#margaery tyrell x fem!reader smut

[howyouloveyourdragon]

threesome with margaery and robb please please i BEG

Taking Charge

pairing: margaery tyrell x reader x robb stark alternate universe: Margaery allies with Stark instead of Lannister, Robb survives (no necrophilia here thank you babes) pronouns: she/her anatomy: afab warnings: power dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, brief discussion of trauma (the red wedding) kinks & positions: threesome, dom/sub dynamics, brat taming, light bdsm, being gagged, oral (reader receiving), riding, masturbation, face riding, orgasm denial, fingering dividers by: saradika wordcount: 3,388

A/N: only the best for you ma'am, you told me i could go feral and i always deliver >:) i really hope you enjoy this bby! ♡ also margaery lowkey acts as a medieval marriage counsellor but we'll touch on that later ☠️

Margaery Tyrell is beautiful. You know it. Your husband knows it and the gaggle of raucous men know it as she flits her eyes over Robb. Her lips move but you are too entranced to doubt her words. You hear Robb gulp beside you and your own breath hitches as her shoulders roll back, a lithe hand exposes her neck by sweeping her hair behind her. She smirks as she curtsies--slow and deep. "Thank you, your grace for understanding my position." "Of course." Robb's voice utters but you can hear a familiar gruffness. He glances at two of his men as he gestures for two of them to lead her to a spare tent. You let a gentle hand rest on his forearm. "You need not," You tell the men, ignoring when your husband snaps his sights back to you. You smile pleasingly at Margaery. "We will find somewhere together, it has been a long time since I entertained guests." She returns your grin with the hint of surprise in her crystal eyes. The flicker across your form and her parted lips close. "Perhaps I should be entertaining you, my Queen." You feel as Robb tenses and squeeze gently. You merely hum to Margaery and begin to glide toward her but your husband snatches your arm quickly and tugs you back. His eyes stare deeply into yours as he guides a hand to cup your face, an intensity as he draws closer--prolonging each movement. He connects your lips effortlessly and drinks in the gentle gasp when his tongue treads along the seam of them. Your eyes flutter like the flap of a butterfly's wings until they shut closed. His fingers twist the hair at the back of your head and tugs just enough to let him drink in your soft whine. You don't have the chance to see as Robb's sights turn hard and warning as they lock with Margaery's. Her smirk only deepens.

Eventually you gather the inner strength to pull away with a wet smack and stumble back. As your eyelids slip open his darkening stare greets you, a quick tilt of his head permitting you to step away. His gaze stays locked on you as you leave, linking your arm with the new woman's. "He is rather protective of you." She notes as you walk throughout the camp. You hum in agreement and nod softly. "There was an incident a number of moons ago where he was supposed to marry one of the Frey daughters, we supplemented another man in his place but..." You pause, discomfort crossing your skin like a spider's thick web. Margaerys collects your free hand in the bed of her own hand and squeezes gently. It gives you the courage to continue. "The matter was not resolved. There was bloodshed and we lost a babe but we escaped and so..." Margaery steps in front of you, now holding both your hands. Your breath stutters but still you paint a sad smile across your lips. "I understand." She assures with a gentle smile. She wishes to reassure you. Two of her fingers rise to lift your chin to encourage you looking up into her eyes. "I would feel the same if I had a petal such as yourself. I would take my vows of protection over you just as carefully. And I would take those vows." Her voice purrs like a kitten curled in your lap, like it is a soft tail wrapping itself around your forearm instead of her hand. 

The days pass with your forms close at every turn and under your husband’s watchful eye. Your nightly activities increase, a deeper need clawing up Robb’s chest. Tonight, you writhe in the sheets with Robb's pants fanning over your neck as his fingers bury deep within your core. He moans at the wet stickiness, letting it drip down his hand. You feel it growing–the wave about to crash–swirling deeper and deeper. It’s like a whirlpool that you are begging to let swallow you down. You want it, you need it and then–Then Robb retracts stops. “Say it,” His unusually gruff voice murmurs in your ear, ignoring your flailing legs. You try to grind back and forth but his spare hand pushes your hips down in warning. He leans up to your ear. “Say it.” He demands once more, rougher. “I love you.” You concede easily, gentle whimpers pouring out. His fingers roll fluidly again and the waves return. “Again.” “I love you.” The water spins you, an overwhelming heat distorts your sight. “Again.” “I love you.” And finally he lets the dam break inside you. Your heat gushes over his hand. His mouth drops down onto yours with a resounding kiss. His lips move sloppily but demandingly. He grumbles as he turns to lay his back on the bed and sling and arm around your own. “So good for me.” He rumbles. “My best girl, hm?” You mumble in approval while he moves to kiss your cheek before standing. Your whines return as he begins to leave you, presumably to visit the tent of your living quarters. Not for the first time you are grateful your husband is given special privileges but detest the sight of his back. He chuckles low. “A moment, my love.” He leaves, presumably to find a cloth and water. Your slick glistens down your rear. 

Minutes pass, possibly twenty, possibly thirty but either way you are unsatisfied with your missing husband. You rise on shaky legs, bare all except a silk robe. Your feet lead you to the connecting tent, surprised at the closed sheets of it. Your breath hitches as you step toward the dark tent, your fingers about to part the sheets but two familiar voices interrupt the movement. “I heard you of course…” A Tyrell voice tuts and your eyes go wide. Surely she does not mean… “Denying your wife? I thought Starks were honourable.” A deep blush treads up your face with the wisps of wind. You shiver as the cold air creeps through your dress, hardening the pebbles beneath. You peek through the curtain and instantly clasp a hand over your mouth at the sight of your husband stiffened, the woman opposite trailing her fingers up his tunic. He snatches her wrist quickly and squeezes it harshly. You can hear her breath hitch. “What are you doing, Lady Tyrell?” Robb snarls to which she merely chuckles. She steps onto her tiptoes and leans into his ear. “I am going to teach you how to please your wife, how to please your Queen, how to…worship her.” She purrs the words like a playful kitten. His grip loosens enough for the highborn lady to grow bold and raise her other hand to his shoulder. He is silent as his eyes track her palm. It is almost soothing, the circles she rubs against the loose fabric. The wolf King clears his throat before he speaks. “How?” You would pity his vulnerable tone if it didn’t charge the throb of your pearl, if the pebbles of your breasts were not growing more sensitive with every word that flowed through your ears.

You almost gasp when you see her unravel two snakes of rope from beneath her skirt, letting it feed through her fingers as she pushes Robb down into a wooden chair though you are both aware it could not truly hold him unless he demanded his own body to still. Her hands glide down his arms, thick with muscle, her nails play with the top threads of his linen undershirt. The rose unlaces the ties of his shirt slowly, torturing. Your eyes hook their gaze to her fingers, mouth going dry at their graceful movements. She is a lot more experienced than she let on but it does not upset you...in fact it rather does the opposite, your pearl beginning to throb again. He watches her, eyes tracking her every motion. “Well first you are going to have to calm yourself. I would hate for her to join us too early, before we even have you prepared for her. You cannot see her face but you can imagine her serene smile. Her hands glide across his chest and push him down into a waiting chair. The bridge of rope between her hands follows down to slither between his legs. He grunts at the contact, his member still heavy from the activities before. He bites his lip. Margaery chuckles as she sinks to her knees and begins to bind his forearm to the wooden chair. “Do not worry, my King, we will fix that in a moment.” Your eyes widen and drink in the sight, watching as she binds his other arm as well. You gulp as she straddles his lap.

“Oh such a good boy…” Margaery coos, running her hand into the northerner’s hair and then gripping the curls tight. Having a King bound to a chair before you–inside a tent or not–is a rather quick way to encourage your confidence. For it to drip through your veins and pump the blood raucously. She smirks down at him as he groans. His eyes are as fierce as the wolf he is. “I almost feel guilty for playing with you but if you want to be a King, you will have to earn that right.” She licks her lips and dips a hand between her breasts. The King gasps, matching you simultaneously but then she pulls out a grey fabric and brings it to hover before his mouth. His eyes snap up to hers. “You must trust my practice, King Stark.” He growls but begrudgingly parts his lips enough to bare his wolfish teeth. Her giggling attracts your ears as she slides the gag in his mouth. She raises a single hand in the air and beckons you close. You freeze. “Come, my Queen.” Her free hand runs along his jaw then hardens it, pulling him closer with an intensity you didn’t expect. “He’s pretty isn’t he, dearest?” You merely nod, looking at your husband as the Tyrell tugs at him. Her eyes flit over to you as she smirks. “This is not the first time you have both played this game, is it?” Her grin deepens when your reluctant nod pleases her. Robb bites his lip, trying to hold back the moan. “I was wondering why you do not mind me playing with him but now I see…You enjoy it. Seeing someone else in power for once, taking him…” She slowly tilts her head. “Would you like to tame him? The big bad wolf? You will need to find your voice, pet.” A tentative step forward is all she needs to see to broaden her wicked grin. She slaps Robb’s cheek sharply and climbs off his lap. “There’s a smart girl.” Her hands reach you while her face squeals in girlish delight—a sight you are not used to. 

“We are going to have so much fun.” She purrs and releases one of your hands to stroke her index along a lock of your hair. Her eyes darken with a sea of lust pushing desperately against a restraining barrier. She brushes back your hair and leans closer until her breath is fanning across your lips. “And so we have acquired another player.” The sea crashes—taking your kiss with it—as she presses her lips to yours and drowns in it. Margaery Tyrell is a woman of many talents and one of those talents is knowing exactly what she wants but more importantly how to get it. A gasp slips from your mouth to hers as her fingers trail up your thigh. She slowly lowers herself until she has to pan her head to look at you. Her eyes stay misty. “I’ve always wanted to taste a Queen.” With the flick of her tongue, she pushes you back to lie on the table and spreads your legs with ease, rustling the wretched grey fabric. “Always so modest.” She tuts as she dives her face beneath and skips her tongue along your inner thigh. A rumble burns at your throat, your eyes squeeze as tight as your fists in anticipation. “So sweet,” Margaery commends before darting her muscle across your hidden pearl, wetting the fabric above. “Yes, I think I would like to join you on that throne of yours, we are going to have a lot of fun, sweet blossom.” Her hands turn commanding. “Oh such a good boy…” 

“We are going to have so much fun.” She purrs and releases one of your hands to stroke her index along a lock of your hair. Her eyes darken with a sea of lust pushing desperately against a restraining barrier. She brushes back your hair and leans closer until her breath is fanning across your lips. “And so we have acquired another player.” The sea crashes—taking your kiss with it—as she presses her lips to yours and drowns in it. Margaery Tyrell is a woman of many talents and one of those talents is knowing exactly what she wants but more importantly how to get it. A gasp slips from your mouth to hers as her fingers trail up your thigh. She slowly lowers herself until she has to pan her head to look at you. Her eyes stay misty. “I’ve always wanted to taste a Queen.” With the flick of her tongue, she pushes you back to lie on the table and spreads your legs with ease, rustling the wretched grey fabric of your robe. “Always so modest, hm? Don’t worry, we’ll fix that.” She tuts as she dives her face beneath and skips her tongue along your inner thigh. 

A rumble burns at your throat, your eyes squeeze as tight as your fists in anticipation. “So sweet,” Margaery commends before darting her muscle across your hidden pearl, wetting the fabric above. “Yes, I think I would like to join you on that throne of yours, we are going to have a lot of fun, sweet blossom.” Her hands turn demanding, her nails sinking into your thighs. A yelp rebounds from your lips in time with a distant growl. You sit upright on shaky elbows to let your heavy-lidded eyes gaze upon your needy husband, a dribble of saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, gag wet. Perhaps fabric is not a desired material. She rolls an ‘r’ along your bud, delighting in your sharp intake of breath. Robb rumbles once more. Margaery sighs. “You can either behave or wait even longer. I will bring your wife to her peak once more for every sound that comes from your lips but you will receive nothing until you have learned to prioritise your beloved.” Her voice is muffled but resounding. She commands him as well as she would command a disobedient mutt. Her tongue licks up your residue. “If you were my wife, I would drink from you every waking moment and if I were your King, I would keep my face tucked between your thighs. Escaping my lips would be your hardest battle.” Margaery moans. Robb growls at the rose’s words but the soothing strokes of her tongue please you. 

She pulls back, smirking at the whines that drip from your mouth. “And so needy too.” She chuckles as she pulls away, her curls tickling up your thigh. You jump in sensitivity but it all makes her coo like caressing a flightless bird. “Aw, sweet darling. Need us to take care of you, huh? Is he not taking care of you? Poor thing…We’ll just have to take care of you, ourselves.” A deep growl permeates from your husband, his arms straining against his ties but as your eyes linger on his form, his cock looks aching as it strains through his trousers, the tip of it wetting the fabric. The poor man must be absolutely throbbing and yet that doesn’t make you pity him, it only entices you. Margaery raises a finger to rub pressured circles on your bud. She chuckles when you hiss and your elbows collapse you to lie back on the table again. The image of your husband’s hungry face lingers in your mind but it’s Margaery’s hair that you move to grasp between your fingers. Your hips grind as her tongue returns to lap at you. “That’s it,” You encourage, delighting in the wet noise.And then it comes again, the sensitivity crashing over your cunt. Your eyes shut tight and your face scrunches up as a long pitiful whine pushes past your lips. The whimper of the Stark King only sends another wave to flow onto Margaery’s tongue who doesn’t lessen her pace until she can swallow down every drop. 

