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[just-some-random-blogger]

Out Of Luck

"Perhaps I'm not the only one who's going to be wed in King's Landing," Sansa jeers with a grin. I glare at her, "if you weren't my sister, I'd have stabbed you." The girl giggles and takes my arm.

Petyr Baelish & Jaime Lannister x Stark!Reader | 3k+ | cw: fem!reader, descriptions of reader (black hair), widow!reader, enemies to lovers?, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: felt right so I'm writing it. Yes, I added Harwin Strong, yes I know it's not canon. It is now in my world 😌 anyway, he's still dead so ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ Cross posted on AO3!

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"Father" I call with a smile. He spots me and I lift my skirt as I jog up to him.

The man hides what he was holding behind him. He smiles and meets me halfway in the hall. He greets me good morrow when I link my arm with his and kiss his cheek.

"And is that... a very important tool of the Lord Hand?" I tilt my head as I ask, "might I not even see it?"

He sighs and slowly brings the object in front of him. We both look at the brightly dressed doll. My father has an apprehensive look on his face. I hold back a laugh, "ah, a pretty dolly. Are you quite bored of your job already? Do they give dolls to the Hand or were you duped into buying this?"

"I knew you'd say something like this," he mutters.

"If you knew I'd say it, why'd you still get it, papa?" I chuckle.

"I bought it for your sister."

I make a face, "my sister?" I raise a brow, "which between Arya and Sansa do you think would prefer playing with such an ugly dolly?"

He calls my name out.

"What?"

He lowers the doll, "it's not that ugly."

"So even you agree," I snigger, "and yet you still bought it!"

We both begin to walk down the hall.

He warns me, "I'll tell on your mother."

"For what?" I hold back a laugh.

"For calling me papa," he lifts his nose.

I chuckle at the thought. Mother never liked it when I used mama and papa; improper for a lady, she says. I think it's also because when I use it, I pull on their heart strings and manage to make them do my bidding. Twas the gift of the first born.

"I can hear it now," I grin at the man as I squeeze his arm, "Eddard Stark," I motion vaguely, "stripped of his title as Lord Hand for his poor taste in dolls."

My grin widens at the sound if his low laugh. I give a louder laugh, happy to have gotten the reaction I did out of him. It's been a while since I've heard my father chuckle, or anyone from my family, for that matter.

"I wouldn't worry about it, love," father pulls me into his chest, "the king's taste in dolls are surely worse than mine."

I let out a giggle. My father joins in.

I look out the window as we saunter down the hall and turn back to my father when he mutters, "she's changed quite a lot since we've moved here."

He looks at the doll in his hand.

It takes a moment before I smile and give a playful look, "have you seen any of your daughters play with dollies lately, father?"

My words do not work this time. My smile fades at the sight of the line between my father's brows. I mutter softly, "haven't we all changed?"

He turns to me then stops.

I raise my brows. Ned Stark offers me a smile. He takes my hands and shakes his head, "not you, my daughter," he rubs my knuckles with his thumb, "never you."

My heart clenches at his words. I cannot bring myself to smile back because I knew it wasn't true.

"Forgive me for intruding on a private moment."

We both pull away and turn to our side. There we see a blonde doll wrapped in steel. Ser Jaime bows, "Lord Hand, Lady Stark--" he stops himself and lifts his head, "oh, apologies. It's in bad taste for me to call you that."

My father shifts in his spot.

I play it off, "nonsense. I am born of house Stark," I pull my lips into a tight smile, "and my husband is dead."

"Ah, yes," the knight sighs, "poor man. Just had a taste of being one then--" he shakes his head to make his point. He raises a finger, "he was your age, wasn't he?"

I clench my jaw and nod.

Ser Jaime rests a hand on his hilt, "what was his house again?"

Before I can respond, my father blurts, "have you come to rub salt in my daughter's wounds, Kingslayer?"

I turn to my feet with wide eyes. I slowly turn to the see the fuming look on my father's face and whisper, "papa."

Ser Jaime lifts his nose. An smirk masks his face, "not at all, my Lord."

I look back at the kingsguard, not enjoying how quickly tension solidified between us.

"The king demands your presence," growls the Lannister, jaw hardened, golden mane wafting with the breeze.

Father's face is stern but he nods and raises the doll, "I will go to him after I-"

"Get that bloody Ned here now," Jaime speaks. He watches Ned lower the doll. He purses his lips while father's expression sours even more. He shrugs, "King's words, not mine."

In an instant, all the tension in father's body is gone. He looks like he's about to smile and it makes my stomach churn because I knew what that meant. I take the doll from him before anything else. He looks at me and I nod, "I'll give it to Sansa."

He stares me blankly.

"I'll try to force her affection onto the thing," I look at the doll, "maybe she'll let it chaperone us to the tourney later."

