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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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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

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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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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?”

[dragons-and-handcuffs]

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.

[themotherofblood]

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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[andthemaidenfair]

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.

[ilynpilled]

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

[thebadboyfanclub]

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

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Pleasure Is All Mine

Niklaus Mikaelson

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Our Love Is Eternal

Mess Is Mine

Sounds Like Heaven

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I Quite Enjoyed It

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See You Around Honey

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[theship-thewalrus]

Hi could you do a Tywin Lannister x Targaryen reader where the reader is the surviving daughter of Elia Martell and Rhaegar Targaryen ( aegons twin) saved by Ned stark and raised by the starks she'll be know as Robb stark twin sister an arranged one shot where the two are married

twyin lannister x female!reader

pretty much the same as the ask :)

word count: 1024 words reading time: about 5 minutes warnings: mentions death. Very, very brief mention of what happened to Elia Martell

The Starks were a large, mismatched family with a bastard and a ward that they looked after amongst their own children. Amongst the various secrets in their family, the was a large looming secret that was kept with the utmost importance. That their oldest daughter, twin to Robb, was not truly their daughter. Instead, one of the last living Targaryens, living in the North and as a Stark. Her hair was dyed a deep black to help hide the otherwise snow-white hair. It was of the utmost importance it was regularly dyed to ensure it was she was safe. No one outside of the family knew of such a secret, many believing she was simply (Y/N) Stark.

You were married to Tywin Lannister after the man realised he needed a successor. Jamie nor Tyrion was fit to rule over Casterly Rock. They did not have the drive or power to rule House Lannister, thus he needed another. It was well known the Lord of Casterly Rock was obsessed with the betterment of his house. When the opportunity arose to marry a Stark, excelling his relations in the North and producing an heir, he took it.

Your wedding was extravagant, a large feast with many notable houses invited to wish the best to the pair. Many wishes and gifts were given, even before the wedding commenced. Though you seemed less than excited at the festivities, a fake smile sat on your face for most of the night. It was not that Tywin was a hideous man, much the opposite, you simply had no knowledge outside whispers and tales about the man. A dictator. A murderer. A widower. You had heard of what he planned to do to the Targaryens, what his son did to the King. To hear the murders of your family had always put you on edge, leaving a sour taste in your mouth. But you never had the misfortune to be close to the people who had murdered them. To marry someone who allowed the rape and murder of your mother and siblings. It was fear that fueled you, though he knew not of your true name, you feared if he ever did your fate would be the same as your mother.

During your relationship with the man, you dyed your hair more than usual. Doing it an almost unhealthy amount, that you feared what might happen if he saw even a strand of your natural hair. He was a smart man, easily reading people and putting two and two together. You knew even the slightest whiff of something he would be on it like a bloodhound.

Yet over the years, you both began to grow true feelings for one another. You began to become more relaxed around the man you had feared for some time. Going back to dying your hair less, being more open about your life instead of the shell of the person you were when they met. You both share quality time together, simply going through the steps to falling in love.

But with comfort came carelessness, as things began to slip. Truths were slowly coming to the surface. Tywin begins to take more notice of certain things. How you dye your hair. The fear and wariness when the Mountain was just mentioned. Whenever asking any question about it, you stirred away from such a thing, moving the focus to anything but the topic at hand. Tywin was not one to entertain secrets and lies within his family. Treating them like weeds in a garden, needing to be uprooted and taken out before they grew too much.

Deciding he had had enough of the games, trapping you in conversation before springing the questions and demanding the answers. "My Lady Wife, I have a question for you?" You had been chatting about what happened that day, how you talked through the garden, what you saw, and who you talked to. Simply thinking the question would be based on that, you nodded happily "Of course, ask me anything." You looked at him so innocently, a soft smile on your face. "I want to ask about your hair. Is black its natural colour?" You laugh slightly at his question, but there was an underlying worry. "Of course, my love. Why would you think it was not?"

He took notice of the worry in your voice, no matter how small or slight it was. His eyes bore into your own, his face void of emotion, you felt like a mouse going up against a cat. "It just seems to dull one day and then the next it is much deeper. Can you explain?" His words were chosen carefully, stringing them together, eyes burning you into your seat. You wanted nothing more to get away from this conversation, but you knew it would only bring more questions. You knew your husband was a tactical man, piecing things together in his mind, wanting to catch you in a lie.

"Perhaps it was simply the light that day? The weather had been strange as of late." It was a lie wrapped in truth, hoping it was enough to set him off his trail. But he did not falter eyes looking at you questioningly, as if he was asking if that truly was your final answer. But you attempt to stay stone face, mirroring your husband. "Do not lie to me. I do not take well to lies." It was meant to evoke fear within you, to use your fear to get the truth from you. But you would not crack so easily to be scared of the consequences of telling the truth than telling a lie.

"I do not speak lies. It is the truth, my love. Why would I lie to you?" Your voice was sweet as you lean in closer to him in the hopes it would ease the tension. But he was still like a stone, not giving her an inch. "But you do lie, you think you are a little minx. You think the sly old fox will not catch on. But it does. It always does, my sweet little dragon."

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heaven I beg you to write another part of yandere tywin x innocent reader, it is without a doubt one of my favorites 🦁💖💖 with smut 😖🔥

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“Tywin..” You softly whimpered. Your whimpers of pleasure echoing around the beautiful, royal chambers. He only hummed against your soaked pussy some more; his tongue moving slowly over your clit. Your hands tightened their grip on the silk, blood red sheets around you both, your body already arching against him.