Your body falls imp, sprawled out. Your legs tremble as they hang off the side of the table but finally Margaery’s greed softens and she pulls back. Your glistening wetness still coats her lips as they grin up at you. Her hands slither up your body, starting at your thighs until they settle on your waist. She squeezes gently before spreading them. You hiss briefly but are quickly hushed when she kisses up your neck in soothing patterns. “I will not mark you yet.” She whispers in purring vibration. “But if you ever tire of wolves, I will be but a moment away.” She kisses the space behind your ear. A tempting little rose she is as she pulls away, cupping your hands as she tugs you to stand on your shaky legs. She tuts. “So used today, don’t worry, it’s your turn.” The scent of her hair wafts thickly up your nose, clouding your other senses as she pulls you, one arm now around your waist. When you finally look up from the floor, you see Robb’s piercing eyes waiting for you with the patience of a wild boar. She slowly winds your legs so you can straddle your husband who quickly nuzzles against your neck. Margaery delights as she wraps around you from behind, kissing up your opposing shoulder as her hands help yours to slip down Robb’s smallclothes. However, it is you who raises your fingers to tear open the offending fabric on your husband’s chest and who rips the gag away to replace it with your lips. He grunts and ruts his hips. His member throbs, the top purple and preening for attention. You can almost feel it begging. Margaery’s warm palms roll your hips, grinding you against it but you do not complain. His lips are wet with saliva and sweat but it doesn’t deter you, letting the salt flit across your tongue. 

Margaery praises you as you gather the strength to slide onto his length, gasping out as it fills you for the first time in a week. He groans loudly, eyes already rolling back, it’s the final straw for him to snap off the ropes and capture your hips while you sink onto him. When you finally drop onto him, your arms hook around his neck. “Be good for me, that’s it,” You encourage as he whimpers like a pup. Margaery beams with pride as she brings her fingers to roll your nipples back and forth. “Tell her how much you want it.” Margaery prompts, voice growing gravelled. “That you want her, that you want to fill that sweet little pussy, hm?” Robb nods, and thrusts hard into you, a yelp streaming from your lips. “I want you.” He moans, hot breath panting as his grip tightens. “Want you more than I’ve wanted anything. Iw ould give up my crown and my line for you.” A high pitched noise escapes you as your hips rock faster back and forth. “Want to keep you full of me. You want that? You want me to keep you full?” Your nods are all he needs to finally let loose and spill, you tighten as Margaery flicks the pebbles of your breasts. You throw your head back but the rose of Highgarden is quick to rake one hand into your hair and tug you to face her. “That’s right, my queen. Release for us.” And you do, your womanhood spasming as a thick cream rings around your husband’s who sighs breathily and kisses up your neck. A line of wetness slides up as your companion chuckles low. 

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[yoonivy]

gold rush; part 1.

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader

genre. romantic comedy — inspired by 10 things i hate about you and also another movie (can you guess which one? :) ) , college/university au, eventual smut, enemies to lovers (kinda??? their relationship is complicated to explain LOL)

In all the 8 years you’ve known Aemond Targaryen, he has not spoken more than 8 words to you. In total. So why is he starting now?

warnings. aegon + viserys + ramsay being besties. oc is a bit cringe but at least she is free :’) !!

word count. 8k+

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The days are growing chillier. The leaves on the trees are still a brilliant array of reds, oranges, and yellows; but they are starting to fall on the ground, baring the branches for the upcoming winter season. 

This means that the weekly outdoor picnic at the University’s quad that you and your friends always make time for is probably going to end soon, so Sansa Stark insists for one more before the inevitable happens. 

“Winter is Coming,” Sansa states with a heavy sigh and a shiver after you all helped her lay out the pastel gingham blanket on the ground that you are all sitting on now. 

Meera Reed makes a face at her, snorting in disbelief. “Did you just quote your family’s motto at us? Really Sansa?”

Sansa glares her way while she starts to take the lunch she had prepared out of her favorite wicker picnic basket. She huffs before insisting, “Well it is. Winter is coming .”

“Oh, it already is coming,” Margaery Tyrell smirks, already pouring out the pre-made mimosas into four mugs. “It came plenty last night…”

“Marg!” 

“What?” Margaery pouts at Sansa’s outcry of her name, feigning innocence. “I’m just saying… Stark men have quite a set of heavy b—“

“No, no,” Meera is the one to cut her off now, her palm held up to stop Margaery from finishing. “I need my appetite to eat these delicious katsu sandwiches!”

Meanwhile, Sansa is ruffling up Margaery’s perfect blowout, ordering the brunette to stop saying disgusting things about her brother, Robb, in front of her.

As you watch them, you laugh with your mouth around the rim of your mug, the taste of alcoholic, bubbly orange juice sweet on your tongue. Your friends are all ridiculous, but you love them. And perhaps, you are just as ridiculous as them. “Sansa… Is your Uncle Benjen visiting any time soon?”

“I don’t know…” Sansa eyes you suspiciously. “Why…? ”

“Cause…” There’s already a stupid smirk lifting your lips that Sansa takes a deep inhale to prepare herself. “I wanna test out Marg’s theory about Stark men and their heavy—“

You are tackled onto your back by the fiery redhead; and luckily for the both of you, you had already drunk all the mimosa in your mug before she did so. You are laughing and shrieking as Sansa shakes you by the  shoulders playfully, with Meera hollering in the back and Margaery exclaiming, “Yes! That’s my girl! Daddy Benjen is so fit!”

It must have been a strange sight to see. Four women in their early twenties having a picnic in the middle of autumn, all screaming and all toppled on top of each other on the quad of the Seven Kingdom’s most prestigious post-secondary school, Vale University. 

No one would dare approach that mess — unless they are brave. 

Or stupid. 

When a dark shadow casts over you and your friends, and someone clears their throat noisily, that is when you all pause mid-laughter to glance up at the newcomer. 

Your eyes widen comically when you are faced with gorgeously long platinum silver hair; the tiniest waist made with an expensive belted black cotton trench coat; a striking violet eye; and the most disgruntled expression you’ve ever seen in your life. 

Of course all that was none other than Aemond Targaryen. 

So in conclusion — brave and stupid. 

All four of you quickly straightened up in embarrassment but his eye was solely on you. 

“Can I talk to you?” Aemond asks, head cocking to a tree nearby. 

Dumbfounded, you nod slowly and stand up just as slow. But while you are in the process of doing so, he is already walking away. Shrugging at the confused looks of your friends, you jog after him. 

In all honesty, you have no freaking idea why he is pulling you aside either.

When the two of you make it beside the willow tree, he turns towards you. The sourness in his face doesn’t change, and you wonder why he is even talking to you because he clearly doesn’t want to be. 

In all the 8 years you’ve known Aemond Targaryen, he has not spoken more than 8 words to you. In total .

So why now?

That is when the panic start to rise in your chest, because there is only one reason he would even sought you out —

“Aemond, is your fath—“

“Are you going to the party—“

You both stop abruptly after speaking over the other. 

Now you are thoroughly confused. 

With your head tilting to the side, you repeat the little you heard him say, “The party?”

At the dumb look on your face, the tips of his ears start burning red. Aemond grimaces, then glares to the side as he answers, “Yeah, the Tyrell party tomorrow night. Are you invited?”

Your brows draw even closer together, staring at Aemond like he grew another head. “I mean, yeah… Margaery is one of my best friends…” Aemond then grunts in remembrance at the girl he just saw you with not even 5 seconds ago. He is still not even looking at you, so you pull at your sweater paws from the feeling of discomfort. “I’m not going though.”

Finally, his eye is on you. “Why not?”

You shrug. “I’m not really in a partying mood… Besides, all my friends have people they’re interested in that are going so I’m probably going to be the weird seventh wheel…”

What in the Seven Hells?!

You make a face at your own oversharing. Why did you just confess your loser status to Aemond Targaryen of all people? Why would he even care—

“Then come with me.”

Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh?!?!

When you realize you exclaimed that out loud and not just in your head, you slap a hand over your mouth. 

His scowl makes you explain yourself in a hurry, “Sorry! It’s just we’ve never really hung out before or, like, even had a conversation until this one, so I’m a bit… confused?”

Aemond presses his pink pout together, inhaling sharply. Then he stares at you in a way that pins you to the spot, your breath catching. “You’re right…” he frowns as he trails off. “We’ve known each other for so long and yet we’ve never made an effort to become friends—“

You’ve never made an effort, I’ve at least tried, you wanted to say, but you bite your tongue and let him keep going. 

“So I’d like to take you to the party to change that. Ramsay’s band is playing so it should be a… fun night.”

He says all that in the aloof yet cocksure air of his but you’re convinced that he is not even convinced himself. 

Because why would being in any 10-feet vicinity close to Ramsay Bolton be any fun? Also he said he’d “like” to take you to the party and yet he looks like he is being held at gunpoint to talk to you. 

Someone is definitely putting him up to this. 

To put Aemond out of his misery (and to satisfy the sniper surely aiming at his head) you say, “I’ll, um… think about it then?”

Aemond hums as an answer; sounding not quite satisfied but letting it be. 

And you thought that would be it. Like he’ll be like well, I tried! — shrugs shoulders and flippantly throws his hands up — oh well! but just as you say your soft goodbye and begin to walk away, Aemond calls your name. 

Wait a second — he knows your name???

You balk, once again staring at him wide-eyed. This time he ignores the look, or at least doesn’t react to it outwardly, and says, “You have my number, right?”

I literally didn’t even know you even knew my name, you almost answer, but instead you went with a simple, “No.”

He lets out a discontented hmm… like somehow that was your fault. He then fishes his phone out of his pocket and then hands it to you. On the screen is the new contact section. 

He didn’t even need to say anything, his domineering stare was enough for you to promptly type in your information on his phone. 

When you hand it back, his thumb swiftly moves on the screen. A second later, you felt the familiar vibration of a new text in the back pocket of your jeans. 

“Text me if you’re coming, I’ll pick you up,” is all Aemond says before he is already walking away and up the hill of the quad to the path leading to one of the university’s libraries. 

You watch his retreating back for a minute before finally heading back to your friends. 

“What was that?!” Margaery is the first of your friends to ask, but you can tell they are all piqued with interest and confusion. They know that you and Aemond go way back yet don’t have a semblance of a proper history, and that he has never sought you out like that before. 

So as you stare at the text that Aemond sent you:

I hope you’ll come to the party. It’ll be nice if you do. 

All you can tell your friends is:

“I honestly don’t even know.”

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As soon as your last class for the day was let out at 6 PM, you book it to the nearest bus stop and luckily make it just as soon as the bus pulls up.

You would think for a busy and populated university campus, the public transportation schedule would be better. But alas, most of the students that attend Vale U are trust fund babies and have the most expensive cars and/or drivers that take them anywhere they want to go. 

Not you though. You pretty much live paycheque to paycheque. Although you are lucky enough to have only one job that could sustain your living expenses. 

That is where you are heading now, your part-time job at one of the homes in the #3 Wealthiest Neighborhoods of all of Westeros according to Baelish Times. 

The gated neighborhood of Eyrie Heights sits on the tallest cliff in the region of the Vale. Of course since it is the home of many famous celebrities and important political figures, the nearest bus stop to the front gates of the community is a 45 minutes walk away — you make that trek back and forth at least four days every week. 

You’re used to it so it’s not so bad, and the security guards at the gates are super friendly and would always drive you to your final destination in their golf cart. Today was no different, and you are dropped off at one of the many mansions in the neighborhood belonging to the governing family of the Vale, the Arryn’s. 

“Thanks Grenn!” You call out after hopping off the cart and waving goodbye to your ride. 

“No problem!” He waves back with a wide grin. “Say hey to Mr. T for me!”

You give him a thumbs up before turning your heels to walk up the stone pathway leading to the ivory mansion fit for a king.

It definitely is one of the most gorgeously built homes you’ve ever seen. It is an older mansion but properly maintained with the prettiest front garden and perfect shrubbery. The white bricked walls are paired with dark navy blue shingle roofing, which looks lovely during the hotter months but gorgeous when everything is blanketed with white snow. What does it for you though is the huge oval arched windows and the balconies on the second and third floors with the pillars — it was what caught your wide eyes when you first saw it eight years ago when your mother held your hand and dragged you up the same pathway you are currently walking on. Although it is an Arryn family mansion, the man living there now is the widower of an Arryn woman and he is the one you are caring for.

After you climb up the three tiers of stoned steps with the dragon statue water fountain in the center, you pick up the packages and letters at the front door that he received the past two days you haven’t checked up on him before unlocking the door with your set of keys and stepping inside.

“Viserys?” You shout out, locking the door behind you. From somewhere still on the ground floor, you hear the one you are calling for respond back, In here!

With the packages and a hefty bag you’ve pulled out from a closet near the front door, you head to where you assume ‘in here’ is. 

You end up at one of the rooms in the back of the mansion. It does not even surprise you that this is where you find your patient/friend in the huge home — it is the room he is often in if he is not in his master bedroom or kitchen. The conservatory is as beautiful as every part of the house, but anyone can tell it’s the most loved. With its high windowed ceiling and the windowed walls, the brilliant sun can be clearly seen setting on purple and pink skies. But you knew that and luxurious furnishing wasn’t the reason why Viserys Targaryen favored that room so much — for every other room has the same luxury feel to it — but it is because this room is where him and his first wife would always spend time together during the first few years of their marriage before they moved back to Viserys’ ancestral home in King’s Landing. 

“This room is also the only one we were allowed to spend time in while I was courting her,” you remember Viserys recalling to you and your mother one time with a hearty chuckle. He then pointed outside, where the pool is. “Her father would grill out there, pretending it’s for lunch or dinner. But he was really just keeping a close eye on me to not do anything unsavory. Aemma was always so embarrassed because she said her father didn’t even like barbecue ribs that much. ”

With a smile at that memory of his memory, looking towards the many picture frames in the room that hold weathered photos of the ethereal looking woman who still held the heart of a man even 25 years after her death. 