I smile at the sound of papa's low laugh.

He nods.

Ned's smile fades when he turns back to Jaime. Jaime gives a wry smile, "I'll escort the lady back to her chambers in her father's stead."

Neither of us decide to argue over it.

Father walks off, eyeing Jaime as he did, and I purse my lips when I turn to him, "I'm actually headed to the library."

"Mmm," he furrows his brows, "then I'm actually headed there too."

We begin to walk down the hall. I laugh as I look at the doll in my hands.

Jaime turns to me upon hearing this. He decides not to note on the ugly doll, "like reading, do you?"

I look at him and smile, "I do."

"You sure you don't go to that musty room to hide from everyone?"

I raise a brow, "you seem to have experience."

"Tyrion was like that," he looks forward, "except father never bought him a doll as a companion."

I look away just as Jaime looks back at me, "does the library match the fantasies of a book lover?"

I chuckle. I turn to his side again. I am unable to stop myself from thinking how dashing his grin at the moment was, "It definitely is as grand as I expected it to be. Winterfell is not blessed with nearly as many tomes."

"The younger Stark girls must not like reading as much as their big sister, considering the ugly thing in your paw," he nods at my direction.

"I'm sure one of them will find use of it," I lift the thing up and look at it. I glance upon Jaime, "oh, goodness. It actually looks quite like you."

Jaime pulls his chin back, "you clearly have issues with your eyes."

"No, it's uncanny. Yellow hair, evil intent."

"Evil intent?" Jaime stops in his tracks, "you mock and slander me," he raises brow and grips his hilt, "I should have your tongue for it."

"Mmm," I turn to him and slowly walk backward, "kingsguard takes the tongue of the Lord Hand's daughter? Sounds like a page out of my books."

He tilts his head, looking me up and down before chuckling as he turns to his feet. He lick his teeth then furrows his brows, "lend me that book once you're done."

We reach the stairwell the connected to the gardens.

I tilt my head and stop in my tracks when I see Sansa and her handmaiden.

"Sansa!" I call, waving at her. She looks at me and waves back.

I turn to Jaime and curtsy, "I have changed my mind, ser," I rise and smile, "I'll be joining my sister in the gardens instead."

Jaime nods and gives a lopsided smile, "very well, my lady. Bid my greetings to the pup. I pray she doesn't get a heart attack from your father's gift."

I chuckle, "she used to have a wolf, you know."

With that, Jaime and I part ways.

Sansa immediately grabs my arm once I am close enough, "what were you doing with Jaime?"

"Ser Jaime Lannister," I correct her, raising a brow, "I didn't know you two were familiar."

"Was he courting you?" Sansa asks as she releases my arm.

I immediately shush her, "do not speak of such things, girl. You know how quickly gossip spreads here." I hand her the doll, "he was escorting me to the library in father's stead."

"This isn't the library-"

"Clearly not."

She takes the doll, "what is this?"

"A gift from father," I grin, "a chaperone to the tourney later."

Sansa glares at me, nearly turning red as her hair. She chucks the doll to the ground and storms away.

I huff and pick up the doll, "Sansa." I follow after her, "it was a joke."

"I haven't played with dollies for years!"

"I know," I rush up to her and grab her arm, "papa bought it for you to try and ease your worries."

She grits her teeth and corrects, "father should just do his job and stop treating me like a little girl." She breaks away from me and moves past me.

"You are a little girl."

"I'm going to be queen one day," she turns to me, "and you won't be able to make fun of me then."

"Sansa, I'm not making fun of you!"

Sansa does not listen and simply walks away.

Her old handmaiden turns to me and smiles. She takes the doll from me, "I'll put this in her room."

I nod and smile.

By the time we were seated for the tourney, Sansa and I made peace by giving the doll to Arya for her to mutilate. All three of us enjoyed the bonding experience very much.

Right now, we were huddled together, pointing at the players. Sansa whispered to me who she thought handsomest and Arya exclaimed over who she thought was strongest. I alternate my attention between them, swooning with one, cheering with the other, but it doesn't take long for them to get into a clash, as always.

They begin to bicker over me and I would have just snapped at them had we not been in public. I instead silence both of them by swooning and cheering for the Hound once we spot him from afar.

Both young Starks gawk at me in disbelief and disgust.

"You can't be serious," Sansa mutters with a pale face.

Arya tilts her head, "I mean, he is pretty big."

I laugh at both of them, "can't I cheer for all the players?"

"No," they say at once.

I tear my gaze from the tourney grounds to look over my shoulder. I gaze upon the crowds, looking to see if father was already here. I mutter to no one in particular, "I wonder what's taking him so long."

"Look," Sansa, on my left, tugs at my arm, "ser Jaime is going to be riding!"