He only moaned against you once more; sending vibrations onto your soaked pussy. His tongue eagerly moves over to lap at your wetness. Not before harshly sucking on your clit that had your eyes rolling back. His rough hands moved up and down your inner thighs as his tongue finally slipped inside you.

Your legs moved over his shoulders; nearly squeezing his head as you began to lose control. Your stomach is tightening already. Tywin’s chuckles sounded out around the room as he kept you still. Goosebumps easily moved over your soft skin as you rocked against his mouth; your climax easily building.

You had thought your lord husband would grow bored of you by now but it seemed time only made him more obsessed and you more desirable to him. It had your heart racing just thinking about it. The sound of your wetness echoed around the room as did the sound of Tywin’s feasting of you. 

“Oh gods…” You couldn’t hold back anymore as the pleasure was driving you wild. Your inner legs were completely soaked and his hold on your hip was now useless. You were rocking against his face with passion that he matched. His harsh sucking of your clit resumened whilst his fingers came to play.

He spread apart your lips and had your clit so defenceless. Tywin sucked and kitten licked you before slipping two fingers inside you. He curled against your spongy spot as his smirk only widened. His thumb teased your clit before he cheekily added a third finger to deliciously stretch you.

His tongue moved over you as your legs were already shaking. Your stomach is tightening already. “Cum now.” Tywin ordered. His fingers moved quickly now before he moved to sucking your clit. His tone and touch was enough to push you over the edge as your climax ripped through you.

Tywin hummed and quickened his fingers to prolong your climax.

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“You have to behave, sweet girl.” You whispered into your daughter’s ear. Not as if the one year old could understand you but you had to try. She only blinked up at you with those large eyes and bright locks. You could only shake your head and move to place her onto your hip. “I do imagine she will not listen to you.”

You giggled as Tyrion came to walk beside you. “I think you may be right.” You hummed. “I usually am.” You shook your head at his words as your daughter thankfully rested her head on your shoulder; seemingly uninterested even as the doors opened to the feast already being enjoyed.

“I did not think the old lion still had it in him.” You heard the whispers of Lords even as you didn’t understand their words. Nor did you want to. You were too interested in finding the twins who were never far from trouble. “I hope Jamie has not brought more swords for them to play with.” You hummed.

“You worry too much.” Tyrion whispered; lifting a goblet of wine from a passing table to nearly down in one sip. You only raised an eyebrow at him. “And you worry too little.” A raised cup was your only answer as you rolled your eyes. Amusement dancing in them as you turned the corner. 

“There you are.” You hummed as your little girl clapped too; much to your son’s delight as they raced over. “Mama..” They both called out and moved to hug your legs as you continued to move through the crowd with them. “Where is your father?” You hummed to them; your little girl lifting her head at the mention of him.

“Over there.” Your oldest twin who was more outgoing pointed across the room before running off once more. “Hmm, what shall we do with him?” You looked down to your son who only chuckled before burrowing into your dress. Your free hand gently took his own as you guided him through the Lords and Ladies; smiling politely and nodding.

A chubby hand moved into your locks and pulled. “Oh, are you starting already?” You teased your little girl who could only giggle. She hid into your neck as you gently tickled her sides. “Y/N..” You heard Joffrey’s little voice coming over to you as you finally looked up. Tywin’s eyes as ever on you.

A Lord was whispering in his ear but you knew your husband was hardly listening; not when you were closing in on him. “My love.” You hummed; his hand reaching for your own when you came close enough. You smiled politely at the Lord whilst your daughter was already making grabby hands to her father.

He leaned close and took her from you as his soft lips found your own. “Are you well?” He whispered; always worried even as his face stayed the same. His free hand moved onto your hip and kept you close. “I am.” You  hummed before kneeling down to the twins. “Are you hungry?”

They shook their heads; too interested in their nephew now who began to show them intricate lion sculptures. Tywin’s hand moved to your shoulder now; moving to play with a lock of your hair. Your hand moved onto his chest as you moved impossibly close into his side. You reached to place a lock of your daughter’s hair out of her face.

A kiss was pressed on the top of your head by your husband as you hummed; a soft blush coming over your cheeks. The idea of leaving this warm place did not enter your mind again as the children distracted you some more. His hand moved onto your stomach and softly stroked you. 

“You should not strain yourself.” He whispered into your ear; pressing a soft kiss to your neck. You only hummed with a roll of your eyes. He was always so protective. “You worry too much.” The familiar words fell from your lips as you pressed a soft kiss to his jaw.

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A Lion in the Garden -Tywin Lannister x Reader- (Part 26)

WARNING: this chapter is literally entirely smut. Pure, filthy smut. Enjoy.

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Tywin opened the door to his bedroom, guiding me inside. The warm candlelight put me at ease, and as I made my way towards the bed, I heard Tywin shutting the door behind me. 

When I looked back, he was already pulling off his boots. The room was silent besides the sound of our breathing, and I stood still as he approached me. I was the first to reach out, hands carefully grappling with the clips on his red coat. 

Neither of us said a thing as I worked my way down, each golden clip handled with an affectionate care. When I was finished with them, I gently removed the garment from his shoulders and began to fold it. Tywin’s hand gripped at my wrist, and when my head shot up with surprise, he shook his head.

“Let it fall.”

I hesitated for a moment, almost feeling guilty for not putting such a gorgeous piece away properly. Nevertheless, I did as he said, not breaking our eye contact when I dropped it. 

He took a deep breath, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear as I reached for his shirt. I felt the material scrunch against my hands, coming loose as I untucked it from his pants. Slowly, I unbuttoned it and removed it too. 

