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Fulfilling Duty

Pairing: Tywin Lannister x Reader

Warnings: smut, pinv sex, fingering, reference to pregnancy and childbirth, brief reference to death during childbirth, reference to prostitution, implied arranged marriage, breeding kink, body image issues, implied innocence kink, older man/younger woman.

Italics indicate flashback

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After nine long months of pregnancy and two gruelling days of labour, Tywin Lannister finally had the son he craved. Little Darrick was perfect in every way. At almost four months, he guzzled his milk the way King Robert his guzzled his wine; he roared like a lion when something was amiss, fat angry tears pouring down his reddened little face until his mother or father consoled him; his hair thickened and lightened every day, though he showed no trace of Lannister emerald eyes (much you your elation; he already looked so much like Tywin so it was nice to see a shred of yourself in your son’s face).

The birth of your son only strengthened Tywin’s… affection towards you. It was not love- not yet at least- but his respect and fondness certainly grew. During the home stretch of your labour he had barged into the birthing room after overhearing an outspoken courtier’s gossip.

Your labour had dragged on and almost two whole days had passed since you first started having pains. While you had started in relatively high spirits, as progress began to falter almost to a halt and ‘one more push’ became an empty promise, your resolve almost completely shattered.

What had started as determined groans and howls of pain turned into whimpers, and then sobs as you begged the maester to just, please, get it out of you.

It seemed Tywin hadn’t unclenched his jaw for days, and while he wanted to remain just a room away in his office should he be called into the room, the Seven Kingdoms would not stop for any infant, not even the son of the Hand.

He had been walking back from an audience with disgruntled artisans from the city when he overheard some courtiers.

“… glad she’s shut up with the screaming, could hardly sleep a wink last night…”

“… should just cut her open, drag the babe out and have done with it… wouldn’t be the first Lannister woman to die in childbed…”

“… he’ll want another off her, just in case… especially if she gives him a girl…”

Tywin’s nostrils flared with rage, and while he would have so dearly loved to confront the gossiping courtiers, he marched to the tower of the hand, entering your chamber to the shock of your midwives and maester.

“Milord! Women’s work is still happening! The baby ain’t here yet,” scolded Jeyne. She was the eldest of the flock midwives attending you and the most experienced too, and had been crucial in supporting you.

Tywin held up his hand, and jeyne pursed her lips, knowing she could not argue. “Fine. But you’re not to interfere down here, milord. We’re nearly there,”

“You said that- ah- last night,” you said weakly, your voice shaky. Tywin sighed softly and knelt at your side, pushing your hair away from your face. It was a surprisingly tender gesture, one that he had done when you consummated your marriage. “‘M sorry, m-my lord,” you whispered, unable to stop the tears from slipping down your already damp cheeks.

“You needn’t be,” he said lowly, speaking so only you could hear. “You are doing well, just a little longer,”

Although the midwives and maester had repeated the same words over and over again over the last day, Tywin’s firm, authoritative voice reassured you, renewing your determination.

Tywin’s eyes flicked sideways to you. It was the first public event you had attended since giving birth, and he had kept a close eye on you all day. He’d even insisted on your retiring to bed for several hours in between the joust and the feast (“fine, I’ll rest. But only because I didn’t want to watch the archery anyway,”).

If you were tired, it did not show. You looked radiant, smiling serenely as you clapped for the dancing. You had changed into a gown of soft pink brocade, and while he always preferred to have you on his arm in matching Lannister red, he had to admit that the muted pink suited you beautifully, and provided a fresh and youthful contrast to his daughter’s sour, almost vulgar even by his standards, display of power.

“If you continue to glance at me so, you will miss the dancing, husband,” you said out of the corner of your mouth, bemused at the almost uncharacteristic attentiveness of the Old Lion.

“Then I shall miss the dancing,” he said lowly, though he kept his eyes dutifully on the entertainments. “Are you sure you will not sit?”

You rolled your eyes, turning to face him fully. “No,” you said with exasperation. “I am well rested, I promise you, My Lord,” your lips quirked into a smirk. “I may even join in with the dancing,” you added.

Tywins jaw clenched as he looked down at his mischievous young wife. Your pregnancy and subsequent birthing of a viable heir for him had consolidated your power in court- and your worth in the marriage. “Then you shall dance only with me,” he said. “I will not have you jostled so,”

And so the Lord Paramount of the West took his wife by the hand and led her to the dance floor, lest she be manhandled by less careful members of court.

Grinning, you held onto his hand, beginning the steps that you had known since childhood. “I so love it when you give in to my whims, Lord Lannister,” you murmured, laughing lightly at his grumble of agreement. He supposed he owed you a fair bit, now that you had given him his heir.

“You are as stubborn as a mule when you want to be, wife,” he muttered, pulling you closer to his body by the waist as a drunken jester weaved through the crowd, his motley cap jingling. But despite his complaints, Tywin permitted you two more dances, before you retreated from the crowd- the bawdy songs had began, and he would not have his wife passed about like the maidens in the songs.

Instead of sitting back down, Tywin took you before the king, bowing and excusing the two of you. “We must retire for the night, your Grace. Lady Lannister is very tired,” he said shortly, bowing once more as the king waved you away.

You followed him, your face indignant, but you did not dare question him until you were out of earshot of any high lords. “I most certainly am not tired, My Lord,” you said, running a little to keep up with his long strides. “I do not need to be bundled off to bed like a child- again,”

Tywin ignored your complaints, only speaking once you arrived at the entrance to the Tower- and even then he only spoke to the guard at the door. “No one is to enter this tower until tomorrow,” he said lowly, before all but frog-marching you through the door and up the winding stairs.

“My lord?” You asked cautiously when you arrived at his chambers. “Have I displeased you?”

Tywin turned around to face you. “No, wife,” he murmured, stepping closer to you so that you had to look up at him. “You have not displeased me… exasperated, perhaps, but not displeased,” you smiled slightly, opening your mouth to speak, but Tywin cupped your head with both of his hands, his thumbs stroking your jaw. “I intend to bed you tonight, My Lady,” he said, voice gravelly. Your face heated, but you nodded slowly. “Your body should be ready to take me once more,” he continued. “That is if you are agreeable?” He added, raising a brow. He had laid out from the beginning that while he expected you to do your duty and provide him with a son, he would not have you in his bed unwilling.

Nodding slowly, eyes wide as you stared up at him, you let out a shaky breath. "I… yes. Please," you murmured your consent, following him out of the solar to his adjoining bedchamber, where the hearth was crackling and the luxurious bedsheets were already turned down. Tywin poured out a cup of wine, offering you it, nodding when you smiled at the vintage before finishing the cup for you.

“Do you think it will hurt?” You murmured out of the blue, taking your jewellery off and setting it on his dresser.

“It may be a little uncomfortable, perhaps. Not as painful as childbirth, I’m sure, nor breaking your maidenhead,” your eyes widened at his words and he smirked. He so loved to see you flustered. “Such an innocent, wife,” he said, stepping closer to you and undoing the pins in your hair. He nodded his approval when you unwound the braids, shaking out your hair.

“It has been a while…” you considered, looking up at him in the mirror as he stepped behind you, beginning to unlace your gown.

“It has,” he said in agreement.