You turn to watch that man now, hunched over beside a big and long table in the middle of the room occupied fully by miniature statues and structures to resemble the once glorious city of the now ruined Old Valyria. 

Viserys is so consumed with whittling away at a block of soapstone that he did not even notice that you were already in the room. 

While putting down his packages and letters on a side table near the door, you call his name again. He turns to you with a bit of a jolt, before his lips spread into a soft smile. “Sorry, my dear… I’ve just been so focused because my hands are being very agreeable today.”

You laugh, nodding in understanding while walking to where he is sitting. 

“How was the commute here?” Viserys asks while you pull out what you needed in the heavy bag you put down on the ground. 

You shrug nonchalantly as you wrap the blood pressure band around his arm. “Awful like always, but I’ll live.”

The balding platinum haired man frowns at that. “I really wished you’d let me hire a chauffeur for you.”

You chuckle, writing down his numbers on your phone’s notes app and moving on to test his blood sugar level. “And I told you, I spend way too much on my monthly bus pass for you to do that. Besides, I like taking public transportation—“ Viserys gives you a look. “… Sometimes.”

Once you have all of Viserys’ numbers for the day and nothing concerning pops up, you text everything to his primary nurse who visits him once a week, Samwell Tarly. 

As you get a text back from Sam -– “Thank you, ____! 😀” — Visery slowly sits up and asks, “A little game of Cyvasse for old time sakes?”

You groan and frown deeply in a way that definitely shows your age of twenty-two, but you follow him anyway to the table in one of the corners of the room with the Cyvasse game on top. 

Not even ten minutes later, Viserys sighs heavily as he watches you make another wrong move. Honestly, you’ve tried plenty of times to understand this board game but it is just lost on you. At this point, you are just moving pieces you think are the ugliest so they can be taken off the board quicker.

“When is your family visiting?” Visersy asks while taking out another one of your pawns, only four of your pieces left on the board versus his fifteen. “Your father is the only one that gives me a challenge in this game and I miss that — well, your father and my younger brother.”

You shrug, moving a piece that he just knocks over a second later. Honestly, he can be playing the game just as bad as you and you would be none the wiser. “Probably not anytime soon. Autumn is the busiest season at Ironrath with the ironwood and all.”

Viserys hums, winning the game. Then he looks straight at you. “You know, your mother called yesterday–”

“Ugh…” your head falls dramatically, already knowing what he is probably going to say next.

“She said you haven’t been picking up her calls and barely answering her messages.”

Yup, there it is.

You stand up, walking over to the table where you dropped off the packages and pick it up to bring to him. 

“It’s not that I’ve been avoiding her. I’ve just been so busy – with classes, extracurriculars, this job…” you tell him as you hand him a package decorated with silver star stickers from his daughter Helaena at King’s Landing, a postcard from Dorne from his grandsons’ Jace and Luke who are vacationing there at the moment, and a letter from Otto Hightower — his father-in-law from his second marriage. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to call her tonight.”

“Is this job too much on top of all of your studies?” Viserys asks, full of concern. “Because—“

“No, it’s not this job,” you reassure him. “I’m just shit at time management. Sansa’s helping me out with that though.”

“Well I hope you are at least taking time for yourself. Your youth should be spent having fun and not being stressed about the future.”

Easier said than done, you think but you let him know instead, “My friends and I had a picnic today. That was fun! And—” Hold on, you just remembered something, “ I … actually got invited to a party tomorrow night… by Aemond.”

At the mention of his son, Viserys’ head tilts in confusion. “Aemond…? I didn’t know you two were friends.”

You scoff out a chuckle. “We’re not… That’s what’s weird about it.”

Viserys hums in thought for a while then smiles at you. “I think you should go to the party with him!”

You make a face and he chuckles, encouraging further, “I’m being serious! My son needs a good influence like you in his life… and under that cold exterior, I know my boy is as sweet as can be. Just give him a chance!” 

Sweet is the last word you would use to describe Aemond Targaryen. Maybe agreeable would have been more suitable. But you know how much Viserys loves his family – as distant as they all may be from him – so you just let it go with a sigh.

And like you told his son earlier, you tell him the same with a tight smile, “… I’ll think about it…”

--

Turns out, you didn’t even need to think about it. 

No. No thinking was involved. 

Not when you are basically kidnapped out of your apartment. As soon as you get home from the library, you are being grabbed around the waist hauled up and out of your modest and tiny living space. 

“How dare you ! You are supposed to be on my team! Team Always Stay At Home Like Gremlins!” You seethe furiously at your best friend and roommate, Jon Snow, who has a hold of your feet to stop you from kicking the man who has you on his shoulder. 

“I know ! I’m sorry, but… Margaery told me to…” Jon says with a weary and apologetic smile. “And plus… Sansa’s going to the party.”

“She’s your cousin, you weirdo !” You bite back at him, and from over your shoulder you can see he is just blushing profusely, unperturbed by the accusation you threw at him. Under you, Theon Greyjoy is laughing so hard in that annoying way of his, so you warn him, “Don’t even get me started with you, buddy.”

He shuts his mouth rather quickly after that.

You are hauled into the car waiting at the front of the apartment, and when you settle in as comfortably as you could after getting tossed into the backseat by Theon, you are faced with Robb and Meera peering back at you from the front seats. 

“Where’s Sansa and Marg?” You ask once the car pulls away, sandwiched between Jon and Theon. 

“Oh, you know… taking a million hours to get ready,” Robb says as he turns right on a street that the robotic lady navigating him tells him to turn at — heading to Loras Tyrell’s penthouse. 

You gesture down at your own outfit — a cream oversized Vale U hoodie and loose blue jeans. “And I didn’t get the same courtesy because…?”

You are not even going to mention your unstyled hair and lack of makeup. 

Meera playfully rolls her eyes. “You look great… like always.”

You stick your tongue out at her while grabbing your phone out of your pocket. 

To Aemond — Heeeeey! I’m coming to the party! You don’t need to pick me up, I have a ride and I’m already on my way there! — see you soon 😃 !

Then before you have a chance to put it away, you notice the little message typing bubble pop up and you wait for a few seconds, and then…

Your mouth gapes open in offense. 

The asshole leaves you on read. 

--

“Maybe he got distracted with something,” of course it’s Jon trying to reason and be practical about the whole situation, always trying to give people the benefit of the doubt. Sometimes it just sounds like he is playing devil’s advocate — like this time, since it involves Aemond “The Ice Prince” Targaryen. “Didn’t you say he was typing something before he didn’t respond at all?”

“I think he is just a right royal prick,” Robb states, which makes the girl he has his arms around giggle.

All your friends are stuffed into an elevator now heading up to the party at Margaery’s brother’s place. And instead of being excited for the night since Loras usually throws the best parties, you’re just pissed off, staring at the read receipt you’ve gotten more than 20 minutes ago. 

“Thank you, Robb!” You appreciate that you at least have someone on your side on this. 

“Watch though, as soon as we step inside, he’ll be a blubbering mess and he’ll tell you he couldn’t respond because the ____ ____ actually messaged him back,” Margaery predicts, somewhat jokingly. 

“Now that I can’t ever see happening in a million years!” Theon snickers. “Do you see what she’s wearing?”

Gasping, you slap his arm. “You said I looked fine, you dick!”

“Meera said you looked fine, I didn’t say nor agree with anything!”

With your friends laughing at yours and Theon’s shenanigans and just when you were about to hit him again, the door of the elevator opens to the sound of smooth R&B. 

“Is that…?” You trail off, listening closely when you step out the elevator. Once you recognize the artist singing live for the party guests, you hit Theon’s arm multiple times out of excitement. “GREY WORM?!”

You ignore Theon’s whining and pouting about how you are hurting him (you weren’t, he’s just being dramatic) to squeal with Sansa – who also loves the up and coming vocalist just as much as you do. 

Sansa links her arm around yours and the two of you set off to the huge living area to join the crowd dancing and singing along with Grey Worm. 

Margaery and Robb find the two of you later in the middle of the dancefloor, still dancing and singing your lungs out. They bring with them four little cups, and after toasting with your friends, you knock back your first shot for the night — and definitely not the last.

After Grey Worm plays his last encore song for the night, you boo lightheartedly with the crowd making the handsome Astapori laugh, promising he’ll be back in the Vale soon for a proper concert. When he steps off the “stage” (which was just a 6 inch platform) he kisses the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen and you almost want to boo seriously because how are you supposed to compete with that?!

You pout with Sansa, both your dreams dashed in an instant. As the DJ returns to her booth, the room is shaken with the loud bass of HEATED by Beyoncé – the most popular artist in all six continents of the world – you turn to Margaery to ask, “Why was Grey Worm the opening act and Ramsay’s dark-sided heavy metal band the main one for the night?”

Margaery sighs and rolls her eyes, “Well, Renly just signed Ramsay’s band to his label so my brother wanted to be the ever supportive boyfriend… I told him to switch it around but when he asked Ramsay, the manchild threw a fit…”

“Of course he did,” Sansa says, shaking her head in mild disbelief. 

“Let’s stop talking about the prick and have some fun before he inevitably goes on that stage, yeah?” Robb suggests, and you all agree with him, deciding not to let Ramsay ruin your night. Maybe later, when he does start his set, you can all just head to the outdoor balcony with the pool and mini bar.  

You stay dancing with your friends until the song ends before you part with them to grab yourself another drink. You were also incredibly hot, so once you were out of the crowd, you pull off your hoodie, now only wearing a white tank top – very Olivia Rodrigo chic. You toss the hoodie onto one of the couches, knowing no one here will ever steal Vale U merch (and if someone does, it’s whatever) and then you head to the bar. You take another shot while you order a peach bellini and as you wait for your drink to be made, your eyes scan the room. The party is in full swing now and there has to be more than fifty people in this room alone, so there must be plenty more in other areas of the penthouse. Just as you get your drink, you notice someone from the corner of your eyes standing against the wall by a loveseat pretty close to you. 

The guy who left you on read, Aemond Targaryen. 

You suppose you weren’t pissed off anymore (and perhaps Jon was right that he got distracted by something) so you decide you should at least say hi. With your drink in hand, you walk to him and you have to admit… He is looking pretty good tonight. The black silk button up shirt he has on fits so nicely against his body and it is tucked into an equally as tight leather pants that left no room to the imagination. You might have drooled a little, you’re not even going to lie. 

As you approach him, his eye lands on you, taking in you in a way that makes you feel like he is devouring you whole. His mouth parts slightly while his thumb starts to skim across the rim of the glass cup of whiskey on ice he is holding. Maybe it’s the shots you’ve taken, or maybe Meera was right — maybe you do look good.

You were so distracted by how handsome he looks that you didn’t even notice the company he is with until it was too late. 

“Well, well… Isn’t this a nice surprise, angel eyes?” Is what you hear when you are about to say hello to Aemond. As you grimace at the sound of his voice, Aemond looks between you and the man sitting on the couch he is beside. 

Ramsay takes away the arm he has around the girl who is sitting with him to put both his elbows on his knees and clasps his hands together, leaning forward to regard you closer. 

“Finally ready to make nice again, sweetheart?” Ramsay asks you, that infuriating smirk on his lips. 

“You two know each other?!” Aegon Targaryen — Aemond’s older brother by three years — questions like he cannot believe it to be true. You wish it wasn’t true. But sadly, it is. You went on five dates with the scumbag just last year. 

“No,” you tut out at the same time Ramsay replies, “She’s my ex.”

“Ex?!” you scoff out with a laugh. “We went on, like, five dates, my dude.”

Ramsay gasps mockingly, grabbing onto his chest. “Oh sweetheart, how you wound my fragile heart. I thought what we had was special!”

You roll your eyes, but decide not to give him the satisfaction of another reply from you. So you turn to Aemond instead, throwing him a very expectant smile but you are met with a carefully neutral expression. You falter slightly under his stare, licking your lips and then pressing it together before you tell him, “Hey, uh, sorry I didn’t come here with you. I got pretty much held hostage by my friends as soon as I got home from school.”

Aemond nods slowly with a throaty hum. “It’s fine.”

Feeling several eyes on you, you mirror the bob of his head as you wait for him to say something — anything — else. 

“Are you… having fun?” You ask, breaking first.

Eye still on you, Aemond shrugs nonchalantly. But after a couple of seconds, he turns his head away, looking to the side as he takes a sip of his drink, then keeps his stare at the dancing crowd as if you weren’t even standing in front of him.

You let out a humorless chuckle, trying not to feel rejected. 

“Okay, then… Great talk,” you murmur, then you promptly walk away before you humiliate yourself any further. 

What is his deal ?

First he invites you to this stupid party, then he leaves you on read, and now he makes you a fool in front of all his friends…

Honestly… It’s on you for expecting anything different.

--

Once you turn to leave, Aemond is quick to watch you walk away with an indecipherable look on his face. Never once taking his eye off you until you eventually blend into the crowd. 

“Was that her?” Vis asks — a distant cousin of Aemond’s, with the same name as his dad (a Targaryen thing; after the 10th generation they just became less and less creative and started reusing the same 10 names). “Is that the girl?” 

“Yesss , it issss!” Aegon answers in a sing-song, slurring his words from the many shots and bottles of beer he has downed already. 

“The girl?” Ramsay questions, frowning in confusion. Meanwhile, Vis grimaces in disgust, muttering something rude about your outfit.

“The girl Aemond needs to trick into falling in love with him,” Aegon supplies, walking over to his younger brother to wrap his arm around the taller man. With his hand grasping tight on Aemond, Aegon shakes him and sharply hisses in his ear, “And you’re already fucking it up, little brother.”

With a scowl, Aemond jerks aggressively, successful with getting his brother off of him with a shrug of his shoulder and an elbow into Aegon’s stomach.