The sound of the fabric hitting the floor was so loud in the quiet room, and I took a step forward to press my lips to Tywin’s chest. He brought his hands to my hair, inhaling as my fingers met the skin there too. 

“(Y/N)…” he muttered, grabbing at my shoulders then and turning me around. I felt his hands come to my back, reaching at the ribbons on my dress.

Slowly, he undid them, spreading my dress apart and leaning toward me. I shivered as I felt his warm palms against my skin, and I let out a soft sigh when he began to kiss my back. Tywin began to kiss upwards, placing his lips on my shoulders and then finally coming to my neck.

“Tywin please…” I gasped, his hands continuing to undo my dress while he sucked at the most tender spot on my neck. He let out a noise of affirmation, not stopping in the slightest. I knew a mark would be left, yet I did not care in the slightest. I wanted him to mark me. 

When Tywin reached the last ribbon, his hands came to my arms and began to pull my dress down. As my dress hit the floor, I felt my entire back and chest being exposed to the cool air. 

I also felt Tywin grabbing at my underskirts now, hands at my hips as he dug his thumbs underneath the fabric and began to tug it down. I shimmied my hips a bit, helping him get the rest of my undergarments off. 

I was completely nude then, and Tywin wasted no time, hands exploring every inch of me. He moved them over my hips and my waist, making me shiver in his grasp. Then they came to my breasts, running my nipples through his fingers. In a moment of instinct, I couldn’t help but reach back and grab at him. 

Tywin finally broke away from my neck, chuckling and wrapping his arms around my waist so he could pull me back into him completely. He immediately went back to work on that mark, and I couldn't resist the moan that escaped my throat. His hands had come to my thighs now, and one of them was finding its way between my legs. I squirmed with pleasure as Tywin began to rub my clit, but he held me firm and continued his motions.

“Tywin… Tywin…” I breathed, already feeling quite overwhelmed. From behind me, I could feel his cock going hard in his pants, and I had the desperate desire to free him from his clothes entirely.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Wife,” Tywin muttered in reply, feeling my slick on his fingers as he continued to stimulate me. I whined, gripping onto the arm that was holding me still. There was something insanely erotic about him calling me wife as he did this, and I couldn’t help but moan as I grinded against his fingers. 

He lifted me up a bit, taking a few steps forward so we wouldn’t get tripped up in our clothes and then continuing to rub between my legs. I was still holding him, head thrown back against his shoulder as he moved down to kiss my throat. 

“Do you want me to put a finger inside you, wife?” He questioned, voice deep and low. I nodded desperately, reaching back with one hand to try and tug his pants off. I wanted to feel all of him against me.

Just then, I felt Tywin’s hand go a bit further, and his middle finger prodded at my entrance. Carefully, he pushed it inside and began to stretch me out, pumping the digit and sparking pleasure in me again. 

“Add a second,” I commanded, head a bit clearer now that he was no longer focused on my clit. Tywin’s fingering always turned me into a mess, but it took two fingers and a sort of rhythm we hadn’t quite achieved just yet, which gave me the opportunity to finally pull his pants down to his lower thighs. He shook them down to the ground and then kicked them away, focus immediately back on me once he had. 

“Desperate to get me naked, aren’t you?” Tywin mumbled, adding another finger just like I’d asked him to. Sometimes he would fight me on it, but I knew that tonight was just about pure pleasure and love. 

“I want to feel all of you,” I told him, letting out a shaky breath as I felt his digits stretching me even further. Tywin had begun to curl them, pumping his hand into me and making me moan. He was hitting exactly where he knew he should. 

“And can you? Can you feel how hard I am?” He questioned, pressing even closer to me. The answer of course, was yes, I could in fact feel him. Even more than just how hard he was, I could feel him occasionally twitching or throbbing, and it gave me a sort of satisfaction to know just how desperate he was. 

“Y-Yes… yes I can… I’ll take care of you right after this,” I moaned, grinding against his hand and shaking with pleasure. Tywin’s attack on my g-spot was relentless, and I was beginning to cry out and squirm on his fingers.

“You’re so good for me, sweet girl. Look at how you tremble, all for two fingers,” he said softly, giving me a smug chuckle as I continued to moan. My head was thrashing about and pressing back against his shoulder, my climax building in my abdomen. 

“D-Don’t stop,” I babbled, feeling as though I’d die if this pleasure was revoked from me. Tywin pressed a sweet kiss to my cheek, which meant he had heard me perfectly. 

“Relax yourself, wife. You’re tense, all over you’re tense. Focus and let yourself go limp, I’ve got you,” Tywin instructed, forcing me to overcome the haze of pleasure and dedicate my muscles to calming themselves. As I did, the pleasure became even more overwhelming and I was cumming on his fingers within seconds. 

I cried out with an extreme volume, unable to resist the way I tensed up as my orgasm rippled through me. My moans were loud and clear while my walls clenched and pulsed around Tywin’s large digits, his sweet praises filling my ears as I did. 

“Tywin! T-Tywin! Fuck, Tywin!” I gasped, legs shaking and giving out beneath me. For a moment, the fear of falling gripped me, but Tywin’s arms held me strong and upright. His pumping fingers had not slowed, and as a consequence I was unable to keep myself from squirting on them. 

Feeling my juices on his hand made him groan with a sort of pleasure, and he did not relent until I had stopped dripping completely. 

“Good girl, such a good girl, hm? My beautiful wife, wetting all over my fingers,” he muttered, finally slipping out from inside of me and then pressing a sweet kiss to my lips. After that, he continued to pepper kisses across various parts of my skin, knowing I would need some time. 