“Will you be gentle with me?” You whispered, eyes widening as his hand slipped up your front, over your breasts, lightly squeezing your throat before he tilted your head to the side.

“Absolutely not,” he growled into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, his teeth grazing there as your gown fell stiffly to the floor.

You made to turn to begin undressing him, but he lightly batted your hands away, continuing to strip you of your stays and chemise until you were bare before him.

Eyes downcast, you made to wrap your arms around yourself; your pregnancy had left it’s mark on your body, your belly soft and marked with stretch marks, your breasts hanging heavier than they had when you first married. Tywin held your hands by your sides briefly, before his large hands claimed your hips, his thumbs massaging the softness of your belly. “I want another babe in your belly before year’s end,” he said lowly, making you shiver. “I want to watch you swell again with another of my heirs,”

“Yes, my lord,” you breathed, your breath hitching as he gripped your hips tighter, drawing your naked body to his, your skin hot against the cool metalwork of his belt and buttons. Slowly, he began to walk you backwards until your knees hit the edge of the bed, and he helped you up onto the mattress, his eyes blazing with lust. His green-gold eyes pierced you as he removed his chain of linked golden hands, his doublet, his boots and trousers too. Your eyes flicked down briefly as you admired your husband’s build; despite his age, Tywin was fit and strong, and your glance did not go unnoticed by him.

Tywin got up onto the bed, looking down at you as he came up between your legs, which fell apart willingly to allocate his breadth, to which he hummed with approval, his hands dragging up your thighs. You sighed softly as your body refamiliarised itself with the weight atop it, offering him a soft, shy smile. He returned it with a rare quirk of his lips, before his fingers teased closer to your exposed core, shushing you gently when you gasped. Whimpering, you arched your back as he dipped his fingers into your waiting wetness, body tense. “Are you in pain, wife?” He said lowly, his movements stilling.

“No…” you whispered, pushing your hips up to his hand as if to reassure him.

He nodded, looking down at you as his fingers worked you open for the first time in months, though he did not seem out of practice in the slightest. He watched intently as your face contorted, brow furrowing and mouth falling open, and your body twisted while you clenched around his fingers. When he felt the erotic spasming of your inner walls, he nodded and hummed with satisfaction, before withdrawing his fingers. You watched in awe as he used your release coating his fingers and dripping onto his palm to slick up his cock.

“You look as though you belong in a pleasure house in Lys, spread out like that,” he said, his voice gravelly with desire. And he had a point; your breasts rose and fell with shaky, heavy breaths; your eyes were now dark with lust, brow furrowed and lips plump as you stared down at him, propped up on the pillows with your hair splayed out.

“Are you calling me a whore, My Lord?” You questioned, pushing yourself up on your elbows.

“No,” he said, guiding his cock to you. “But if you were a whore, you would be mine alone,”

He grunted, pushing into your tightness. With a cry, you tossed your head back, your nails clawing into the Lion of Lannister’s muscled back and arms as you adjusted to his invasion. You hissed out a curse between your teeth, gasping as he stilled, smirking down at you. “Such deplorable language,” he said, and you could only whimper in response, gritting your teeth and scratching at his back. Despite his promise to not be gentle with you, he held you tight to his body by your thigh, massaging the quivering limb with his hand as you adjusted to the suffocating tightness of your union. With a needy whine, you rolled your hips experimentally, grinding your clit against his pubis. The resulting tightening of your channel had him hissing in pleasure, and with a low groan he began to move with slow deep thrusts that had your head spinning.

One hand still gripping his bicep like a vice, you trailed your other hand over his shoulder anchoring yourself as you made feeble attempts to meet his movements. Grunting, Tywin grasped onto your hips, before moving his grip to your thighs, holding them apart as he began to fuck you harder, faster. You cried out at the shift in pace, arching your back as Lord Tywin took his pleasure (though he gave just as much as he took). He let out a groan of pleasure as his own thighs trembled and his hips stuttered, and he emptied his seed into you.

Moaning lowly, you fell back into the pillows, panting. You felt the bed dip then settle as he withdrew from you and stood, and your eyes slipped shut as you heard him rustling about the room, the door slamming shut. You frowned. He must have dressed quickly. With a sigh, you stood up, albeit shakily and slipped your chemise back on. His thick seed seeped down your thigh as you stood before the mirror, combing out the tangles in your hair with your fingers.

The door opened, and Tywin stepped into the room, but before he acknowledged you, he turned to what you assumed was his squire. “Have the servants bring up two plates from the feast, and a flagon of Arbor Gold,” he said to the lad, who responded with a quiet ‘yes, My Lord.’ “And see to it that Lady Lannister’s handmaidens know to come here on the morrow with her gown and jewels. She will be staying here tonight,”

He dismissed the squire with a nod and shut the door, turning to you with raised eyebrows. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want me to return to my own chambers, my Lord,” you murmured, finally able to smooth your hair down over your shoulders.

“Indeed not,” he said simply. “I was merely arranging some supper and wine,”

You crossed your arms. “And for my handmaidens to come here on the morrow?” You teased.

Tywin only smirked, prowling over to you. “Indeed,” he said. “It would seem, wife, that we must return to bed…” you cocked your head to the side, looking up at him curiously. “An heir will not find its way into your belly if my seed is dripping down your thighs, now, will it?”

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Don’t Say It (Tywin x Reader)

I know I disappeared for a little but I hit a writers block with this one, I think it’s due to exhaustion over me working full time so I hope @thanyatargaryen forgives me if this wasn’t what you intended. Enjoy

Olenna Tyrell was a legend, she had learned the rules by heart and was now on a mission to pass them down to her wonderful granddaughters, the beautiful rose that listened to the name of Margaery and the bewitching siren that could stop a man with a simple song, the young (y/n).

Olenna was no fool, she recognized that the two girls were her strongest soldiers, with these two alone she could rule all of Westeros, well at least all the men which was the same thing.

“Today is an important day, even for you dearest, the wedding of your sister to the king means every eligible lord from all of the seven kingdoms will be attending”

“I am well aware, you do not have to worry about me, grandmother”

(Y/n) reassured olenna whilst her handmaidens assisted her with the finest dress anyone had ever seen, it was her first time at court she needed to look her best, (y/n) squeezed into a dress that was custom made, her hair had taken hours and was brushed to perfection and she smelled of the finest of fragrance oils that were brought from Dorne, it is safe to say that (y/n) couldn’t have looked nor smelled better.

Everyone’s breath hitched at their throats when (y/n) walked with the confidence only a Tyrell could possess, she strutted up to her big sister to wrap her arms around Margaery with clear endearment.

“Congratulations, my queen”

“Oh come on now stop with that”

“I know this is a blessed day for the king but could he be so kind and hear a plea I have for him?”

“Anything for my good sister”

“Look after my dear Marge, as she has done for me”

(Y/n)s voice was as sweet as strawberry cakes and her smile could stop a man dead in his tracks, the young Tyrell leaned on her big sister pressing her chin on Margaerys shoulder whilst the bride leaned her head close to (y/n) as well, the girls shared a strong bond, it was the first time that they would be separated ever since (y/n) was born.