I ignore her and push Arya, who was seated to my right, behind as I crane my neck to look for farther.

Sansa leans on my back and mutters to Arya, "ser Jaime likes her."

Arya grins and looks down at me, "oooh. The lion and the wolf."

I quickly sit up and eye both of them, "shut it, you."

They giggle with each other.

"Father will not be pleased if he hears you are wanting to feed nasty rumors."

"Oh, but nasty rumors are the most intruding, wouldn't you agree, Lady Strong?"

The three of us turn to the man walking over. He stops just below where Arya was sat.

"Or should I say, Lady Stark?" he smiles and nods at me. He looks to my left, "Lady Stark," then to my right, "Lady Stark."

I offer a smile and my first name, "you can simply call me that to avoid confusion, my lord."

"Petyr Baelish," he grins, blue eyes glistening with apparent mischief.

"Lord Baelish," I nod. I squeeze both my sister's hands, prompting both to greet all the same.

Lord Baelish smiles, "I'm glad to finally meet the eldest Stark," he reaches a hand out to me, "the words spoken about your beauty do you no justice."

Both my sisters make a face when I take the man's hand and he leans in to kiss it.

He straightens up and brings his hands behind his back, "my deepest sympathies to you. Lord Harwin Strong left us too soon. I've heard a great many things about Breakbones, how he puts the strong in House Strong."

Arya side eyes Baelish before turning away to look at tourney grounds.

Sansa stares hotly at him as she clutches my arm.

"Thank you, Lord Baelish," I nod and pull a smile, "if it's all the same to you, I'd prefer not to talk about him more than this."

"Of course," he bows. He tilts his head back as he smiles. He walks off and climbs the stairs to get to his seat just behind us.

"Do you know who's going to fight first?" Arya asks as she leans on my lap. I wrap my arm over her shoulders and turn to where she was looking. I spot Jaime speaking to whom was probably his squire from afar.

"Don't worry, little one, they'll announce it," Baelish speaks from behind, making all of us turn to him then back front. When I look back, I see Jaime looking our way.

"I hope ser Jaime starts on our side," Sansa mutters as she leans into me, though her eyes are still fixed on the Lannister.

Arya turns to me and toys with my black hair, "I hope he defeats the Hound to win your affection."

Baelish makes a face upon hearing that.

I snort at the thought then shoot her a half serious face, "shut it."

"I see you girls are fond of the Kingslayer," Baelish says, making us turn back to him again.

Arya side eyes him once more. Sansa looks away, uninterested.

I respond before turning frotn, "he is a rather good swordsman. Or so I hear."

"He usually doesn't play in tourneys. He says he's too good for them," Baelish mutters, "something must have made him change his mind."

"Maybe he's trying to impress someone," Sansa replies, not bothering to look back anymore, "maybe a lady?"

I squeeze her arm when she says this. She does not even spare me a glance.

"Yes," Baelish darting his eyes below him, "perhaps."

We look to the sky when a rumble suddenly cracks.

"What's taking them so long?! It's going to rain, and then the games will be cancelled!" Arya complains.

"They-"

"They're waiting for the king," Baelish replies.

Arya makes a face. I'm the only one that turns back to the man. I smile at his already smiling face then turn to Arya, "papa's not here either. The king is probably making him do something."

Baelish chuckles under his breath, muttering lowly to himself, "papa? How sweet."

Then suddenly, truly out of nowhere, it began to rain.

My sisters and I quickly stand. I immediately grab them and we run off to the nearest place that could offer cover. We head to a tent, but the trouble was, everyone was heading there too.

The rain quickly begins to pour harder.

I do my best to cover Sansa and Arya's head, but my hands could only do so much. The three of us look up when something comes above us.

I feel someone behind me. I turn and see it's Lord Baelish. He's taken his tunic off and used it to cover us.

"Come, my Lady Starks," he speaks over the loud patter of the rain, "I will escort you back inside!"

We turn to him, his dress shirt now dripping and stuck to his form. I nod at him, "thank you, my lord."

"Don't thank me yet," he smirks, face wet with rain, "one of you may yet slip on mud."

Lord Baelish leads the way, uncaring of how wet he's gotten, and offers his arm out to us intermittently. Meanwhile, we hold up his tunic overhead and huddle under it, treading as quickly yet carefully as we can on the mucky ground.

"I do hope the rain does not ruin your fine garb, Lord Baelish," I call as Sansa and I lift our skirts up and do our best not to trip on it.

Arya was very much glad to be wearing pants, and cheerfully steps into puddles without a care in the world.

But then she slips.

Baelish manages to grab her arm before she falls. He pulls her upright and chuckles, "careful now. You wouldn't want to take your sisters down with you."

Arya let's out a hmp when she is released.

"And don't worry about my tunic," he smiles at me, "I'd rather it be ruined than have 3 ladies get sick under my watch."

