon x reader

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libras-interactives · 2 years

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Chapter 1 - Beta 0.1.0 is OUT!

The Lady: Appearance is fully customizable, with two distinct personalities

Two Houses: Arryn (Vale) and Beesbury (Reach)

Three love interests: Ned Stark, Stannis Baratheon, Ashara Dayne

Average Playthrough Length: Around ~8k-9k words, with the entirety being close to ~25k (if you read both Houses and all love interests).

Just download the HTML file and run in your desktop or phone browser! (Note: There seems to be issues with iphones running html. I don't have one, so I can't troubleshoot this problem adequately. Please do your own research.)

Please read this FAQ before asking questions about this interactive fic or it's content!!

Download here!

#update #interactive fiction #libra-interactive new build #stannis baratheon x reader #ned stark x reader #ashara dayne x reader #got x reader #game of thrones x reader #any bugfixes will also be posted/updated here! but i dont anticipate much

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a-libra-writes · 11 months

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as I wallow in my fever filled misery I binge your blog for most of the day and i absolutely love it, i hope it's okay if i ask for whoever you want from ASOIAF with their sick s/o love you

Im sorry this is hittin so late anon! I hope you recovered well~ Here's a couple peeps for ya.

Brandon - He's terrible at noticing when he's getting sick himself, and actually sitting and resting ... so while Brandon will notice when your energy is low or you don't feel well, he doesn't worry until you finally collapse. Then he feels terrible while he carries you back and you're set up in a spare room (he wouldn't mind sharing the bed, but he's already been lectured to death by the maester about what a bad idea that is. He doesn't care he probably sneaks into the spare room anyway.

Because Brandon is restless on a good day, so when you're feeling ill and awful, he's distracted. He keeps thinking about you throughout the day, and checks on you often. If you're not improving, he's doggedly following the maester around and hovering and trying to be useful and just ends up getting kicked out. Everyone's relieved when you finally improve, and yes, he gets sick because he couldn't stay away but it barely knocks the guy out. Not fair.

Ned - Ned would be the one who notices your energy dropping and the loss of appetite in combination with the change in weather. It's especially uncanny if you're someone who doesn't get sick often, and he still figures it out. He's also the type who offers you warm food and rest early on, in hopes you'd shake off the cold early. It's all fun and games to tease Ned about being a mother hen until your sickness gets worse and you're stuck in bed. Great. He won't say "I told you so", buuut he still laughs a little when you complain about being stuck in bed all day.

Ned feels bad about you having to be holed up in a spare room, though, but at least you're in one of the heated ones. He visits at least three times throughout the day, bringing whatever you need and keeping you company if you'd like it. If you're the sort who wants to be totally alone when you're sick, he respects it, but he's gotta stop by to at least say goodnight. Also, it's just Ned's luck that he gets sick just days after you do, every. single. time. It's usually worse, too.

Benjen - He does what he can with what's available at the Wall. While he keeps his usual jovial self up around you, wanting to encourage you, he privately worries about your health. Benjen sneaks in extra furs and extra food - If anyone catches him, all he has to do is drop the smile and glare them down. It's surprisingly effective. He'd like to stay by your side all day and night, but he can't risk getting ill himself and there's work to do.

So Benjen comes in in the morning and late evening, starting by giving you a kiss on the brow, then making sure you're comfortable, then showing off whatever he snuck out of the kitchens. He's got a nautral and relaxed bedside manner, but can be surprisingly stern if you try to get up before you're ready. Maybe if this was the South, but the Wall isn't the place to risk it. Oh and he gets sniffles and sick later bc he kept up with the kissing.

Stannis - What a surprise, Stannis matter of factly states you're in no condition to go about your usual business, and you ought to set up in the spare room. Maester is called, food brought, medicine taken, done and done, right? Back to work. The thing is, if you often ask for him and you're clearly not feeling well, he has a difficult time getting back to his duties. He tells you many times to call a servant, but the guilt actually starts to bother him, especially if you get worse before you get better. Stannis sits on the very edge of the bed (his bedside manner is hilariously bad, don't worry,) and keeps asking you to go back to sleep and stop chattering.