What they did not know was that a certain someone had already his blue set of eyes on the lovely Tyrell who seemed so blatantly unaware of it all, Tywin had sworn to never remarry, no one would ever be as good as his dearest Joanna, she was the one that knew him like the back of her hand, the lady that could wrap her arms around the vicious lion and make him swoon, if she saw him now she would laugh at him, she always told him “never say never my love, you won’t know what the future holds for you”.

“You have your queen and your alliance now, I hope you are happy”

“Naturally, Margaery will serve the realm greatly”

“Soon enough she will start popping out lions, hopefully, my little (y/n) will have better luck”

“What could be better than becoming the queen mother?”

“Becoming the lady wife of a lord that cares for your well-being and happiness”

Tywin grew silent, there was nothing he could say against the allegations of Jeffrey’s cruel nature, he could only hope that Margaery was cunning enough to outsmart him which honestly was not going to be much of a huddle, all the times that Joffrey has been able to be sadistic was owed to other peoples stupidity to either allow him or cover for him.

“Well then let me take a good look at this girl you have such expectations for, lady (y/n)”

Tywin called for the girl whilst he stood a few feet away from the newlyweds, (y/n)s eyes finally found his, and Tywin felt his chest grow tight, the girl was a dream, a dream he often had but could never speak of due to him always believing it will be just that… a silly dream of a widower.

“Lord Tywin, I can imagine this day is probably one of the happiest for your house, correct me if I am wrong but house Tyrell has never wed a Lannister prior to this moment”

“Indeed, let this be a fruitful union for both of our houses, your grandmother has spoken quite highly of you”

“Oh do not listen to her, it is a grandmother's nature to always speak for her grandchildren in the best light”

“Nonsense, Garlan is utterly nice which makes him boring and Loras likes to imagine being a young day twirling in a dress on the garden field, I had lost all hope up until you and your sister were born, the true soldiers of the Tyrell’s”

(Y/n) smiled sweetly before she leaned to place a kiss on her grandmother's cheek, (y/n) and Margaery was well trained, they had sat on the table and played against the best of players only to come out victorious, now Margaery was queen and (y/n) was ready to score her alliance that would bring nothing but glory to her and her family.

“Lady olenna is a lot of things but she is not soft nor does she hide behind her finger, if she says you are her best card then I truly believe it”

Olenna noticed the graciousness in the old lions' words, she picked up on the scanning look that started from her toes and ended on the top of her head, (y/n) did not even have a hair out of place, she placed her hand over her heart as a sign of vulnerability and her smile became brighter in gratitude.

“You are utmost kind, my lord, it is not every day a lady gets to be complimented by the warden of Casterly Rock and the hand of the king, I consider myself lucky for that”

“Luck has nothing to do with it, above it all I am a man that favors honesty and that is what you are receiving”

“I shall go before your words get all in my head, it was an honor to meet you, my lord”

(Y/n) went to curtsy before she was interrupted by Tywin that instead of letting her, reached for her hand and then placed his other one on top of hers, a smirk still evident on his lips as his eyes pierced through her, yet he was left with nothing, (y/n) had always prevailed under the hawking looks of men, she was well aware that she could not budge whatsoever.

“I will see you later Grandmother”

“Of course little flower, go on now, have some fun for me”

Olenna kissed the top of the lady’s head lovingly, it was not a secret that olenna doted on her especially now that it was her turn to marry, she had to bite her lip when it came to Margaery since her son had already bargained her for a sweet deal of a crown, she must do right by (y/n).

Once the lady was far away enough Olenna turned her head towards Tywin who was still following the enchanting Tyrell with his gaze, the way she walked, talked, even her breathing was perfect, his thumb traced over his fingertips, recalling how soft and warm he skin felt against his touch.

“I know that look”

“Pardon?”

“You are planning something”

“I always am”

“If you are scheming to betroth my precious flower to another lion, I must admit I would rather it be you than that little son of yours, in truth I would rather for her to stay away from lions but an old lion is better than Tyrion”

-

The news of Tywins betrothal hit everyone in kings landing like a ton of bricks. Joffrey was dead, Margaery was technically the dowager queen, and the crown was getting weak by the moment.

(Y/n) had become her sister's shadow, some applauded her compassion and how she was present at all hours to console her sister, what they did not know was that Olenna was already moving the strings for Margaery to marry Tommen, the young, kind boy who could never hurt a fly, however, Olenna had ensured both of the girls now once and for all, what better way to do that than to mess with Tywins head?

“Lady olenna, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I am here to propose another marriage between my house and yours”

“That is no surprise, I am to expect you wish to betroth Margaery to Tommen?”

“No, no my dear Margaery has been through way too much”

“Loras is still to marry Cersei, is there a change in that betrothal?”

“Unfortunately that mess of a wedlock is still going steady, I am concerned over my (y/n)”

Tywin had been too occupied with writing to look up at olenna up until now, his ears perked up at the sound of her name, the girl with the bright smile and the scary resemblance to a shadow of the past.

“What do you wish to suggest?”

“My (y/n) is sweet, kind, and full of life, I believe Tommen would treat her as delicate as she deserves to be treated”

“Tommen? You want to put (y/n) by the new king's side?”

“Tommen is a good boy, nothing like Joffrey, I have taken notice of how Tommen smiles at her, no man could ever deny my beloved granddaughter, I am convinced their reign will be prosperous”

“Mayhaps, although I do not believe Tommen should be the one to marry (y/n)”

“Who else could stand the weight of the crown? Tommen is in much need of someone like (y/n), to keep him humble and gentle, show him what it is like to be loved”

That was what made tywins blood boil the most, the concept of (y/n) hugging Tommen, his grandson brushing (y/n)s hair, the lady creating a child out of Tommens semen, the image of her with a swollen belly whilst Tommen rubbed his hand over it made his skin crawl.

No, no he would never allow another man to be by her side on those milestones, he was graced by the gods with a second chance at love, how could he be a bystander to a marriage that would probably be terrific, although Tywin could never survive with the “what if” lingering on his mind.

“Because she is to marry me”

“Pardon?”

“I am to be betrothed to the lady (y/n), our marriage will take place the same day as Margaerys and Tommens, your Margaery will be queen, and lady (y/n) will become the lady of the rock”

“I would rather die than let my dearest become a second wife, your daughter will eat her alive once the news hit her ears”

“Are you afraid of Cersei?”

“I am petrified of the brass neck your daughter possesses, that woman thinks she can do whatever she pleases with no consequence”

“Cersei is my daughter, you have nothing to worry about she will not be allowed to harm your little girl, once (y/n) falls pregnant that child will become heir of Casterly Rock”

“What if she births a girl?”

“You and (y/n) along with Margaery will decide on her future, I will not partake or force my daughter to do anything”

“Your offer is dripping with syrup, but I will not accept, I gave you Loras and Margaery and now you dare to ask for more”

“If you do not consent to this then I shall announce a match of (y/n) and Ser Sandor Clegane, how does that sound?”

“Careful now, what you are suggesting is… grasping”

“Indeed, but I am feeling rather charitable so I grant you the day to decide, if I do not have an answer by the morrow then the sweet girl will be cloaked with a wonderful yellow flag”

Tywin was a man that proudly stood behind his every word, so as he walked out with a triumphed smirk on his lips he was too occupied with feeling his triumph to notice that olenna was also doing the same (y/n) was now the future lady of the rock and Margaery was to have a second chance to wear the crown.