Sansa gasps and grabs my arm when her heels sink in the wet dirt. I help her keep her footing and smile back at the man, "thank you, Lord Baelish."

"As I said, don't thank me yet. It's still quite a walk to the Keep," he comes to Sansa's side and helps her straighten up, "and call me Petyr."

I part my lips at the thought.

He shakes his head and chuckles, "I insist."

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[emprcaesar]

oh dearest daughter of winter you will not be taken from your home by a man who doesn’t deserve you. you are taking charge of your destiny, for the first time in your life.

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[minasvalentine]

slay petyr!!👅

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[damagedrumi]

I WANNA RIIIIIDEEEEEEE *angry gay noises*

I'm so sorry for not posting anything for about..umm 3 month???...but today I bring ya my drawing of Petyr ‼️‼️

My hyperfixation on this character is literally my only coping mechanism while I'm swamped with college studying and all stuff of adult life :")

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[jedimaesteryoda]

You often miss how similar Jorah Mormont and Petyr Baelish are in some respects.

When it was announced that I was to wed Brandon Stark, Petyr challenged for the right to my hand. It was madness. Brandon was twenty, Petyr scarcely fifteen. I had to beg Brandon to spare Petyr's life. He let him off with a scar. Afterward my father sent him away. I have not seen him since." -AGOT, Catelyn IV Yet with Lynesse's favor knotted round my arm, I was a different man. I won joust after joust. Lord Jason Mallister fell before me, and Bronze Yohn Royce. Ser Ryman Frey, his brother Ser Hosteen, Lord Whent, Strongboar, even Ser Boros Blount of the Kingsguard, I unhorsed them all. In the last match, I broke nine lances against Jaime Lannister to no result, and King Robert gave me the champion's laurel. I crowned Lynesse queen of love and beauty, and that very night went to her father and asked for her hand. I was drunk, as much on glory as on wine. By rights I should have gotten a contemptuous refusal, but Lord Leyton accepted my offer. We were married there in Lannisport, and for a fortnight I was the happiest man in the wide world." -ACOK, Daenerys I

They pursued beautiful highborn women far above their station who, and both being southron women who married northern lords. Petyr pined for Catelyn Tully, and fought a duel for her hand against her betrothed, Brandon Stark. Jorah won a tourney with the favor of Lynesse Hightower, he crowned her queen of love and beauty and managed to marry her when he asked for her hand.

Their stories have a romantic element to them with Petyr dueling for Cat's hand and Jorah winning a tourney with Lynesse's favor, but they end up being subverted with neither getting a happy ending. Petyr loses the duel and is nearly killed, and then SAed by Lysa and sent from Riverrun. Jorah's marriage didn't work out, exhausting his family's coffers to provide her the luxuries she was used to and after selling poachers to slavers, which forced him into exile. Catelyn ended up marrying Ned Stark and Lynesse ended up leaving Jorah to be a merchant-prince's concubine.

After that, they found themselves in service to women with Lysa Arryn having Jon Arryn raisie up Petyr and him later serving Queen Cersei while Jorah ending up serving Daenerys in exile. They also end up betraying the people they serve with Littlefinger having a hand in the War of Five Kings and being behind Joffrey's murder, killing Lysa and Jorah spying on Daenerys.

"I've told the khal he ought to make for Meereen," Ser Jorah said. "They'll pay a better price than he'd get from a slaving caravan. Illyrio writes that they had a plague last year, so the brothels are paying double for healthy young girls, and triple for boys under ten. If enough children survive the journey, the gold will buy us all the ships we need, and hire men to sail them." -AGOT, Daenerys VII "I'm a good girl," Jeyne whimpered. "They trained me." -ADWD, Theon

Another thing they have in common is their attitude towards children and sex slavery. Petyr took the orphaned Jeyne Poole, forced her into sexual slavery at one of his brothels as shown by the whippings she endured for refusing and mentioning "she was trained." He then sent her to Ramsay Bolton of all people, likely not being ignorant of the things he had heard about him. Jorah had no qualms selling kids into sex slavery en masse, and when Dany tells him to stop Eroeh from being raped, he initially pushes back saying the Dothraki are claiming "their reward."

"You shouldn't kiss me. I might have been your own daughter . . ." "Might have been," he admitted, with a rueful smile. "But you're not, are you? You are Eddard Stark's daughter, and Cat's. But I think you might be even more beautiful than your mother was, when she was your age." -ASOS, Sansa VII "What did she look like, your Lady Lynesse?" Ser Jorah smiled sadly. "Why, she looked a bit like you, Daenerys." -ACOK, Daenerys I

It fits their creepy attitude towards the opposite gender with their fixation on young girls after the loss of their previous interests of affection. Petyr fixates on Cat's daughter Sansa Stark who does bear a noted resemblance to her mother while Jorah fixates on Daenerys who he admits looks like his ex-wife.