“You’re alright, (Y/N). Take a moment and breathe before we continue.”

It took me a minute to escape my cloudy thoughts, but once I was free of the post-orgasm haze I immediately turned and began to kiss Tywin back. I was not satiated just yet, and I did not think I would be for quite some time. 

I gripped his shoulders and dragged him over to the sofa, pushing down on his shoulders so he would know that I wished for him to sit down. Tywin was aware of what I intended to do, of course, but seemed hesitant. He pulled away from my lips, and I raised an eyebrow. 

“If I sit down your knees will end up aching. You sit, I’ll stand in front of you,” Tywin suggested, which I realized was quite reasonable. Once I had sat down, I reached out for his hips, pulling him closer and observing just how hard he really was. 

I looked up at Tywin and observed as I grasped his cock in my hands, slowly beginning to stroke. He let out a gentle sigh of pleasure, eyes fluttering. 

“We haven’t had time to properly touch each other since Winterfell, have we?” I questioned, though I knew I was correct.

“No, we haven’t. It makes this feel even better,” he muttered in reply, bucking his hips into my hand ever so slightly. I smiled, moving my head forward and taking his tip into my mouth. Tywin let out a deep groan, one hand coming into my hair so he could steady himself. 

I went even further, going practically as far as I could and handling the rest of him with my palms. Above me, I heard Tywin’s heavy breathing and sighs as I began to bob my head, tongue stimulating his tip vigorously. 

“Gods, (Y/N)… you’ve gotten so good at this,” he moaned, petting my hair and thrusting into my mouth a bit. I made a noise of affirmation around his cock, and he shivered beneath me. 

Over the last few months I’d grown to love and crave the subtle, savory taste of him and often found I could not ever have enough. If I was able to listen to his sweet moans while doing it, I found I would gladly suck Tywin’s cock for the rest of my life. 

I felt my own satisfaction increasing as he continued to buck his hips into me, desperate for more as I coated him with my saliva. His hands were clutching my head now, and I knew it wouldn’t be long until he was entirely fucking my mouth. 

It had taken us a bit to get entirely comfortable with each other, but I had assured him multiple times that I did not mind when he made me choke and gag. In all honesty, I found it rather arousing when he did so. 

“Such a good wife, hm?” Tywin groaned, doing just as I’d predicted and holding my head still as he thrusted into my mouth. I hummed in response, beginning to actually suck on him now and listening to the moans erupt from his throat. Tywin was thrusting even deeper now, and as I sucked I’d begun to gag on him, which elicited an entirely new pitch of cries from him. 

I was truthfully very glad Tywin was a vocal man, for if he hadn’t been I don’t think I would’ve cared to do this at all. His cries and groans were something of a reward, and I loved no sound more.

As I continued to stimulate him, I could tell he was getting close as his thrusts were slowing and becoming sloppier. I continued exactly as I had been, and when he gasped my name and stopped entirely I readied myself to swallow his seed. 

After he’d finished and I had swallowed, Tywin removed himself from my mouth and attempted to catch his breath. I planted kisses on his hips and stomach while he did, enjoying the gentle pets on my hair. 

“Oh sweet girl,” Tywin muttered, coming back to himself and motioning for me to get up. We had a certain order to things, and I knew what was coming now. Being an older man, Tywin often needed a bit of time before continuing, and he always decided to spend that time with his head between my legs, much to my delight. 

“Do you want me on the bed?” I questioned, standing and placing more kisses on his chest and shoulders. He held my hips, always wanting to be touching me. 

“Yes, but you can be on top if you’d like,” he said, looking down at me to gauge my reaction. I smiled, of course, always thrilled to ride his face. 

“Yes, I would like that.”

As I made my way towards the bed, Tywin could not resist the urge to smack my ass, and I gasped before laughing and sitting down. He was smiling when he approached too, reaching for my chin and tilting it upwards so he could kiss me. Just for a moment, I held his chest and kissed back. 

After breaking away, Tywin laid down on the bed and got comfortable before motioning for me to come over. Eagerly, I got up on my knees and made my way towards him, straddling his chest at first to let him take the lead. 

“Come here, wife,” he commanded, wrapping his arms around my thighs and pulling me up. I let out a soft laugh, moving closer to him and being cut off as he pulled me into his face. I let out a breathy moan as his tongue found its way between my folds, lapping eagerly at my clit. I had to grip the headboard for support, Tywin’s name repeatedly slipping from my mouth.

I could feel his fingers digging into my thighs, desperately gripping the skin there and keeping me snug against his mouth while he pleasured me. His head was rhythmically moving side to side, making me shudder and cry out in ecstasy. 

“Tywin! Oh gods, keep doing that,” I gasped, to which he chuckled and complied. The noise sent a sort of vibration through me and I let another moan escape from my throat. 

I continued to rock against his face, back arching as his hands began to reach up for my tits. I was both grateful for the support and aroused by his touch, especially as he let himself knead them. 

My eyes went wide as I felt Tywin’s tongue slip inside me, especially because his rather large nose was simultaneously bumping my clit. 

“T-Tywin… Tywin,” I cried, grasping his hair in one of my hands more instinctively than intentionally. My legs had begun to shake, and he wrapped his arms around my thighs again just in case I should attempt to escape the overwhelming pleasure. 

Because it was overwhelming. 

I was completely riding his face now, hips rolling against him in a sort of heated rhythm as I took my pleasure from his tongue. He was so eager and it was driving me wild as my orgasm creeped towards me. 