“My lord”

(Y/n) interrupted his thoughts once she saw him, Tywin stopped swiftly before he could fall right onto her, she was waiting behind the door anxiously, her eyes gawked at the man as her cheeks grew rosy from the embarrassment of her clumsy nature.

“Lady (y/n), what seems to be so important that you could not wait in your chamber for your grandmother”

“She informed me about my betrothal, I apologize I was just so fidgety I wanted to know the second that it was settled”

“Are you in such a rush to marry that boy? I am concerned over your taste”

“Tommen is a wonderful person and the future king, any lady would be lucky to be his lady wife”

“So is it the promise of a crown that excites you? I can tell you wearing a piece of metal decorated with gems will not bring you any happiness”

“Pardon my intrusion but why are you so opposed to the fact of me marrying your grandson? I am highborn and have received the proper education, your house along with the Baratheon owe my family everything”

“It is not you that is not enough young lady”

Silence fell over them, Tywin had stumbled right on her trap and now he was as still as a grain of salt, only blinking at the girl that acted surprised over his suggestion that Tommen was the one that was short when he stood next to her, (y/n) bit her lip before she gazed down for a split second and then back up, she wanted to appear at a loss of words.

“I do not want to believe what my thoughts are suggesting”

“You are a fool if you don’t”

“Lord Tywin, you and I it- how could”

“I am too old for this game my dear, I have given your grandmother the rest of the day to decide and if I’m being frank I believe that luck is on my side, so I suggest you ran along and instruct the finest tailor to start on your gown, you must look as stunning as ever”

“I am fluttered, but I do not understand-“

“Listen to me dear, from that moment you smiled at me you have haunted every waking moment and I cannot seem to escape you even in the shackles of deep slumber, I am aware that I do not look like the young and beautiful knight in shining armor a maiden might expect to marry but I can you this promise right now, every other lady from east to west will be jealous of the luck you held when you marry me”

Lord Tywin once again made his exit thinking that he had the upper hand, if someone were to consider everything that has been done in this world wasn’t it always like this?

A man trotted away victorious while the woman stood and smiled proudly at herself, moving the strings without even the man realizing that she had very carefully placed the strings around his arms like a little puppet.

“My dearest girl, I was there at your birth and I took one good look at you and saw the moon and the stars in those eyes, I always knew you would be the brightest of them all”

Olenna informed (y/n) once she had walked into the office Tywin was in moments ago, Olenna wrapped her arms around her in the most loving manner and (y/n) responded with the same warmth.

“We have so much to plan, the future doesn’t wait for anyone”

-

“How could he ever do this to our family?”

“Who did what?”

“Do not play the fool with me Jaime I am sure you have heard of the vilest news, our father is to marry that little rat from Highgarden”

“One of them is a smirking whore and the other one is a rat? Well you certainly won’t have a good time in the palace once all of them marry into our family”

“How could be so calm at this time? Our son is dead, the other one is to marry Margaery and now our father betrayed us”

“Our father has been without a wife for over a decade Cersei, he is a highborn lord, anyone would have a good chunk of heirs from another wife by now”

In jaimes defense he has always attempted to take the logical side when Cersei went on her little paranoid rants over loyalty or whatever the case was at that time, however, this time he could not sit for hours and let her blabber.

Jaime did not even blink when his father told him about his betrothal, he is a kingsguard, and Tyrion is… well, Tyrion and Cersei have played her part in becoming queen though she could not inherit lannisport, every year he waited for his father to announce a marriage of alliance for himself and now it was finally time.

“This is despicable, they will tarnish our name”

“How will they do that exactly? (Y/n) will probably do her best at becoming pregnant which will install our name to live on which as you know is truly what our father cares about”

“Margaery is a manipulative little scum she will shred our Tommen to pieces”

“Tommen was tormented by Joffrey for years and you know it, if anything having some female tending to him will probably do wonders for his confidence”

“Of course as a man that is all you think about, I do not even know why I came to you over this matter, once again I am called to act by myself”

That is when Jaime had heard enough, very softly he rose from his seat and went over to his clearly disheveled sister, a kiss was laid on the center of her forehead all while his hands rubbed up and down to her forearms making her puff out a breath of relief from the comfort his touch brought to her.

“You will do nothing, Father has already announced his betrothal, if anyone even touched a hair from (y/n)s head he will not hesitate to demand its head to be served on a silver platter”

“Father is just being short sighed it is us that must act to save him”

“From what? Having his bed warm by a woman? Especially her, surely you are not that blind that you haven’t understood what he saw in her”

“Don’t say it”

“I know it feels like salt over the wound-“

“No, no”

“You must admit the resemblance is uncanny”

“Never!”

Cersei pushed him away harshly, tears welled up in her eyes and all of a sudden she was rudely pulled back to that day, the gods forsaken day that Cersei had to witness her mother laying in bed with blood staining her nightgown.

“That bitch is not our mother”

“She is not, though she looks like her”

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Silver lion. Your husband, Tywin, gave you this nickname on your wedding night. You were so happy that you escaped marrying your brother Aerys.  But your happiness was clouded when you discovered your husband's obsession with you.

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Would tease you and love watching you get flustered 

Robb, Arya, Tormund, Obreyn, Margery, Ramsay, Beric

Would get flustered when teased but secretly love it 

Sansa, Bran, Theon, Catelyn, Jojen, Jorah, Jamie

Teases you and wants to be teased back 

Jon, Ned, Daenrys, Sandor, Tyrion, Bronn, Brienne, Yara, Thoros

Can't handle teasing 

Cersei, Tywin, Gilly, Sam, Missandei

A/N: gonna put HOTD ones in a separate post but lemme

Also the amount of tags, charecters, and weird spelled names made my brain hurt which is why I appreciate the simpleness of Jon

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Under his mane (Part 8) // Tywin Lannister x Baratheon!Fem!Reader

This post contains NSFW content! Minors DNI

 When Tywin lowered his new wife to his bed, their bed, she was overcome with deep familiarity. She remembered her days at Casterly Rock, she remembered the way the Rock had turned into a home she desperately had sought back then.

 Great part of that home, that safety she had gained, was built by the man on top of her. For a moment she allowed herself to just feel that safety, feel his lips mould against her with his stubble gently tickling her.

 Tywin gently caged her, bringing himself to rest on his elbows, his hands going to stroke her hair as his forearms rested on the bed. He was a man of strong rough passion. He was not a shy boy trying to find what he wanted to give or receive, he was a man who deliberately knew how to bring women sobbing pleasure and he also knew how to get what he wished.

 But he knew the Doe in his arms. He knew of the starvation of intimacy she felt, oh he knew every inch of her. Now what he wished to give her was a moment of said intimacy. He wished to see the way her lips would swell and the way her chest would rise out of breath when he’d pull away.  

 But he was only so patient. His kiss gained more fire as he moved his hands to lift her thighs around his hips. His wife gasping around his tongue at the sudden movement.

 ”Tywin”, she moaned as he gently pushed at his chest to break their kiss. ”I am not the scared girl who offered her body to you years ago”, she starts as she begins to softly pepper kisses along his jaw till she reaches his ear.