For half a heartbeat she yielded to his kiss . . . before she turned her face away and wrenched free. "What are you doing?" Petyr straightened his cloak. "Kissing a snow maid." . . . "You shouldn't kiss me. I might have been your own daughter . . ." -ASOS, Sansa VII It was a long kiss, though how long Dany could not have said. When it ended, Ser Jorah let go of her, and she took a quick step backward. "You . . . you should not have . . ." "I should not have waited so long," he finished for her. "I should have kissed you in Qarth, in Vaes Tolorru. I should have kissed you in the red waste, every night and every day. You were made to be kissed, often and well." His eyes were on her breasts. Dany covered them with her hands, before her nipples could betray her. "I . . . that was not fitting. I am your queen." -ASOS, Daenerys I

Their treatment towards these girls can be described as possessive and abusive. While posing to their girls as their protectors, they basically use it to enforce control over them. They force kisses on the girls, and when the girls make it clear they don't want them, simply dismiss them and continue to push. Petyr keeps Sansa in his custody under a false identity, effectively making him her guardian and keeping her completely dependent on him. Jorah tries to isolate Dany from other men in her life from Xaro to Barristan and Daario.

The main difference in Petyr is very vindictive, and works on the downfall of houses Stark and Tully over Cat's rejection and marriage while Jorah stays loyal to Daenerys and tries to seek her favor again. Neither man really takes accountability for the consequences of their actions.

Their fixations will ultimately prove to be their downfalls. Petyr underestimates the danger Sansa potentially poses to him as she is learning from him. Jorah in a desperate act, kidnaps Tyrion, and tries to go to Meereen to regain favor with Daenerys. He likely won't like the Ironborn suitor Victarion, and his actions will likely get himself killed.

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Ooo! Game of Thrones smut promt #10 "think I like you better on your knees" for Petyr Baelish. Please and thank you!

Thank you for this req! I haven’t written Baelish in a while, so I hope you enjoy :))

Virtue

Pairing: Petyr Baelish x fem!reader

Warnings: marital argument, reference to locker-room type banter, a spank, degradation, reference to prostitution, brief fingering

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You glared across the room at the Master of Coin, your body thrumming with absolute fury.

“Call me a whore again, Baelish, and you and Varys will have something in common,” you hissed.

But Baelish only continued to smirk, your threat of castration flying over his head. “My Lady,” he said smoothly, walking around to your side of the bed, his arms opening as though he expected you to swoon and fall into them. Many moons ago, you would have, and gladly. You would have simpered about how clever he was, how glad you were to call yourself Lady Baelish. But for now, your eyes flashed with rage and you stood stock still, stubbornly refusing to go to him. “It was a joke, nothing more,” he said gently.

You scoffed. “A joke?” You said sharply, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes. You had overheard Baelish making bawdy remarks about your intimate life with Tyrion Lannister and Varys. “Dishonouring one’s wife, Baelish, is not a joke,”

At this, Baelish laughed at you. You huffed and rolled your eyes. “It is dishonouring to praise my lady wife?” He questioned, stepping closer, his smirk growing when you did not move to step away from him and his smooth talking.

“I-it… it calls into question my virtue,” you stammered, practically melting under his gaze as he stared you down. “Especially when I am compared to the… women you employ,”

Petyr cupped your cheek, his thumb swiping over your cheekbone. “Oh, sweetling,” he cooed, before his hand wound around your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he yanked you close. He leant down, murmuring in your ear. “Even before I sullied your maidenhead, you were better than any of the whores in my employ,”

As his breath skittered over the shell of your ear you whimpered, your hands planting against his chest.

“There,” he said, whisper quiet. “Much better, wife,” his teeth grazed against your pulse point as he began to tug at your skirts, reaching between your thighs to your sopping heat. “As you should be… pliant and ready for your husband’s cock, eager to be his whore,” you groaned as he withdrew his hand and pulled away from you. “Look at you,” he said, an edge of condescension prickling his voice. “Panting and wet, just begging to be fucked, virtue be damned,” his tongue darted out to lick his lips. “Undress and get on the bed, sweetling, I so love to see you spread out for me,”

He admired your figure as you stripped, unable to resist a sharp smack to your arse that had you gasping. “Although I must admit,” he mused aloud, undressing torturously slowly in comparison to your quick stripping. “I much prefer the sight of you on your knees…”

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[wrenwrongs]

Songbird

Petyr Baelish/Reader

Summary: Someone annoys Petyr who takes it out on the reader.