His own health actually isn't that bad, especially considering the seige, but guess what. That one time you got out of bed to get something yourself, he caught you and irritably carried you back? That's what gets him. Stannis still doesn't get as sick as you do, but he's definitely bellyaching about it while you take care of him.

Oberyn - He's the sort of man whose either a godsend when you're sick, or driving you up a wall. It depends! If you want constant attention and fussing, Oberyn will indulge in your neediness all you want. He rather likes it, feeling like he's helping even if you don't immediately improve. If you want to be left alone to puke and snot in peace, well ... he has a hard time staying away. Oberyn wants to be the one bringing your medicine and food, whatever you need, and he wants to stay and linger. Even if it's just to chat, or run his hand down your back.

And yes, he’ll still want to share the bed unless you’re in an absolutely awful state. You'll have to kick Oberyn out eventually, or just move to one of the guest rooms yourself, otherwise he’ll get sick - except he never does, the jerk. Must be all the citrus.

Ashara - She's also the sort of person who would pick up on the weather changing and the change in your attitude, and point out you're probably getting sick. She says it so suddenly, and it's so early, you wouldn't believe her ... aaand two or three days later, you're laid out in bed. Just great. Once the maester is done with his business, Ashara likes to visit if it's just a cold. She's smart about being careful where she touches you, not getting too close, avoiding your cough, she even brings a citrus fruit basket and implores you to eat some. Her bedside manner is lovely too, and she brought your favorite book? Alright, this isn't so bad.

She will stay away if you start getting worse, and it just makes her worry more. In that case she's making sure the maester is bringing in gifts, even if you feel too poorly to enjoy a book or a bouquet of flowers - it's about knowing that someone cares and is worried about you.

Asha - It's straight to the spare room with you. Nope, no whining, no ifs or buts, no kisses no matter how much you whine about it. Asha loves you but she is not about to have you snotting and coughing all over the bed. At least she's not about to let you be totally miserable, Asha's pretty good about barking at you to eat more and drink water. There's not a lot in the way of medicine on the Iron Islands, but Asha's recovered from some pretty nasty spells before. She figures you'll do the same.

... There's some worrying when it takes a while. If you try to be stubborn and suffer through what's probably pneumonia, then Asha will drag a maester over from the greenlands by his ankles. Hiding weakness like a proper Ironborn is all well and good until you're coughing blood, then she calls you a fool and fusses endlessly.

Roose - He'll tell you that you're getting sick, and mention you ought to do something about it. His suggestions are pretty terrible, though - no, Roose, you aren't drinking that weird wine or doing leeching or bleeding or whatever. You're fine. Except when the flu finally hits, and you're fighting off his damn maester with a stick. Weird treatments aside, Roose seems like his aloof self, though you're also too addled by fever and congestion to pay attention to his comings and goings. He's actually keeping a close eye on your progress and more or less threatening the maester and servants that he expects you to improve within a fortnight, as if they can directly control it. Well, they better figure something out.

Getting worse means Roose actually ending your sickroom, as if there's something others have missed that only he can see. He spends a lot of time ... watching, and while his face is impassive, there's worry. A lot of worry. He might start disposing of the help and this maester if you don't get better. A lot of the irrational, explosive bloodlust anger that he's spend years burying down is starting to bubble up and there's not a lot of outlets for it. Once your condition turns around, it calms itself, if only for a while. He still won't forget his servant's incompetence.

Jaime - For seasonal colds and a yearly flu, Jaime is gonna avoid you like the plague because a) he hates getting sick and b), all the snotting and vomitting is gross. ... And Jaime's actually not good at dealing with a loved one whose ill, both in the sense it's difficult to see them that way, and he has no idea what to do. You think his father gave a damn when he was ill, or let that be an excuse to stop training? You think his siblings had any idea what a good bedside manner was?

It's easy for him to tease once you're recovering and able to leave the sickroom, though his barbs aren't as pointed. It isn't easy when you aren't recovering quickly, or when you get worse. He doesn't know what to do with himself, so Jaime acts out in a way, threatening the maester, being in an irritable mood, having no way to help because this isn't his area of expertise.