 ”You taught me how good it felt t-to share pleasure”, she whispers pressing her cheek against his, gently whimpering as she rolls her hips, her bare core against the seam of his trousers. ”Oh please, let me enjoy that pleasure again. I will be your good girl ”, she almost begged.

 Tywins eyes go almost black as he takes a gentle hold of her neck to see her eyes. When he speaks his voice makes Y/n shiver: ”Then be a good girl and get rid off that shift and kneel on the bed”

 ***

15 years ago in Casterly Rock

 There were many things Y/n Baratheon had been called.

”The tainted lady”

”The Prey among the beasts”

”Lannisters whore”

 All of those names left a mark on the Gentle Lady’s back. It was like all of the words where lashes of a whip.

 But even as the lashes fell, she continued to smile. She visited the orphans of Casterly Rock, visited the elderly people, spend time with the maids of the garden and smiled as she helped them to plant seed into the fresh spring soil.

She became the lady the Rock desperately wished to have after the loss of their lovely Joanna.

 Her mind was not something to be soothed. She felt guilt. Whenever she looked at Tywin Lannister, all she could do was feel deep unrelenting guilt. She was a tainted name under his protection.

 She was a pest sown into his keep. What could she do to return the favour of all he had done? She had nothing to offer, as a third child and only daughter of his long gone friend. The only sister of the King who at some point lost his care and decided to abandon his sister to chase a winter rose.

 She has Stannis in King’s Landing and Renly in the Reach. Both who could not help her give Tywin anything he already didn’t have.

She was a girl of 21 summers. Young woman who was never to know the love of a husband. Never to know the feeling of a babe of her own in her arms. She was forever the tainted lady.

 Talking with Tyrion did not help. He himself was an excile in his own family and his thoughts on favours were heavily changed by his only way of getting affection: whorehouses.

 Many times she had to ask for him to cease his talking of such things, for they only made her uncomfortable. But somewhere in the depth of his speeches, she found an desperate idea.

 If the people were to call the Tywin’s whore, why shouldn’t she return his help with her own favour? She knew naught of intimacy. She knew naught of love making. But she was desperate to not live as a leech for the rest of her days.

 ***

The sun was already down when Y/n readied herself. Putting on a flowy lavender gown, nothing too revealing but more intimate none the less. Dapping some rose oil to her neck and wrists, she took a deep breath. She was afraid to face the pain again. The hurt, the taunting, the humiliation.

 She knew it wasn’t like that for everyone but how could she expect to be treated as a lover when she was offering herself like this?

 Timidly she smiled at her guard as the started the long painful walk towards the Lord’s chamber. All her life she had been a good girl. She had been kind and gentle, a little too curious, honest and well-read for a lady many septas would say, but she was never a lady someone would be ashamed of.

 But the thoughts ringing in her head as she walked in the light corridors, were only rooted in her shame of what she had become.

***

Arriving at Tywin’s door she asked the guards to announce her. She had been in his study many times prior and the guards did not seem at all phased to see her.

 ”Lady Baratheon”

The guard announces as he opens the door for her and lets her in while remaining rooted outside as he had been taught.

 ”My lord”, she speaks smiling as she walks to take a seat across from the Great Lion himself, at his desk.

 ”What ails you my lady?”, Tywin asks her without missing a beat. Dropping down his quil he leans back on his seat to take a look at the woman before him. She looked all but ready to go to bed in her soft thin gown, body bare of any jewellery.

 She would never visit him this late, never, unless there was something deeply ailing her already troubled head.

 ”I have come to make you a-an offer my lord”, she says never taking her eyes off of his hands, not daring to raise her chin and look into his eyes. Tywin could see from his seat that the woman was shaking. Even in the dim light one could see how her whole posture screamed distress.

 ”Go on”, he encourages, having no idea what this offer could entail. They had had no business regarding Storm’s end. It was something they usually discussed before he took it to the King. Be it a scandal but Tywin knew Y/n was more than capable of understanding what is good for the people of Storm’s end and how to make it sound pretty to her brother.

 ”You have done an enormous favour to me in taking me here my lord. I can never repay you for the aid you have given me.”, she starts and takes a soothing breath,

 ”I-I wish to offer my- my body to you, for all the good you have done for me. The God’s know I will not be anyone’s wife”, she whispered the end still never once looking at the Old Lion in the eye.

 ”I see”, is the only thing Tywin says. His words make tears of humiliation rise into Y/n’s eyes. How could she have been so stupid to think he would take such an offer.

 A Lord of his status taking another Lord’s daughter as a whore. She was making mockery of them both. ”I am sorry, my lord, forgive me for insulting y-”, before she can finish her sentence and scramble up from her seat, Tywin rises.

 He takes four calm steps to reach her side. Kneeling by her seat, he gently puts a hand on her cheek and turns her glassy eyes to look at him.

 ”I will not make you a whore, Y/n”, he rumbles quietly. ”I will not take a woman who trembles at the thought of letting me near her. You have no debt to me. I enjoy having you here, I have no desire to exploit your body”

 Y/n gulps and raises a trembling hand to play with the lapel of his coat. ”What if I desire you?”, she asks, the question a lot more bold than her own voice.

 ”Then you shall wait till desire overrules your fear, little Sparrow”, he whispers before rising and planting a gentle kiss against her head. ”I shall escort you back to your chambers, my lady”, he then adds and goes back to being the stoic lion everyone fears.

 ***

Tywin gazed upon his wife as she sat on her knees on their bed. The beautiful Lady Lannister, on her knees just for him.

 Shrugging off his coat, and undershirt he takes a seat next to her on the bed. Stroking one of his war roughened hands across her thigh and bottom. Giving her bottom a rough squeeze he takes advantage of her gasp and pulls her in for another drowning kiss.

 Y/n’s back bends as she tries to keep up with the passion of her Lion. Feeling naught but desire in the cage of his strong arms she moans as he moves his kisses to her neck where he whispers. ”Be a good girl and help your husband remove his boots”

 As Tywin lets her go, she swiftly kneels on the floor and removes his boots. Tywin  once again raises her chin and nods towards his crotch.

 With slightly trembling hands, she opens her husbands breeches and pulls them down as Tywin raises his hips to aid her mission.

 A shiver runs down her spine as her husband makes his next wish. ”Will you now pleasure your husband?”, and so she does. She takes Tywin’s cock into her hand and strokes it firmly till he is fully hard. A tender hand on her head encourages her to kiss the hard shaft up till she gently licks swollen head.

 Tywin cannot help the rumbling moan that releases from his chest as she slowly takes the head into her mouth and hollows her cheeks. Tywin’s hand only remains as an encouragement, they had long ago made it clear that if she were to pleasure him with her mouth: she is in charge of how.

 When she starts to see the small tremors in his abdomen, she halts her sucking and starts laying small kisses on the shaft again. ”Come up here woman”, Tywin says breathlessly as he sits up straight again.

 A squeak escapes Y/n as Tywin pulls her onto her lap and with fast rough movements maneuvers them on the middle of the bed, with him now on top of her.

 ”What a salacious little creature my wife is”, he teases and starts kissing collar, making sure to leave small marks behind as he does. When arriving downwards he starts sucking on her nipple.

 ”Only for you, Tywin”, she whimpers hips bucking against his cock. Her noises get louder as he continues on his assault, now deftly getting his palm on her other breast and taking the other nipple between his fingers, as he teases the other with his mouth.