“Ooooh , ___ is the girl?” Ramsay exclaims, blue eyes lighting up with excitement at the remembrance of what they had all talked about about a week ago. “You should have told me earlier, and I wouldn’t have said all that… Now, I just reminded her of all the good times we had together–” Winking at Aemond, he finishes with, “It’s going to be tougher for you now, little Aemond.”

Aemond scoffs, eyes rolling off to the side. 

Vis’ younger sister, Dany, turns to Ramsay, her thick and pretty brows drawing together in confusion. “Isn’t that the girl that blocked you on all her social media accounts?”

“Yeah,” Ramsay’s head rolls slowly from one side to the other as if saying ‘what of it?’. “Because she was so madly in love with me and was so distraught to find out she wasn’t the only girl I was dating at the time…”

At that, Aemond decides it’s time to tune Ramsay’s annoying ass out. He huffs out, finishing his drink to leave his group of… people he hangs out with, to get another at the bar. 

He feels someone following behind him, but they don’t make themselves known until they are both standing by the bar.

“You’re acting like a bigger asshole than you usually are tonight,” Alys Rivers tells Aemond without any prompting after they order their drinks. Just as he was about to roll his eye for the hundredth time that evening, Alys shakes her head and holds a finger up, “ Don’t roll your eye at me… You know I’m right.”

Aemond sighs and says nothing because she is right, and so he sips on his drink instead as soon as it is slid towards him. 

Alys turns her whole body towards him, direct and headstrong like always when she tells him,  “How do you expect her to fall in love with you even just a little bit if you treat her like that?”

Aemond holds her gaze for only a few seconds before it drops down to the clinking of melting ice in the cup he had placed on the bar table. “This is the stupidest plan I’ve ever agreed to be a part of.”

The only person that he actually likes in his so-called friend group lets out a short chuckle, reminding him, “I’m pretty sure I told you that when Aegon first mentioned it.” 

Aemond lets out a dissatisfied hum, bringing his glass up to his mouth to take another swallow. 

“You know you can just… not do it. Leave the poor girl alone.”

Aemond frowns. “I’m already in it.”

Alys snorts at that. “Barely.”

Then Aemond goes quiet, deep in thought. Because once again, Alys is right. He can just back out, let Aegon do this stupid plan. Why should he waste his time on this? Waste his time with you? 

But then again… He doesn’t trust his brother to do anything right. So in the end, it has to be him.

“I have to do it,” he says in a way that leaves no room for doubt. “You know what’s at stake, Alys.”

At that, Alys sighs heavily and nods in relent. “Right. Of course…” Then she offers him an encouraging smile. “At least we now know it won’t be that hard for her to fall for you… She did date Ramsay after all…”

Aemond lets out a combination of a snort and a chuckle, tipping his glass towards Alys. “You’re right.”

Her small smile spreads into a bigger one, eyes rolling teasingly. “I’m always right, Aemond. You should know that by now,” then as she clinks her glass against his, she adds, “And I have one more prediction with this idiotic plan of yours.”

Leaning on the elbow he has rested on the table, Aemond tips his head to the side and decides to humor her with a question, “And what’s that?”

With a secretive smirk, Alys brings her wine glass up to her dark red lips and says before taking a sip, “You’re going to accidentally fall for her first.”

And for the first time in forever, Aemond actually lets out an uncharacteristically loud laugh, gazing incredulously at his friend like she has gone crazy.

Because that will never, ever happen. Not in a million years.

--

Much to your surprise, it is Gendry Baratheon who pulls you out of your sour mood with his silly jokes and cute flirty comments.

When he asks you to dance, you glance discreetly to Sansa for permission but she is too busy canoodling with her cousin , so you look towards the next best option — Robb. The oldest Stark sibling gives you a thumbs up. Their younger sister, Arya, dated the hot architecture major but dumped him before she dropped out of uni just the previous year to travel the world and learn from experience instead of books. 

You’re glad for his approval, because as you grind your hips against Gendry’s with his hands tight on your waist, you realize how much you are a sucker for pretty boys with dark hair and light eyes. That’s probably the only reason you swiped right on Ramsay.

“You know, I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while…” Gendry simmers, the pupils in his bright blue eyes blown with desire, pressing himself even firmer against you. Very firm indeed. 

“Yeah?” You smirk with an adorable tilt of your head, threading your fingers into the hair on the nape of his neck, bringing his face down closer to yours. “And why didn’t you?”

His long dark lashes flatter, eyes roaming your face as he murmurs somewhat absentmindedly, “You really don’t know how intimidatingly gorgeous you are, do you…?”

After a gleeful giggle, you let out a soft sigh as you lean in at the same time, wanting to close the distance between your lips. But just when your mouth is about to touch Gendry’s chapped yet alluring lips, you are being yanked away from him rather harshly with a hand that had just clasped around your elbow. At the rather disorienting motion of the pull, you end up smacking face first into the chest of the person who is the culprit of the rude interruption. 

The guy smells so goddamn good that you almost melt into him, until you remember why your nose is pressed onto him in the first place —

“What the heck?!” You cry out, prying yourself away from the person to glare at them. What you find is Aemond staring down at you before he glances over at the man behind you. 

“It’s a bit of a bastard move to try and stick your tongue down the throat of someone else’s date, don’t you think, Baratheon?” 

Both yours and Gendry’s mouth drop at Aemond’s accusatory statement. 

DATE?! WHAT IS THIS SCUMBAG ON ABOUT?!

“Sorry, man… I honestly didn’t know you two were a thing…” Gendry apologizes to Aemond, then looks at you longingly before he walks away, muttering under his breath, “Seven Hells, I need another drink.”

“Wait, Gen …” you trail off when he glances at you in a way that makes you falter, shaking his head with a heavy sigh of disappointment – which you think might not be because he thinks you’re taken but because he expected better of you to not cheat on your boyfriend . You want to stop him and tell him it wasn’t true because it’s not!

“No… come back…” You cry out pathetically, reaching out dramatically but he is already too far gone. You deflate, wallowing in your sadness for a couple more seconds until your ire strikes and you glower at the reason you did not end the night with making out with one of the hottest guys at the party. 

In the middle of the dancefloor, Aemond stands stiff rod straight with his hands clasped together behind his back, a shit-eating grin lifting his lips. 

Bitch, you declare in your mind. 

Your arms are wildly moving when you ask him incredulously, “What the hell was that?” Then quieter, you harshly whisper, “Why did you tell him I was your date?!”

“I invited you to this party, didn’t I?” Aemond questions, head cocking.

“Yeah…?”

“And you texted me you’re coming…” “You mean the text you ig–”

“So then that means you’re my date,” Aemond declares as if it’s that simple, cutting you off rudely. Then his hand clutches over his heart, pouting mockingly. “and you’ve hurt my feelings terribly by dancing with another guy.”

You might not be as sober as you thought because instead of remaining pissed off, you are actually kinda… impressed . This is the most personality you have ever seen Aemond have. A bit vindictive, sure, but at least he is not all emo sad sulking boy like you previously thought he was just. 

Though… unlucky for him… you can be quite a menace yourself. And you still haven’t forgiven him for leaving you on read, making you look dumb in front of his friends, and now cockblocking you from getting a hot piece of ass— Oh boy… You are heated all over again. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Aemond,” you say with poutiest of pouts (the one you use whenever you want something to go your way. And it usually works, just ask Jon and all the times he went out to the 24 hours convenience store a few streets down at two in the morning to grab whatever you wanted) then you mirror him, grabbing at your heart. 

Aemond’s eye flicker down from your begrudgingly cute face to where your hand lands, taking a sharp inhale as you squeeze your boob, before meeting your eyes again with his own wide, looking so confused at your sudden 180 — and also, why are you fondling yourself?! 

“How will I ever make it up to you?”

But you give him no chance to answer because you all of the sudden perk up, clapping your hands together as you exclaim, “I know! Since you wanted to dance with me so badly—“ you titter out a quite evil-sounding giggle, “— then we’re gonna dance, baby !”

Aemond frowns, shaking his head minutely, “I didn’t—“

But you’re already dancing — and quite horribly as well. Where was the rhythm you had when you were grinding with the Baratheon bastard? Aemond wonders while watching your every uncoordinated move with an unimpressed hmm. 

Little does he know, you’re dancing this bad on purpose. You can dance — maybe not as well as Meera but you can keep a rhythm. For Aemond though — your sweet, sweet date who is always so prim, proper and collected — oh how embarrassed he will be to be seen with someone who is not as perfect as him. Someone who can’t help but make a fool of herself and in turn, him , for being tied to her. 

With your fists pressing against your chest and your elbows out, you start to shake your arms back and forth. You’re actually surprised Aemond is able to hold eye contact with you… Maybe you’re not doing enough? So you suppose you need to turn it up a notch. 

And as if the DJ is your partner in crime, the next song she plays is absolutely perfect. 

I can lick it, I can ride it while you slippin’ and slidin’..

You start with something easy, dipping your hips side to side, enough to be sensual and then— 

I can do all them little tricks…

BAM!

The sprinkler! You even make the sound effect, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth to sound out the tcktcktcktck as you wave your arm above your head in a jerking motion. 

And keep the dick up inside it…

You jump, landing on your feet wide apart with bent and spread knees, smacking the top of your thighs loudly. Aemond’s face remains completely unfazed even though there is an audience starting to surround the two of you now. But your gaze only on each other. 

You can smack it, you can grip it…

You straighten up, turning around swiftly, slapping your butt next as you look over your shoulder at Aemond with a wink. You hear people hoot and holler — sounding a lot like Theon and Margaery. 

You can go down and kiss it…

Grinning at your friend’s encouragement, you drop down— 

All the way to the floor, laying on your front on the ground to wave your whole body, doing the worm so impressively and backwards instead of forward that the whole crowd cheers so loudly. 

You hop up just as fast onto your feet, looking down at yourself and find you were lucky enough to not have a drip of gross wetness on you from all the drinks sloshed onto the floor throughout the night. Now that’s a miracle. 

And every time he leave me ‘lone, he always tell me he miss it…

After shrugging to yourself, you make eye contact with Aemond again, stepping towards him with a sultry smirk, your fingers trailing on his body as you make your way around him, stopping behind him to breathily sing into his ear the next part…

He want a F-F-R-EEeeEee-A-K…

You suppress the giggle when you feel him shiver. Probably out of disgust and mortification — and you couldn’t be more proud of yourself. 

You move again, to complete your circling around him, finally almost in front of him again—

F-F-R-Eee—-

“—EEP!” 

That was you, bleeting louder than the music, all because you were suddenly grabbed by the waist and dipped down low by none other than Aemond Targaryen. 

The crowd goes wild, thinking that what is happening in front of them is a risqué kiss between the Ice Prince and the weird dancing girl. But it is not that all, because what Aemond’s pretty long hair has hidden from view of prying eyes is not a stolen kiss, but it’s his burning gaze on you as he growls a little too ferally, “You think you’re real cute, don’t you, love?”

As he impressively keeps the two of you in that position, his arm solidly around your waist and his other hand cupping the back of your head so gently, you can’t help but really look at him for the first time in your life. It’s hard to deny it, but he really is so easy on the eye. The slope of his nose is enviously perfect, his violet eye the brightest and most vibrant out of all his family, and…

Though he did not move one inch during your dance for him, Aemond is breathing quite as heavily as you are. The puff of his hot breath on your mouth has you looking down, and his eye follows where you look.

Aemond’s lips… They look so soft and the shape of them so sharp at the edges… You kind of want a feel of them against yours. Just to see…

His tongue peeks out, wetting his mouth, and you blink slow in rapt attention. Once he is done, you flutter your lashes, glancing back up to meet his gaze from beneath them. 

He is too undeniably pretty, it’s unfair!

If Aemond is moving closer towards you, you don’t notice. Your nerves are getting the better of you, all thoughts have gone out the window. 

And that is why you so suddenly blurt out with a crooked smile, “So… ya like jazz?”

Aemond’s features twist into one of confusion before he starts to laugh as he pulls the both of you up to stand. The crowd has disappeared, onto the next big thing — a fight that broke out in the kitchen. But you and Aemond stay, with also a few stragglers still dancing. 

You burn with embarrassment. This is Jon’s fault! He’s the one who suggested to watch The Bee Movie last night. And you know what’s also his fault? The reason you were born in the first place! If his mom — your god mother Lyanna, and also your mom’s best friend — hadn’t gotten knocked up by her summer fling, your mother wouldn’t have begged your dad to start a family so quickly because they’ve always wanted to have their kids grow up together. 

While you make threats at Jon Snow in your head — promising he will rue the day he was born — Aemond is still laughing, telling you, “You’re absolutely ridiculous.”

You take a chance to glance sideways at him….

The smile that lights up Aemond’s face is so gorgeous and glorious that your mouth parts in awe and your heartbeat starts to race. 

As you continue to openly stare now, it dawns on you that this is the first you’ve seen Aemond with such a genuine smile. The others were either snarky smirks or put on to appease whoever he was speaking to. 

You can’t believe he has been hiding this from the world. 

“Wow… You should smile more often,” you murmur without really thinking about it. “It looks nice on you.”

His face flattens as soon as the words leave you, pink blushing his cheeks and his ears as he swiftly turns on his heels to walk away. You don’t allow him to get far, grabbing onto his hand to pull him back towards you, whining out with laughter, “Noooo … don’t be embarrassed! I’ll shut up!”

After heaving the most exhausted sigh you’ve ever heard, Aemond turns back around to face you. You flutter your lashes at him to seem innocent, an overly optimistic smile rounding your cheeks adorably. 

“Do you want to dance?” You ask him. “Like, for real this time?”

While he eyes you warily, Aemond finds himself nodding slowly. At his acceptance, you let out a goblin like giggle of heh heh heh while you take his other hand, both of his in both of yours.