I felt it suddenly grip me, and I cried out so loudly I was suddenly grateful we’d forgone the bedding ceremony, for it might’ve been embarrassing to know there were people gathered outside the door. 

My legs continued to shake, and I threw my head back as the absolute ecstasy coursed through me, my own juices releasing from inside me. My eyes went wide, for I wasn’t expecting such a thing to happen, but even as I wet Tywin’s beard, he would not let go nor would he relent.

“T-Tywin… oh fuck, Tywin,” I panted, both hands on the headboard again as I leaned forward and buried my face into my arms. His grip on me had softened just a bit, and once he was completely certain I had come down from my orgasm, he finally let go and stilled his mouth. 

Carefully, I lifted myself from his face, moving over and collapsing next to him in bed. Tywin smiled at me smugly as he wiped his face clean, throwing the towel aside once he had. 

“My pretty girl… my wife,” he muttered, leaning towards me and kissing my shoulder. I instantly gravitated towards him, holding his arm as I attempted to fully come back to myself. 

“You’ve always been so good at that, Tywin,” I whispered, swallowing to rid myself of the dryness in my throat. 

“Well, a Lannister always pays his debts.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, giggling lightly as he pulled me completely into his arms and kissed my forehead. 

“How do you want to take me?” I asked, knowing we’d tried quite a lot of different positions during our time together and had certainly developed preferences.

“I plan to take you multiple ways, I’m not entirely satisfied just yet. How would you like to start?” he questioned, voice lined with a lustful confidence as he smirked at me. I felt my face flush, both aroused and excited by his words. I began to think, though, wondering how I would like to start. Feeling as though I hadn’t had my fill on top of him, I wordlessly sat up and swung my leg over Tywin, straddling his waist.

He was already hard, and I was more than ready for him as I lifted my hips and began to reach down. As I did, Tywin stopped me by grabbing my wrist and instead reached down himself. I watched as Tywin—rather erotically—took himself in his own hand and pressed the tip of his cock between my folds as I carefully began to lower my hips. As I came down a bit farther, he positioned himself at my entrance and held still as I continued to go down.

I leaned forward and clutched his shoulders as I sank onto his cock, biting my lip and letting my eyes roll back. I cried out as Tywin stretched my insides, filling me so perfectly just as he always did. When our hips met, his hand came to my face and forced me to focus on him.

“Look at me, wife. I want to see the pleasure in your pretty eyes,” he commanded, thumb brushing over my parted lips as I took a shaky breath. I held my contact with his deep, blue and icy irises as I adjusted to him, taking a deep pride in the way his eyelids fluttered when I moved my hips. 

Slowly, I began to rock my hips against his, the deep intimacy of our position filling me with love. The feeling became even more apparent as Tywin sweetly tucked my hair behind my ears and then placed his hands on top of mine, which were resting on his chest. He brought one of them up to his face, kissing my palm as I raised and lowered myself onto him, moaning softly at the subtle pleasure. Tywin also took a deep breath at the feeling, looking up at me with a great hunger. I had every intention to make the Great Lion roar in a few minutes.

I began to pick up my pace, hips rolling as I continued to ride him eagerly. I moaned out, the feeling of Tywin inside of me so wonderful that it must’ve been a reward from the gods themselves. He had also begun to bring his hips up to meet me as I came down, and it merely inspired me to go faster.

I was bouncing on his cock now, utterly soaked and coating his cock with my slick as I did. Tywin had begun to moan rather loudly, still not allowing me to look away as we both respectively became messes. There was an added sort of pleasure in looking at him so closely while riding him, almost as though my affection and love for him made the sex more intense.

“(Y-Y/N)... (Y/N), gods,” he groaned, suddenly unable to hold my gaze as he threw his head back and grasped at my waist. His instinct and pleasure had finally taken over, finally driving him wild with lust. In other words, the lion in him was coming out.

A sudden confidence spread through me, especially from my dominant position atop him as he became so primal, and I let myself express it.

“Does it arouse you, husband, to watch me bounce on top of you? To watch me take my pleasure on your cock?” I questioned boldly, though breathing heavily and also quite lust filled as Tywin began raising and pushing my hips down onto his cock. As he processed my words, he moaned rather loudly and nodded.

“Yes, yes it does. Let me hear your moans, (Y/N). I want to watch you whine and cry out on my cock,” he admitted, bringing his hips up with even more force and filling me with immense pleasure. I could not resist the gasps and moans that escaped me, so overwhelmed with him. 

“Tywin! Please… please… f-fuck… fuck me,” I mumbled incoherently, back arching as he pounded into the perfect spot. He gave me a deep chuckle that faded into a moan, which slowly drowned out among the sound of our skin slapping together and his cock pushing into my sopping wet cunt.

“That’s precisely what I’m doing, s-sweet girl. Are you so greedy that you require more?” Tywin teased, giving my ass a hard smack and grinning when I cried out and clenched around him. 

“Yes, m-more. More… my lion.”

The amusing thing was, I had hardly even been conscious of it when I said it, but Tywin had heard it perfectly, and it had ignited something rather ferocious in him. Suddenly, he sat up and kissed me with extreme passion, hands grabbing at my breasts as I moaned into his mouth. I had not expected him to do such a thing, and our raw desire was coming out as he shoved his tongue into my mouth.

I could not stop moaning, and I held his shoulders as I continued to rigorously bounce up and down on him, the friction and pressure making me feel so good I couldn’t help but desperately cling to him. 

“Lady Tyrell… Bladed tongue… the Nightshade of the Garden… Wife… (Y/N).”