 His hands encourage her hips, moving his own hips aside, he gets her to roll her hips against his thigh. Angling his thigh so that she will have no way to move but with rubbing her pearl against his rough thigh.

Soon he switches his assault the other way around, taking her left nipple into his mouth. As he does he lets out a rumbling chuckle as Y/n’s breathless whines get louder.

 ”Ty-Tywin, please, o-oh”, she whimpers as Tywin’s hands force her hips to move faster along his thigh. The friction hitting just the right spot as she lets out a high pitched moan.

 ”Is my little wife going to come? Go on, take your pleasure on my thigh, I can feel your quim sopping through your undergarments. Let it wash over you”, he encourages as her movements get more shaky and her noises louder.

 Tywin was no young boy, but he could have come just from the sight and feel of her rubbing her clothed little pussy against his thigh. ”T-Tywin! I’m-It’s- Tywin!”, Y/n incoherently squeals as her thighs start shaking and she reaches her climax.

 She grasps the Great Lion’s shoulders and pulls him tightly against her body as she rides her aftershocks. Tywin takes mercy on her, knowing the state of her head after such pleasure and starts gently kissing the side of her head.

 ”There we go my little sparrow, I have you. ”, he mutters against her, his other hand soothingly running up and down her thigh.

 Y/n takes her lower lip between her teeth and presses her face towards his gentle kisses. It felt good to be in his arms again.

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Imagine: Being the older sister of Margaery and Loras Tyrell, and Lady Olenna makes you marry Tywin Lannister

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After marrying Tywin, to Stark!Readers utter humiliation, she’s near constantly pregnant. Continuously pushing out blonde haired, green eyed babies that look nothing like Starks. Within a few months of giving birth to one child, Tywin already has her legs over his shoulders and breeding another one into her warm cunt. She’s not safe when she’s pregnant either, with Tywin still commanding she mount and ride his cock even while in her third trimester.

You are always pregnant. That's how Tywin likes you. You are ashamed that not one child resembles any of the stark traits and only look like a Lannister but it brings Tywin great pleasure.

You have soon realized that Tywin likes to fuck you even more while you are pregnant. He makes you get on your knees and serve him, his cock in your mouth while you are pregnant and naked or after you gave birth. He just casually pulls you sensitive nipples while talking to you, making you feel like you are there for only one purpose. He makes you ride him while pregnant, telling you how you have disgraced house stark and is now his property. He will lovingly caress your swollen belly and feel his son while roughly pulling your hair.

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Hello!

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

Thanks for reading me!❤️

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

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

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

word count - 2k+

masterlist | series masterlist | Lion’s Grasp AU

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

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

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

“Do not drink too much darling.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“At work, miss.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Reached home, has she?” 

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

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

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

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

“How many have you indulged in, love?” 

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

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

“It’s tax season.”

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

“Like your hench-“

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, do you now?” 

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded your head once more. 

“Earn it then.”

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

“Take your panties off for me.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taglist in the comments

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

Comments and Reblogs are appreciated.

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

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

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Rereading AFFC and it’s really striking how much training Margaery got to be queen when compared to Cersei. I wish we had a Margaery POV but it’s obvious that she doesn’t just happen to love activities that just so happen to be great PR for her and her house. Maybe she enjoys some of it and being so social and active but look at how she spends her days. Going to see the daily catch at the docks, giving alms, riding horses and boats where everyone can see her and her ladies, favoring merchants and tradespeople all over the city, praying publicly in the sept of Baelor rather than privately in the Red Keep. Someone taught her that if she bought a snack from a street vendor that man would tell the story of how he met the Queen for the rest of his life and there is power in that. She knows how to politic and what her role is and how to go about queening. And her family trusts her! Trusts her to do well! Trusts her enough to leave her to it!

And seeing it from Cersei’s POV is sort of startling in that she can’t see what Margaery is doing and even when she can see it she doesn’t really understand why it’s important. Tywin Lannister was obsessed with his daughter becoming the queen since the moment she was born but never bothered to teach her a single thing about politics or how to be a queen. Not that Tywin had an eye for image politics but still. He really just thought that Cersei’s job as queen is to look pretty, give birth, and do what he tells her to. It’s a downright lack of imagination on his part. And a failure to prepare her.

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“I’m not jealous, it’s just your mine” with Tywin Lannister, please? Ty😘

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Warnings: suggestive content/ pre smut but no actual ,,, action. Jealous/possessive Tywin. Arranged marriage vibes, but reader and Tywin have kind of acquiesced with one another and have a mutual respect for each other. Reference to sexual harassment from another party. Fem!reader

You allowed Tywin to steer you away from the festivities, your hand tucked into the crook of his elbow, nails discretely stroking at the luxurious velvet of his crimson doublet. As he practically frogmarched you from the great hall, you flashed cordial smiles at the people you passed, while your husband’s mouth was set in a hard line.

Expecting him to take you straight to his chambers, you frowned in confusion as he took you into the gardens, the crisp, salt air refreshing on your heated face. “My lord?” You questioned.

“Are you alright, wife?” Tywin said, standing you in front of him, holding your upper arms as he looked down at you, scanning your face for any hint of upset.

“Yes, I’m fine,..” you said, narrowing your eyes suspiciously.

“I swear, I’ll have that fool’s hands if he touches you again,” he said lowly, more to himself than to you. When you cocked your head to the side, one of his hands snaked to the back of your neck, cradling your head with a surprising gentleness. “You’re not to dance with Lord Robar again,” he said firmly.

It dawned on you what had irritated Lord Tywin so. Lord Robar had asked for a dance, which you had granted. What you didn’t permit was the roving hands all over your waist and bottom. “You’re jealous, husband,” you said, and Tywin’s frown deepened when he saw the flirtation glinting in your eyes, the teasing lilt in your voice.

He pulled you closer. “I am not jealous, wife,” he said lowly, pressing his body to yours- and you were sure you could feel the hardening outline of his cock. “You are mine,” his breath skittered across your neck, making you shiver as your back pressed against the rough stone wall of Casterly rock. You gasped when you felt him shoving up your scarlet skirt, and felt his hand between your thighs, his fingers pressed against your dampening entrance, the heel of his hand firmly against your clit.

“This,” he grunted into your ear as the coastal wind swallowed your moans. “Is mine,”

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Master list

I want to preface this by saying I’m sorry for forcing y’all to having to scroll to find my imagines this took like two days to make, also I hope you were not expecting some fancy and beautiful list I am not that talented but this will do the trick.

Also everybody needs to thank @pearlstiare cause she quite literally took me by the hand and walked me through the entire process out of the goodness of their heart, so thank you for being such a wonderful person. Without further or due, enjoy!

Part two of the masterlist

Full list of the characters I write for

Aemond Targaryen

You Are No Dragon

All For The Motherland

My Little Sea Snake

The Apple Of His Eye

Do You Love Me?

‘Till The Seven Rings Of Hell

Take Care Of Me, My Love

I Would Be Honored

Grow Forever, Never Yield

I Will Do It

Lead The Way

Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon

Aegon Targaryen

The Man You Deserve

I Spill My Blood For You

What’s Your Name?

I Want To Try

After You Little Pet

Queen Of My Life

Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon

Jacaerys Velaryon

Do You Want this?