You start to move, encouraging him to do so too with the bobbing of your head in time with the beat of the music. Clearing his throat, Aemond begins to move as well… And you don’t know how but… He makes the simplest move of swaying side to side look so… painful.

“Oh, okay, wow…” You mutter, head tilting while looking down at his feet. “… Not the best footwork…”

“I thought you said you’ll shut up?” Aemond snaps with a fierce glare your way. You manage to suppress another laugh, tightly pressing your lips together to motion a pretend zipper closing across the seam of it with your fingers before lacing your hand with his again. 

You spend the next half hour teaching him how to dance. It wasn’t particularly successful, but at least you had fun!

You think Aemond did too.

He smiled and laughed more times than you can count with both your hands.

And like you told him earlier, it looks nice on him.

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Aemond drives you home before Ramsay’s band starts their set. Not because you didn’t want to watch them (which you didn’t, but that’s besides the point) but because the worm you did actually hurt your back a little, the pain didn’t start until later. 

So as you lay in your bed, you make a note to yourself: never do the worm again. 

Scratch that. 

Never do the worm again drunk. 

Come on! You can’t completely forego a classic!

Growing more tired, you check your phone one last time. Shooting your friends messages to get home safe and also to Jon — please pick me up some pain killers 🥺. 

Then for some reason the last message conversation you open up is the one with the newest contact on your phone. 

It’s barely a conversation , you think to yourself as you stare at the glaring read receipt. And yet that doesn’t stop you from double texting. 

To Aemond — I had fun with you tonight ☺️

You turn to your side just as the all too familiar ‘…’ bubble from his side of the conversation pops up. You frown at your phone; waiting, and waiting, and waiting, and…

Your eyes light up, grinning wide with an overjoyed giggle. 

Because Aemond didn’t leave you hanging this time. Not at all. 

From Aemond — I had fun with you as well.  — Have a good night.  — Rest well and take a Poppyvil for your back.  — If it gets worse tomorrow, let me know. 

You send him back an ‘I will 🤠’ before you begin to drift off to sleep, your phone pressed to your chest and a smile on your face put on there by the last person you would ever expect to — Aemond Targaryen.

untitled playlist 🎵 nothing else i could do · ella jane

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author’s note: i hope you guys enjoy the first part of this story :)!! i’m so so excited for the rest!! the song that will be at the end of every chapter (or maybe scattered throughout the fic, i’m not sure yet lol) is a song that the oc puts in a playlist that she unknowingly makes with aemond in mind hehe.

let me know what you think!! feedback keeps us writers motivated :)!!

[claymoresword]

Wild Nights

Margaery Tyrell x Baratheon Fem!Reader

Summary: Margaery Tyrell has a long term secret affair with the King's oldest sister.

Wordcount: 2.4k

Warnings: smut, g!p reader, transmasc coded reader, alpha/beta/omega dynamics if you squint, breeding kink, cheating, penetrative sex, blow job, porn absolutely no plot

Note: ok this is totally self indulgent and literally no one asked for it but i've had the idea floating around in my mind since i finished GOT literally 9 months ago but i finally found the motivation to sit down and write so here it is...

not sure if anyone is gonna even click on this tbh but if you're here hi! enjoy!

Just as you are about to drift off into a slumber, you're jolted awake at the sound of knocking on your door.

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you glanced at the window, it was still pitch black out, as you were well into the hour of the owl.

For a moment you wonder if you had imagined the noise, but when you hear the same knocking again, you climb out of bed.

"Who goes there?" You asked as you approached the door but you received no response.

Curiosity gets the better of you, with a firm hand on the knob you pull the door open slightly, your expression immediately relaxes once you realize who it was standing on the other side.

"Hello, y/n" Your sister in law greets you.

The Queen stood with her arms wrapped around herself, her robe clearly not providing her adequate warmth as she shudders.

The fireplace alight in your chambers being the only reason you aren't affected by the piercing chill of the night.

You find yourself taking in Margaery's appearance; only in her nightgown and robe, her hair loose and unkept. You study the charming curve of her lips as she gazes at you. Even in the dead of the night, she remains breathtaking.

"Your Grace, is everything alright?" You ask with real concern, the expression the other woman gives you in return is sheepish.

"I could not find sleep." Margaery admits and your stare turns incredulous, but you remain unmoving.

"May I come in?" She asks after a beat and you remain silent but you finally pull your door open wider, allowing her to enter.

**

As soon as you shut the door, Margaery is on you.

She kisses you, heavy and desperate, her body flush against yours. It shocks your entire system, however, the feeling quickly morphs into a wave of arousal as her tongue enters your mouth.

You feel your cock beginning to harden in your breeches as you rest your hand on the small of her back before moving it to grip her waist.

"Wait–" You say breaking the kiss, Margaery makes no attempt to hide her fervor; she chases your lips, before halting to meet your gaze.

"Shouldn't you be in bed with your husband?" You taunt, although already knowing the response.

Since they've gotten married Margaery has shown no true interest in Tommen. It was you she wanted from the start, you she would have chosen to wed if the matter of union was up to her.

The glint in Margaery's eye as she prepares to answer only works to excite you further.

"I don't want my husband." She responds, capturing your lips for another searing kiss, this time you chase her lips as she pulls away.

"He is clumsy and inadequate." Margaery quips, kissing you again. She leans back slightly to playfully tug on your bottom lip with her teeth.

Once again you feel blood rushing directly to your groin, your cock now throbbing as your breath shallows.

Margaery notices immediately as the hardened bulge remains pressed up against her thigh. A shiver runs through you as you watch her smirk grow.

"Whereas, you always know where to put your hands.." She explains, tilting her head to plant a lingering kiss on your jaw before moving to your neck.

You feel her hot breath against your skin as she reaches down to boldly palm you over your breeches.

"You know exactly where to kiss me." Margaery whispers before placing an open mouthed kiss on your neck, you have to fight the urge to grind your member into her hand.

"You know how to make me feel good." The Queen adds, her mouth now lingering over your ear, she plants a wet kiss against it and she moves her hand so she may begin unlacing your breeches.

"Fuck–" You say, already so unbelievably aroused, your cock straining almost painfully.

You reach down to assist her, hastily undoing the laces before pulling down your breeches.

Margaery merely chuckles darkly at your impatience.

You pull down your pants, finally revealing your cock, hard to the touch and already dripping with your seed.

Margaery's eyes remain on the length in between your legs, her expression betrays a raw and primal hunger.

You grab a handful of her hair, pulling her close for a sloppy kiss, one she reciprocates eagerly, you don't pull away until you are both panting.

"Get on your knees, sweet girl. I want to feel your pretty mouth around my cock." You order with a firm hand still gripping a handful of Margaery's hair.

The Queen obeys with no protest, you watched as she kneeled before you.

Margaery swipes her thumb across the head, lubricating it with your own release. She then wraps her fingers around your girth, stroking it with purpose and dexterity.

Her hand felt good, but it was not enough.

With your hand still firmly on the back of her head, you guide her face closer, desperate to feel her mouth.

Margaery decides to give you what you need, she runs her tongue down your length before finally wrapping her mouth around the tip. She takes in a deep breath, lowering herself, soon she has all of you in her mouth, her tongue flat against your cock as she sucks.

"Fuck– You mouth feels amazing." You praise through pants, and Margaery lets out a moan in response.

Her mouth continues to work towards your pleasure, she lowers her head further, you let out a groan as the tip of your cock comes into contact with the back of her throat.

"I'm close–" You say, and Margaery continues her steady pace, sucking your cock like her life depended on it.

You shut your eyes as you rest your head against the door. Soon you are unable to focus on anything beyond the feeling of Margaery's talented mouth as she brings you to your release.

You empty yourself in her mouth, the Queen makes no effort to pull away, placing a firm hand on your rear to hold you close as she swallows every drop.

You release your grip on her hair and the other woman finally pulls away, your member falls out of her mouth as she does.

You swiftly bend down, crashing your lips against Margaery's as she rises, your tongue enters her mouth shamelessly and without reserve, tasting your own release.

In just a few moments you feel your cock return to its hardened state once again.

You pull Margaery closer, until her body is flush against your own, you wish to ravage her, worship her, wreck her, just to put her back together again.

"My turn." You breathe out against her lips, swiftly pulling her robe off her body.

**

You kick away your own breeches that were pooled by your feet before lifting your nightshirt over your head.

You attempt to do the same with Margaery's nightgown but she stops you with a hand on your wrist.

"Is something the matter?" You ask, even though Margaery's face indicates nothing of the sort.

"No, nothing is wrong. I just wish to go slowly, if you don't mind." The other woman says, biting her lip.

"Ofcourse, anything you want." You reassure, and Margaery grins.

"Good." She says, getting on her tiptoes to kiss you again, she begins leading you to the bed.

The back of your knees hit the bedframe and Margaery nudges you by the chest slightly, gesturing for you to take a seat.

You watched intently as she kicked off her footwear before moving her hands to the laces of her nightgown.

However, her movements are tantalizingly slow, and you are only growing increasingly mad with need.

Your mouth remains agape as you observe her and Margaery has to purse her lips, stifling her amusement.

Then it finally occurs to you; Margaery doesn't want to go slowly for her own benefit, she only aims to torture you.

"My love.." You plead.

The other woman merely smiles, feigned innocence.

"Hm?" Margaery says as she finally grabs the hem of her nightgown, but she's still not moving fast enough.

Your cock remained unbearably hard, standing at attention.

You take it upon yourself to start stroking your length, in an attempt to take advantage of the sight before you and douse the burning heat at the pit of your stomach.

Margaery is finally naked, she soon steps closer, lifting your chin before capturing your lips with hers. She then reaches down to grab your hand, pulling it away so you would stop pleasuring yourself.

Before you get a chance to protest, the other woman finally climbs onto the bed, situating her legs on either side of your lap, languidly straddling you. Your mouth continues moving against hers with intensity and desperation.

Margaery's hands remain on your shoulders as she steadies herself, and you prepare yourself, but much to your dismay, the Queen makes no effort to make you enter her.

As her lips leave yours, your expression is almost pained but Margaery only seems to thrive off it.

"Do you want me?" She asks, grinding her heat against the length of your cock, coating it with her arousal.

"I do– please." Your voice trembles with need, as you grip her waist firmly attempting to guide her, but the other woman does not budge.

The tip of your cock is now prodding her entrance, you can feel just how wet she is, but Margaery's composure doesn't falter.

You decide to take a different approach.

"I want to feel your tight cunt wrapped around me. I want to stretch you out until you're all sore, until you have trouble walking and sitting down on the morrow." You say, and it works to break her resolve.

Margaery's gaze visibly darkens as she grips the base of your length, holding it place as she lowers herself onto you.

You both throw your head back at the initial sensation, Margaery lets out an unrestrained moan and you respond with a groan.

Her cunt felt so warm and wet, it made you see stars. As she begins to move her hips, the Queen moans again, loud and unapologetic.

You were certain in the quiet of the night, the entire Red Keep would be privy to her blatant calls of pleasure, but neither of you cared.

Margaery's fingers threaded through your hair before she roughly grabbed a handful of it. You wince at the sensation, but the pain quickly dissappears within the immense pleasure you feel as Margaery picks up the pace.

The Queen's gasps are broken and incoherent, the feeling of your cock repeatedly hitting the right spots within her, stretching her out in the best way, makes it impossible for her to catch her breath.

You lean forward to swipe your tongue across one of her nipples before wrapping your lips around it as you begin sucking.

Margaery lets out a wretched whine at the feeling, she moves her hips harder as you turn your attention to her other breast.

"Does my cock feel good, my love?" You ask, a firm hand against her jaw so she's forced to look at you.

"Yes– so good– You always make me feel so good." Margaery admits in between pants before throwing her head back once again.

You can tell her release is approaching as her movements grow inconsistent, her walls clenched tightly around your girth.

Soon Margaery comes undone on your cock, her moans reverberating through your chambers as the orgasm rips through her.

She goes slack on top of you from the sheer force of it, resting her head on your shoulder as she attempts to catch her breath.

"Seven Hells." Margaery says, you feel her breath against your neck as she does.

**

The Queen is still trembling when you decide to flip your positions, the other woman lets out a gasp as you expertly lift her up before carefully laying her down onto the mattress.

You don't allow Margaery time to question it before you begin your thrusts, your cock still hard, hitting a spot deep within her.

"Oh, Gods– y/n" She moans, her hands find your back, her nails continue digging into your skin as you moved your hips, hard and fast.

With every gasp and moan from Margaery, you retaliate with grunts and groans. Her cunt feels so tight and wet around you, every thrust pushes you closer to your release.

You lean down to kiss the other woman and she kisses you back, open mouthed and messy.

You then tilt your head to do the same to her neck. You sink your teeth into her skin, leaving an ugly bruise just above her pulse point.

Margaery lets out a low groan at the sensation, pulling you closer by the back of your neck.

As the coil in your stomach tightens, you forcibly hold yourself up by your forearms, slowing down your thrusts in the process but keeping them just as deep.

"Shall I release my seed inside of you, sweet girl?" You ask, planting a chaste kiss against Margaery's cheek.

"Make you fat with my child again, would you like that?" You add, your fingers sinking into the flesh of her hip as she keeps her legs firmly wrapped around your waist.

Margaery nods, eager and ready, her own orgasm slowly creeping up on her.

"Yes– please– y/n, fill me with your seed. I wish to bear a dozen of your children, only yours." The Queen says, and it pushes you over the edge.

The coil finally snaps, and you release your seed deep inside Margaery's wanting cunt. At the same time, you feel her walls tighten around you as she lets out a loud moan, the Queen climaxed for the second time that night.