Tywin moaned all my titles in progression, kissing my neck in between words and continuing to moan as he did. I pushed my face into his neck, so overwhelmed and helpless as he both physically and emotionally filled me.

“Oh Tywin…” I whispered, arms coming around him and now grabbing his shoulders from behind. He wrapped his arms around me too, assisting me as I rode his cock and squeezed around him.

We continued like that for a while, with soft, low moans, but in truth I was beginning to grow tired, and as I slowed down Tywin naturally realized this. He slowed himself too, looking me in the eyes again.

“Would you like to change positions?” he asked, catching his breath and loosening his grip around me. I swallowed, nodding, as my knees had begun to hurt and I could rather use a break. 

“Can I lay back on top of you? We tried it once before and I rather liked it.”

“Certainly, sweet girl.”

Carefully, I lifted myself from his lap, feeling empty without him inside of me but moving aside either way. I let Tywin lay back down and get comfortable, only moving toward him when he motioned with his arms that I ought to come. I turned away from him and then found myself straddling him again as I decided it would be the smoothest way to transition. Slowly, I lowered my back down onto his chest, adjusting until Tywin gave a noise of approval.

“I’m not too heavy?”

“No, (Y/N), you’re perfect like this,” he assured me, wrapping one arm around my waist to hold me in place as I laid on top of him and using the other to reach down and insert himself. I moaned as he pushed inside of me, leaning my head back into the space between Tywin’s head and shoulder. 

He instantly began thrusting into me, though at a moderate pace so we could both adjust to this new angle. Both of his arms were wrapped around me now, and I let myself place my own hands over his, enjoying just how close we were as our bodies rocked together.

At this new angle, the way he thrust inside of me gave an entirely new sensation, and it sent shivers up my back to feel Tywin hitting the perfect spot inside of me. I spread my legs desperately, wanting him to go even deeper and fill me up completely. 

“So needy, hm? Patience, sweet girl, let me tease a little longer,” Tywin whispered upon seeing my reaction to him. I whined out, trying to move my hips to gain more friction. He only hummed in response, using one of his hands to reach between my legs and rub my already sensitive clit. I let out a deep moan, pressing my face against his and closing my eyes for just a moment as he kissed my cheek. 

Slowly but surely, his thrusts were picking up speed, and I became a moaning mess at the sight of my lower stomach rising and falling as his cock bumped my insides.

“I c-can see you, Tywin,” I cried, tears welling my eyes because I was so overstimulated. He let out a deep moan, followed by a chuckle as he pressed down on my stomach. He’d done it many times before, and each time it made my back arch with absolute ecstasy. 

“Now feel me, wife. You like it right there, don’t you? I wonder what’ll happen if I begin to thrust even harder,” he muttered into my ear, adjusting his hips for a moment and then beginning to practically pound into me with an overwhelming speed. I instantly gasped out, clutching at his arms and squirming as the most intense pleasure filled me. 

“Fuck! Tywin… oh fuck, Tywin,” I cried out, genuine tears beginning to slide down my cheeks because I was simply so overstimulated, especially as his pace on my clit increased too. My legs were shaking again, and all that I was feeling was heightened as Tywin’s moans became quite loud too, along with his grunts of exertion as he pounded into me.

“Gods, you feel so good, wife. Your warm, wet cunt squeezing around my cock as I fuck you senseless, hm?” He moaned in my ear, making me nod and babble incoherently.

“Yes… y-your huge cock, Tywin. S-so good,” I cried out, gasping as I threw my head back once more. Before I could fully comprehend it, I felt the build up in my abdomen and then the sudden release as I squirted all over him for the second time that night, moaning loudly as I did. A deep, long groan erupted from my husband as I coated his cock with my juices, and though somewhere in the back of my mind I knew we would have to call upon the maids for clean sheets once we were done, I couldn’t give a damn, especially when Tywin had moaned so beautifully in response to it. 

In some sort of primal mindset, Tywin suddenly flipped us, and I found myself being fucked hard into the matress, cheek against the pillows and hands sprawled out above my head. My legs were pressed together, and Tywin was letting out quiet curses, his chin curled into my shoulder and his forearms on both sides of me to support his weight. 

“Gods… you’re so tight like this… fuck,” he murmured, planting a sloppy kiss on my shoulder. I merely gave a soft moan in response, knowing that keeping my legs together as they were produced even more pleasure for both of us. 

“Oh Tywin…” I whispered sweetly, lost in a haze of both pleasure and love. There were often times that I found myself on the verge of tears during our love making, and though it was usually due to overstimulation, occasionally it was the product of my overwhelming emotions towards him. He had noted to me before that sex with a person you love is a thousand times better than it is with someone you don’t, and though I had no experience outside of Tywin, I somehow understood that he was right. I simply couldn’t imagine doing such an intimate, tender thing with anyone else, for often the most satisfying and fulfilling part was to hear his moans and gaze into his deep blue eyes amidst the pleasure.

And what would be the point of any of that with someone insignificant, whose dull moans brought no emotion, and whose eyes held no warmth or familiarity?

The thoughts had brought tears to my eyes, and when Tywin heard my cries and realized they were not ones of pleasure, he immediately stopped.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright? Have I hurt you?”

I shook my head instantly, as well as I could while being pressed against the pillow in any case. I made an awkward attempt at eye contact with my husband, though I could not turn my head fully as I laid on my stomach. Understanding, Tywin carefully pulled out and then gently flipped me onto my back, facing me with deep concern.

“What is wrong, my dear?” he asked, wiping the tears from my cheeks. I leaned into his touch and swallowed, taking a deep breath before I spoke.