Word Count: 881

cw: smut, afab reader, praise, degradation, age gap, spanking, pussy slapping, fingering, spitting in mouth, allusion to blowjobs, I am very new to writing smut

Petyr was aware the bundle of Myrish lace shoved into your mouth would do little to muffle any noise. It was good then that you had long since learned to keep quiet. Uncontained, however, was the sound of flesh on flesh as his hand swung down on your arse. You knew exactly what was to come when the servant informed you that your betrothed requested your presence in his office. In the moments before he grabbed your arms and kissed you roughly, you had wondered who had incensed him so. It was rare that he could not wait until the evening to sneak you into his quarters and release his frustration there.

It was still a moon until the wedding, and as such you could not fully sate your desire for each other. Petyr was more than happy to teach you other forms of pleasure. Your favorite lessons so far involved his long, slender fingers and silver tongue; his own had you bent over his lap, much like you were now, skirts pulled up around your waist and small clothes down around your knees. Any concerns you had about marrying a brothel owner where erased when you discovered why said brothels where considered the best in all of Westeros.

On occasion, if you had intentionally done something to vex him, he would make you count the strikes. This time he simply spanked you. His other implements were hidden away in his chambers, so he made do with his flat palm; the cool metal of his rings adding to the sting.

Finally, he paused to rub your rosy bottom, “Such a good little songbird.” You mewled at his praise. Keening as his hand traveled lower and his fingers brushed against your exposed pussy. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as he trailed his finger up your slit. “Does this excite you, pet?” he pulled his hand away. Marveling at the string of fluids that connected them. You could only nod as he placed his fingers onto his tongue and tasted you. Savoring you.

Without warning, his hand came down again, right on your swollen cunt, ripping a squeal from your throat. Tears gathered in your eyes as you bit down harder on the gag. “I cannot wait until I can claim you as mine.” Another.

“Fill you with my seed and let everyone know who you belong to.” Three. Four. Five.

“I want the men standing outside the door during the bedding ceremony to hear just how well I treat you,” He stopped to brush his thumb against your swollen clit, "How you sing for me." his fingers dragged along your puffy folds before he inserted two fingers. The wet noises competed with your own squeals to be the most wanton noise in the room.

“Anyone could walk through that door and see how you’re dripping like a whore just from being spanked,” His fingers curled inside of you. It never took him long to find that spot that made your vision turn white, and when he did he made sure to abuse it.

He pulled the lace from your mouth, “Beg.”

“Please, My Lord. I want it, I want everyone to know what you do to me. I would let you take me for all the realm to see. Please!" you cried. His free hand brushed the tears from your cheeks. He loved to see how long he could keep you on the edge of ecstasy. It was unfortunate that he had another meeting that day. “Lord Baelish, please. I— Ah!”

He pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing quick circles. A moan, loud enough to be heard from the halls, escaped you. He relishes in the feeling of your walls fluttering around his fingers., imagining what it would be like on his cock. As your high receded, he sat you up straight and readjusted your skirts before pulling you to sit in his lap. A soft sigh left your lips as he brushed your hair from your face.

You knew he was smirking. He always took the most pleasure in your submission. How it came so easily for him, and only him.

You remembered the first time you met, his sycophantic smile made your skin crawl. He, like most men vying for your hand, had his eyes set firmly on the handsome dowry your father would provide. Yet Baelish offered something different, an agreement. Once it became apparent that you were not fooled by his wheedling, he made an offer: his land for your dowry and his heir for your freedom. Should you provide him with an heir and the wealth he lacked, you would live at Baelish Keep while he remained in Kings Landing. Forsaking the fantasy of the Tyrell's offering a marriage to Willas, a better opportunity would not present itself.

Neither of you had expected the fondness that crept in.

His firm hand tilted your head back. He brushed his thumb along your lips before parting them and spitting in your mouth. You whimpered at the display, ears still ringing. It was the strongest orgasm he had given you so far. It was a promise of what was to come.

‘The moon can not turn fast enough.’ you thought as you sunk to your knees before him.

#petyr baelish x reader #littlefinger x reader #petyr baelish #littlefinger #petyr littlefinger baelish #my posts #s: fic #s: smut #what is a queue like me doing in a post like this?

[satinoflowers]

Chemtrails over the Country Club by Lana Del Ray

#im baack #started college and forgot my ipad at home but im back now! #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #game of thrones #sansa stark #arya stark #i hope you guys see the vision #petyr littlefinger baelish #sandor clegane #my asoiafarts #my artgeneral

[clytemnaestraes]

Lies and arbor gold

Petyr picked up his quill again. "We shall serve him lies and Arbor gold, and he'll drink them down and ask for more, I promise you."

He is serving me lies as well, Sansa realized.