You collapse on top of her, unable to support your own weight any longer. Your bodies now slick with sweat, both of your chests heaving as you ride out your peak.

Margaery gently threads her fingers through your hair as you attempt to regain your strength.

"I love you." The Queen admits earnestly, just above a whisper, and your heart pounds and constricts with adoration for the other woman.

"I love you more." You respond, lifting your head to look at her.

[fantasydreamland]

Handmaiden

margaery tyrell x fem reader

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

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! This is my first time ever writing smut, wlw, lots of tension, possible spoilers

other Margaery fic - Secret Admirer

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

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

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

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

“So tell me about yourself.” She smiles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You chuckle and look down awkwardly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shortly after the bath is drawn she reappears.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry to hear that my lady.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh”

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

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

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

“Goodnight then.” She says sweetly.

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You walk closer as you listen to her vent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Help me with the back?” She asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wonderful?” You smirk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright then.” You give a soft smile.

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

“Goodnight my lady.”

“Goodnight (y/n).” She sighs.

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

-

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

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

“Good morning (y/n).” She smirks.

“Good morning.” You give a shy laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

[ladyofthearbor]

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.(tba)

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 ↴

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 : open

please send requests through asks, and feel free to be specific, it helps me a lot

unless the story is an oc x character my default is a fem!reader, if you want gender neutral please specify!!

i am a minor so i don’t feel comfortable writing smut and please don’t request it

so sorry if i disappear for a while sometimes, school’s a bitch

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ↴

GOLDEN TRIO ERA

⤷ harry potter

⤷ hermione granger

⤷ ronald weasley

⤷ fred weasley

⤷ george weasley

⤷ percy weasley

⤷ draco malfoy

⤷ pansy parkinson

⤷ lavender brown

⤷ parvati patil

⤷ padma patil

⤷ luna lovegood

⤷ cedric diggory

⤷ charlotte chang

⤷ dudley dursley

HPHM ERA

⤷ penny haywood

⤷ charlie weasley

⤷ bill weasley

⤷ jae kim

⤷ ben copper

⤷ ismelda murk

⤷ talbott winger

⤷ badeea ali

ASOIAF/GAME OF THRONES

⤷ eddard stark

⤷ brandon stark

⤷ robb stark

⤷ sansa stark

⤷ jon snow

⤷ theon greyjoy

⤷ asha greyjoy

⤷ euron “croweye” greyjoy

⤷ tywin lannister

⤷ tyrion lannister

⤷ bronn

⤷ jaime lannister

⤷ brienne of tarth(familial/platonic only)

⤷ petyr baelish

⤷ lothor brune

⤷ stannis baratheon

⤷ davos seaworth

⤷ margaery tyrell

⤷ elinor tyrell(platonic only bc i ship her and alyn too much)

⤷ alla tyrell

⤷ megga tyrell

⤷ willas tyrell

⤷ edmure tully

⤷ catelyn tully-stark

⤷ ramsay snow

⤷ roose bolton

⤷ wylla manderly

⤷ wynafryd manderly

⤷ any oc you like from one of my fics

STAR WARS

⤷ padme amidala

⤷ obi wan kenobi

⤷ sebulba /j

⤷ poe dameron

⤷ finn

⤷ armitage hux

⤷ captain phasma(platonic only)

⤷ rose tico

⤷ kaydel ko connix

ETERNALS

⤷ ikaris

⤷ sersi

⤷ ajak

⤷ druig

⤷ makkari

⤷ dane whitman

⤷ kingo

WHAT IF…?

⤷ peggy carter(1, 9)

⤷ stephen strange(4)

⤷ strange supreme(4, 8, 9)

⤷ sharon carter(5)

⤷ t’challa(2, 9)

⤷ nebula(2)

⤷ nebula(7)

⤷ natasha romanoff(captain carter universe, 9)

⤷ bruce banner(captain carter universe)

⤷ natasha romanoff(3)

⤷ natasha romanoff(8, 9)

⤷ gamora(9)

[multi-fandom-fanfiction]

WHAT I HAVE TO DO

Here is a list of my......

Request

ship request

drafts

Things I have to do

Ideas 

let me know which of these interest you guys the most and I will start with that. I am not sure where to start with so many so if you guys could vote and any you would like to see first.

These are all the requests I have for ships and Imagines if you don't see yours it was either lost or I never got it please resend it. 

ship request

A Riverdale Male ship

A TVD unspecified gender X Gender Neutral ship

A male and female Riverdale ship

A TVD and Riverdale Male and Female ship

Male MCU and Riverdale ship

Actor and Character ship for MCU and TO

Requests

Jamie and Cersei Lannister X Daughter!Reader (Platonic)

(Cersei wants to marry off there daughter but she is Jamie”s pride and joy and wont let that happen)

FP Jones X Teen!Reader (Smut) (FP Jones x reader!teens!rough)

Joffery Baratheon X Sister!Reader (Platonic!!!) he’s sadistic like joffery? that’s the reason they’re really close and trust each other more than anything

Joffery Baratheon X Sister!Reader (Smut) (joffrey imagine where him and his sister (2 years older) have always had sexual tension but they never saw it that way and one night while she’s changing joffrey bursts through the door angry about something but stops when he sees her. both of them at this point are horny for each other and he comes up to her kissing her while he grabs her breast and shes kind of in shock still but melts into it and yeah they have sex on the bed and take turns topping each other)

Ramsay Bolton X Sister!Reader (Smut) (Ramsay (got) has a younger sister and they often have intercourse, but this one night Ramsay brings Reek, his father and mother into readers room and ties them up. He tells them to watch. So Ramsay and her have really rough sex and tells them to look at her and makes her look at them to make sure they knows how good Ramsay makes her feel. When they’re done they kill them)

Betty Cooper X Fem!Reader (damn! i would have never imagined myself being with betty but when i was reading your post, u couldn't stop myself from smiling! soft girlfriends haha. i love it! 💖💖💖 could you do something like this but as best friends with cheryl/toni or even both if it's not too hard for you? i wanna see where it would go!)

Daenerys Targaryen X mercenary!male reader (The reader is a mercenary whom Cersei hires to kidnap Daenerys shortly after she arrives at Dragonstone. But instead of bringing Dany to Cersei, the mercenary decides to keep her for himself and tame her into becoming his willing lover)

Cersei Lannister X Fem!Reader (The reader faints in Cersei"s arm)

Petyr Baelish X Baratheon Fem!Reader (Semi Requested!) (Now that all of her brothers are gone Robert"s legitimate daughter has risen to be seated on the throne. Her council is demanding a husband what will the new queen do!)

Robb Stark X Baratheon Fem!Reader (Hey I love your work! Could I request some angsty robb stark x reader? Maybe reader is Cersei and robert’s true child and was married off to robb. Cersei is very distressed about your wellbeing when the war breaks out and when she learns of the plans of the red wedding, she begs her father to spare you. He does but at a price for your continued show of hatred of the Baratheons and lannisters. Letting you have to watch as robb dies and returning you home without realizing you’re pregnant.)

A wolverine request but I can't find the info (so if you requested a wolverine request please resend it)

In my drafts

Billy Hargrove X Fem!Reader and Steve Harrigton X Fem!Reader

Lip Gallagher X Sister!Reader (Maybe smut not sure)

Jughead Jones X Plus Sized Fem!Reader

Joffery Barathen X Twin!Sister Reader (Smut)

Sam and Dean Winchester X Sister!Reader (smut but none between Sam and Dean)

Ivar the Boneless X sister!Reader (Maybe smut not sure)

Jim Hopper X Younger Fem!Reader

FP Jones X Younger Fem!Reader X Gladys Jones (Smut)

Sweet Pea X Fem!Reader X Reggie Mantle (Smut? Nothing between Sweet Pea and Reggie/ )

Cheryl Blossom X Fem!Reader X Betty Cooper (Smut /Nothing between Betty and Cheryl/)

FP Jones X Fem!Reader X Sweet Pea (Smut/Nothing between FP and Sweet Pea)

Daenerys Targaryen X Fem!Reader X Sansa Stark (Smut / Nothing between Dany and Sansa)

Joffery Baratheon X Sister!Reader X Sansa Stark (Smut)

Margaery Tyrell X Baratheon(Lannister) Fem!Reader X Sansa Stark (Smut/Nothing between Margaery and Sansa)

Ramsay Bolton X Sister!Reader X Sansa Stark (Smut)

Ragnar Lothbrok X Christian Princess!Reader X Ivar Lothbrok (Smut/Nothing between Ragnar and Ivar/)

Lagertha X Lothbrok Fem!Reader x Torvi (Smut)

lagertha x Ealhmunding!reader x ragnar Lothbrok(smut)

Billy Hargrove X Harrington Fem!Reader

Steve Harrgton X Henderson Fem!Reader

Jason Dean X Fem!Reader

Mark Sloan X Shepherd!Reader

other things I have to do

Post the next few updates to A Dark Truth

Update my books on wattpad

ideas I have that I may post to get back into writing to add to the drafts for another time

Bellamy Blake X Fem!Reader

Klaus Mikaelson X Fem!Reader

Lincoln Kom Trikru X Fem!Reader

Damon Salvatore X Fem!reader

Octavia Blake X Fem!Reader

Kai Parker X Fem!Reader

Raven Reyes X Fem!Reader

Sebastian X Fem!Reader

Josephine Lightbourne X Fem!Reader

Hope Mikaelson X Fem!Reader

Chuck Bass X Fem!Reader

Lizzie Saltzman X Fem!Reader

Blair Waldorf X Fem!Reader

Dark!Josie Saltzman X Fem Reader

Bellamy Blake X Sister!Reader (Smut)

Caroline Forbes X Fem!Reader

Bellamy Blake X Sister Reader X Octavia Blake (smut)

Rebekah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Klaus Mikaelson X Sister!Reader (Smut)

Klaus X sister!Reader X Rebekah (Smut)

[kee-writestrashh]

Dornish Red

Oberyn Martell x Ellaria Sand x Reader

**Smut

words: 2088

ao3

Request:  Oberyn x fem reader x Ellaria where they both fall in love with her and trying to make an open move on her, touching her in rather suggestive places and flirting but reader being reluctant off them and playing hard to get, they get jealous when she clings to Renly and Loras sides(wish those two were family to me)but not in a romantic way. They both manage to succeed with Ellaria alone trying first, she manage to get the reader to say that she is scared and anxious of dating two people at the same time. Ellaria then told the reader before walking away that they won't be leaving or going anywhere or back to Dorne without the reader and they love her more than anything. They managed to get the reader comfortable enough to get her to join them in love making(smutty smut part). Reader end up being pregnant with his first ever son, and thus making both Oberyn and Ellaria overprotective and not leaving her side ( @purplewings12 )

**authors note: for the sake of time in the story plot, I altered it just a bit. I hope that was alright.

You had been playing handmaiden to Lady Margaery Tyrell for as long as you could remember. Living in the Reach was as sweet as life got. The warm, perfumed air that always surrounded you. The glorious feasts for almost no occasion, just because it was felt like. And today you and Margaery were preparing for the first day of a tournament.

The sun was hot and the crowd was large. You had sat with Margaery all day. To her other side was Lord Renly, all three of you cheering on Ser Loras.  “The Knight of Flowers!” But now it was time for your favorite part of any large event. The feast. The wine. The giggles. The cute boys and girls who gave you those looks.

But it was not a boy or a girl who gave you those looks tonight. No, it was Oberyn Tyrell who approached you with his lover on his arm. He swept the mostly empty goblet from your hand, only to replace it with a new one.

“The Dornish Red is so much sweeter than this Arbor Gold trash, my dear.” He said casually, turning over your previous goblet and letting the last swig spill to the floor.

“My lord. My lady.” You said, giving a small curtsy to each.

Ellaria gave a small snort and waved her hand, her golden bangles clinking as she did so, “I am no lady, little dear.”

But before you could reply, Loras and Renly had shown up to sweep you away. Casting a look over your shoulder, you watched Oberyn and Ellaria whisper to one another, throwing haughty looks at Loras and Renly.

The tournament was set to be a week long affair, and you gave no other thoughts on the night before as you took to the stands with Renly and Margaery again, waiting to see Loras joust again. Lord Martell and his lover not far away. 

When finally the heat of the sun was draining you of energy you excused yourself from the presence of Margaery and Renly, who were both going to tend to Loras and get him ready for single hand combat.

You retired to a tent where a few other ladies in waiting sat fanning themselves and drinking carelessly. Gossip and giggles being passed around. You had poured a glass of wine, turning, when you almost ran into Oberyn. “My lord! I am sorry.” You squeaked, face flushing.

“Not at all.” Oberyn said, smiling sweetly, Ellaria circling you like a hawk. A small gasp when you felt her grab your ass and give a firm squeeze. She gave an approving hum, making her way to the front of you, both her hands cupping your breasts through you thin dress. Both hands giving a firm squeeze and holding your breasts as if weighing oranges.

You stood, semi-frozen. Unsure what to expect. What had just happened was very unexpected. “I-- uh...” You stammered, but Ellaria cut you off by holding up her hand lazily to stem your word flow.

She leaned into Oberyn, whispering something at his ear that you couldn’t hear. They both gave you long, sweeping glances and then walked off as Renly and Margaery approached. You watched after them, feeling flustered and unsure as to why they had taken an interest in you. But you didn’t have the time to linger on the idea for long, because the second night of the feast was to begin soon and Margaery needed help in getting ready. 

Sitting beside Margaery, a woman approached you, leaning over to whisper in your ear “If you’ll follow me, Prince Oberyn would like to speak with you.”

Making sure everyone around you was well absorbed in their bidings so as not to see you slip away you followed the woman, realizing quickly as you left the Highgarden grounds you were being led to a brothel. You hesitatted, but the woman leading you gave a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, my lady. You’re quite safe.”