“Nothing’s wrong, Tywin. Everything is perfect. Everything. I just- I love you so much I can hardly bear it,” I explained softly, hands cupping his face as I continued to cry. He softened instantly, pressing his forehead to mine and giving me a gentle kiss.

“Oh (Y/N), my dear girl. I love you more than the air in my lungs.”

I sobbed and reached out, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him into me and bathing in the warmth of his body. We were both sticky, sweaty, and still desperately in need of an orgasm, but just for a moment we held each other and loved.

“Take me, Tywin. Let me hear you moan my name and watch you shake when you finish. I want you to feel me in every way,” I whispered tenderly, spreading my legs a bit and sniffling as he brushed his thumbs over my wet face once more. Never one to deny me, it did not take him long to push back inside, soft moans escaping from both of our throats at the same time. 

We clung to each other as he thrusted, the sound of kisses and each other's names filling the dark, warm room. I could not look away from him as he hit the perfect spot inside of me, and in a matter of minutes we had found the correct rhythm and speed, foreheads never parting as we chased our climaxes. 

Tywin held my hands above my head, his own palms pressed to mine and our fingers intertwined. Never before had we had sex like this. Never before had the depth of our love for one another been so present in our cries and our desperate hips. My legs wrapped around his waist, keeping Tywin impossibly close.

I could feel the pressure building inside of me, and I knew perfectly that I was on the verge of my orgasm. I also knew by the look in Tywin’s eyes, and by the way his moans had grown so high and loud that he was too. 

“Tywin…”

“(Y/N).”

I came long and hard around him, moaning at the top of my lungs and clutching his back as though I might slip away if I let go. I shook and shut my eyes, panting as I arched into him and felt my walls pulsing. 

“Tywin! Gods… T-Tywin…” I cried, slowly coming down but still overwhelmed. His thrusts had already become sloppy when I’d reached my peak, and as I clung to him, a loud groan erupted from his throat. He was cumming, and yet my legs were still tightly wrapped around him. It was entirely unintentional, and though he tried to pull away from me, I was stuck too firmly and he was too overwhelmed by pleasure. 

My eyes fluttered open for just a moment, and when I gazed at him, I watched his mouth fall open and his eyes go wide with shock as he moaned my name. He finished inside me, though neither of us had intended for it to happen. I realized that this was the scenario within moments, and though I ought to have immediately let go of his waist and sat up, I found that I couldn’t. 

Tywin repeated my name as he collapsed on top of me, breathlessly trying to warn me. I was so distracted by and content with the post-orgasm feeling that when I did spread my legs and he did pull out, all I could do was whisper his name and cuddle into him as he rolled over and laid beside me.

“(Y/N)- (Y/N) I-”

“I know, Tywin. I know. I want to sleep,” I whispered drowsily, hand laid on his chest. He was stiff for a minute or so, as if shocked by what had just happened, but eventually the same content feeling spread to him, and he wrapped his arms around me.

We fell asleep like that, despite our sweat and disheveled state. We would bathe in the morning, for that night had been long and neither of us had enough left to stay awake for new sheets or a bath. Additionally, the concern had sunk into both of our minds as we became tired, only to return when we woke.

In fact, as I had fallen asleep, that had not even been the thing on my mind. I was only able to think of Tywin, and of how much I loved him. Of how overjoyed I was to be his wife now, and of how happy each day would be with him.

There was a lion in the garden, and gods be good, there he would remain for years to come.

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Guilt Part Two

Summary: Tyrion worries. You have a baby.

Ships: future Tyrion x Reader, past Tywin x Reader

Tags: depictions of child birth, babies, probably ooc, fluffy, a lil bit of angst. not my best writing.

Notes: it's been forever, I know, I apologize. This is just a short fluffy piece. Let me know if you'd like to see more from this story or if you'd like to read what reader and Tywins relationship was like (spoiler warning: it's complex as fuck and reader did kinda sorta like him a little bit despite what she says). Like I said in the first one, this story has been in my maladaptive daydreams for forever and I love getting the story down. As always I'm open to criticism as long as it's helpful and constructive.

Part 1

Tyrion paced.

He'd been pacing so long he swore there would be indents of his feet on the stone floor of the halls. Hours have passed, day turned to night and still he paced. The torches had long since burnt out, nothing but the moon and stars coming through windows illuminated the stone now. The night was silent besides the muffled sounds coming from the closed door that Tyrion continued to pace in front of. He desperately tried to hear what was going on behind those doors. But all he heard was muffled chaos.

Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Turn.

He strained his ears once again to hear. Muffled pained moans. The sound of cups and bowls being moved. People were talking, frantic, but he couldn't make out what was being said. Damned those walls, damned his painfully average hearing, damned it all.

Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Turn.

He'd tried to gather information where he could, a few handmaidens had left the room in the hours that he'd been there to fetch water or medicine or... whatever, he wasn't sure because they wouldn't answer his questions. Not so much as a nod or a head shake. Damn those women too, he thought.

Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Turn.

You'd been in labor since early that morning, he'd been woken by the news that your baby was coming, and he'd been outside the door since. It shouldn't take this long? Should it? This was an area of women's anatomy that he has little experience with and it infuriated him. The not knowing, the sounds of your screams, the anxiety, the worry, the guilt.

Step. Step. Step - Stop.

"Agh! Fuck!" Tyrion yelled, throwing his flask full of wine at the wall as hard as he could. He watched it clatter to floor, wine splattering the floor and the wall.