Part One

Part Two

Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon

Cregan Stark

My hearts soldier

My Beloved Wife

Daemon Targaryen

My Moonlight

You Bled For Them, You Decide

Part One

Part Two

An Eye For An Eye

Your Sweet Princess

Are You Mad?

The Death Of Me

She Has Your Eyes

Left Or Right?

It Is Time

What Are You Waiting For Then?

My Turn

We’ll Finish This Later

The Sunflower Of Highgarden

A Risk Taker

Gods Have Mercy

My Dragon

Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon

Tywin Lannister

I Got You, Little Wolf

The Bloody Princess

Massimo Torricelli

Fire And Flame

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Sherlock Holmes

It’s Alright Darling

You Are Family Now

Napoleon Solo

I Got You

Henry Cavill

The Lady Of The House

Part one

Part two

Let Me Have This

Geralt Of Rivia

Protect The Queen

Part one

Part two

There’s Nothing Wrong With Submission

The Dream

Part one

Part two

You Are My Home

Rio

You Can Do Better

A Boy, A Girl And A Game

You Are My Light

She Will Learn

Pete Davidson

The Sun And Moon

Dating Pete Davidson (Spiritual Edition)

Cedric Diggory

You Sneaky Little Fox

Draco Malfoy

We’ll Get Caught

Carlisle Cullen

What’s For Dinner?

Do I Have To?

One Way To Find Out

Just Like You

Of Course Precious

What’s Your Biggest Fear?

Off To Bed For You

Aro Volturi

Lamb For Slaughter

Emmett Cullen

Sir, This Is McDonald’s

That’s My Girl

Edward Cullen

Let Me Do Better

Jasper Hale

Pleasure Is All Mine

Niklaus Mikaelson

You Started This?

Part One

Part Two

My Little Cub

Our Love Is Eternal

Mess Is Mine

Sounds Like Heaven

Maybe It’s Better This Way

Elijah Mikaelson

I Quite Enjoyed It

We’ll See About That

Kai Parker

You’ll Be Fine

See You Around Honey

Excuse Me?

Ivar The Boneless

She Is A Lady

Harwin Strong

I Promise

Look At Me, Princess

I Would Like That

Khal Drogo

Stay With Me

[gulnarsultan]

》 Lion and rose 《

They say a Lannister never goes into debt. It didn't take you long to realize how true that sentence was. You were thinking of never attending the party where you met your husband Tywin. You couldn't remember exactly how you got his attention. Is it because you are not afraid of him, because you are not interested, or because of your beauty and intelligence? To be honest, it didn't really matter anymore. Your children were Lannisters just like their fathers. They've had their fair share of your husband's pride, arrogance, and ego. You try to teach them the best aspects of your own personality as best you can. Even if your husband was proud, arrogant, and selfish, he would never mistreat you. But after your last child, Tyrion, was born, your life turned upside down.

》 Aslan ve gül 《

Bir Lannister asla borca ​​batmaz derler. Bu cümlenin ne kadar doğru olduğunu anlamanız uzun sürmedi. Kocanız Tywin ile tanıştığınız partiye hiç katılmamayı düşünüyordunuz. Dikkatini nasıl çektiğini tam olarak hatırlayamıyordun. Ona çekinmediğin için mi, ilgilenmediğin için mi, yoksa güzelliğin ve zekan yüzünden mi dikkatini çekmiş olabilirsin? Dürüst olmak gerekirse, artık pek önemi yoktu. Çocuklarınız tıpkı babaları gibi Lannister'lardı. Kocanızın gururundan, kibirinden ve egosundan adil bir pay aldılar. Onlara elinizden geldiğince kendi kişiliğinizin iyi özelliklerini öğretmeye çalışırsınız. Kocanız gururlu, kibirli ve bencil olsa bile size asla kötü davranmazdı. Ama son çocuğunuz Tyrion doğduktan sonra hayatınız alt üst oldu.

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masterlist

request guidelines || fandoms & characters

*smut

game of thrones

brienne of tarth jealously not a joke no one hurts you rest together again

tywin lannister love can bloom sweet little dragon may i have this dance? it was my mothers everyone needs some comfort nightmares

sandor clegane waking up to you flowers you are the one i want

oberyn martell enough of this

house of the dragon

ser harwin strong the third time's the charm || part one || part two || part three waking up to you our final moments together looking after a sick harwin rainy days no longer yours a life together general dating headcanons (w/ rhaenyra) good boy * a gift

princess rhaenyra targaryen looking after a sick harwin general dating headcanons (w/ harwin)

prince aemond targaryen anything for you || i'll figure it out waking up to you engagement headcanons (w/aegon (separate)) protective siblings (w/aegon) hiding jealousy

king aegon ii targaryen Disappointment || series masterlist engagement headcanons (w/aemond (separate)) jealously protective siblings (w/aemond)

jacaeys valaryon our secret

queen alicent hightower dragons new sensations *

lord of the rings

legolas injuries clingy stranger

aragorn injuries

boromir stay with me deserve you return to you

the sandman

lucifer here with me i would never hurt you lonely

bridgerton

Benedict this is my idea

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tywin au where instead of terrorizing the realm he terrorizes twitter timelines by becoming a millionaire educator tradcath account

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Under his mane (Part 7) // Tywin Lannister x Baratheon!Fem!Reader

”A Golden wedding for a golden pair”, someone whispered as the people watched the mighty Old Lion take the Gentle Doe into his arms as the music began to play.

 The way their eyes never left each other’s, the way Tywin’s tall form lead them around the dance floor and the way the bride’s dress swayed in their steps was the epitome of a golden couple. Graceful, powerful and enigmatic.

 ”I feel like an animal in a cage with all these stares”, Y/n whispers as she feels the eyes boring holes into her. Tywin lets a small smirk cross his face.

”Let them stare. You are a Lannister now and-”

”A Lion does not concern himself with the opinions of a sheep”, the new Lady Lannister finishes gently for her husband. It felt surprisingly easy to be in Tywin’s arms in front of all the people. The time she had spent with him over the years was more than just enough for her to feel at ease with him.

 And she knew he would be her strength and stay if needed, no matter his reputation or his own volatile thoughts of himself.

 ”Now now, my lady. You might be my wife now but one should still remain careful when laying in bed with a lion”, Tywin says face serious but voice teasing. She gives a slight smile at him and raises her brows.

 ”I would think it’s safer to lie with the lion rather than lie waiting for it to bounce on you”, she shrugs. Tywin raises his brows at her statement, making her blush as she realizes how her words must have sounded. ”That is how it is for all the women in this realm. Your father and your husband are the beasts that can protect you and give you the most power. But they also are the ones that have the power to take all of yours away in the eyes of the realm”

 ”Do you think I married you just to have you as a pet?”, Tywin scoffs tightening his hold on her, mindful of pulling on her hair.

 ”Do you think I would be a good pet , my lord?”, Y/n challenges him. Asking questions was more entertaining than answering them. If Tywin was in the mood to entertain her questions, she knew she would get entertaining answers.

 ”You may kneel to me in the safety of our bedroom but I would be an idiot to make you kneel in the council room” Tywin’s answer is softer than what she had ever expected. A gentle warmth blooms in her chest as she nods at his words. He was not a man who was intimidated by the idea of a council from women, he was a man who was irritated by the council of people who thought themselves smarter than they were.