You gave a small frown, but entered the brothel, keeping your eyes averted as you followed the woman to a large, private room. There was Ellaria and Oberyn. Both half dressed and unable to keep them hands to themselves. You felt your cheeks warm, the wine in your belly making things feel hotter. 

Ellaria sat up, patting the plush bed, indicating you to sit. You felt there was no other choice, so you sat. reaching across the bed, Oberyn poured a glass of wine and handed it to you. Dornish Red. You sipped it, your mind racing. What was going on? Why were you here? It must have shown on your face because Ellaria spoke up.

“My darling prince, perhaps you should let us women talk?”

Oberyn gave a small smile, his large, dark eyes on you. “Of course, my sweet.” He said, placing a kiss to Ellaria’s cheek and sliding from the bed. You watched him leave before turning your eyes to Ellaria. 

“Drink up, dear. This wine was made special for the Martell family. It is an honor.” She said, scooting closer to you and running her nails through your soft curs cascading down your shoulders.

You did as instructed, your glass never seeming to empty. You felt your body becoming more relaxed, and your mind easing more. Before you knew it you were giggling with Ellaria and spilling your secrets to her when she pressed and asked. You professed how you loved Highgarden, but often dreamed of leaving. To go explore what the rest of the world had to offer. And finally the heavy weight was addressed.

“I’m afraid to love two people at once. I don’t know how.” You admitted in a soft whisper, feeling almost scandalized when you let the words slip. 

Ellaria laughed, taking your wine glass away and moving her hands to you face. “You are a funny little flower. You do not need to know how to. We will teach you. Your beauty and grace is a sight to behold. We will not be leaving here without you.” She pressed her lips to yours and you felt your head spin.

Your breath catching, simply staring dumbfounded when she pulled away. Feeling chills erupt on your skin as her slender fingers traveled down your neck to expertly pull laces and untie your dress from you. 

It was like she ignited some fire in you that you didn’t know needed kindling. You had had moments with girls, but this was something more. All you knew was that you wanted more. Your hands moving to her waist as she helped you stand and remove your clothing. A soft sigh as you found your back against the bed. Eyes watching her as she removed her silk dress. How your cheeks warmed when you saw her bare body, remembering the night before as you had thought about her, touching yourself. That wasn’t exactly like you. To pleasure yourself to the idea of someone you had never even talked to.

And now here she was, crawling up your body. Her sun kissed skin warming yours with every movement up. She paused as your breasts, dipping her head down to brush her lips over each of your nipples until hard peaks formed. The natural arch of your back as your body wanted more. The saliva turning thick in your mouth as your heart clicked into a hard, pounding rhythm. 

A tiny gasp when Ellaria’s hand slipped between your bodies and she rubbed gently at your clit. A shivered exhale before she caught your mouth with hers. Her hand moving in a slow motion that made the wetness form quickly between your legs. A throbbing in your clit as she slid a warm finger along your slit. A soft moan into her mouth.

You closed your eyes, lost in her expert motions. Letting the fire burn hotter as the wine in your belly began to boil lazily. Your tongue sliding along hers as you felt a new sensation. Lips kissing gently at your neck and finger tips rubbing caressing one of your nipples. You opened your eyes to find that Oberyn had made his way back to the room.

You untangled your mouth from Ellaria’s, letting the hot desire inside of you consume you as you shifted your head to move your lips to Oberyn’s. Ellaria shifted off your body, but her hand kept rubbing at the pulsing wetness of your core. She slid her finger deep inside of you and you gasped against Oberyn’s mouth. You felt his lips form a smirk against yours.

“That’s right, little dear. My Ellaria is wonderful with her hands, is she not?” he purred, kissing a long your jaw.

You swallowed hard, only able to make a soft moan slip past your lips in agreement with him. He kissed lower and lower, until his body had shifted between your legs. His tongue lapping at the juices Ellaria was causing to spill out of you as she continued to work her finger inside of you. 

You grabbed at Ellaria’s hand, pulling it from you. Your eyes meeting hers. The lust taking over as you pulled her hand to your mouth. Tasting the tang on her finger as you slipped your finger into your mouth. 

Oberyn parted you with his tongue before sliding it inside of you, making you buck your hips into his face. The teasing was driving you mad. You needed a cock inside of you, and he knew it as he buried his tongue deeper inside of you.

Ellaria tugged her finger from your mouth and straddled your waist, moving her hips against your abdomen. You felt her coat you in her own wetness. Your hand moving to her clit to rub at it. Watching her throw her head back and moan lightly as you rubbed harder at her clit, hand hands coming to squeeze your breasts as she continued to rub her body against you.

Thinking was becoming hard as the haze of euphoria obscured everything in your head. Ellaria’s hands massaging into your breasts and keeping your nipple sensitive and erect. Unaware of anything else until you felt Oberyn slide his cock inside of you. 

You let out a loud moan, bucking your hips again, causing Ellaria’s body to shift forward some. Her grip on your breasts becoming tighter. Your hips canting into each thrust Oberyn gave you. His knees dug into the bed, as Ellaria rested her head back on his shoulder, their kisses slopping and harsh as he fucked you, and you slid your first two fingers into Ellaria’s hot cunt. Her back arching and allowing you easier access as she continued to toy with your breasts.

You felt the high mounting with each push Oberyn gave you. The whimpers and moans leaving your lips. Ellaria grinding against your hand, moving her hands to the mattress as she leaned into you. Her mouth finding yours, stealing your breath away. Her weight now evenly distributed, you were able to push your hips further into Oberyn, who held on to Ellaria’s hips as he picked up the pace in his movements.

Your fingers pumping faster into Ellaria, her kisses needy and hungry against your lips. Her tongue lapping at yours as if to drink away the last of any of the wine that may still linger on your saliva. 

It was all you could do to keep from screaming, as your body released your high. You could feel your eyes roll at the intense pleasure. Your back arching as far as it could, the moan that filled Ellaria’s mouth. Your cunt pulsing around Oberyn’s cock. Everything turning warm and relaxed. You body spent. The pool of wetness of your skin as Ellaria pulled your hand from her and moved her hips, spreading her wetness further over you. The heavy sigh Oberyn let out as his seed spilled into you.   

And that was what your life became. There was no way you could have ever gone back to the way things were. In the dead of the night, leaving with the Martell party. Your days would be spent in the hot sun, your body almost always naked as you lazed about in the pools, having heated moments with Ellaria before Oberyn would come to join in.

“(Y/N) my darling, your belly is getting tight.” Ellaria commented one morning as she rested her head at your hip, her finger tips lightly wandering your skin, teasing you. “Oberyn will be pleased. You will bare him a son.”

[theunreliablewriter]

Request Info

Hello, everyone!

I write Character x Fem!Reader stories/imagines/headcanons. Fluff, angst, and smut are accepted as long as they follow the guidelines. I also accept platonic requests.

I will not write about eating disorders, weight loss (physical insecurities are fine), nonconsensual sex, emotional/physical domestic violence, sexual degradation, physical punishments, or anything not listed here that I find myself to be uncomfortable with.

Also, I am a lesbian, and sometimes, I simply can’t get inspired to write for men. I will try my hardest to tap back into my twenty-one years of experience with comphet, but I can’t promise my AuDHD brain will find the motivation for it. I’m sorry in advance, if I can’t fulfill your request.

And, as mentioned above, I do have ASD and ADHD. My hyperfixations play a significant role in what I want and can get myself to write. So, again, I apologize if I cannot fulfill your request — at least not right away — due to this.

Fandoms/Characters/People:

* = Favorite to write for.

Crossed Out = Not currently writing for.

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger*

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Severus Snape

Remus Lupin

Lucius Malfoy

Star Wars

Rey*

Qi’ra

Kylo Ren*

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch*

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow*

Yelena Belova*

Okoye*

Dr. Jane Foster/Mighty Thor

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel

Melina Vostokov

Loki*

Tony Stark/Iron Man

Dr. Stephen Strange

Twilight

Bella Swan*

Rosalie Hale*

Leah Clearwater

Alice Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Edward Cullen

Jasper Cullen

DC Extended Universe

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman*

Harley Quinn*

Clark Kent/Superman

Game of Thrones (TV Series)

Daenerys Targaryen*

Margaery Tyrell

Brienne of Tarth

Cersei Lannister*

House of the Dragon

Rhaenyra Targaryen*

Daemon Targaryen*

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams*

Larissa Weems*

Enid Sinclair

American Horror Story: Hotel

The Countess/Elizabeth Johnson*

Celebrities

Lady Gaga*

Daisy Ridley*

Emilia Clarke*

Elizabeth Olsen*

Scarlett Johansson*

Florence Pugh*

Emma Watson*

Jenna Ortega*

Margot Robbie*

Adele*

Taylor Swift*

Tom Hiddleston

Important: Please, when you request, give me a good bit of detail. Don’t just simply say, “Wanda Maximoff x Reader.” Let me know what it is you want, and please specify if you want angst, fluff, etc.

Also Important: I will try to update as much as possible, but I am battling some personal issues with depression, which affects my motivation to write. So, please, be patient. :) Also, English is my first language, but I am dyslexic, so please excuse any word/letter flipping and misspelling I overlook, since I am a very lazy proofreader.

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to shoot me a message!

Thank you! Have a great day!

[itsqueenofchains]

You’re Jealous (A Margaery Tyrell Drabble Request) *SMUT*

A/N: I received two request with the smae numbers and character so I put them together.

Requested by: Anonymus x2

“I?m not jealous! Okay, maybe, a little”

Warnings: Smu, lesbian sex, face sitting, pussy licking, tribbing.

Pairing: Margaery Tyrell x fem!reader

The House Tyrell was throwing a feast.

It was the last night that your brother, Renly, and his soldiers would stay there before go to the war.

Music was loud, and the wine seemed to never get over.

A pair of brown eyes never left your body, since you entered in the room, until now, that you were dancing with one of Renly’s knights.

The man was handsome, but not at all your type.

But that didn’t impede you to laugh of his smart jokes, and answer kindly to his tries of conquer you.

The dance finished and you were gasping and laughing.

-My lady seems to be tired, I will bring some wine- he offered.

-That would be perfect- you answered.

-Your wishes are orders to me- he kissed your hand, bowing, before he goes.

He had left when you felt a touch on your shoulder.

-If glances could kill, that boy would have thousand swords going through him, and you would be so fucked… if you know what I mean- your brother said to you.

He was one of the few people who knew your secret, besides Loras and Margaery, and probably Lady Olenna.

-May I know why?- you asked with a funny smile.

-Margaery’s eyes had never left you- he said, drinking from his glass.

You looked around and found her whispering with his brother, in one of the tables of the feast, looking at you.

Her glance was cold, and you could say she was clenching teeth.

-I could swear that I’m not the only one having to fight a rose this night- he joked.

You both laughed and you shook your head.

The knight arrived and gave you a glass.

-Your grace- he greeted, bowing.

Renly answered with nodded.

-I will leave you alone, don’t forget what I have told you- he said, winking at you.

During the conversation you was having with the soldier, you looked where Margaery was.

She glared at you before get up and go out from the feast.

You saw Loras pointing at you and passing an horizontal finger through his neck.

You left the place after the knight was drunk. If you were lucky he wouldn’t remember anything about the night.

Your steps were going to Margaery’s room, as every night.

Nobody would suspect about you, after all, it was common to ladies sleep with another woman.

You didn’t knock the door, there wasn’t need of.

-I didn’t expect you to come this night- Margaery said from the window, backwards to you.

She was wearing a copper night dress, her brown waves were falling through her back.

She looked as beautiful as when you knew her.

-I don’t know why- you said, taking off your own dress.

She chuckled, darkly.

-You don’t know why- she said, turning to look at you.

Her eyes scanned your body, and she raised an eyebrow.

-The only thing that comes to my mind could be a fool knight.

-You didn’t seem to find him a fool while laughing his jokes and him kissing your hand- she said, poison in her voice.

You laughed.

-You’re jealous- you declared.

-I’m not jealous!- she defended herself.

You smiled playfully, you knew she was, and she did it to.

-Okay, maybe, a little- she said approaching to you.

She was in front of you, her index finger traveled from you cheek to your chin, and her mouth approached to you ear.

-But just because you’re mine- she whispered, before pinning you against the wall.

Her lips attacked yours, her hands scratching your ass.

Your hands traveled to her dress and take it off.

You attached her body to yours, feeling her hard nipples against your skin.

She moved you to her bed and threw you against it, sitting astride on you.

She imovilized your hands over your head, and suck your collarbone.

-Someone… could see it- you muttered.

-I don’t care- she bit your neck- you belong to me and no one else.

Her mouth moved to your nipple and started to suck it and bit it, little moans coming out from your throat, your wetness increasing every second.

Her mouth left your hard buttons and she sat on your face.

-That knight seemed bewitched by your mouth, gonna see if it's that good.

You saw her wetness, dripping for you, and gave it a long and rough lick.

She leaned her head back, and your started to lick, harshly, her cunt.

Your tongue played on her entrance, and suddenly entered and started to fuck her.

She was biting her fist to don’t moan but she couldn’t help but do it, when you bit and sucked her clit.

She started to move her hips on your face, your hands on her ass, leading her movements.

Her walls were tightening and she was about to cum but she got out from your face.

She took one of your legs over hers and rubbed your cunt with hers.

You were dripping because of her taste and you knew she felt it, when a little shout came out from her throat.

She was soaked, and you knew she was containing her orgasm, waiting for you.

-(Y/N)... I’ m about…

-Hold it out a little more- you groaned, moving your hips roughly.

Her hands were scratching your stomach and your ones were on her waist.

Your clit rubbed with hers, and you both moaned.