#i feel like i did something similar but i have no ideaaaaa #anyhoo!#game of thrones x reader #got x reader #brandon stark x reader #ned stark x reader #benjen stark x reader #stannis baratheon x reader #oberyn martell x reader #asha greyjoy x reader #roose bolton x reader #jaime lannister x reader #ashara dayne x reader

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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I imagined something, I wanted to add something scary and dark for Yandere platonic House Lannister to worry about Modern Reader.

Since Modern Reader is in Kings Landing with lord Tywin and lady Joanna, Targaryens get attached to her. When yandere platonic Joanna wanted to call Modern Reader to spend time together, she witnessing how Queen Rhaella noticed her and a smirk appeared on Queen’s face and she asks Reader “Tell me sweet girl, would you do what I tell you?” Modern Reader gives a polite smile, answers “Yes, my Queen, I’ll do anything you order me to”. Satisfied with answer Queen Rhaella gets closer to Modern Reader whispering “Anything?”to her ear. And Joanna could see that Reader is tensed and she wanted to interfere, but Yandere Queen Rhaella sends her a warning look, hugging Reader by the her waist and gets her close enough for Modern Reader to feel the Queen’s body. The Queen continues to whisper something to Reader’s ear, meanwhile Joanna is worried, because she doesn’t know what The Queen has in mind. Then The Queen Rhaella with one hand commands Joanna to leave and as much as Joanna doesn’t want to, she obeys and leaves Modern Reader alone with the Queen. Yandere Rhaella whispered Reader, smelling her hair “Such a shame that lions got someone precious like you” and then the Queen tells Modern Reader to be quiet and before Modern Reader asks why, Yandere Rhaella licking Reader’s earlobe and biting it a little, leaving a few kisses on her neck. Modern Reader is to shocked to move, but managed to say “Please… don’t, it’s not right.” But the Queen doesn’t listen and continues to mark her.

It could’ve get far, if there wasn’t a knock on the door. When Modern Reader heard it, Yandere Rhaella covered Reader’s mouth and asks “who’s there, I’m busy right now” Joanna “Your Grace, the King wanted to see you.” Rhaella responds that she’ll get there and looks at Modern Reader holding her neck and squeeze it a little and whispered “I’m not done with you. My sweet girl” and kisses her lips and leaves.

When the Queen leaves, Joanna rushes to her chambers to see what she had done to Reader, for her horror she noticed marks and a bite on Reader’s neck. And Modern Reader looks at her mother with tears in her eyes.

Then Joanna asks Tywin to leave Kings Landing, he doesn’t understand why, but he tells he will talk to the King. Aerys 2 allows them to leave, but Modern Reader stays here. And Tywin can’t go against the King. When they get home the twins Cersei and Jaime are happy to see them only to be sad because Reader wasn’t with them.

Once Joanna is in her chambers, she starts crying because she’s unable to protect Reader. When Tywin asked her why she’s crying, Joanna can’t handle it and tells everything that happened. And tells him if they’re going to do something about it, Modern Reader won’t be safe and if Reader does something, House Lannister won’t be safe.

In other words, they can’t do anything. When the Mad King let out his frustration on Rhaella, Rhaella let out her frustration on Modern Reader with sexual activity.

Ohh, that’s dark. Imagine Yandere platonic House Lannister reactions about a scenario that I described. Imagine that after Robert’s rebellion, Robert saying “You were probably enjoying the Queen’s company” but when he sees Modern Reader’s tears, he realised that something bad happened. Despite that fight, Robert apologies for not knowing the truth and tells her, whenever she wants to speak and let out her feelings, she can go to him for a talk. Seeing Reader’s tears would definitely break Lannisters hearts.

Tywin and Joanna feel guilty for failing to protect their reader. The Lannisters are very worried about the reader. This will probably happen after the reader and Robert's quarrel. The reader's watery eyes and expression are enough to stop Robert from speaking. Robert is not an unscrupulous bastard. He will apologize to the reader. In fact, Stannis will scold his brother for this. Renly stabs him, constantly reminding him of this mistake his brother made. Lannisters will have more remorse.