She also cannot help but blush at the beginning of his answer. Oddly there was truth to that too. She wished to have a husband who she could kneel to if she so wished. Who she could give all of her vulnerability to when she needed to level her head.

She was always so in control and aware of herself, she needed someone who she could give that power to so she could rest for once.

 As the music comes to halt, the pair turns to walk back to their table arm in arm.

 ”Grandfather! Aunt!”, sounds a cry from the King’s table. Sure enough the blonde boy king stood on his feet, a goblet in his hand and a nasty grin on his face. Y/n’s jaw tightens as she stares at the boy with fire, her hatred burning as strong as wild fire.

 ”The night is young but that’s when young lovers usually like to retire is it not?”, the King’s joke gains a couple of laughs of pity but those come to a quick silence as they see the look on the face of the Hand of the King.

 Tywin licks at his teeth as he waits for his grandson to make another wrong comment. Another wrong comment and the King would be asleep for the rest of his life. If only he could snap that boy down to the deepest hell he was born from.

”It would be a shame for my Lady Aunt to not experience the appreciation of the men as you experienced the love of the ladies when you were first married, Grandfather.”, the King giggles as his mother and Uncle both look nervous at the way he is behaving, knowing full well what their father was capable of.

 ”Let the bedding begin!”

 ”Very well, let us not keep our YOUNG king awake longer than he should be”, Tywin sneers glaring at Joffrey sharply. The boy let’s out a little gulp and has the sensibility look away.

 When the hollers of the men start, Y/n feels the urge to panic, all her memories flooding to her. But before any hand can be laid upon her, her husband is kneeling down, her feet are taken from under her and she thrown over a very high shoulder.

 Tywin was carrying her to their bed chambers. Tywin Lannister was carrying her in front of all of the guests. The hollers die down at the sight. With a soft squeak she grabs onto the leather of Tywin’s coat. The absurdity of the situation almost causing her to laugh.

 This was not an act to humiliate her, no. This was an act to dare anyone to hurt her and live with the consequences. She knew that the common people in the keep needed no warning. The servants and town’s people were rarely malicous when it came to people who treated them well. They were people who worked to live, they did not work to gain petty power.

 The reminder was to the knights and Lords and Ladies. To the King and the Queen regent.

 No one in the room dares to touch the pair as the husband carries his wife across the hall towards the tower of the hand. Tywin looks at the men around the room with the eyes of steel. Daring them to take a step closer.

 No one moves until the couple is out of sight.

 ***

When the pair arrive to the steps leading to the Tower of the Hand, Tywin gently places Y/n back to the ground.

 ”I must say, you surprise me, my lord husband”, Y/n says with a soft mischievous smile. ”I never expected such show of strength from such an old man”

 Her jest causes Tywin to let out a short laugh. ”My my wife, there are more than enough surprises to come”, he says jovially as they began ascending the steps. ”That boy needed a lesson, no one seems to be keeping the brat in check”, he says lowering his voice slightly.

 ”I used to think that boy needed some benefit of a doubt for his youth. I pitied him for how my brother treated him.

He is far too gone to be saved anymore, Margaery is his only chance for becoming a beloved King. But should she fail…I never want to see that fate fall on anyone”, the Doe says shaking her head slightly.

 ”And what say you of your remaining brother’s claim to the Throne?”, Tywin inquires laying a hand on the small of his new wife’s back.

 A soothing or domineering gesture. In this case: Both

 ”In an ideal world birth right should not matter to who sits on the throne. In ours it makes it easier to choose who leads but do you truly think birth right gives anyone the quality to sit on a throne? Most people cleaning the sewers have more sensibility than us born in the great houses.

 No matter what we claim, all we are fighting for is our own power. Marriages, wars, they are selfish deals for people of nobility, we just try to justify them to ourselves so we can keep living our status”, she near whispers the end as they arrive in front of the guards who immediately open the door for them.

 Once they are let inside the chambers Tywin leads her to have a seat in front of a dresser. The bed chamber of the hand was everything that was to be expected, red and gold, and regal. Yet the things that laid inside spoke of a pragmatist living inside of it. The fishing rods and sets of knives laying on top of a chest were not the common sight for a bed chamber of a man in his boots.

 Looking at each other through the looking glass, Tywin speaks lowly. ”Family is all that matters, family is what keeps on living. We are a family now. It is no longer my legacy or your legacy, it is our legacy that matters.

 My children never learned that blood does not give you wisdom, tact or capability. If one doesn’t build their own legacy it will die down, no matter what the generations before us built”

 While speaking he walks over to a pitcher and pours out two goblets of wine. Walking back and placing her goblet on the dresses he takes her chin into his hand and turns her to face him.

 ”You understand more than you should in the eyes of many, you fool many but you won’t fool me. You did not answer my question of Stannis which leads me to my answer. ”

”Do not hide things from me”, his tone turns dangerous at the end of his speech causing Y/n to gulp.

 Gently pulling Tywin’s hand off of her face, she takes a sip of her wine and stands up, stepping right in front of her husband. ”I am at your mercy Tywin. Bare and scarred, as I have been since I was laid in front of you”, she admits looking down at her feet.

 Gentle hands lift her crown of antlers off of her head, a sound of metal softly touching wood following the action. The feet of her husband disappear from in front of her as she feels his hands meticulously starting to untie the laces of her gown.

 They stand in silence as he works on the lacings, soon helping her arms out of the sleeves. Leaving her only in her chemise and tubular bodice.

 Offering her his arm, he guides her to step out of the dress and stand once again face to face with him. His hands cup the back of her neck as he brings their faces closer to each other before speaking ”I am a hardened man Y/n. I am a cruel man. But no mark will taint your skin apart from the marks of passion from this day on”

 The low timbre of his voice causes a shiver to rise up the spine of the new Lady of the Casterly Rock causing her to let out an audible sigh. Never had she doubted how attractive Tywin Lannister was, no matter his age, he was still a handsome, authoritive man. A man who commanded attention without begging for it.

 Staring into his green, gold flecked eyes, she softly leans up and kisses the edge of his mouth before lowering her forehead to rest against the side of his chin.

 ”Mark me then, bring me under you mane for good”, she whispers vulnerably.

Her request causes Tywin’s chest rise and his nostrils to flare.

 I am no savage,

 Tywin thinks, before his hand tangles itself into the hair of his new wife, pulls her face back, just to bring her back closer to lock their lips together with overwhelming desire.

 Y/n can’t help the whimper that rises out of her mouth as Tywin bites on her lower lip, his other arm circling her whole back to hold her impossibly close. Raising her own arms she bring one of her hands to cup his cheek while the other finds itself on his shoulder blade.

 ”My Lord”, she moans as he pulls on her hair to get room to nibble on her neck, his scruff scratching her sensitive skin.

 Tywin pulls back with a ferocious look in his eyes. ”There are plenty of Lords in Westeros but there is only one Tywin Lannister and my wife will only call on my name in the throes of pleasure”, he growls .

 ”Tywin”, his lady wife says softly looking up at him with wide glistening eyes. Once again, her husband bends his knees and her feet leave the floor. This time her legs end up around his waist and lips locked with his.

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