-(Y/N)...

-Now, honey… cum to me- you said.

Her orgasm was explosive.

She kept moving her hips, while going down from her liberation.

Her movements became slower, and she rested her head on your shoulder.

You caressed her back and she pressed little kisses on your neck.

-What was his name?- she asked after a while.

-If you want me to be honest… I don’t even know.

[fantasydreamland]

Reader is Margaery's shy secret admirer, she wouldn't dare bother the king's wife, so R communicates in the language of flowers, sending all kinds of them to express her feelings

Basically Margaery Tyrell x Fem!Reader, please?

Secret Admirer

Margaery Tyrell x fem reader

Summary: You have always admired Margaery. Her grace, her kindness and her overwhelming beauty. You wouldn’t dare make your feelings known as you (and many others) are terrified of her husband King Joffrey. So you find a way to secretly show your admiration. 🌹

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY!! a little smut, mostly kissing, possible spoilers, wlw

Thank you so much for this request!!

other Margaery fic - Handmaiden

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Ever since Margaery arrived in Kings Landing you have been completely entranced by her. You have never seen a woman so beautiful. Her graciousness and kindness only adding to your admiration.

The day of the royal wedding was a tense one. The festivities were great fun but you could not help but notice King Joffreys cruel antics and Margaerys uncomfortable demeanour in response, no matter how well she tried to smile and hide it.

That very night you decided to send her a large bouquet of flowers to congratulate the couple, but really it was in hopes it may bring her some delight on her awful wedding night. You quietly delivered them to their chambers long before they would enter.

The next day you did the same, quietly delivering beautiful flowers to her chambers. The king and queen now slept in their separate rooms only rarely would they share a bed when Joffrey wanted to try for an heir.

Every few days you would secretly sneak to her chambers to leave her beautiful bouquets to express your love for her. For weeks you sent different flowers, lilies, carnations, tulips, peonies, orchids, sometimes mixtures of different kinds. One day leaving lovely white roses.

The next day you saw her having tea in the gardens as usual, this time with a white rose in the back of her half braided hair. Your heart soared at the imagine of her finding them and enjoying their beauty so much she decided to wear one. Part of you hoped it was a sign to her secret admirer that she has noticed these gestures.

That evening while she was at dinner, you decided to leave red roses. As you were setting them nicely on her bedside table, you heard the door opening. You froze as you stared wide eyed at Margaery entering her chambers. She looked at you for a confused moment until she glanced over to the new bouquet on her table.

“You? You have been the one leaving me flowers?” She asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Uh, y-yes my queen.” You choked out.

“They are quite beautiful.” She said moving closer to them. “If you would be so kind to tell me who has been requesting you send these, I would love to give my gratitude.”

“I- um, I have been sending them at my own request, my queen.” You shyly look down.

“You’re my secret admirer?“ she ask, amusement in her voice. “And why have you wanted to send them?” You did not see the small smirk as she asked.

“Well I- I simply admire you, your grace.” You say still looking at the floor.

She walks closer to you forcing you to look up and meet her gaze. “You have sent me beautiful flowers for weeks, only because you simply admire me?” She says raising her eyebrow again.

Her question makes your stomach knot and palms sweat. You stare at her blankly, not knowing how to respond.

“Please… tell me the truth of it.” She calmly demands.

You swallow hard before speaking. “Well. I do admire you quite a bit, my queen. Quite a lot, in fact. I- um, I think you are the most kind and gracious woman I have ever met, and your beauty-“ you stutter.

She gives you an enticing look to continue your sentence.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.” You blurt out, instantly feeling embarrassed.

She smirks at you, lightly touching the red roses before leaning in to smell them. “So, it would be safe to assume your admiration may actually be deeper feelings for me?” She turns back to you.

Once again you freeze in panic. The strong feelings you have kept hidden for so long being called out by her.

“I cannot say I have not noticed you as well, (y/n).” She says, making your heart race. “I have noticed your gaze on me. We do not know each other well but I have also been one to admire your beauty from afar.”

“R-really?” You say dumbfounded, shocked by her words.

“You are very intriguing.” She smirks, walking closer to you. “So what is it you desire from me, hm?”

“I- nothing, your grace. I simply wanted to quietly bring you some small form of joy and beauty.”

“Yes, that was your intention leaving me flowers… But what do you desire in your heart?” her enchanting blue eyes looking deeply into yours.

You stare blankly at her, too frightened to give a truthful response.

She moves closer, until you are nearly a breath away. “What is it you think about in the night? When you think of me?” She takes your hand, making your heart stop.

“Your queen is demanding a truthful answer, my lady.” She says with a calm but serious expression, continuing to look in your eyes.

“I- I think about a moment like this…” you choke out, looking down at her hand holding yours. “Imagining being this close to you… and-“ you stop.

“Continue…” she urges.

“And… I think about what it would be like to kiss you… m-my queen.” Your voice shakes, terrified at the words you just confessed.

“So that is what you desire, hm?” She smirks, gently lifting your chin to meet her close gaze.

Her touch was making your brain fuzzy, all you could do was give a timid nod.

You hold intense eye contact for a long moment before she leans in and places a delicate kiss on your lips. You look at her with wide eyes, trying to decide if this is truly happening or you are somehow dreaming.

You use all your strength to push away your fears and kiss her back, harder and longer than the kiss she gave to you. She is taken aback, with a smile on her face. She pushes her lips back into yours making you whimper. Letting go of your hand, she moved hers to hold your waist, pulling you closer to her. Your hand moves to cup her cheek as the kiss deepens. Your body feels as if it’s set aflame when she slips in her tongue. You moan into eachothers mouths as your tongues gently dance together. She slowly moves one hand from your waist to your breast, still pulling you close with the hand that remained on your waist. Your hands gently move into her hair, making her sigh. The entire world felt still as you kissed, only resuming when your lips finally parted.

“Well I will be expecting a rather large bouquet of flowers in the morrow.” She jokes, as you both grin widely, still holding eachother.

“Of course, my queen.” you say as your body still vibrates from the excitement of the moment.

You slowly break apart and she places a final kiss on your cheek. “Goodnight, (y/n).”

“Goodnight your grace.” You give a small curtsy, still smiling wide. Your legs feeling like pudding as you make your way out of her chambers and back to your own.

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There was overwhelming electricity the next time you caught eye of each other in a public setting. Margaery takes a drink as you look down at your feet, both silently smiling to yourselves remembering of your little secret.

[howyouloveyourdragon]

current requests – status; closed

(these are not in order of release or priority)

- alpha rhaenyra x omega sister with child together fluffy - yandere husband brynden tully - dark tyler galpin kidnapping reader (my evil bby is back) - yan!arya part 3 (i'm not gonna lie to yall i missed her ty for reminding me) - tyler x half!bunny reader - rhaenyra and laenor x aemond (platonic) headcanons - headcanons of rhaenyra and laenor parenting the hell out of her siblings (please anon i love how you wrote this lmao) - rhaenys parenting aegon, helaena and aemond - headcanons of alpha rhaenyra x omega half sister parenting their kids - alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent x omega leana headcanons - alpha rhaenyra x omega aegon x alpha daemon (romance) - yandere rhaenyra x aegon (romantic) headcanons - margaery tyrell diamond castle au - daemon & rhaenyra x fem!reader in charge - daemon x fem!reader steamy bath smut - rhaenyra targaryen x dragonseed!reader claiming her dragon for the first time - yandere rhaenyra x yandere daemon x half sister (blacks win au) - robb stark x targ!reader arranged marriage - yandere rhaenyra x daemons bastard daughter (platonic) - modern footballer!robb x reader - yandere rhaenyra x son cole!reader x yandere laenor headcanons - rhaenyra x twin!reader soulmate au - yandere rhaenyra and velaryon!son with laenor headcanons - jacaerys overstim smut - yandere rhaenyra x helaena - daemon x reader comfort - helaena x jace headcanons - helaena creates peace for herself - yandere rhaenyra x handmaiden - jace x reader softest love prompt 2&7 - jace x reader confession prompt 11 - jae x reader pillow thoughts prompts 4&13 - yandere rhaenyra x female dragonkeeper headcanons - yandere mom rhaenyra x orphan reader headcanons - jace x reader prompt 30 - jace x reader flustered prompts - alpha rhaenyra x omega velaryion reader headcanons - alpha rhaenyra x omega hightower reader headcanons - daemon x hightower fem!reader - politically smart hightower x rhaenyra (part 2) - alpha rhaenyra x omega daenerys headcanons - rhaenyra x omega!hightower alt - alpha rhaenyra x omega!sister part 2 - rhaenyra targaryen x velaryon male!reader - alpha rhaenyra x omega male velaryon!reader - baela & jacaerys x reader - alpha rhaenyra x tyrell omega reader - alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent (arranged marriage) - alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent x alpha daemon headcanons - rhaenyra x alicent open marriage w/ laenor headcanons - rhaenyra x royce-targ!reader - alpha rhaenyra x omega royce reader headcanons - yandere rhaenyra and haelena (platonic) headcanons - alpha rhaenyra x omega velaryon fem!reader - yandere alpha rhaenyra x omega alicent headcanons - yandere rhaenyra x alicent (blacks win au) - alpha rhaenyra x alpha laena x omega alicent headcanons

[howyouloveyourdragon]

What are you currently working on /writing?

Or is something already finished?

hi! i have so many! thank you for asking, i am happy to answer any questions about them or go more in depth on any of these just let me know via asks with the title/description etc, i just didn't want to throw a lot of words at you! :D ♡

i also have a list of wips here which can always be found at the bottom of this post but there are also some other wips i am working on (some are reqests) which i am writing here because i have not updated it in a long time due to my upcoming exams and personal life issues! :) these wips will not be released necessarily in this order however these are a few i have particularly focussed on as of late (THIS ALSO DOES NOT INCLUDE MY SERIES' WHICH I STILL CONTINUE ON DOING!!):

Margaery Tyrell Diamond Castle Au (request, i got very in depth with this and it might take a long time to come out i will be honest here but it is worth it and i am very excited to show you all once it is finished!)

Perfect - Rhaenyra x fem!Tully reader smut

Of Lances and Thorns - Rhaenyra x male hightower!reader

Margaery x fem!reader x Robb smut (request and currently at 1446 words so it could come out any day now)

I Think He Did It - helaena x reader (i won't say too much but it does involve some dark themes e.g inspiration from taylor swift's 'no body no crime', and gone girl)

hockey players Jacaerys & Cregan x fem!reader (suggested but not technically requested)

Cregan Stark x fem!reader (reference here)

Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader smut (request)

Yandere husband Brynden Tully headcanons (request)

Platonic Rhaenyra Targaryen x dragonseed!reader (request)

Platonic yandere Rhaenyra x Aegon (request)

and various jacaerys requests

i also have a little saucy crackfic somewhat planned with my beloved @its-actually-minicika so i will let you all know what happens with that when it's ready 👀

these are all i can think off the top of my head :) ♡

[itsqueenofchains]

Sit and enjoy (A Margaery Tyrell Drabble Request)

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! I love Margaery so much!

Requested by: Anonymus.

Sit and enjoy

Warnings: Smut, lesbian sex, oral sex.

Pairing: Margary Tyrell x fem!reader

*Gif not mine*

You entered in Margaery’s chamber at the middle of the night, as always but you didn’t expected her to be like that.

She was just covered by a white long dressing gown, that allowed you to see all her body.

Her brown hair was covering her breasts but you guessed her hard nipples.

She took out your cape and dress whereas she softly kissed you.

You tried to take out her clothes too, but she chuckled and shook her head.

-This night is just about you, love- she whispered on your lips.

You moaned when she connected her lips with yours, and her tongue slowly took the control over you.

She pulled you to the bed, her hands holding your hips, while everything started to get heater.

You couldn’t help but move your hands under her dressing gown and knead her ass, making her let out a moan.

Your hands traveled up, and made a stop on her boobs, playing, as you had guessed, with her harden nipples.

Your hands finally arrive to her neck, making her clothes go out, and your mouth attacked her collarbone.

She leaned her head back while groaning and scratching your back.

Your hands caressed all her body and suddenly you change the twists, and pinned her on the bed.

You smiled when you went down her legs and opened them, looking at your prize.

You started to kiss her legs and inner thighs, and grinned when you saw the old dark marks you had left there.

She was resting on her arms, with her chest going up and down, and she looking at you.

You kissed her wetness, never letting her eyes, and she gasped.

-Just sit and enjoy, my queen- you said before attack her cunt.

You licked her clit, and she tangled her right hand in your hair, pressing your face against her pussy, making little moans that drove you crazy.

You used your hands to open her lips and started to fuck her with your tongue.

You changed the rhythm, first fast, then slow, and then fast again.

She twisted of pleasure everytime you did it.

She was closing her legs, to keep her orgasm inside a little more, but you weren’t letting her.

You strongly caught her thighs and kept them in them place and attacked her clit.

You bitted and shook your head, making Margaery let out a long and acute moan.

Her grip on you head got stronger, her moans intensified, and her wetness increased.

She couldn’t even tell you she was about to cum when she did.

She fell off on the bed while her hands grabbed the bed sheets and a long moan came out of her mouth.

Her orgasm lasted a bit more.

You drank all, she tasted sweet as she was, and you could have done it the rest of your life.

When you got up you saw your queen gasping, her eyes closed, her brown wavy hair messy in different directions andher hands grabbing the sheets.

You enjoyed the sight a little more before lie next to her.

She opened her eyes and a smile appeared when she saw you.

-It was supposed to be all about you- she told you, sitting astride on you and cupping your face with her hands.

She softly kissed you and pecked your lips.

-Who said it couldn’t still being?

A wild smile adorned her factions. You knew the night had just began.