#yandere game of thrones #yandere tywin lannister x reader #yandere joanna lannister x reader #yandere jaime lannister x reader #yandere cersei lannister x reader #yandere tyrion lannister x reader #robert baratheon #stannis baratheon x reader #renly baratheon x reader #house baratheon

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cdragons · 2 months

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Back in my GOT Era, because my ADHD brain won't shut the fuck up 凸(^-^)凸

Let’s pretend Yi Ti and Westeros have an okay trading relationship with each other, and merchants from Yi Ti are always treated with celebrity status in the Seven Kingdoms. Let's also pretend that the GOT writers haven't completely fucked up all of Stannis' fantastic characterization and complexity.

I love Shireen Baratheon so goddamn much, and the fact she died in the show is such an insult to both her's and Stannis' characters. I decided to blast D & D's canon with a bazooka and make Selyse die when Shireen was a baby. Because Stannis needs to make sure she has a mother figure, he marries a childhood friend, OC, who hails from Yi Ti and owns one of the largest sea merchant companies in the Golden Empire. Oh, and she'll have her own kid, too.

Why am I doing this? Don't I have a shitload of other fanfic ideas to write out? Yes, as a fanfic writer, having incomplete ideas is part of the job.

Do I still have an incomplete Robb Stark x YI Ti!OC story? Also, yes, but I replaced my laptop and forgot to save Chapter 4 in the iCloud Drive. The file is on my old laptop, but that's currently across the Atlantic Ocean in Shanghai while I'm in Boston right now 🤷🏻‍♀️.

🔆Backstory Time🔆

OC’s Name: Xu Mei-Ling & Face Claim: Michelle Yeoh

Mei-Ling's family was on good terms with the Baratheon House, and she was actually staying with Stannis during the Siege of Storms End. She is a few years older than Robert and Ned but is good friends with both boys. Stannis grows a major crush on her because of her support during the siege, and Mei-Ling thinks highly of his stubbornness to hold down Storms End for Robert. After the blockade, she ends up marrying someone in Yi Ti. She ended up giving birth to a daughter in the middle of a major storm.

I'll go into more details when I make the first official post about it, but long story short, Mei's husband dies, and so does Selyse. Mei eventually learns about Stannis' daughter and decides, "Fuck it."

They get married, and Mei moves to Dragonstone. She oversees his daughter's education and prepares her to be an heir worthy of the Baratheon name. She also makes sure Shireen interacts with other kids her age. Shireen gets a badass older sister and a mother who isn't the worst. Hooray!

Also, Mei's daughter will end up knowing Ned's kids and Theon for a good fucking portion of her life. She's Med's and Luwin's favorite because if someone pisses her off, she'll yell out profanities while chasing after them with a broom twice her size. One time, Robb tried to pull her hair, and the next thing he knew, he was pinned face down with his face eating mud and Mei's daughter's knee on his back. Another time, she called Ned a fat idiot for not knowing a basic Yi Tish term, and Ned swore it was being scolded by Mei all over again.

In the end, Stannis and the North will be saved from D&D's shitty writing because two WOC immigrants decided to take matters into their own hands.

I'm still having trouble deciding on a title, so if anyone has any ideas, let me know in the comments!

Tagging: @a-libra-writes, @aphroditesmoon, @asa-do-your-thing, @arcielee, @valeskafics, anyone else who is a fan of Stannis the Mannis, Shireen, the North, etc.

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writingsofwesteros · 1 year

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Can you do a part 2 to the Stannis x Reader x Tywin

Stannis and Tywin are greedy and want her awake and aware with both of them inside her? They want her to cum around both of them. Then maybe a scene where they sneak away from a feast and have their way with her in the gardens too? They just can’t get enough of their sweet bride?

I’m sorry if I’m being greedy, your work is just so amazing!!

Thank you for all that you do!

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

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You were shaking completely against Stannis. His muscled, bare chest on display as your ample breasts brushed against them. His cock buried deep inside you, like it always seemed to be. All you could do was take it and you enjoyed every moment. Your body constantly hummed in desire.

“Do you think you are ready?” Tywin whispered into your ear; softly nibbling on your earlobe as he hummed. “Fuck, she loves your voice.” Stannis couldn’t help but tease. His groans falling out as you clamped around him. The lion’s chuckles only darkened as he began to hotly mouth at your neck.

“I don…I don’t think you can fit..” You whimpered out. Ever since the first night; they had tried again and again. “Shh, I think we might..look at how wet you are.” Stannis purred; tapping your clit for you to hear the obscene sounds. Your pretty eyes widened as you whimpered; jolting at his touch.