Sansa I, AFFC

#sansa stark #asoiaf #sansaisms #petyr littlefinger baelish #pre raphaelite #art

[lovedandliving]

we need more arranged marriage fanfics in the got/hotd fandom. the potential!! the angst!! the enemies to lovers!! the hate sex!! someone get on this now please

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[witchthewriter]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚/𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚

Always at least five steps ahead of everyone else, these men are valued because of their ability to think outside the box. They’re unique and sometimes unpredictable. People could call some genius’; they’re the bosses, the leaders, the ones who people find themselves following. Some use their intelligence and wit to be good, but most use it for self-gain. 

𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑦

𝐷𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒

𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑟 𝑋

𝑃𝑒𝑡𝑦𝑟 𝐵𝑎���𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ

𝐺𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑓

𝑅𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑡 𝐺𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠

𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦

𝑁𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝟻

𝐶𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑎

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[desakuro]

PetSan is my OTP! No alternatives!

I still believe that the union of Peter and Sansa is the best thing that can happen to Westeros. After all the shit Sansa has been through, with an excellent mentor like Littlefinger, she will become a strong queen. And not just of the North.

Littlefinger has also been through a lot. His sharp mind allows him to achieve anything. And I think he would make a really good king. As the Master of Coin and the owner of brothels, he knows how to handle money and people correctly. He is not cruel unnecessarily (like Joffrey), only when necessary. He is not greedy and corrupt like the Baratheons, not proud like the Lannisters. He knows his worth, but doesn't flaunt it in everyone's faces. And if he were to win the crown, he would be the "owner" of all the seven kingdoms of Westeros, and he knows how to manage his possessions better than anyone else.

It's a pity that the creators of the series made Littlefinger insignificant. It says a lot about their "talent". Baelish is a genius, but in inexperienced hands, he became just a fool. It's very sad.

#petyr baelish #petyr littlefinger baelish #lord baelish #Baelish #petyr x sansa #littlefinger #sansa stark #alayne stone #Alayne #game of thrones #game of throne art #Little bird #sophie turner #Queen in the North #aidan gillen #artwork #digital art #digital painting #artists on tumblr #art

[waschbaerella]

✨ Lord Petyr Baelish ✨

A birthday gift for my amazing best friend/roomie @frying-panties

He’s one of their favorite characters and due to their amazing art of him, I also really started to love him 😂🩷

Please, show them some love!! 💗

#game of thrones #petyr baelish #petyr littlefinger baelish #littlefinger #aidan gillen

[miyathesparrow]

First Meet:

A young Petyr meeting the Tully's childs requested by: @caseopencaseshut . Hope you like It!

(Idk if there is an actual canon scene where he meets them. This is only my headcanon).

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[damagedrumi]

my hyperfixation on lord Baelish made me draw this sketch

I ADOREEE drawing blushing characters<33333

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[thebeesareback]

Fuck it, let's talk about Littlefinger

(the ASOIAF character, not just fingers in general. Also, I've said "Brandon Stark" for Ned's brother, and "Bran Stark" for Ned's son)

Trigger warning: rape and forced abortion

So one of the things I've said before is that I love ASOIAF for many reasons, including the complexities and backstories of all the characters. I suppose that's why there's a bazillion characters and the books are so long.

Anyway, one interesting example of narrative framing is the perspective we get on Littlefinger. He's (arguably) the main antagonist in the first book and is responsible for everything from Jon Arryn and Ned's death to the Tyrell marriage to Joffrey's assassination. We see him as a scheming villain, determined to harm our saintly Starks.

Littlefinger was born as a second-generation immigrant and heir to a minor lordship. Thanks to his parents' relationship with fuckhead Hoster Tully, he got to foster at Riverrun, where he befriended Cat, Lysa and Edmure. The books are interested in the "outsider" perspective on power status, hence Jon Snow's POV, and arguably Theon and Arya, too. They live in the home, they're part of the family... kinda. Sansa always thinks of Jon as her "bastard half-brother", Theon knows that Ned might have to kill him, and Arya doesn't fit neatly into her assigned gender role. They see Rob and Sansa and want that, kind of, but know they'll never get it.

Therefore, in his youth, Littlefinger knew that he was smart, knew that he wanted power, yet was keenly aware that it was almost impossible for him to socially climb. He does -- we'll get to that in a bit -- but as a child, he knows it's unlikely. Think of Rob and Jon playing in Winterfell and Jon yelling "I'm the Lord of Winterfell" and Rob just returning "no, my mother says you won't be". It's a horrible situation to be in. We don't get Littlefinger's POV, but if we did, I think there's a good chance he would remember a similar scenario.

Then there's Littlefinger's relationship to Catlyn and Lysa. Little boys often have crushes on little girls, and it's usually pretty sweet and can sometimes become a nice romance or just fade away. We hear that Catlyn is intelligent and beautiful as an adult, so it's easy to see the appeal, and Catlyn also has status through her Tully blood and an understanding of Machiavellian power plays because her father raised her as his heir until Edmure was born. One could easily see Littlefinger's desire for Catlyn being a desire for power and status, as well as her own merits.