He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to tune the world out, tried to focus on getting himself together and not allowing his thoughts to go too far. His fingers bitter themselves in his hair, his forehead pressed against his knees. Worry and guilt consumed all of him. You were the only person he had here, that babe was his brother. You were smart and kind and strong. You were good and all that came from you was good. Trysta, Nataria - they were good. The world couldn't lose you.

He couldn't lose you. He couldn't lose you. He couldn't lose you. He couldn't lose you. He couldn't lose you.

There was a new sound from behind the closed door. A cry.

A baby cry.

Tyrion wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting there, but his ass was numb as he stood and waited for word of how you were doing. How the baby was doing. Just a word.

A young handmaid emerged from the room, "She's doing well, m'lord. Tired but she's doing well." But her voice sounded almost pitiful, it worried him for a moment until he heard the sound of your tired voice from inside the room.

"Tell him to come in."

You sounded exhausted but he could hear the smile in your voice.

Thank the gods.

Tyrion had never felt such a wave of relief in his life as when he entered the room and saw you with your babe swaddled to your chest. Your face was pale and you were covered with sweat, your hair sticking to your face and skin slick. Your lips looked chapped but they smiled down at the bundle in your arms. His heart jumped at the sight of your smile. Even now, he thought you looked beautiful.

You were the first to speak, "A baby boy. I haven't thought of a name quite yet," you never took your eyes off the baby in your arms. "He is beautiful though, come look at him. He's perfect."

Tyrion approached and his breath hitched in his throat as he saw the baby asleep in your arms.

"A dwarf?"

His voice was quiet as he looked at the sleeping baby. He was shocked. The baby was his brother after all, it would make sense he supposed but he was more shocked at how you were looking at the baby. You had no disgust. No contempt. You had love radiating from your features as you looked at your son.

"I...I am sorry," he apologized- for what he did not know. He felt that's what he's supposed to do.

Your eyes shot up to him and your gaze turned stern.

"No, your self pity is not going to taint my son'" your voice was harsh and firm "There is nothing to be sorry for. He's perfect the way he is, just as are you, and I will not have you think there is something wrong with my son simply because you falsely believe there is something wrong with you," you turned your gaze to the bundle in your arms. "I would burn all of the Seven Kingdoms to the ground for him, just as I would my daughters. Oh, how I wish they could be here to meet him. "

Tyrion stood in awe for a moment. In that moment you were awe inspiring, with your body exhausted and covered in sweat, your eyes telling the story of how your body was spent of all energy but still bright and smiling at at your son. You were gentle, loving with your baby on your chest but the fire in your eyes never died. You managed to put him in his place while making him feel more worthy than he ever had.

"Come," your voice broke him out of his trance, "Hold him." You held the sleeping baby for him to hold.

"I have no where to sit, my lady." He feared that if he touched the babe, if he held him, that Tyrion would taint him or ruin him in some way.

"Nonsense," you moved motioning to the spot on your bed right next you. He must have shown his hesitance on his face because before he could object your voice cut him off.

"I just spent an entire day painfully and excruciatingly pushing this child out of my womb. I do not give a fuck about what is proper or improper."

"Yes, my lady." He couldn't stop the smile that stretched upon his face. He'd never heard you say such things but he suspected you were right.

The blankets rustled as Tyrion sat next to you and made himself comfortable. "Of all the reasons I've found myself in a beautiful woman's bed, I cannot say this has been one of them."

You smiled softly as you sat the sleeping babe in his arms.

"They're always so peaceful right after birth," you say softly. "Its the next day that's the hardest. Tonight he will sleep and I will rest and tomorrow he must come to terms that this world is colder than the one he was used to."

Tyrion looked down at the babe, his brother, and smiled softly. He had already tufts of Lannister hair on his head and he looked so peaceful. His fingers traced the babes face gently. "My father is rather good at making adorable babies I must say."

"I would like to think that it is me making the adorable babes and not Tywin."

"You? I was more so talking about me than the babe."

You laughed out loud, it was exhausted but it still made Tyrions heart skip a beat.

"Speaking of him, you must give this babe a name. You can't just refer to him as the babe or him for ever."

You sighed, your head falling to rest on his shoulder. "I do not think I have it in me to name him today."

Silence filled the room for a few minutes as the three of you sat there. Tyrion fully enjoying the weight of your head on his shoulder and sleeping babe in his lap. It wasn't until he noticed your breathing change that he realized you had fallen asleep. To know you felt safe enough, felt relaxed enough to sleep on him made his heart race.

"I will not let the harshness of this world take you from me." Tyrions voice was quiet and soft, he didn't know if he was speaking to you or your child or to both but he meant everyword.

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

Thank you for this request!

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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Tywin’s old enough to be her grandfather but Stark!Reader can’t help but shiver as he folds her into a mating press and whispers in her ear that he is going to breed her full of his heirs

Imagine you wearing a northern dress, with the stark color and Tywin just hate it. He is angry and lustful. He pulls you towards him, tells you how you are not allowed to wear those colors as he undress you. You should be fighting him but you can't. He touches you, feel you up, tells you how you belong to him now. You are beyond embarrassed that you are getting wet. How can your body betray you, especially for an enemy of house Stark. Imagine him pressing you down and fucking you as he whispers how he will fill you up with his seeds and make you breed Lannisters. I feel like he will also fuck you in front of a mirror and force you to watch, make you realize that he owns you. I also feel like if there is so much age gap he would definitely punish you if you do something wrong, maybe spank you till he believes you are truly sorry. And once you get pregnant everyone will know that you are no longer a stark, especially when you are wearing the red and gold dresses which