“You sound more than ready.” Tywin hummed. Your legs shook as you felt his fat head brush against your clit like that first night. Luckily, you didn’t pass out but you were so close. Your heart was pounding into your ears as your lips parted in a silent scream. “Fuck..” He grunted as his head moved in; brushing against Stannis once more.

He waited for you to calm even as your wetness was squirting out already. Gods, he couldn’t stop himself. Usually, the lion had such patience but not now, not with you. One snap of his hips and he bottomed. “Oh gods!!” You screamed out. Your body is completely shaking as your squirting continued.

“Fuck, good girl..that’s it, fucking take it.” Stannis purred into your ear; bringing you impossibly closer whilst only having them falling deeper inside you. You whined and babbled absolute nonsense as your arms looped around his neck. “Fuck, so good..” Tywin purred into your ear too.

Your nails moved over Stannis’ back as you tried to keep conscious. “Doing so well for us. Such a pretty baby.” Tywin hummed before passionately capturing your soft lips. The act was sloppy and wet as he sucked on your tongue, taking your breath away. It wasn’t long before they slowly began to thrust.

“Oh my ……” You were speechless. You could only move with them as your legs continued to shake. The thickness drove you insane as your spongy spot was pushed with each thrust. “Fuck,, look at her.” Stannis hummed; those dark eyes of his looked down to where he was pushing inside you.

His cock was covered in your cream. The feel of Tywin’s cock brushing against his own had him shivering. “You’ll be bred so good tonight.” The lion whispered into your ear; but you could hardly hear him. The pleasure embedded in your bones. “Cum for us…cum now.” He ordered you.

Stannis leaned forward and hotly captured your soft nipple; biting on you and listening to your screams. You squirted around their cocks; nearly pushing them out as you gushed but the two of them continued to fuck you harder. They prolonged your release whilst chasing their own climax.

“I am surprised they are not with a child yet.” Cersei whispered around the goblet of wine she sipped at. The twins watched as their father easily led you out with a gentle hand; Stannis not far behind. Jamie only chuckled; shaking his head before reaching for his own drink that he easily downed.

“Please…” You whimpered out; the top of your dress unclasped with your breasts bouncing in front of the lion. His hands tightened their hold on your hips as his cock pushed against your spongy spot again and again. The moonlight so beautifully shined down on the water and then onto you.

The rest of your moans were muffled as Stannis gently pushed your head towards his already leaking hard cock. You whimpered; those eyes of yours so wide as your hot mouth slowly engulfed him. Your gagging already began but he still gently pushed you further down as you continued to bounce.

Tywin’s hand moved to your arse and began to palm you, helping you move as he quickened his thrusts. Your stomach was easily tightening in pleasure as your mind was beginning to soften once more. “Good girl..hmm, look at you taking us both.” Stannis hummed; his hips began to rock.

He fucked your hot mouth whilst you moaned and gagged some more; the vibration brushing against him. Your delicate tongue moved up and down his length before you sucked on his leaking head. Your eyes locked onto him from under your lashes as you whimpered against him some more.

Tywin’s hand slowly moved to your soaked pussy. His fingers brushing over your clit again and again. Your eyes fluttered at the pleasure racing through you. Your soft tongue swirling around his head. You kitten licked the cum coming your way before his fingers moved into your locks once more.

Stannis flooded your mouth as he brought you further down his cock. Your gagging only brought him over the edge. The feel of him pushed you to your own climax as you squirted around Tywin’s still pounding cock. His hold on you was going to leave bruises in the morning; you were sure of it…and you wanted it badly.

They had completely ruined you. The pleasure you had known nothing about only days prior seemingly ruled your days now. Tywin forced you down full onto his cock; his fat head pushing deeper as his cum filled you. You collapsed against his chest as Stannis’ cock slipped from your mouth.

You pant for breath as your legs still shake. You burrowed into Tywin’s neck now as he chuckled into your ear. Stannis leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your temple; softly humming as his fingers moved through your hair. Tywin whispered sweet nothings as you burrowed further into him.

#tywin lannister x reader #stannis baratheon x reader #soulmate au #request

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