Lysa had a crush on Littlefinger, creating the incesty love triangle that GRRM loves so much. I can't imagine playing kissing games with a foster brother and a sister, tbh. Littlefinger himself seems to only see Lysa as a pawn, and uses her feelings to get her to do what she wants. The narrative suggests that, for a time, there's Catlyn, mourning her mother; Lysa, mourning her mother and interested in a boy who doesn't really care about her; Edmure, just being a baby; and Littlefinger, caught up in rules and restrictions: allowed to be close to what he wants, but never truly part of the team.

Events start to occur. Fuckhead Hoster Tully decides to set up marriage alliances for Catlyn and Lysa. Lysa meets Jamie Lannister, who barely pays her any attention (he's distracted by the presence of his hero, Brynden "Blackfish" Tully). Catlyn meets Brandon Stark, who has power, status, a noble house, physical prowess -- everything Littlefinger wants. On the night the Stark-Tully engagement is arranged, Littlefinger gets drunk. He can't cope with the years of complicated class dynamics, he's heartbroken, and he's what, 14? He's immature and acts like it. Then Lysa rapes him.

I'm not a psychologist so I can't comment on the impact of sexual violence, especially when gender and power play into the situation in this way. However, Lysa did an unforgivable thing, and there was nobody Littlefinger could turn to. That's horrifying. I also think that more should be made about Littlefinger's comments about shutting your eyes and getting it over with in relation to being in bed with "an ugly woman".

Soon after, he challenges Brandon Stark to a duel for Catlyn's hand. Catlyn "betrays" him (in Littlefinger's mind) by giving Brandon her favour, Edmure "betrays" him by "squiring" for Brandon, and then Brandon nearly kills him. So we have a teenager who is 1) in huge amounts of physical pain, 2) without friends or allies, 3) was recently raped and 4) considered unimportant and insignificant. Then, Lysa rapes him again. The fact that this poor child didn't have a full mental breakdown is genuinely suprising.

We don't know if Littlefinger knew about Lysa's pregnancy at the time. What Hoster did to her was also unforgivable -- violence begets violence, and Lysa and Hoster's relationship is full of toxicity and harm. Hoster is also just generally monstrous. If Littlefinger did know, that's another layer of complexity where his foster father aborts Littlefinger's baby, a physical reminder of the sexual violence Littlefinger endured.

A few years later Lysa convinces her then-husband, Jon Arryn, to bring Littlefinger to King's Landing. He is traumatised, he is resentful, and he is cunning. He works hard to enter the places he was once barred from, like the court, the Red Keep and the small council. Now he can take his revenge on everyone who hurt him.

GRRM often talks about the futility of revenge. House Martell is the most obvious example of this, and the speech Elaria gives is beautiful and poignient. Littlefinger doesn't get revenge on Hoster or Brandon Stark. He does kill Lysa, but that's more to shut her up. In a story with a different perspective -- and a few characters kept alive -- we could see Littlefinger as a Kill Bill style avenger, ruining the lives and families of all of those who harmed him. It could be easy to root for him, not against him as the narrative sets up.

Revenge isn't simple, and that's why Littlefinger doesn't succed and isn't an inspirational character. He never confronts anyone on what happened to him -- he's too psychologically damaged -- so instead he kills Ned and Jon Arryn, two people who had nothing to do with his traumatic experiences at Riverrun, and then he hyperfixates on poor Sansa, who looks like Catlyn in his memory. He's immature and stunted in his mid-teens. I wonder if Littlefinger and Sansa lived for another 10/20 years he'd find himself losing interest because she moved on and he can't.

Littlefinger will likely die because of Sansa, and nobody will miss him. He's not a good person. He's groomed and lied and manipulated her, and the horrors he inflicted on Jeyne Poole, supposedly her best friend, are even worse. I don't see his future death as triumphant, though, in an unbiased overview kind of way. The Starks will celebrate, because he killed their dad. No one else will really care. The Lords Declarant have got rid of an annoyance, and he wasn't really working with King Tommen or the Small Council any more.

I think there is some sadness, though, for the child who wanted to be included, wanted to be loved, and who was instead hated, abused, ignored and scarred. RIP Littlefinger, a victim of the patriachy and the class structure.

#asoif/got #game of thrones #a clash of kings #a storm of swords #a feast for crows #a dance with dragons #a song of ice and fire #grrm #george r r martin #george rr martin #catlyn tully #lysa tully #edmure tully #hoster tully #littlefinger #petyr baelish #petyr littlefinger baelish #brynden tully #blackfish #brandon stark #ned stark #catlyn stark #the small council #house stark #house tully